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[heliosunny]

LOVE CAGE

Mydei x Yandere!Reader

Warning: This work contains explicit NSFW content intended for mature audiences only.

You were here to cheer on a baseball match that your friend, Renji, was playing in. You didn’t think much of it, Renji was cool and all, but baseball had never really caught your interest. You sat in the stands, half-focused on the game and half-watching the clouds drift by overhead.

It wasn’t until you heard the collective gasp of the crowd that you looked up, just in time to see the ball coming right at you. Your reflexes weren’t exactly your strong point, so you froze, bracing for the sting of impact square on your face.

Except… nothing happened. You cracked one eye open to see a shadow blocking the sun. Standing in front of you was a tall guy, built like he was carved from stone, holding the ball securely in his glove. He didn’t even look at you, just tossed the ball back over his shoulder and jogged off without a word. You heard someone behind you scream, “MYDEI!!!!”

Renji’s team ended up losing that day, but you didn’t pay attention to the final score. You couldn’t stop thinking about that one moment.

After that fateful match, you didn’t get to see him again. He was just a fleeting figure in your memory, until you stepped onto your college campus on your first day, and there he was.

After a few years drifting through school without much interest in dating, barely noticing the half-hearted confessions passed your way, you ended up catching feelings for someone anyway. And of course, it had to be Mydei.

Everyone seemed to know him, even people outside the baseball circle. He was in a different class, so it wasn’t like you could accidentally bump into him in the hallway every day. You settled for glimpses: watching him at practice, from behind the fence or from the bleachers if no one else was there. Sometimes you’d lift your phone and take a quick photo, just like a fan would, pretending you were just testing your camera.

You knew it was silly. A one-sided crush. You never planned to do anything about it, until the day he stepped right into your classroom.

It was recess, the door slid open and there he was. He didn’t say much, just walked up to your desk and placed a small box of milk in front of you. Your friends broke into shocked whoops behind him, some whistled, a few teased you under their breath. Mydei just nodded once, eyes meeting yours for half a second, then turned and walked out like he hadn’t just lit your whole face on fire.

But the moment he left, so did the warmth. You heard it immediately “Is he doing a dare?” “Bet he’s playing some challenge again.” You didn’t want to believe it, but you knew how things like this went.

So you didn’t drink the milk. Not because you thought it was tampered with, no, you’d just had one too many run-ins with bad food before, and the last food poisoning had taught you to be careful. Instead, you kept the box tucked in your bag all day. You couldn’t throw it away, either. It felt… weird to do that.

Still, one thing about him stuck with you the most - his scent. Even just passing by, Mydei always left something behind: clean, fresh, a little warm like the sun on your skin.

So when the weekend came, you found yourself at the mall, half convincing yourself you were just window-shopping, but really, you were on a mission. Maybe if you found that cologne, you could have a piece of him for yourself.

You stepped into the fragrance store, the chill air immediately wrapping around you, the shelves lined with glossy bottles. You had no idea where to start, just that you were looking for his smell.

You didn’t expect to spend half your Saturday sniffing little glass bottles. The store clerk had shown you a dozen colognes but nothing felt quite right. In the end, you settled on something close enough. Maybe it was just your imagination anyway. You paid for it, tucked the slim paper bag carefully in your backpack, and told yourself not to think too hard about it.

But then you saw him.

On your way out of the mall, your steps faltered when you spotted Mydei standing near the escalator with a few friends. You ducked your head immediately, pretending to look at your phone. You turned your body slightly, hoping he wouldn’t notice you slipping by. It wasn’t like you were ready to face him. What would you even say?

Nothing seemed to go your way that day anyway. You trudged home, finished your homework in half-focus, then lay on your bed scrolling through the school website. No new posts about the baseball team. Nothing that gave you an excuse to linger on his name.

The weekend passed the way they always did, too fast. Monday came, and you trudged to school the same way you always did, bracing for another ordinary day.

Except.. there he was again.

You stopped short when you saw Mydei standing by your classroom door, leaning his shoulder lazily against the wall. Your heart did that stupid thing, fluttering against your ribs as if it didn’t know any better.

He didn’t say anything when you approached. Just pushed himself off the wall, held out another box of milk to you.

“Uh… thanks.” It came out awkward, but it was all you could manage.

Mydei just nodded, same as last time, then turned and walked away before you could say anything else. Your friends immediately surrounded you, teasing smiles and knowing looks you pretended not to notice. You sat down and placed the milk carefully on your desk.

Why does he keep doing this? you wondered, tracing your finger over the corner of the box. Maybe you’d ask him next time, if you could get the words out.

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You told yourself you’d just stop by the field just to catch a glimpse of him at practice. You’d done it before. It wasn’t like you were the only one watching the baseball team train. But today, the sun felt like it was trying to fry you alive.

You had your cap on, tugged low over your eyes, but sweat still gathered at your hairline and slid down your neck. The stands were empty, the team was practicing, but no other students were lingering around. It made you feel exposed somehow, standing there alone.

You were just about to turn back, muttering under your breath that you’d just look like a weirdo standing there for no reason, when you felt a shadow fall over you.

Before you could turn around, something soft settled over your head and shoulders, blocking the harsh light. You flinched, half-startled, half-aware exactly who it must be even before you looked up.

It was Mydei.

He stood behind you, close enough that you could see the line of sweat on his collarbone, the faint damp strands of hair clinging to his forehead. His eyes flicked down, checking the jacket draped over your head, then back to your face.

“You’ll get heatstroke standing here.” he said, his voice the same calm, low tone that made your chest do that stupid thing. “Go inside.”

You opened your mouth - say it now Y/N, ask him why, ask about the milk- but all that came out was a tiny, awkward, “Oh—okay.”

He didn’t wait for anything else. He just turned, jogging back toward the field.

You ended up taking it home with you. Maybe you could have run after him to give it back, but you didn’t. You told yourself you’d wash it, fold it neatly, return it next time.

But that night, when you hung it up by your bed, you found yourself leaning in closer. The scent was exactly what you’d been searching for in that mall.

You caught yourself before you buried your nose in the collar like some obsessed maniac. You scolded yourself under your breath—get a grip, you creep—and forced yourself to hang it properly on the back of your chair instead. But you kept glancing at it anyway.

After a whole day of pacing around your room, the jacket draped neatly over your chair, you finally decided to do the responsible thing. You checked the pockets, because that’s what you were supposed to do before washing someone else’s clothes, right? Your fingers brushed against a small folded piece of paper tucked into the inside pocket.

You held it between your fingers for a moment, turning it over once, twice. You could have read it. But your chest tightened at the thought of peeking into something that wasn’t yours. Maybe it was just a note for himself, or maybe it was for someone else entirely.

You tucked it right back where you found it and tossed the jacket into the washing machine, ignoring the nagging voice in your head that wanted to know everything.

The next morning, you spotted Mydei near the field, stretching by the benches. You walked over, clutching the now clean and neatly folded jacket. He glanced up at you.

“Um, here.” You held it out awkwardly. “Sorry it took me a while—I washed it. I, uh, checked the pocket too. There was a note but I didn’t read it, so… don’t worry.”

For a split second, you could swear something flickered behind his eyes, something between disbelief and exasperation. He tilted his head at you, like he was trying to figure out what planet you’d come from.

“You’re… unbelievable.” he muttered, taking the jacket from you. He didn’t explain what he meant. He just draped it over his shoulder and walked off to join the rest of the team.

You thought maybe that would be the end of it. But of course, the universe had other ideas.

A couple of days later, the rumors started trickling through the school halls again. Someone behind you whispered about how Mydei had hooked up with this girl behind the bleachers, then someone else swore he’d messed around with a guy from another class too. They made him sound like some cold playboy who collected hearts for sport.

You didn’t buy it. Even if you didn’t know him well, nothing about how he acted with you matched the rumors.

So you let it go.

One afternoon, you were helping your homeroom teacher set up some extra chairs for a meeting. The storage room at the end of the old hallway was dusty and dim, packed with stacks of old desks and broken chalkboards. You pushed the door open, blinking at the strange hush inside.

There was a sound, but when you peeked behind the shelves, no one was there.

You shrugged it off, stacked the chairs you needed, and shuffled them out into the hall. You didn’t see the two figures pressed into the narrow space between the shelves, holding their breath until your footsteps faded away.

The next day, you told yourself you were just passing by the field. You didn’t mean to stop, really. But it was hard not to when the air around the baseball team felt… heavy.

A group of first-years were huddled by the fence, gossiping.

“I heard he punched Lucas in the face—” “No way, seriously? Look at Lucas's eye, though—” “He’s totally scary when he snaps, huh?”

Your eyes flicked over to the bench. One of Mydei’s teammates sat there with an ice pack pressed to a swollen bruise blooming dark under his eye. He kept glancing over at Mydei like he expected another hit.

Your gaze drifted back to the field. Mydei was there, but he looked… off. His swing was sluggish, like he was going through the motions just to get it over with.

When practice finally ended, the rest of the team packed up and drifted off in noisy groups. But Mydei just sat on the low bench by himself, staring at the dirt under his shoes.

You didn’t think much, your feet just moved on their own. You stopped by the vending machine, got a cold drink, and walked over. You stood in front of him until he finally looked up.

“Here.” you said, holding out the bottle. He blinked, then took it without a word.

“Don’t beat anyone else up today.” you said, “You’re cooler when you don’t.”

You didn’t wait for his reaction, your heart thudded too loud for that. You just turned and walked away before you could see whether he was smiling back or not.

After class, you stayed behind to help clean up. The classroom had been a mess from group activities, and the broom was missing again. You trudged back to the same old storage room, muttering about how you should just carry your own broom around at this point.

You stepped inside, flicked the light on. The place smelled the same as always—dust, old wood. You found the broom wedged behind a stack of folding chairs.

But before you could grab it, someone outside must have bumped the door. The latch slipped back into place.

You twisted the knob. Nothing. You didn’t even have your phone on you, you’d left it in your bag back in class.

You knocked once, twice, hoping someone might hear you through the thick door. Then you heard voices outside. The door creaked open, light spilled in.

There was Mydei. His cap was pulled low over his eyes, hair damp with sweat. Next to him stood a girl you didn’t recognize. They both paused when they saw you. You stared back, caught like a deer in headlights.

The girl’s eyes flicked from you to Mydei and back. Then she let out a little scoff and went out. It left just you and Mydei. You clutched the broom, ready to squeeze by him and disappear before this got more awkward. But before you could, he stepped forward, blocking the doorway with one arm.

You could see it then, how tense his shoulders were, the faint flush on his ears, the look in his eyes that wasn’t quite the usual calm.

He didn’t say anything at first. Just stood there, so close you could smell him - faint cologne, sweat, the same warmth you’d memorized.

“I need to ask you something.”

You half-laughed. “I’m not gonna tell anyone anything. If that’s what you—”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“…Is it really you?” he asked.

You frowned. “What? What does that even—”

You didn’t get to finish. He stepped closer and you instinctively stepped back, only to bump into the shelves behind you. It was then you caught it, something sharp under his clean scent, something bitter, almost sour. Alcohol?

You barely registered the click as he pushed the door closed behind him. The broom dropped from your hand, clattering to the floor. He crowded the space between you and the door, and then he pulled you in like you’d slip through him if he didn’t.

You could feel the warmth of him through your shirt, his chest pressed to yours, his scent filling your nose until it blurred every reasonable thought. You hated yourself for how your knees went soft for half a second.

Then he tilted your chin up and slammed his lips against yours. No hesitation, just heat and the faint taste of bitterness, and that smell that’d been driving you quietly insane for months.

“It is you...” he breathed against your mouth when he finally pulled back, barely an inch, his forehead pressed to yours. His breath hit your cheek. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve waited to do this to you?”

You tried to find words, tried to find air first. “Do what? Get off me first—then we’ll talk—”

But your own voice betrayed you. It shook at the end. His scent tangled with your thoughts, your resolve slipping through your fingers like sand.

But your hands, instead of shoving, clutched weakly at his shirt. And when he leaned in again, your chin tilted up for him before you could stop it.

You hated how much you wanted to lean into the warmth. Every breath you took in smelled like him, tasted like him. And each time you thought you’d twist away, your body betrayed you.

One moment you were telling him get off, the next you were half-pressing your face into his collar, dragging in that smell you’d hunted for in shops, on his jacket.

It was embarrassing, the way you couldn’t stop. Your chest brushed his as you tipped closer, fingertips curling up to hook behind his neck for balance, like your body needed the anchor or you’d just melt right into him.

You felt him grin against your jaw. His hand dropped lower, then he shifted his stance. You didn’t even register what he’d done until you realized he’d nudged one thigh between yours. And you�� the idiot that you were—kept leaning in, kept pressing against it like you didn’t even know you were doing it.

His breath hit your ear, hot and sticky. Then his teeth scraped the shell, sharp enough to make you jolt, soft enough to make you shiver instead of push him away. He licked where he’d bitten.

“Smells good, doesn’t it?” he murmured, “You like it that much?”

You tried to answer, to say no, or stop, or what are we doing, but the words tangled up somewhere between your lips and his mouth.

Your thoughts blurred at the edges. Your grip on his neck tightened. Your hips shifted without you realizing, pressing down, wanting more heat, more scent, more him.

Then a wave of dizziness hit. For a split second you felt your knees buckle. The scent that had pulled you in so deep now felt like it was drowning you.

With all the strength you didn’t know you had, you pressed your palms flat to his chest. You shoved. Hard enough that he let go.

Your breath came in ragged pulls. You didn’t wait for him to ask anything. You ducked under his arm, grabbed the broom you’d dropped god-knows-when, and slipped past him so fast the air shifted in your wake.

You didn’t look back. Your heart slammed against your ribs so loud you swore the whole building could hear it. The broom handle rattled against your sweaty palms. You didn’t even dare to think about what you’d almost let happen.

You told yourself you’d forget it. But your lips still tingled with the ghost of his mouth.

You thought about it all night. Actually, all night was an understatement - every hour, every stray second your mind went quiet. Your lips still burned when you touched them. Your face went hot every time you caught a trace of his scent on your sleeves, or in your hair where he’d buried his face so carelessly.

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You skipped the field. You walked extra rounds to avoid the hallways where he and his friends usually lingered. You spent your lunch breaks hunched over textbooks in the library.

The first few days, it worked. You heard from classmates “Mydei was looking for you.” “Did you talk to him?” But he never showed up at your door again. You let yourself believe maybe he’d drop it.

By Friday, he’d figured out your last trick, your shiny new club. You’d joined it for no other reason than to stay late, to look busy, to have a reason to disappear somewhere he wouldn’t wander near. But even that stupid, flimsy shield cracked like paper the second you heard your name echo in the hall.

You were halfway down the corridor, clutching your notebook to your chest, ready to slip into the clubroom before the door closed behind the last straggler. And then you felt a tug, firm enough that your sneakers scraped the floor.

He barely said a word, just dragged you a few steps back and shouldered open the door of an empty classroom. You stumbled in after him, your notebook nearly falling from your grip as the door closed behind you both.

He was right there. Still in his practice uniform, sweat clinging to his hairline, his collar damp, skin flushed from exertion.

“Why’d you run off?”

“I didn’t—I mean, I have club—” You gestured vaguely to the door, hoping it looked convincing. “I really gotta go.”

He didn’t buy it. You could see it in the way his eyes flicked down, then back up, pinning you in place. He stepped closer.

“You think I’m stupid enough to believe that?”

You wished you could step back, but your back was already against a desk. You gripped your notebook tighter, the paper digging into your palm.

He leaned in, bracing a hand on the desk beside your hip. Close enough you could smell the salt of his sweat under the familiar clean scent. Close enough you’d have to lie to yourself to pretend you didn’t like it.

Your heart jumped in your throat when he leaned in closer, close enough that his breath brushed your cheek. You could hear faint chatter from the next room, the club you were supposed to be in right now. His eyes flicked toward the door, then back at you.

“Quiet,” he murmured, voice so close it sent a tremor down your spine. “Or else they’ll hear you.”

Before you could snap something back, he pressed his mouth to yours. The taste of him hit you all over again.

Your teeth found his lower lip. He hissed against your mouth, the metallic tang of blood slipping onto your tongue before you jerked back.

He didn’t flinch. His thumb dragging the blood off his lip before he licked it.

“You’re gonna regret that” Then his mouth was on yours again, rougher, his hand threading into your hair to keep you there.

Your free hand shot up, pushing at his chest, but he caught your wrist mid-motion. He didn’t shove it away. He dragged it down instead, lower than you were ready for. Your breath hitched, your palm trembling where he pressed it against the heat between you.

Your mind screamed stop, but your body locked up. He lowered his mouth to your ear, “If you behave, I’ll stop. Understand?”

You nodded.

“Then kiss me properly.”

Your hands trembled, but you did it. And that scent, god, that scent wrapped around your senses again.

He pulled back just long enough to whisper, “If you like it that much, I’ll share it with you.”

Then he turned you around, your back hitting his chest, the warmth of him pressed flush along your spine. His arm slid around your waist, holding you in place. You felt his nose brush your neck, the drag of his teeth scraping your skin. A sharp bite made you flinch, then he licked the sting away.

You didn’t even realize your hands were clutching at the desk’s edge until his fingers slid up, working at the buttons of your shirt. Each pop of a button sent a tiny shock through you, the fabric parting under his touch as he mouthed at your throat, your shoulder.

Outside the door, you thought you heard voices - your clubmates. But in here, all you could feel was his mouth, his scent, his hand sliding under your shirt, making it impossible to think about anything else.

You bit down hard on your lip when his fingers brushed over your chest, teasing at your sensitive buds through the thin fabric. The ghost of his touch left your skin prickling, a heat crawling up your neck that you tried so desperately to swallow down.

He pinched, rolled, never giving you enough to push you over the edge but just enough to make you feel every nerve under his hand spark alive. You gritted your teeth, your breath ragged in your throat but not daring to make a sound.

Then he stopped. For a heartbeat you thought maybe it was over. Maybe he’d let you go like he promised.

Then you heard it. The soft, unmistakable zip of a fly coming undone behind you. Your breath hitched so hard your shoulders jerked. You tried to turn your head, but his hand shot up, pressing your cheek forward again, forcing you to keep your eyes on the scratched wooden desk in front of you.

You could feel it then, something warm, pressing between your thighs from behind.

“If you endure it,” he murmured against your ear, “I’ll let you go.”

Then he shifted his hips, pushing forward, dragging himself against the soft inside of your thighs. Instinct betrayed you, your legs snapped shut in a panic, trying to block him out. But the press only made it worse, made the heat and friction sharper.

A tiny, broken sound scraped your throat but you swallowed it down. You could hear them, your friends, right outside the door now.

“Did you hear that?” “I swear I heard something in there—” “Is someone in the classroom?”

Panic and heat twisted together under your skin. You barely had time to breathe before the doorknob rattled. He grabbed you, spun you around, and pushed you down behind the old podium at the front of the room just as the door swung open.

You could hear footsteps, voices drifting closer. Your heart slammed so hard you were sure they’d hear that before anything else. He tugged your half-open shirt off your shoulders in the dark, tossing it behind him like it was nothing. Then he draped his own jacket over you.

“Wear it back home,” he whispered, “And don’t even think about taking it off.”

You could only nod. You clutched the jacket tight around yourself.

They didn’t find you. A few more steps, then the door clicked shut again. The voices faded down the hall. The moment they were gone, he pulled back just enough to look at you.

You fool. Little did he know, everything had been your plan from the start.

You wore it home—his jacket, still carrying the heat of his skin. You told yourself you’d just wear it for tonight, just to calm that itch under your ribs. But you didn’t stop there.

You closed your bedroom door, locked it, turned off the lights. You slipped your arms through the sleeves, tugged the collar up to your nose, and breathed in. It didn’t matter that the fabric had begun to cool.

You pressed your face into the collar, lips brushing where his throat must’ve been hours ago. And you filmed it, your phone balanced just far enough away to catch the way your eyes fluttered shut, the soft, breathless sound of you sighing out his name. Over and over.

You sent him an audio - your voice tangled with a few helpless sounds you could barely believe were yours. Mydei… Mydei… please… He opened it in the middle of his club, with his earphones on, surrounded by teammates still half-buzzed from a good win.

After school, he came looking for you, face all calm on the surface but eyes betraying every ounce of restraint he’d been clawing at since he’d heard your voice in his ear.

But you were one step ahead.

You hid near the back exit, waiting until the hallway emptied out, until his teammates were gone, until it was just him left in the club changing room, half-dressed, still wiping sweat off his neck with a towel.

You slipped inside so quietly he didn’t even turn around until you dropped the freshly washed jacket on the bench beside him. His brows twitched when he saw it, faint annoyance flickering in the sharp line of his mouth.

“You washed it? What do you want this time?”

You stepped close enough to catch the new sweat beading on his collarbone.

“Make it smell like you again.”

His eyes widened before you shoved him back, the force catching him off guard so he stumbled. His legs hit the bench and he slid down onto the floor, propped half on his elbows, the towel slipping from his neck.

You straddled him before he could catch his breath, knees bracketing his hips, your hands pushing up his shirt just enough to feel the warmth of his chest under your palm.

Your other hand drifted lower, down his stomach, nails grazing lightly until you felt him tense under your touch. You leaned down, close enough that your mouth brushed his jaw before trailing down to the dip of his collarbone.

You pressed your tongue there, then nipped lightly at his skin. The shudder he gave you was reward enough.

“You like this, don’t you?” Your palm pressed flat to his chest, feeling his heart pound like he was about to break apart. “You want me to have your scent... all of it?”

You dragged your tongue lower, your lips brushing over one nipple through the fabric. You sucked lightly, teeth scraping just enough to make his hips buck. He stifled a sound in his throat. Your free hand traveled further down, brushing at the line of his waistband.

He didn’t stop you. His fingers dug into the floor beside him, head tipped back against the wall as he breathed your name like it was the only thing he knew how to say anymore.

He was so easy to read. His body betrayed him with every twitch, every shudder under your palm.

Whenever he bucked his hips, desperate for more friction, you pulled your hand away, just enough to watch his face twist with frustration.

“Stay still” you’d whisper, “Good boys wait, don’t they?”

And he did. He’d force himself to stay still, fists clenched at his sides, his whole body coiled and trembling with every touch.

When you finally slipped the small, cold metal ring out of your pocket, he stared at it, confused for a moment. Then he realized. His eyes flicked up, something between disbelief and hunger pooling dark in his gaze. You only smiled, snapping the tiny lock shut around him.

“You won’t need this for a while.” you murmured, kissing the corner of his open mouth.

He didn’t have time to protest. You made him stand, made him bend over the bench with his pants pooled at his thighs.

The small, slick egg pressed in easily enough, he gasped, hips twitching as you pushed it deep inside him. You pulled your hand away, tucked the tiny remote into your pocket, and smoothed his hair back like you’d done nothing at all.

“Try not to embarrass yourself.” you whispered at his ear, “Or do. I’ll be watching either way.”

After that, you ignored him. At school, you didn’t even spare him a glance. In the halls, when people called his name, you slipped away. But he, he couldn’t ignore you. He flinched every time you passed. He watched you from the corner of his eye, hoping, waiting.

And whenever he got too close to someone else - some pretty girl giggling at his shoulder, some boy laughing at his jokes - you’d thumb the switch in your pocket. He'd pause, his fingers curl around his bag strap to hide the way his thighs tensed.

They’d stare—Are you okay?—but he’d just swallow it down.

And you? You’d watch from across the hall, your own small, secret - knowing he couldn’t touch himself, couldn’t come, couldn’t do anything about it.

You came over just before the final stretch of practice with a bottle of water pressed into his hand. “You’re working hard” you murmured, fingers brushing his wrist just enough for him to feel it.

He waited, searching your face for more: your hand on his shoulder, your thumb on that remote hidden god knows where. But you only gave him that same polite smile and stepped away.

He drank it anyway because what else could he do? The water was cold, a blessing against the heat soaking through his skin. But halfway through the bottle, his tongue pressed against the roof of his mouth, and he realized it tasted not quite right.

The next pitch he tried to throw went wide by a mile. He felt it then, heat blooming under his skin, sinking down deep into his gut. Every brush of his uniform against that locked, aching length made him shudder.

He pushed through, he tried. But the coach noticed “Take a break, Mydei, get your head on straight.”

He pretended to listen. But the second his phone buzzed [Terrace. Now.] he was halfway up the stairs. He didn’t even know how his legs carried him that fast.

When he stumbled onto the rooftop terrace, the first thing he saw was you. Waiting, the wind tugging at your shirt, eyes on him like you’d been expecting him to crawl.

You didn’t say much. “Strip.”

His throat bobbed around your command. He wanted to obey. He needed to. But when he glanced around, fear flickered in his eyes. What if someone looked up? What if someone saw him?

He hesitated, just long enough for you to sigh, for your eyes to flick past him like you were already bored. You turned like you’d leave him there.

“Wait.” First was the jacket. Then, his fingers trembled at the hem of his shirt. He didn’t meet your eyes when he pulled it over his head. The evening breeze hit his sweat-slick skin, the shame of it prickling down his spine.

Next, his fingers fumbled with his belt, then the zip. The faint clink of the lock inside his pants made him shudder. He glanced at you again, pleading with his eyes, half wanting you to stop him, half begging you to push him further.

He stepped out of his uniform bottoms, the cold air hitting his thighs. He stood there, half-naked under the open sky. If someone looked up now—if they saw—

But worse than being seen was the thought of losing you. He couldn’t stand that. So he stayed still, waiting for your next word.

The wind whipped around you both up there, brushing his bare skin and raising goosebumps along his arms and chest. His breath fanned out in soft, shaky puffs, eyes flicking up to yours for mercy that you never bothered to give.

You clicked your tongue before stepping closer, your shoes echoing softly on the concrete. He flinched when your fingers brushed his caged length, his hips jerked like you’d shocked him, a quiet gasp tearing from his throat before he bit it back down.

“You’ve been good enough for this.” you murmured, your fingers deft as you slipped the tiny lock open. The cage dropped into your palm, warm from his body, slick where he’d strained against it for days.

You stepped back, turning to lean against the cold metal fence that ran along the terrace edge.

“Come here.”

He obeyed. Crawled to you on shaky knees, his flushed skin catching the wind. When you gestured, he sat down, back to the fence, legs spread wide on the cold rooftop. His thighs trembled from the chill, from the heat curling deep in his gut—worse now, with the thing you’d slipped in him still humming, teasing him from the inside.

You stepped between his knees, his eyes locked on you like a starving animal watching its meal. Then you lifted your foot and dragged it down between his spread thighs, brushing the underside of his freed cock.

The moan that tore out of him was raw, ripped free before he could bury it in his throat. The shame bloomed in his cheeks immediately, his hand shot up to cover his mouth, wide eyes darting to the half-open door, terrified someone might hear. But whatever you’d laced his water with had already loosened him up from the inside, his hips bucked helplessly into your touch, chasing the drag of your foot like he’d forgotten how to hold himself back.

You pressed your sole a little harder, enough to feel him twitch under the thin fabric of your sock. “It’s still inside you, isn’t it?”

He nodded. He could feel the toy’s soft hum vibrating through him, teasing him where he was most sensitive.

You crouched down, your face inches from his flushed, sweat-slicked chest. Your fingers slipped up, brushing over the flushed head of his cock just once, enough to make his hips jerk and his lips part in a sound that didn’t quite escape.

“If you can get it out without using your hands—” you murmured, “I’ll reward you.”

You sat back on your heels, eyes locked to his face, waiting. Knowing he’d try—humiliate himself for you.

He tried. Rocking his hips against the cold concrete, thighs trembling as he clenched down to push the vibrator egg out.

You just watched, your foot still brushing him every now and then, sending a shiver up his spine that made his control slip all over again. Every time he thought he had it, his body betrayed him, pulling the toy right back where it buzzed mercilessly inside.

“Tired already?” You flicked the remote’s dial higher. The low hum turned sharp, sudden, making his whole body jerk.

He choked on a whimper. Hips bucked, legs pressed wider, toes curling against the rough floor. You could see the moment it pushed him over that thin edge of control.

A low, helpless sound ripped through him as his body spasmed. The egg slipped free with a wet sound, landing near your shoe. He stared at it, breathing like he’d run a marathon, his whole body quivering with relief.

You crouched, picked the toy up by the cord, and let it swing between two fingers, smirking down at the flushed mess he’d become. Then you hooked a finger under his chin, tilting his dazed face up to meet your eyes.

“Stand up.”

He obeyed on shaking legs, one hand braced on the fence for balance, the other hovering uselessly at his side. You tugged him close enough that the tip of his aching cock pressed between your thighs.

“Go on, do whatever you want.”

He didn’t need more permission than that. He moved, hips rocking, dragging himself between your thighs with a broken, muffled groan. His forehead dropped to your shoulder, hot puffs of breath slipping into the crook of your neck as his cock slid along the heat you let him have.

He lost rhythm fast, every thrust rougher, driven by the raw edge of something he’d been holding back for days.

But you were quicker, your hand slipped down, two fingers pushing inside the still-sensitive warmth he’d just emptied. He gasped, hips jolting forward so hard the final pulse of his orgasm spilled hot and messy between your legs, dripping down your inner thighs and the cold concrete.

You took his jacket and pulled it around your hips, covering the sticky mess he’d left all over your thighs.

“Come to my place tonight.” you murmured, brushing your thumb over his slick lower lip. “I’ll take care of you properly there. Understood?”

He barely managed a nod, his hands clutching your hips like he was still trying to ground himself in the taste of you, the promise in your voice.

----

He’d expected many things when he came to your place that night. Maybe you’d drag him inside by the collar and press him into the nearest wall. Maybe you’d barely let him stand before you claimed him again.

What he hadn’t expected was the warm glow of your apartment lights, the faint smell of food drifting from your kitchen. He stood there watching you stir a pot on the stove like you hadn’t just ruined him on the school rooftop hours before.

You glanced over your shoulder, catching the confusion in his wide, pretty eyes. “Sit down” you said, nodding at the low table by the couch. “I made you something.”

A simple meal made with your hands. He ate slowly, stealing glances at you between mouthfuls.

Then you sat down across from him. You talked about him, how he mattered. How precious he was, even when he didn’t realize it. Every word sank into him like a drug sweeter than the warmth filling his stomach.

So when the edges of his vision started to blur, when his eyelids turned heavy and his limbs sank into the floor, he didn’t fight it. He barely had time to mumble your name before the world tipped sideways and slipped into a deep, soft black.

When he woke again, the warmth was gone, replaced by the sharp bite of cool air. His arms were pulled above his head, wrists bound to the headboard. His ankles were parted wide, tied at each corner.

You were there, your weight a warm pressure near his hips. Your fingers dragged something slick and cold across his chest, tracing small circles that made his muscles jump.

He flinched when you touched a sensitive spot just under his collarbone, his back arching instinctively into your hands. The ointment left a trail of cold fire behind every stroke, making his nipples tighten under your touch.

When he tried to lift his hips, hoping you’d move lower, begging in small broken sounds for your hand to slip where he ached most, you only laughed under your breath. You took your time.

When his quiet, needy sounds turned to soft whimpers, you finally leaned back, rolling two tiny eggs between your fingers. He froze when he saw them.

The first one pressed to his nipple, your fingers pinning it down as you secured the adhesive. He hissed at the shock of contact.

The second one mirrored the first, each low vibration echoing through his chest, deep enough to leave him gasping.

“Sensitive here, aren’t you?”

Then your hand slid lower, slick with warm lotion this time, your palm wrapping around his swollen length. He shuddered, his whole body tensing when your thumb brushed over the head, smearing the faint trace of pre that gathered there.

You stroked him slow. The buzz from the eggs on his nipples synced with the drag of your palm, each low pulse pulling a helpless moan from his parted lips.

He couldn’t think of anything else but you. How your scent filled the room. How your soft voice whispered at his ear.

The next day, the whole school were focused on one thing. Did you hear? Mydei quit. Did something happen? He was so good, why would he just disappear?

You stood among them, lips parted in a perfect mask of surprise, brows furrowed in polite concern. You even asked once, “Do you think he’s okay?”—knowing damn well he wasn’t anywhere near okay. He was exactly where you wanted him.

You went through your day like nothing had happened, let the rumors swirl and knot themselves into messy stories that never got close to the truth. And when the last bell rang, you slipped out. You didn’t need to rush. He’d be waiting.

Your door clicked open. The quiet of your apartment wrapped around you like a warm shroud, one you’d filled with him. His scent still clung faintly to the corners, mixed now with your own, all tangled up in the soft fabric of the pillow he was buried in.

There he was. Right where you left him.

The moment you stepped inside your room, you found him on your bed - knees braced wide, naked skin flushed deep pink under the dim light. He was folded over your body pillow, blindfold tight around his eyes. His hips moved, grinding down again and again, chasing the friction he needed so badly. His lips were parted as he whimpered your name in little gasps between ragged moans.

Two small remotes rested neatly on your nightstand. He couldn’t stop, didn’t want to stop, your pillow damp under his belly, his skin shining where sweat dripped down his sides.

You stepped closer just as his whole body shuddered. He gasped, hips jerking one last time. A soft, hoarse cry slipped from his throat as he came, spilling messily over the sheets and your pillow, trembling so hard the blindfold slipped a little over his cheek.

You watched, the smallest smile curling at the corner of your mouth. He hadn’t even realized you were there, too lost in that mindless edge you’d carved into him.

You bent close, lips brushing his ear as you whispered, "I’m home."

And in that warm sound, he knew he’d never belong to anyone else again.

[pillow-anime-talk]

his talented baby {part 3}.

synopsis: You as a person with a huge (and hidden) talent, and also a girl who really surprises your boyfriend.

# tags: scenarios; current relationships; romance; some comedy; mostly fluff; some PDA; simp!boyfriends; sfw

includes: female reader ft. yuuji itadori & megumi fushiguro {jjk} + eren jaeger & armin arlelt {aot}

part one {click} & part two {click}

— YUUJI (ft. playing football)

The past few weeks had been exhausting and packed with training sessions. You had devoted so much of your time and energy to your passion for soccer and the upcoming matches against other high schools and women’s teams that you barely had any time left for longer hangouts or dates with your boyfriend, Yuuji. You felt guilty and awkward each time you had to turn him down – but you knew that the end of the school year was a time for challenges and hard work. You wanted to be the best version of yourself and perform well at the Summer Tournament.

Of course, you had mentioned your training schedule and the upcoming competitions to him a few weeks back – but you also knew that he might forget. After all, he had a lot on his own plate – between his personal interests, schoolwork, and helping out at home. Luckily, that day your practice ended earlier than usual, since nearly half of your team had traveled to another city for a friendly match. So, you texted your boyfriend and asked if he’d like to go for a walk and grab some good ice cream. Itadori was more than happy when you messaged him – and of course, he promised to come pick you up, already having a small gift in mind: a bouquet of flowers just for you.

He arrived before your practice even ended. He scanned the field until he spotted you, then made his way to the lower bleachers to watch your final plays. You were mostly playing as the central striker – the team’s so-called “ace.” You’d been dedicating a lot of time to improving your plays and passes, not just on the ground but especially in the air. The last few passes directed at you relied on quick ball movement between players and precision shots  – one was a header, another with your dominant foot, and two more from a swift half-turn. Every shot hit the mark, and the cheers from your teammates were a clear confirmation of your incredible talent.

Yuuji watched your fluid movements and quick footwork across the grass in awe. A few times, he even jumped to his feet and clapped loudly, shouting praise so enthusiastic it was hard to understand what exactly he was saying. At first, his presence made you nervous – he’d never come to one of your practices before – but the overwhelming support he gave you in that moment boosted your confidence. Every play you made from then on added points to the final score. And afterward, as soon as you ran over to him, he started shouting about how amazing and talented you were. He even asked if you’d teach him how to make passes like that someday.

— MEGUMI (ft. playing the piano)

You had been waiting for this evening for months. A performance at the New National Theatre Tokyo is an honor that comes around once in a million years – especially when you’re in your twenties and have just stepped into adulthood. Your talent was undeniable. You had been playing the piano since childhood, trained under the guidance of accomplished professionals. Elementary school, middle school, high school, and finally university – each stage of your life carefully chosen to nurture your musical development and refine your piano skills.

And now, the moment had arrived. You were about to perform in front of your family, close friends, classical music connoisseurs, and musicians from all over Japan – perhaps even from around the world. Among the audience sat Megumi, your fiancé.

Of course he knew you played piano – he had often been your one-man audience in your shared apartment or during your rehearsals at the university’s music hall. He had always supported you, always offered encouragement, even though he had never played an instrument himself. Still, he educated himself – reading books, watching documentaries and tutorials, learning what he could to better understand your world. He gifted you small gift of support – hand creams, date nights, even massage vouchers so your hands and fingers could rest. He stood by you through every stage of your musical journey since the day you first met – and that was thirteen years ago. This evening felt like the culmination of a chapter in your life. If everything went well, you knew this performance could open the door to the international stage.

The lights dimmed – until only one spotlight remained, centered on the stage. There stood a grand, black piano with gold elements, the kind that cost more than most apartments in the heart of the city. Surrounding it were other musicians – mostly violinists, along with a single double bass and two clarinets. The theatre fell into perfect silence. And then, after a breathless pause, the concert began – first the instruments around you, then stillness once more. And then you began to play.

The audience was mesmerized. Megumi looked at you as if he had fallen in love all over, and over, and over again. Your fingers moved across the keys like they were gliding through clouds. Your eyes were gently closed – you knew every note by heart. The others joined in, but it was clear the piano was the centerpiece of this performance. Everyone was entranced by the elegance and depth of your playing. Megumi’s heart swelled with every note. Though you couldn’t look at each other, you could feel his presence – steady, warm, and proud.

This concert was your gift to him, for all support he gave you from day one – tonight, your music was dedicated to Megumi and his love.

— EREN (ft. baking sweets)

Over the past few weeks, you had been pouring your heart into something entirely new – the delicate and delicious art of baking. It started on simply recipes: classic butter cookies, powdered donuts, warm apple pie, and soft sponge cake. As your confidence grew, so did the complexity of your creations. You began to challenge yourself with more intricate recipes – delicate macarons, cherry tartlets, and even the famously finicky basque cheesecake.

After a few months of trial, success and daily frustration, you reached a point where you could not only follow advanced recipes but also create your own – beautifully crafted and flavor-balanced ideas for mini cakes, multi-layered tortes, and even frozen desserts. It became more than just a hobby – it was a quiet, joyful passion, one you nurtured with the hope of making something truly special.

All of this was leading up to one important day – Eren’s birthday. You didn’t want to give him just a store-bought gift or a card with kind words. No. You wanted to surprise him with something personal, something meaningful, something made entirely by your own hands.

The result was breathtaking: a two-tiered birthday cake, made in his favorite flavors and decorated in his favorite colors. The larger, bottom tier was built on freshy fruit notes and included a layer of rose crisp, adding a subtle floral crunch. The smaller top tier offered a cozy combination of buttery shortbread and roasted nuts. The entire cake was frosted in soft shades of green and brown, finished with shimmering accents of edible sugar hearts, stars, and delicate handcrafted flowers made from sugar paste. It looked like something straight out of a pastry competition – elegant, refined and full of heart.

Eren’s reaction was everything you hoped for. The moment he laid eyes on the cake, his eyes widened in disbelief. A slow, genuine smile tugged at his lips.

“This… is for me?” He asked quietly – half in awe, half in hopeful curiosity. He wanted to believe it, but needed to hear it from you. You nodded gently and began to explain – how you had been practicing, learning, failing and improving over the past few months. He listened intently, occasionally stealing glances at the cake, like he still couldn’t quite believe it was real.

“... I really hope you like it.” You said with a nervous little laugh. “It’s the first time I’ve ever tried this flavor combination… But maybe it’ll surprise you.”

With that, you cut two generous slices – one from each tier – and placed them on pretty, yellowish plates. You sat down together, side by side, and then you watched as Eren took his first bite.

The expression on his face said it all. Within moments, he had finished everything on his plate. He was stunned not only by the flavor – which was complex, rich and perfectly balanced – but by the fact that you had done this all for him. This wasn’t just dessert. It was a gift made with time, thought and, obviously, love.

He was genuinely moved and completely enchanted.

— ARMIN (ft. writing poems)

You had been writing for years – at first, silly little stories about your favorite actors, musicians and other artists. Eventually, you began crafting your own original tales, often centered around mysteries, fantasy or horror. And now, for the past few years, you had been pouring your heart into poetry – short, emotional pieces that captured the music of your soul. They spoke of your feelings, your hopes for the future, the weight of memories and the aching sense of something lost. But everything you wrote ended up tucked away, hidden from the world. You didn’t have the time – or perhaps the courage – to seek out a publisher and you certainly didn’t want to share those deeply personal pieces with others. It all felt too raw, too intimate. So the poems and thoughts stayed locked inside dusty notebooks and tucked-away folders – shoved into boxes, stashed on forgotten shelves, often left to be forgotten.

That day, you and Armin were moving into your new home. Alongside the clothes, cosmetics and kitchen stuff, you brought with you your private collection of written thoughts. As fate would have it, while carrying one of the boxes, you tripped over the door threshold – and the box slipped from your hands. Notebooks and loose pages scattered across the floor, fluttering like autumn leaves. Most of them were your latest writings – fresh poems, questions without answers, fragile thoughts written in your unmistakable handwriting.

Armin rushed over to help, but his eyes quickly caught on the scattered pages. Curious, he began to read what had fallen nearest to him. As his eyes moved from line to line, his expression shifted – at times his face flushed red, then turned thoughtful, then softened with a smile and even grew solemn with a sigh. You tried to stop him from reading more, your heart thudding in your chest... but he was much faster.

“Did you write all of this, Y/N?” He asked, wide-eyed with surprise. You nodded shyly, murmuring something barely audible under your breath. “It’s… It’s beautiful, love.” He said, this time more loudlyand you froze for a second, caught off guard by the sincerity in his voice.

“It’s not.” You replied, a bit more harshly than you intended. “None of it makes sense. It’s not good or interesting – just a bunch of messy thoughts. Leave it alone, Armin.”

Of all the people in your life, Armin was the last one you wanted to see your poetry. Yet he kept reading, kept smiling and began complimenting your writing – your phrasing, your metaphors, the honesty of your voice. You felt smaller and smaller, unsure how to respond, embarrassed that your secret had been so suddenly and thoroughly exposed. But he wouldn’t stop.

“Y/N, this is genuinely…” He paused for a moment, his voice softer. “I’m honestly shocked I never noticed this before. You’ve been carrying all of this inside you all this time?”

For a while, Armin spoke more to himself than to you – praising your words, the depth of your writing, your ability to make someone feel something. And slowly, despite the awkwardness, despite the discomfort, a small smile found its way onto your face. Because deep down, hearing all that from someone like Armin – so gentle, so thoughtful – felt like a rare kind of magic.

To have someone like him see you, really see you and still think the world of you – that was a gift you hadn’t even known you needed.

[wosospacegirl]

Williamson vs Williamson - Leah Williamson

Warnings: (+18) smut, fingering (r receiving)

Word count: 1.4k

a/n: this was a request (well, two requests, two anon asked for the same thing)! <3

..

You loved Leah with your whole heart. You really did. 

It had never been a doubt in your life. The warm feeling began growing in your chest when you first met her at a Pepsi campaign shoot a year ago.

She was cocky, you were cockier. She liked that. She said she enjoyed being challenged, liked to be pushed and pulled, and liked how you were the one person she allowed to do that to her. 

That dynamic ruled your relationship, which started as a friends-with-benefits arrangement. It worked because you didn't play for the same country or the same club, so having a low-maintenance relationship was functional.

It served its purpose. 

It gave both of you someone to call whenever you were in the same city.

But then it became something more. You found yourself sending her pictures of your cat, then you began taking pictures of books you were reading, telling her how much a particular sentence reminded you of her.

You were drunk when you confessed your feelings, but it was okay because Leah was drunker. You had sex, but neither of you could remember it. The only thing both of you could remember was the aching headache you woke up with the next day, and how, since then, you both just...became a thing.

There wasn't any big declaration, you were just dating. It grew naturally.

Same thing with how Leah proposed two years later. You were on one of your rare breaks together. It was a sunny day on a beach in Greece, and Leah casually asked if you'd like to be called Williamson. 

You said yes. A week later, you signed the papers.

It was easy. it always was when it came to Leah. She wasn't dramatic; she was honest, straightforward. You were, too. That's why you guys matched.

Your relationship was intense yet steady. No unnecessary drama, no pointless arguments.

But oh, it was so much different when it came to how you two were on the pitch.

You were both captains-Leah for the Lionesses, you for your country.

When the game started, you shook hands, shared a smile, and then turned your backs to each other. Williamson and Williamson.

The media loved how it absolutely didn't seem like you two even knew each other when you were on the pitch. Both of you were absolutely ruthless, only one goal in mind: score goals and keep clean sheets.

The green of the pitch didn't match the red of love. 

They were supposed to be separate things. They shouldn't mix with each other.

..

It was a heated game. 

You were losing. 

Ninety minutes were up, and the referee added three minutes of stoppage time. 

You weren't very nice when you were playing, and you were worse when you were losing.

You were running, ball at your feet, only two or three players in your way to the goal. You were ready to take a long shot when Leah rushed past you, ready to put herself in your path.

You ran faster, ball on your left foot as your right one slipped past her calf. She fell. You didn't mean to, but her body was in the way, so you stumbled awkwardly, almost hitting her knee.

The knee. The one she tore her ACL on years ago.

You obviously didn't mean it. You would never purposely hurt anyone badly, let alone Leah, but it happened. You almost stepped on it.

The referee blew the whistle, and you took a step back, ready to help Leah to her feet again. But then Leah got up, her brows furrowed, the veins on her neck showing.

"What the fuck, Y/N?" she said, getting closer. She looked mad–very mad–which made you angry as well. 

Did she think you seriously did that on purpose?

"Oh, it seems like we have a Williamson vs Williamson situation right now," came the commentator's voice over the stadium speakers.

"Oh come on, I clearly didn't mean it," you said, rolling your eyes.

"Yes, you fucking did," she said, pointing a finger at you. Her chest was puffed out as if she were trying to make herself look taller.

 It worked.

"Don't be such a baby. It's a fucking game, it happens," you said.

"Fuck you–”

Greenwood showed up, you didn't see her coming. She was holding Leah's face and telling her to back off. You kept your ground, looking Leah straight in the eyes. Fuck her if she thought you would seriously do that on purpose.

"Fuck you," you echoed back to her. Then you turned your back on her as the referee got in the middle of it.

"Give me my fucking last name back!" she shouted, looking at the back of your jersey.

"You can keep it, idiot!" you called back over your shoulder.

..

You snapped your hair tie in half as you walked to the locker room. Your teammates were patting your back, telling you that the team would come back stronger next time, which you agreed with–you couldn't not do it. You were the captain.

You were the last one in the showers.

 You needed the hot water running down your neck, dripping down your back. It was a domestic game for you, so you didn't need to go back with the rest of the team on the bus. Instead, you could stay as long as you wanted in the locker room and just go home after.

You hated to lose. It was one of the worst feelings ever. It was friendly, but whatever, it still felt sore. You were replaying everything that went wrong in the game: every pass you did wrong, the times you were too slow.

You clenched your fists, your fingers digging into your palms. Your nails hurt your skin, they would have drawn blood if your nails were longer.

You screamed when you felt cold hands against your body, but then her shampoo scent hit your nostrils. Leah.

She kept her hands on your naked hips, pulling your body against her clothed one. "Keep it, idiot? Really?" she murmured in your ear.

You smirked, letting yourself be pulled into her. "You were the one who asked for your name back."

"Mm," she hummed, kissing your neck. "I didn't mean it, though."

"It seemed like you did," you said. "You were coming at me, your face was all red."

"You know my knee is a sensitive topic," she said, her fingers trailing down, closer and closer to where you needed them most, your cunt was wet already, ready for her.

"My wife telling me to give her name back is also a sensitive topic," you breathed as she filled you, slowly, teasingly.

"Your wife is a bit hotheaded," Leah whispered, quickening the pace of her fingers and taking your skin of your neck between her teeth.

"Guess that's a Williamson trait, then," you said, moving your hips against her fingers.

"Kind of is, yeah," she said, her breath hot against your ear. "But you know what else is a Williamson trait?"

"What?" you managed to ask, your voice catching as she found exactly the right spot. She always did, and she knew it.

"We don't stay mad at each other for long." She held your jaw so you were looking at her. "Especially not over something that happened on the pitch."

You lifted your head up, brushing your lips against her cheek. "We always fight when we play against each other…we’re idiots.

"Completely idiots," she agreed, pressing her forehead against yours. She was getting wet, the water dripping down on her as you dripped down her finger with your own wetness. "But we're married–can't forget that."

"We’re married idiots who happen to be really good at football.” You moaned as she added a third finger. This woman was gonna be the death of you. 

Her and her stupid fingers–and knee.

"Speak for yourself. I'm the one who won today," she teased, her lips found your neck again, sucking it, and leaving a mark. Leah loved to mark you up.

"Don't push it, Williamson," you warned, but you were suddenly quiet when Leah’s thumb found you clit, massaging it sweetly. “Fuck–more.”

“Yeah?” Leah said, a smirk growing on her face. “Gonna make you cum right here, make you remember why you have that name on your back, why you’re mine.”

And Leah did exactly that. In the steam and heat of the shower, you were just two people who loved each other as much as you loved winning and competing.

Well, some days more than others.

..

a/n: i hope you gus enjoyed it!! <3

let me know what u think!!!

[riddlesrizzler]

At Least Out Loud

summary: Get off his case, he won't say it. characters: mattheo. gyrffindor! reader. mentions of slytherin boys and harry potter warnings: none! just some tension to lovers word count: 646

It had always been like this.

Since first year, since the moment you and Mattheo Riddle had locked eyes across the Great Hall, there had been an unspoken war between you.

Every class, every duel, every interaction turned into a competition neither of you could afford to lose.

If you brewed the best potion in Slughorn’s class, he’d find a way to top it next time. If he beat your score in Defense Against the Dark Arts, you’d spend hours practicing just to make sure you destroyed him on the next test.

It was exhausting.

And yet, neither of you stopped.

The rivalry had only intensified over the years, growing sharper, more heated. Even the professors knew to separate you when you started bickering, lest one of you end up hexing the other in the middle of class.

But everyone else saw something more.

"You two fight way too much for it to be normal," Theo had pointed out one evening in the Slytherin common room.

"That much tension?" Enzo had smirked. "They’re either going to kill each other or shag each other senseless."

"Over my dead body," Mattheo had scoffed.

"Sure, sure," Theo had drawled. "You can lie to us all you want, mate, but at some point, you’re going to have to admit that you-"

"Absolutely not." Mattheo had cut him off, glaring.

Because it wasn’t true. Right?

Right.

He hated you.

Which was exactly why he was currently sitting on his broom, waiting for the start of the Slytherin versus Gryffindor Quidditch match, and telling himself that the only reason he was scanning the crowd was definitely not to find you.

But then you appeared.

The Gryffindor team emerged from the locker rooms, robes bright red against the green field, and there you were, walking at the front with your broom in your hand, looking so damn smug that it made his blood boil.

You met his gaze instantly, and the smirk you sent him was nothing short of a challenge.

Bring it on, Riddle.

And he did.

The match was brutal. It was fast-paced, full of sharp turns, near collisions, and dirty plays that had the referees blowing their whistles every other minute. You and Mattheo had nearly knocked each other off your brooms at least three times, neither of you willing to let the other get ahead.

But then-

Gryffindor won.

The moment the snitch was caught, the stadium erupted into cheers. Your team tackled Harry in midair, shouting in triumph as the Gryffindor stands exploded in celebration.

Mattheo, still hovering in the air, felt his jaw tighten.

He should’ve been pissed. Furious. He was pissed.

And yet-

His eyes found you again.

You were in the middle of it all, laughing, cheeks flushed from the wind and exertion, eyes shining with exhilaration. You turned toward your teammates, throwing an arm around one of them, still grinning like you had just won the entire damn Wizarding World Cup.

And for the first time, Mattheo didn’t feel the urge to scowl.

Instead, something in his chest twisted.

It wasn’t fair. How could someone be so frustrating, so insufferable-and yet so…

His lips twitched-just slightly, just enough for Blaise to notice as he floated up beside him.

"You’re smiling," Blaise pointed out, raising a brow.

Mattheo scoffed, quickly schooling his expression back to indifference. "No, I’m not."

Theo flew up on his other side, smirking. "You so are."

"Shut up," Mattheo muttered.

"You like her," Draco said, far too entertained.

Mattheo rolled his eyes, shaking his head. "Absolutely not."

The boys exchanged a look, but Mattheo ignored them. His gaze flickered back to you once more, still caught up in the celebration, and something in him softened-just for a second.

Then, under his breath, barely loud enough for anyone to hear, he muttered:

"At least out loud, I won’t say I’m in love."

[mommafudd]

A lil sum.

This is very mid I didn’t do my best and this was in the drafts for long asf. I didn’t proofread! Don’t flame me. I’ve been holding off for days. Okay enjoy!

TW: Smut, Degradation, Language, Mommy Azzi, Daddy P

WC: 8.5k

It was a Friday night in Gampel Pavilion. It was 6 p.m., and tonight was senior night. All the girls were deciding who should wear whose jersey, and without any debate, the team knew Azzi had Paige’s jersey. During this time, Paige and Azzi had been in an on-and-off situation. Azzi was all in, but Paige still feared what the media would say.

But that would all change tonight.

All the seniors had no clue who was gonna wear their jerseys since the injured brigade made it a surprise. Jana was in Aubrey’s jersey. Ayanna was in Aaliyah’s jersey. Carol was in Nika’s jersey. Of course, Azzi was in Paige’s.

All four girls wore jackets over their jerseys to keep it a surprise. Once the teams had run out, they all sat down. When they sat down, they took off their jackets and let the seniors see who had their jerseys on.

When Paige saw Azzi she nearly salivated. As the three other seniors walked up to the girls to give them a hug Paige stood there. Azzi thought she had made a mistake and shouldn’t have worn the jersey at all. That was until Paige had that stupid only for Azzi grin on her face. Azzi didn’t notice since she had turned away in embarrassment.

That’s when Paige saw it. Bueckers. She rushed toward Azzi not trying to make it too noticeable to anyone in the stands. She reached her and hugged Azzi from the back and tucked her head in the crook of her neck sneaking a kiss that couldn’t be caught by any lingering cameras.

When Azzi felt Paige she smiled and flushed deeply. “Someone exited huh?”, Azzi said. “You know what you’re doing ma.”, Paige replied her voice muffled since her face was still tucked in the crook of Azzi’s neck. After a few moments, Azzi turned around and gave Paige an actual hug.

“Lemme take you out tonight pretty lady”, Paige said with confidence. Azzi had already mentally said yes but wanted to challenge Paige a little. “Drop 20 and I’ll consider.”, Azzi said with a sly smirk and a hint of playfulness in her tone.

“Baby that ain’t nothin’ I could do that in my sleep”, Paige said. “Yea whatever Bueckers don’t get too cocky now.”, Azzi replied. “Well you sit there and look pretty and pick what color suit you want me to wear and pick a matching dress and some nice jewelry.”, Paige said with high confidence.

“Paige if you don’t go warm up I’m getting Geno on you.”, she said with a laugh. Paige raised a hand over her heart in mock hurt. “Wow okay, I see how it is. Okay I guess but, I’d rather be talking to you right now though.”, Paige said in a playful sassy tone as she skipped away from Azzi and onto the court with the rest of the team.

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The game had started and by halftime, UConn was winning. Paige had 24 points and a few assists. She was sprinting up and down the court everyone thought she was working for that win. But no. She was working to be able to take her girl out.

She was throwing dime passes the whole way through the third quarter. She had 28 points by the 4th quarter the score was 44-82 with 12 seconds left on the clock.

The ball had just been inbounded to Paige and she started calling the play “ISO! ISO! Clear clear!” Everyone started spacing out since George Town was playing man. 8 seconds. She attempted to get her defender off of her and succeeded. 5 seconds. She did a fancy between-the-legs behind the back trying to impress the curly-haired girl on the sideline. 2 seconds. She shot. One second. Once the ball left her hands the bench stood up. The buzzer sounded with the ball in the air. Splash. She had 31 points.

Azzi slowly clapped. When Paige hit the shot she blew a kiss to Azzi. The cameras thought it was for Geno since in an earlier press conference he said Paige is a terrible shooter. (As a joke) But instead, she blew it to the woman behind him. Her woman. Azzi Jazlyn Fudd. After they went through the handshake line Paige sprinted to the younger girl.

“You did well out there P”, Azzi said in a soft tone as Paige approached. “Thank you, Az. So baby, since I did so good what about that date?”, she asked. “I said I would think about it not a for sure answer.”, Azzi said as she pulled Paige into a hug. “But I mean if you insist then…..yes. I wouldn’t mind a date”. Once Azzi said that Paige got extremely giddy and tightened her arms around Azzi sneaking a kiss to her cheek.

“Okay I’ll pick you up at 8:15 okay ma”, she said as she pulled out of the embrace. As she walked toward the locker for a shower Azzi called after her “White suit, Air Forces, Diamond chain, and a Bust-down watch!”, Azzi said in a shout.

Paige turned back and winked at her as she walked away. Azzi smiled as she got her stuff and headed home.

As they both got home they got ready. Azzi called Carol and Paige called Ice and KK.

(Azzi’s POV)

“Car’ I don’t know which dress I should wear I wanna go for sexy but subtle at the same time you know?” I only have three white dresses one with a V cut showing off the valley of her breasts. The other is a short dress cut off at her mid-thigh with a slit on the left side. The last one had a cross-laced back piece mid-length and a V cut not exposing much. “Um… I think the third one it’s subtle and it’ll make you look even hotter than you are.”, I nodded and considered it.

I went to the closet to change and slipped into the dress. When I came out Caroline said “See Azzi it looks hot as hell Paige is gonna be thinking some crazy things you know that right?”, “Oh my gosh, Car nothing's gonna happen she just wants dinner,” I replied as she laughed. “I don’t know Azzi she looked like she was gonna eat you for dinner when she saw her name on your back.”, That gave me a thought.

“Wait Car did she like it when I had her jersey on?”, I asked. “Seriously? Did you not see her She looked like a starved puppy who had just seen some chicken on the ground.”. Carol said matter-of-factly.

“Okay wait out here I have a good outfit.”, I told Caroline as I went back into the closet and shut the door. Carol was lounging on the bed scrolling through Instagram. Her focus shifted to the closet as I stepped out. “ Oh. My. Gosh.”, Carol laughed “You little whore do you know what you’ll do to her?” Carol said humorously.

“I do. That’s why I’m doing it.”, I replied with a sly grin. I had on a white long sleeve with a white Bueckers jersey over it, small revealing jean shorts, white Nike socks, and White Air Forces, and my curly hair hung loose framing my shoulders. I walked over to my phone and shot Paige a text.

P💕

A💕: Hey p, change of plans. Instead of the suit wear a pair of blue jeans, a White long sleeve, and White forces.

P💕: Okay. Why though?

A💕: Because I didn’t wanna be fancy tonight I know you’re exhausted.

P💕: Aww thanks for being mindful baby See you soon.

A💕: Okay bye P. See you in 10

I locked my phone put it on the desk and turned to Carol. “So I just told her no suit and to match me. Should I wear the set I bought?”, I asked Carol. “Azzi!, you seriously haven’t shown her it yet?!”, Carol exclaimed in confusion. “No it was supposed to be a surprise,”

I said in defense.

“Azzi you have 5 minutes before she gets here hurry up and put it on.”, “Okay I’m going.”, I went back to the closet and put my set on under my clothes. Once I came out there was a knock at the door.

As I approached the door I heard someone pacing on the other side of the door. Before I opened it I put on a white jacket to hide the jersey. I expected Paige to show up with herself only but to my surprise, Paige was standing there with a bouquet. Flustered as hell.

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“Hi Mama”, Paige said. She was extremely flustered. “Hey P you okay?”

“Yeah just a bit nervous.”, “Oh okay let’s go.”, Azzi said as she stepped out and shut the door. They began to walk towards Paige’s car and Paige rushed to open the passenger door for Azzi. “Aww such a gentlewoman tonight aren’t we baby?”, Paige blushed and once Azzi settled she gave her a quick peck on the cheek before shutting the door.

Paige got in the driver's seat and started the car. She turned on her SZA playlist before backing out. As she backed out she noticed a dark shade of pink on Azzi's cheeks. “Who got you blushing over there baby?”, Paige asked. “You know who.”, Azzi said matter-of-factly. As Paige drove Azzi grabbed Paige’s hand lacing their fingers together.

Paige had the whole night planned out. She took Azzi out to the place where they had their first date. It was a small 24-hour diner on the outskirts of Storrs. She decided on this place for a good reason as well. She needed time. Back at Azzi's dorm KK, Ice, and Carol were setting up something special for Azzi.

When they arrived Paige got out and opened the door for Azzi. Before she let Paige shut the door she took off the jacket. Then Paige saw it again. Bueckers. Her heart did the stupid flip it always did around Azzi. She let out a shaky exhale and pulled Azzi into her arms. She kissed her way around her face and then she kissed her lips. Slow and tender something for just the two of them.

As they pulled away they both smiled. “Az do you know what you do to me?”, Paige asked. “Of course I do. Why do you think I always do it?”, Paige laced their hands together and they started walking into the diner.

As they walked in they were met with a short light-skinned man. “Hello welcome, just the two of you for the night?”, the host asked. “Yes just us, would you mind if we got a booth near a more empty part of the restaurant? We just wanna enjoy the night together.”, “Uh yes no problem, I would ask the same if I were the face of Storrs.”, the host said. The three chuckled.

As the host grabbed their menus and walked them to a private booth he set the menus down and brought out some water. They scanned the menus and Azzi couldn’t decide on one option. “P I don’t know I want the shrimp and the steak at the same time help meeee” Before Paige could respond the waiter returned. “Hello what could I get started for you?”, the waiter said but her attention was fully directed towards Azzi.

The waiter was clearly on the masculine side. “Um I’ll have the T-Bone steak with a side of mashed potatoes and fries, and she’ll have the jumbo shrimp with a side of veggie mix and white rice.”, Paige said though the question was directed towards Azzi. The waiter wrote the order down and didn’t pay a glance to Paige as her focus remained beaming on Azzi. “Would you like anything else, pretty lady? On the house.”, Azzi smiled. “Um yeah actually can I get some chicken strips My girlfriend loves them.”, Azzi said with confidence.

The waiter's overconfident smile faded. “Uh yeah sure.”, she replied dryly. She walked away after taking their orders. Paige broke the silence “Girlfriend?”, Paige asked as she smiled stupidly. “What I wanted her to know I wasn’t on the market.”, Azzi said calmly. “Damn right you’re not.”, Paige said taking a sip of her water. They chatted for about 15 minutes, just Paige rambling about the game and Azzi talking about what Geno was saying. Then Paige spoke up “I like my name on your back.”, Azzi blushed. “Yeah?”. “Yeah. I do.”, Paige said.

Azzi was about to reply before the waiter came back with her food. She placed it right in front of Azzi. Then she placed the chicken strips right beside her plate as if they were just for her. “Hope you like the chicken strips I told the chef to make them for someone special.”, she said as she smiled at Azzi.

Azzi placed the chicken strips right in front of Paige and said “She is special right? She dropped 31 on Georgetown tonight.”, Azzi said as she smiled at Paige. The waiter replied “Oh I was talking about you I meant your special.”, she said still trying to flirt. “Oh wrong person then.”, Azzi said. The waiter stood awkwardly in front of the table and then left.

When she returned with Paige’s food she harshly placed it down and did not use the polite softness she used with Azzi. Paige cut a piece of steak as the waiter spoke “Is there anything else I can get you guys?”. “Um yeah actually,” Paige said. She fed Azzi the steak straight off her fork then proceeded “I would appreciate it if you stopped trying to flirt with my girl after she repeatedly told you she’s got a girlfriend. Last time I checked she doesn’t have your jersey on with your name or number on it.”, Paige said in a harsh tone.

The waiter stood in silence. She walked away without a word looking pale as ever due to the pure embarrassment.

As they finished up their dinner (Azzi stealing half of Paige’s steak and Paige stealing half of her shrimp) they made their way to the front counter to pay. “Hello again”, said the host with a smile. “Was the booth private enough?”, he asked in curiosity. “Uh, yeah it was but your server was being a little invasive all good though.”, Paige said. “Oh my goodness, I am so sorry for the inconvenience I will let my manager know and we’ll make sure you never have this issue again. Matter of fact dinners on the house. You played an excellent game today.”, the host said.

“Oh no that’s fine I got it and I appreciate the support.”, Paige replied pulling out her card.

“No seriously it’s fine you two have a good night.”, the man said. “Thank you so much have a good one.”, Paige and Azzi said.

As they walked to the car Paige opened the door for Azzi. Azzi pressed a quick kiss to Paige’s lips. “Thanks for taking me out tonight baby.”, Azzi said. Paige smiled, “No problem you’re my priority mama.” As Paige walked around the car she texted the group chat.

P boogers😼: Guys is it ready We’ll be there in about 30

Ice🧊: Give us 20 minutes

KK 🧑🏿‍🎤: Um we're almost done go do smth with her or take forever to get here

Car🚗: Uh yeah it’s gon be a minute Distract her we’ll text when we're done.

P boogers😼: Okay I’ll take her for ice cream.

Azzi rolled down her window “Paige why are you taking forever to get in the car?”, Paige replied, “Oh shoot sorry I was texting kk.” Azzi nodded. “Baby you want dessert?”, asked Paige. “Aww, you know me so well. What about ice cream?”, “Baby I was already setting the GPS for Dairy Queen c’mon you know that.”

“Okay well let’s go because I want my triple chocolate ice cream.”, Azzi said with joy.

As they drove to Dairy Queen it was about 15 minutes. When they got there Paige got out and opened Azzi’s door like clockwork. She helped Azzi out and they stepped inside the ice cream shop.

As they stepped in they both scanned the menu as they stood in silence. Deep down they both knew what they wanted but they were trying to give one another time just in case. As the middle-aged man stepped up to the register he asked “Hello welcome to D.Q what can I get you guys today?”, the man said. Paige ordered, “I’ll have 2 scoops of mint chocolate chip and my girl will have 2 scoops of rocky road.”

The cashier typed out the order. “Okay that will be $8.54”, Azzi took out her wallet but before she could insert her card Paige’s phone was already on the reader. Ding*. “Paige come on I was gonna pay.”, Azzi said in mock hurt. “It’s okay Az I got it. 8 dollars isn’t gonna break my bank.”, Paige winked. Azzi rolled her eyes and shoved Paige lightly. “Show off.”

“Only for you.”, Paige replied with a smug grin. Then they went to sit in the corner of the shop where a small two-person booth sat. “So… I have a surprise for you.”, Paige said. “What is it?”, Azzi asked. “Az I said ‘surprise’ The whole purpose of a surprise is that you don’t know.”, Paige said matter-of-factly.

A few moments later Paige spoke again. “I hope you like it and I hope you don’t break my heart tonight.” Before Azzi could respond the man came with their ice cream. They were eating in silence then Azzi spoke. “I enjoy your company P. You truly mean the world to me.”, Paige replied “You’re my everything, Azzi. Most of the time the reason I get up from bed and decide to breathe.”

They finished their ice cream in silence walked to the bins hand in hand and threw out the trash. They left the ice cream shop and Paige walked Azzi to the passenger side opening her door. “Thank you”, Azzi said. “No problem beautiful.”, Paige responded as she buckled Azzi in. Before she went to her side she placed a gentle but meaningful kiss on Azzi’s lips. As Paige walked around the car and got into the driver's side her phone buzzed with a notification. Five to be exact.

Ice🧊: Yo we’re done now

KK🧑🏿‍🎤: Yeah what Ice said we think she’ll love it.

Car🚗: yall gon have a time TONIGHT.

Ice🧊: Yeah we put a lil sum in there for yall to try😏

KK🧑🏿‍🎤: Azzi isn’t sleeping tonight P better stop by the gas station n buy a monster or sum

P boogers😼: Yall are gay. We're on our way back though get out of her room. Now.

Car🚗: Okay I’m pushing them out the door we’re out now. Yall gon have fun tonight…

P boogers: Oh I know. Thanks, Caro

“Paige. Off the phone. Now.”, Azzi said in a stern voice. “Oh shoot I’m sorry love I was texting the group chat. No more phone tonight.”, Azzi smiled at the statement. “Promise?”, “Promise.”, Paige reassured.

Paige started the engine and began driving. She reached for Azzi’s hand. “Don’t say anything but.. just know I love you, sweetheart.” Azzi wanted to reply but kept quiet due to the first few words in Paige’s sentence. They were passing a familiar road, one that led all the student of UConn to their dorms. As Paige turned left they pulled into the parking lot.

Once Paige had parked she told Azzi to wait there. She popped the trunk got out a blindfold and helped Azzi out of the car. She wrapped the blindfold around Azzi’s head and quickly ran back to the trunk to pick up the bouquet of pink roses. Though Azzi couldn’t see them Paige already knew she would love them. Paige slowly but surely helped Azzi up to the third floor of their dormitory. She opened the door. She told Azzi to wait there so she could check the room making sure the setup was nice.

When she walked in she saw it. The beautiful pink roses were scattered along the bed. The pink and white sheets. The gift basket contained a pink unicorn, candy, body care, slippers, a blanket, and a bunch more goodies Her eyes landed on one particular box.

It was a purple velvet box.

In the middle of the bed. Placed gently under the sign that read. ‘Azzi Jazlyn Fudd will you be my girlfriend?’ In all pink letters with a unicorn at the top right. On the bottom left the sign had a small check box and a marker taped to it. ‘Will you be the pink to my purple?’

Paige was extremely giddy. She hurried back to Azzi since she had already been waiting a little too long. She saw Azzi standing near the door. She approached her. “Are you ready baby?”

“Yes, I am.”

Paige gently guided Azzi toward the room blindfold still on. She pushed the door open and the scent of the champagne toast candle hit Azzi like a shockwave. “Mmm, what’s that smell It smells good.”, Azzi said. “Champagne toast.”, is all Paige replied and you can hear the smirk in her smile.

“Are you ready?”, Paige asked. “Oh my gosh, Paige hurry up you’ve asked a billion times already.”, Azzi said. “Okay, okay”, Paige replied in mock defense as she finally pulled off the blindfold and Azzi opened her eyes. She covered her mouth with both of her hands. “Azzi Jazlyn Fudd, will you be my girlfriend?”, Paige asked. “Yes!, Yes!, Yes!,”, Azzi exclaimed.

Paige pulled her into a tight hug and then littered her face with kisses. “Check out all the stuff I got you. Some of the girls helped me out since we left.”, Azzi looked at that basket and saw a long black box that stuck out due to the black to colorful contrast of the other bright colors. She pulled it out and it had no label. Azzi asked Paige if she knew what it was but they were both clueless. Azzi decided to take a first glance. Once she opened the box she closed it immediately. Paige decided to take a look for herself and did the same.

Of course. Like Ice said. A lil sum.

They both looked at each other and laughed. “Oh my gosh, I knew ice was up to something,” Paige said. “Paige. Madison. Bueckers. You’re telling me Isuneh Brady put a sex toy in my girlfriend's basket?”, Azzi asked. “Yeah that girl is something else.”, Paige said.

Paige sat down on the bed and grabbed the velvet box before she got down on one knee. “Azzi I already know you’re gonna be my wife one day so I bought you this promise ring so you can see it every day and know how much I love you. Ever since we were 16 you’ve been the one woman I have eyes for. You treat me so good and I’ve been extremely stupid to make you wait this long. I love you so much that I would do anything for you. You are the most gorgeous woman I know and the most kind, intelligent, and amazing Lady I know and want. I love you so much and I don’t want you to forget that. So I promise you, I will marry you when the time is right.” At this point, Azzi was in shambles and her cheeks were drenched in tears. Paige put the ring on her hand and once she stood up Azzi pushed her onto the bed littering her face with kisses.

She got on top of Paige and straddled her like she’d done countless times before. Paige had barely processed the way Azzi was looking at her. She looked like she had been dehydrated and the only way to quench her thirst was Paige. Azzi softly pressed her lips onto Paige’s and kept a slow steady pace of rhythmic pecks. When Azzi began to get close to the sweet spot underneath Paige’s jaw the whimpering and soft moans from Paige started eliciting faster and some louder or quieter than others.

They were kissing aggressively licking into each other’s mouths competing for dominance and just as Azzi was starting to gain leverage Paige picked her up. She stood with her arms under Azzi's ass keeping her in a stable position. She backed Azzi into the wall and started littering kisses down Azzi’s neck. As she reached the sweet spot of her collarbone bone she began to mark Azzi's collarbone. Some hickeys could only be visible to someone staring at her neck area.

Paige purposefully did this to make sure that people knew she was not available. While Paige was trying to see what noises she could drag out of her girlfriend she felt a sudden force to her shoulders. Azzi plopped down and pushed Paige onto the bed. “You’ve had your fun P. Now let me show you how much I wanna have the real ring on my finger.”, Azzi said this as she crawled into Paige’s lap straddling her once more.

Paige felt as if someone had yanked the oxygen from her lungs. There was an extremely noticeable throbbing between her legs. Azzi started marking her territory as well and as she did so she began to grind over Paige’s pussy. Paige started letting out little oh, ah, uh, oh, ah, uh’s. Paige was straight-up whimpering.

“Arms up.”, Azzi said. Paige obeyed and let Azzi remove her shirt and sports bra. Once the tops found their way to the corner of the room Azzi was attacking Paige’s breasts. She was biting and sucking all over her chest. Then, she took one of Paige's hard nipples into her mouth and licked against it softening it with the flat of her tongue. Paige was moaning louder now.

Azzi hadn’t taken off the jersey yet and Paige was aching to remove it. “Can I take this off Mama?”, Paige asked. Azzi nodded and gave her a smug smile. As Paige removed the jersey she immediately noticed the top half of the pretty lavender lingerie. There was a purple lacy mesh bra that had straps connecting to the lower half.

Paige silently asked permission to take off Azzi’s shorts and Azzi immediately nodded. Paige removed the shorts and saw the bottom half. There was a very tiny pair of matching lavender panties. One odd thing that Paige had yet to notice was that there was a ring at the bottom. Where Azzi's entrance was there was a hole with a ring so she could still have access to Azzi's juicy cunt. “Damn ma, I’m going to slut you the fuck out.”, Paige lets out a half growl half whimper. She sounded extremely desperate.

“What do you want pretty my fingers? Mouth?”, Paige asked. “Strap.”, was all Azzi said. Paige complied. Though she had never used a strap-on before she quickly got the hang of it. She secured the harness onto her hips with the perfect fit. When she returned to Azzi she asked to take off her bra. Once Azzi’s chest was bare Paige was attacking her chest. Hungry. She took a nipple into her mouth and began sucking in it gently as her other hand caressed the swell of the other breast. Azzi felt an amazing sensation as if Paige was releasing all her stress with her tongue. “Stop, teasing me Daddy I need it. Please.”, Azzi begged. At the seriousness and want in Azzi’s tone, Paige got on her knees.

In between Azzi's legs, Paige pulled the panties aside and began giving kitten licks to Azzi's dripping cunt. Paige was making out with Azzis clit causing her to let out soft and gentle moans. Beautiful moans. At that, Paige stuck two fingers in just to give her enough stretch. After all, she didn’t want to hurt the younger girl with the sudden stretch.

When Azzi didn’t feel as tight Paige pulled out her fingers. She looked directly into Azzi’s eyes as she sucked and licked them clean. She leaned down and kissed Azzi. Hard. She licked into her mouth and Azzi moaned at the taste of her arousal on Paige’s tongue. Paige scooted her body up Azzi’s and her hips were now hovering above her chest just before the beginning of Azzi’s face. Before Azzi could question Paige spoke. “Suck.”, Paige demanded. “W-what?”, Azzi asked in genuine confusion. “This cock isn’t gonna suck itself. Go on. Suck.” Though Paige was new at this she gained confidence with the newfound way of pleasure.

Azzi pushed up onto her elbows and began licking the head of the strap. One thing Paige failed to notice as she put the strap on was that the base of it was directly over her sensitive puffy clit. As Azzi gained more confidence she started sucking it with more force she was sucking half of the strap. The pull from her mouth was causing the dick to move in rhythmic circles. The friction of Azzi moving was causing Paige to let out little moans. Azzi didn’t have any clue why Paige was making noises and concluded that she was just being dramatic and being in the moment. She didn’t know that just a slight small movement was rubbing Paige’s clit. Paige grabbed Azzi’s head and Azzi shoved her mouth down the full length. Azzi felt 9 inches in her mouth curving down into her throat. She was gagging and her saliva was all over the toy but she kept moaning and sucking. “Fuck baby, you like sucking my dick? You even know how to deep-throat?”, Paige said.

Azzi remained quiet. Then Paige got up from where she was above Azzi’s face and made her way back to the foot of the bed. “Are you ready baby? We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. You tell me the word and I’ll stop.”, Paige reassured. “Paige if you don’t fuck my brains out within the next 10 seconds I’m gonna cry.”, with that Paige moved off the bed. Azzi was about to complain until she realized what Paige was doing. She was picking up the jersey Azzi was wearing from off the floor. She came back to the bed and held the jersey out toward Azzi. “Here put it on. I wanna see my name on your back while I slut you out.”

Without complaint, Azzi slipped on the jersey and began getting into missionary. Except Paige had a big issue with that. She grabbed Azzi by the hips and flipped her over in one swift motion with concerning ease. Azzi yelped in shock at the action. “Oh my gosh Paige!, wait damn, that was lowkey sexy. You’ve been in the weight room Daddy?”, Azzi said as she arched her back. Paige huffed a laugh. “You ready pretty?”, Paige asked. “Yes, just fuck me already Daddy.”, Azzi whined as she arched her back farther to tease Paige.

Paige bent down and started sucking a new love bite into Azzi’s neck from behind. Azzi was starting to get needy and began to whine. “Paige hurry up.”, Azzi said. “Who are you talking to like that baby?”, Paige said as she grabbed Azzi’s hair. Before Azzi could respond Paige thrust her hips forward sending the full length of the strap into Azzi. Paige repeatedly pushed the head of the strap in through the ring where Azzi's entrance was. She felt the base of the strap rub over her clit with a large amount of friction. Again. She was cooked.

Azzi's moan dragged out with the pace of Paige stroking the dick into her. “Mmm. Look at you, taking this dick like Daddy’s little slut. Who do you belong to Az?”, Paige asked as she drove in harder on this particular stroke. “You!, ugh!, F-fuck. You P!, I'm your slut! Your cocks so big!”, Azzi exclaimed as Paige was fucking her at an ungodly pace. “Ugh!, fuck daddy!, It’s in my stomach!”, Azzi screamed. Paige smiled and growled into the crevice of her neck “Yeah? I’m gonna put all my babies in you Az. I’m gonna fuck you so good you’ll forget that pretty name of yours mami.”

Paige grabbed Azzi by the base of her scalp and tugged harder than before. Azzi let out a strangled whimper. Then to let go of some of the tension she figured she would try to distract Paige. She started throwing it back on Paige meeting her hips halfway. Somehow she felt the strap go deeper at this motion.“Damn Mama, who taught you how to throw ass like that?”, Paige said in a smug tone. Azzi could practically hear the smirk on Paige’s face. Paige continued to slide the dick in and out of Azzi and she began to shake and squirm. They kept this pace for a decent amount of time.

“Fuck Mama you feel so good I swear I can fuck you all night.”, Paige said as she kept her pace, sweat dripping down her temples and all. “Fuck Daddy, this pussy is all yours!”, “Who’s is it Azzi Tell me louder I wanna hear you,”, Paige said as she began to let out fairly loud moans. “You!, I’m yours P!, this is all yours! No one fucks this pussy like you!”, Azzi said approaching her release.

Within seconds Azzi was pleading to let go of the boiling heat in her lower stomach. “Fuck P!, I’m gonna c-cummmm. Please Daddy can I cum!”, Azzi said as Paige continued to ram into her. Paige herself was rapidly approaching the edge. “Nah, ask correctly Azzi baby,”, Paige said as she continued railing Azzi from behind. “Fuck!, Please Daddy can I cum on your dick!, I want you to fill this pussy up”, Azzi said in a desperate ragged tone. “Yeah baby, cum on my dick. Warm up my cock, mama. I’m there too. Fuckkkk Az I’m cumminggggg!”, Paige said as she released. They were both trembling, and Paige was sprawled on Azzi's back now.

As Paige stood up she asked, “You okay if I pull out?”, Azzi nodded. “Yeah but slow.” With that Paige slowly pulled the strap out. It was covered in Azzi’s cum and slick. Before she could grab a towel to clean it Azzi got off the bed. “What are you doing Mama?”, Paige asked in confusion. Without a reply, Azzi got on her knees in front of Paige. It took Paige a moment to understand what Azzi wanted.

She inched the strap closer to her mouth and without hesitation, Azzi took it into her mouth. She licked and sucked the strap until all of her release was nowhere to be found. Paige pulled her up onto her feet and kissed her gently. She traced the outline of her lips as if she hadn’t memorized them. She then licked across the entrance of Azzi’s lips asking for permission. Azzi immediately obliged and opened her mouth giving Paige access to explore her mouth. As soon as Paige tasted Azzi on her tongue she let out a half groan and a half growl. They stayed like that for a moment just kissing and holding each other until Paige felt Azzi’s hand come around to her ass to undo the strap. She unclamped the straps and the toy d

Fell to the floor with a. Thud.

Paige eased out of the kiss. “You're done for tonight?”, Paige said as she caressed Azzi's jaw. “No. Get on the bed.”, Azzi replied in a flat tone. Paige was a little taken aback by the boldness of the comment but without argument, she got on the bed. Azzi removed the jersey and put the laced bra back on. She clamped the straps to the lingerie back on and started, “We’re gonna do this the right way because I wore this set for you and I’m not wasting it just because you have a jersey kink. Okay Bueckers?”, Azzi said. Paige fumbled her words, “Y-yes ma’am”

Azzi began to walk toward the bed at a slow agonizing pace. When she reached the foot of the bed she climbed onto the mattress slowly. Paige was sprawled on the bed waiting for Azzi. Azzi crawled up Paige’s body slowly until she reached Paige’s hips. She straddled Paige and sat over her bare bottom half. “I want you to touch and feel me and make me feel wanted and seen.”, Azzi instructed Paige. Without hesitation, Paige reached up and cupped both of Azzi’s breasts through the Lacy meshy bra. She kept her hands there moving them around the valley of her chest. She sat up a little bit just to get better access. She slid some of the bra towards the side and bit a hickey into the upper swell of her breast. Azzi moaned at the sensation and worship she was receiving.

Before she knew it Paige had flipped their positions. Azzi is now on the bed and Paige is hovering over her. Paige leaned toward Azzi and began kissing her in a gentle but meaningful way. Their tongues tangled together and they licked into each other's mouths. Paige’s hands trailed all over Azzi’s torso feeling the curves and scars around her body. She crawled down Azzi’s body kissing every freckle, curve, scar, and goosebump. She was worshipping Azzi and making her feel as seen as possible. Azzi was letting out little moans and whimpers at the sensation. Paige kept trailing lower until she reached the panty line of Azzi's underwear. She kissed all around the waistband and toyed with it She pulled it back and let go just to hear the snap.

She licked across her waistband before trailing higher toward her belly button. She circled the pricing with kisses and kitten licks that elicited moans out of Azzi. Paige’s goal was to make her girlfriend feel good. At that, she trailed back down to the pantie line and asked, “You okay if I take these off mama?”, she asked. Azzi nodded, “Yes, please P I need you.” With that Paige removed Azzi’s underwear. “What do you want Mama?, Fingers?, Mouth?, I can put the strap back on,”, Paige said. “Mouth please.”, Azzi said with an eager and submissive tone. Before Azzi could second guess herself Paige shove there face into Azzi’s juicy pussy. Azzi’s slick covered Paige’s face from her forehead to her chin. Paige was swimming in Azzi’s cunt and all Azzi could do was moan and clench the sheets.

Though she wanted to grab Paige’s head she refrained since Paige hadn’t given her permission. “Fuck mami, this pussy is so wet f’me”, Paige said as she pulled back for some air. When she pulled back she noticed Azzi clenching the sheets eyes locked close. “You wanna grab my hair baby?”, Azzi didn’t bother answering and grabbed Paige by the hair with both hands. She tugged on her hair pulling her towards her throbbing center. Paige groaned at the roughness. “Careful ma don’t pull my hair like that,”, Paige said trying to remain calm and soft for Azzi. Azzi loosened her grip and her eyes fluttered open, “M’sorry Daddy, you just have me all worked up”, Azzi whined.

Paige just shoved her face back into Azzi’s throbbing cunt devouring her and sucking up all the juices that came out of her entrance. On one particular stroke of her tongue, Paige felt Azzi’s whole body tremble. She knew Azzi was extremely close to the edge and doubled down on her efforts. Azzi was letting out straight-up pornographic moans and her hips were shaking violently. With Azzi shaking it was affecting Paige’s work ethic and was ruining her rhythm and pace. So to stop the shaking and squirming Paige wrapped her left arm around Azzi’s lower stomach and her right arm over her hips. Paige closed her mouth over Azzi’s clit and sucked on it till Azzi was tugging in Paige’s hair.

Paige dipped her head down into Azzi’s entrance fucking into her with her long tongue and the first time Paige stroked her tongue Azzi screamed. “Fuck!, Oh my gosh, Daddy!, You eatin’ this shit up!”, Paige moaned into Azzi at the praise, and a shockwave shot through Azzi’s body causing her to scream again. A couple of moments later Azzi was sobbing. “F-fuck!, I’m gonna cum!, please Daddy let me cum!, I wanna cum all over your face!”, Paige smirked into Azzi. She pulled back, “Let go mama let me taste you.”, With that Azzi came all over Paige’s face a few gushes coming out. Paige helped Azzi ride it out lapping up all her release and groaning at the taste. “You taste so good Mama”, Paige said.

Paige thought they were done since they had both already came. She got up to go to the restroom but before she could get off the bed Azzi grabbed her by the jaw. “Did I say we were done?”, Azzi asked in a husky tone. “No ma’am.”, Paige replied as she got back in the bed. “Lie down.”, Azzi said flatly. Paige did as she was told. Azzi got off the bed and picked up the strap. “This was a gift for both of us. I figure it’s only right we both get to feel it.”, Azzi said as she put the harness on. She climbed back onto the bed stopping before Paige’s hips. She bent down and whispered into her ear. “Listen, if you don’t want to do this we don’t have to. You tell me the word and I’ll take it off so quick. Do you wanna try?”, Azzi said. Paige nodded “Yeah just be gentle okay? I’m not used to something being inside me.”, Paige said nervously. “Of course pretty girl I would never want to hurt you.”

At that, Azzi sat up and moved until Paige's legs were on either side of her body. She slid the head of the strap through Paige's folds pulling a groan from somewhere in the depths of her throat. “You ready baby?”, Azzi asked in an overly sweet tone. “Please, Mommy.”, Paige said. With that Azzi slowly slid the strap in. Paige let out a high-pitched pornographic moan. Paige had never felt a sensation like this. She had never had someone stroke a 9-inch dick in her. Paige would get off with just one of Azzi's fingers which was relatively smaller than hers. So when she felt the long strap inside her she nearly cried. Azzi asked if she was okay and Paige nodded. She proceeded to drag the strap out and Paige whined at the sudden emptiness. When she pushed it back in Paige’s spine arched off the bed. A tear slipped out of her eye. She was completely overstimulated with the fullness.

Azzi felt Paige's gummy walls tighten around the strap. “Are you close baby?”, Azzi asked. “Yes!, fuck!, it feels so good. Please, please, mommy!”, was all Paige could get out. Azzi knew Paige better than she knew herself. She could tell Paige was close so she worked the dick out and slowly pushed back it. This time that Paige moaned it didn't sound like it was from pain, more like pleasure. Azzi thrust a total of three more times. “Holy shit!, I’m cumming m-mommy!” Before Azzi could register the words a big gush of white slick game out of Paige. She had never seen that happen before. But what really surprised her was when a big gush of clear warm liquid followed. It soaked her whole stomach and her thighs. “Oh. My. Gosh. Paige Madison Bueckers. Did you just squirt on me?”, Azzi said shocked and quite amused. “Stop. No. Shut up. No. Stop.”, was all Paige said. She was extremely embarrassed due to the fact that Azzi barely fucked her and she squirted everywhere. On the other hand, she felt more ashamed because she's never made Azzi squirt before and she's fucked her for a lot longer than 6 strockes.

“Aww, no baby that was so hot. Don't be embarrassed. Maybe do it in my mouth next time yeah?, wouldn't want it going to waste right?”, Azzi said. “Next time? Azzi Fudd you're such a freak. I will, not. Be squirting in your mouth. Not now or ever.”, Paige said. “Ugh, whatever you're no fun.”, Azzi said as she rolled her eyes. “You good if I pull out?”, Azzi asked in a soft careful tone. “Yeah just slow,”, Paige replied. Azzi pulled out and as she did she covered herself in a mocking gesture. “What are you doing?”, Paige asked in a curious tone. “Oh sorry I didn't know if you were gonna soak me again if I pulled out too fast.”, Azzi said as she tried not to laugh. Paige sat up and pulled her in by the throat. She kissed her deeply and said, “We're not leaving this bed till you squirt so hard you dehydrate.”, Paige said in a serious tone. Azzi took off her bra, “Let's see if you're a woman of your word. And you won't hurt me, you know I like it rough Daddy.”, Azzi said as she smiled. Paige tackled her into the bed. “I’m gonna fuck you till the sun comes out.”

Let's just say the rest was history.

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It was now 5 in the morning and Paige was indeed a woman of her word. They had just finished and Azzi had tears dried all over her cheeks from the 4th previous orgasm. The sheets were extremely damp. Paige made Azzi squirt 6 times. They could both place bets on whether or not Azzi was dehydrated. The strap had loads of dry cum on it and Paige had at least 15 scratch marks from Azzi holding n for dear life. They thanked god that KK and Ice stayed at Carol's with Sarah and Ashlynn. Paige stood up and lifted Azzi bridal style. They were both still naked since they just finished and they both looked so fucked out. Paige opened the door and started making her way to the bathroom. “You okay baby?”, Paige asked. “Yeah, you're unreal. You rearranged my guts.” Mid-conversation just as they were passing the entrance to the living room they heard several screams. She jumped and Azzi untucked her head out of Paige’s neck. There sat Ice, Kk, Carol, Sarah, and Ashlynn. They all just arrived and were lounging in the living room. They both screamed so loudly that someone could’ve suspected a murder. “Paige! What the fuck! Go put on clothes!”, Carol screamed as she covered her eyes. Paige ran with Azzi in her arms back to the room.

She slammed the door shut and walked over to set Azzi down on the bed. “Azzi,” before she could continue Azzi interrupted, “Paige!, our teammates just seen both of us butt booty ass naked!”, “I’m sorry Mama!, I didn’t know!”, “It’s okay, but what do we say when we go back out?”, Azzi asked. “How about we stay in here and love on each other till we die of hunger or thirst?”, Paige said as she pushed Azzi down on the bed and began to cuddle her. “Put on clothes and get me some too.”, Azzi said in a stern tone. Paige got up and got dressed then kneeled at the foot of the bed to put some clothes on Azzi. “Okay you ready mommy?”, Paige asked. “Paige don’t call me mommy if we’re not having sex.”, Azzi said as she tried not to laugh. “Why not? You call me Daddy as my second name,”, Paige said. “Okay whatever you’re right let’s go.”, Azzi said. “Okay mommy”, Paige was halfway out the door when she noticed Azzi wasn’t trailing behind. “C’mon mama let’s go”, Paige said. “Paige I… I can’t walk.”, Azzi said as she looked away.

Paige just smiled and walked back toward the bed picking Azzi up bridal style again. “It's okay Mama I'll carry you”, Paige said as she gave Azzi a peck on the lips. “Thank you, Daddy.”, Azzi replied. “Alright enough with this gay shit.”, Azzi said and they both laughed. Paige stepped out Azzi still in her arms and made her way to the bathroom. As they walked past the living room again Paige spoke before her teammates could. “Shut up, we didn't know you were here.”, and kept moving. Paige shut the door to the bathroom and sat Azzi down on the counter.

She turned the water on in the tub and added some bubble bath mix. She removed her clothes and then silently asked if she could remove Azzi's. Azzi nodded and let her clothes be removed. Paige went back toward the water and checked the temperature It was warm just as Azzi liked. She returned to the counter and picked Azzi up and set

Her on the side of the ledge. She got in before Azzi. “Come here baby”, Paige said as she helped Azzi in the water. They sat there, Paige massaging the tightness in Azzi's hips and back. She massaged her thighs and pelvis in an attempt to relieve some of the pressure and help her relax. She washed in between her legs to remove the slick and cum. Then she wet her hand to wipe away the dry tears.

They finished washing up and Paige helped Azzi out and dressed her. She carried her back to the room and tucked her in. They both got into bed and were babbaling nonsense. After some time Azzi spoke. “I’m glad you asked me to be your girlfriend P, I love you” Paige replied, “I love you to Azzi.” They both cuddled each other and pressed gentle but meaningful kisses on each others faces. “Goodnight, Daddy.”, Azzi said as she wagged her eyebrows. “Goodnight, Mommy.”

[alexiabae]

2024; fc barcelona femení x fem!reader

Summary: the 25/26 campaign for barcelona's squad was the most disastrous until the date. so after the players asked for a new head coach, natalia arroyo brings a new fresh air and new staff team.

Warnings: delicate topics, fluff, very long, a mysterious fb!player x fem!reader romance, slow burn.

Note: I don't know why I wrote this.

ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE.

Alexia never thought to use her name for something, and specially to bring someone out of the team. She had many conversations with her teammates, where all of them have her back and support the idea. After discussing it with them, she discussed it in the office to communicate that they aren't happy with the result of this past season. The number of matches they lost made Alexia blush, they lost the league for the first time in a long time, remaining third behind Atlético de Madrid and for the first time in their history, Real Madrid won. It didn't finish there, in the Champions League they almost were out on the group stage, staying second and because Frankfurt's team lost their game. They fell on the quarter final against Bayern Munich, the worst performance that Barcelona's squad played in a long time, the amount of mistakes they have, failing easy passes, miscalculating and not talking about the goals. They didn't score, just received. The players waited for indications that never came, and all they did was remain on the pitch and wait for it to end, apologising later for their performance.

National tournaments were the same, they lost the Supercopa semifinal and at least in La Copa de la Reina they fell in the final, still it hurt.

A team like this fell and no one made a move to prevent it from falling. It angered them, to the point where in one of the last bond nights of the season —over for them from months— they decided to speak up, again. They did it, Alexia alongside Marta and Patri the three captains of the Catalan club, talk about it with the people in charge of their section. They only promised to hold and wait, and keep working hard, like if they stopped from doing it. With their jaws clenched, the three players communicated to the rest the result and after many discussions, they did exactly that.

But not anymore.

That night they explode and decide to write in a paper everything they want to explain to them, starting with the resignation of the head coach of the club. They have enough, it showed in his first season but still they manage to win the league and reach the final of the Champions League, but they all suffer that season. What they didn't know was the start of a decline on the next one.

So after many hours and days of discussion, the three captains come back to the offices and on the heat of the argument, Alexia tiredly, but firm announce that if the situation is keeping like that, she is out of the club.

Marta and Patri look at her surprise, that offer never showed up. Alexia's chest is going wildly, but she made a decision. A risky one, but she can't anymore with the situation, why does she or they need to intervene to change when it's obvious they need it?

She crossed her arms on her chest with a fierce look, a leg moving uncontrollably under the table, her posture on the chair is challenging but she is feeling the opposite.

"Tomorrow I'll give an answer."

Nodding with her head, it's the most they can afford. Alexia isn't waiting for an okay, I'll do it or a dismissal for their part, she wants for them to realise that if they didn't pay attention to the players, there are consequences.

Out of there, Patri smack Alexia's arm repeatedly with an alarming face. Marta asked her for an explanation, but Alexia shrugged and kept walking to the changing room, saying she would explain everything there.

•••

After many reunions, even the president of the club's intervention on their negotiations to make Alexia change her mind and stay at the club, offering a raise of the salary and an extension to prolong her contract, she only put a condition to stay.

Bring a new head coach and I'll stay.

She is firm, the Catalan doesn't want any of their offers, maybe the prolonging of her contract, but what she cares about right now is if she leaves, the club needs to be like before.

So they listen to them, to her and bring a new head coach. They didn't know who would be, but there is a massive step here, they are free from the people who didn't care about them.

The day of the announcement, Claudia sent a link to the group chat;

🚨 FC BARCELONA FEMENÍ

New head coach announcement!

We are delighted to announce to you all who the new head coach is!

Natalia Arroyo is the new in charge of the Condal club, assuming the responsibility to take our girls back to the top again!

The Catalan coach couldn't reject the offer. Natalia has been without training any club since the start of this year, when Aston Villa rescinded the contract. We are very happy to announce this new agreement between the club and Natalia Arroyo, who shows her emotion to come back to coach another Spanish team, the last one was Real Sociedad.

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The group chat was burning, all of them very pleased with the new change and who is. They heard in the past her name being linked with the club.

Sighing relief, they spend their holidays without worry and wanting to come back to training with other expectations.

•••

With other energy on the ambient, Barcelona's players started to approach for the first day of training for the upcoming preseason.

Natalia approaches the changing room after knocking on the door. With a kind smile on her face, she greets them happily. The older players went to greet her with a hug, knowing the woman for a long time and because they coincided with her in the Catalan team. After exchanging some words, the coach instructed them to go to the meeting room.

Alexia is one of the first to walk there, Mapi and Aitana flying behind her. They are commenting on some anecdotes through their summer, their tan skin showing up on the new summer kit training. The hazel eyes of the captain look around once she goes inside, greeting their coach again. She could see a few new faces behind Natalia, sharing the same Barça clothes as them. However someone else catches Alexia's attention, the one a little apart from the small group, behind the desk typing something in a laptop and Natalia is sitting there maintaining a friendly chat with her. It surprised her a little about the appearance of this woman, looking young and another circumstance Alexia would think she is a new player.

Mapi soon points her out in a whisper to them, the defender sits down next to her captain in the first row, Aitana chooses to sit on the second row just behind them.

Soon, the meeting room was getting full and when the players were seated, Natalia closed the door and clapped calling their attention and coming back to learn on the desk looking at them.

"Well, firstly hello!" She leaves a small laugh waving a hand in the air, the players greet her back with cheer on her voice. "I know the major part of this team knows who I am, but I'm going to introduce myself to the ones who didn't. I'm Natalia and like you see, I'm going to be your new head coach. That small group is my staff team, and the second coach is this one," Natalia points with her thumb to the person behind her, who greets them shyly with a soft wave of her hand still standing behind the desk. "I know what you are thinking, she looks around your age after all. Her name is Y/N and very shy, but once she trust you would be your worst nightmare," Natalia gives you a knowing smirk, hearing how some of the players leaves out a chuckle by her comment and your reaction. The coach cleared her throat and again clapped with her hands, her expression turning serious. "Before we start to explain what we want for what's coming, I heard what you did and I'm very proud of you all. This team didn't deserve to be treated the way they treat you, so hopefully we can help to bring some happiness and win things, right?" Some of them have a playful expression on their faces, others join Natalia to tease a little about the last comment, making the room laugh. Then, they proceeded to explain what would happen in the next few weeks, the upcoming friendly matches and the Champions Leagues' ones.

"No need to be ashamed of it, girls. Sometimes things like that happen and you still have the opportunity to be classified and I'm sure this team would be in the Champions League this season. So please, leave out the negative thoughts and let's go to training!" Natalia walked out from the desk, going to open the door and remained there while the players started to go out.

That first day feels the best in a long time. The training is fluid, laughs filled the pitch and the competitiveness is showing up. Alexia notices you taking notes in a small notebook behind Natalia, eyes on them and scribbling there in a concentrated face, she feels a little curious. On the break to have lunch, your name approaches between them, curiosity showing their tones and trying to guess your personality, not always you have someone young to be a coach or this case, second in charge.

Ingrid is the first one who approached you, the Norwegian coincidence with you when she was to pick her food, you are standing there picking food for yourself. Friendly, Ingrid compliments your hair and gives you a small smile when you thank her shyly, moving aside to leave her some space. Once the tall brunette goes to the table where Mapi is awaiting her after the wave with a hand for her to go there, she shrugs with a smile the moment her girlfriend asks her about what you talked about.

However, the next day they would find you a little more involved with them. After they warm up, Natalia announces they will play a small match between them, she and you would choose two teams.

With their curiosity on, Natalia says Alexia's name first. They all look at you, gripping your notebook between your hands, you muttered Jana's name. A small surprise is showing on their faces, even the own player walking to your side, usually when they pick, the defenders are left out until the end, at least you are very good in that position. Natalia chose Salma, you choose Ingrid. They give their six names to form their teams, the ones who have not been named walked to the shadow and commented on what would happen.

You walked towards the team you form picking up the bib and passing it to them to put it on. Once they are ready, you put yourself in front of them.

"The only thing I want from you, is to keep the ball." You say simple, ignoring the weird looks they are giving you. "I don't want you to score and I don't mind if they score you, just try to keep the ball the most you can." You inform them, they nod slowly. "And Jana, you are the captain." You give her a lipped smile and walk out of the pitch, indicating that everything is said and they walk to their positions.

Unsure, they were positioned in their natural positions since you didn't say anything to them about how they should be lined up. Under the goal is Ellie, in the defensive line are Ona, Ingrid, Jana and Esmee, Aitana in the midfield and Kika up alone. Natalia walked next to you and asked if everyone was ready, then she whistled and the little match started.

Your team is struggling for the command you made, it's not like they are doing it on purpose it's just after two touches, they have someone behind and kicks the ball out of their feet. Two goals after, Jana thinks she is understanding what is happening, so she passed the ball to Ingrid and this one passed it to her again. She passed it to Ellie and once again the ball landed on her feet, good three touches and the ball is still on their side. Risking, she passes the ball to Esmee who is to her right. The Dutch pass it quickly to Aitana when Alexia chases her, the brunette grazes her booth enough to pass it to Ona. They are like that for a while, the game is getting heated by the moment but they are with the ball.

Then, Aitana lost the ball and again they entered the spiral from the start. Alexia's team scored again, her face shows confusion for the strategy your team has but remains quiet, seeing you and Natalia share some words with hands on your mouths.

It worsened because every time they passed the ball to Aitana, this one lost it. The frustration is showing on the midfielder, who soon scowled in your direction but didn't say anything. Jana had enough and approached her teammate, saying with a firm tone what she needs to do. She saw how Aitana clenched her jaw but nodded in her direction, going to chase the opponent.

When Aitana snatched the ball from Ewa, she passed it to Kika, feeling a little better with herself. They are keeping the ball for the second time with long passes, the ball going out when it collides with Salma's foot.

"I'm going to change the line!" You raise your voice from your position, making the teams look at you while you keep looking at your notebook while you keep scribbling. "The defensive line up! Kika in the midfield and Aitana defending."

They all look at you stunned, searching Natalia's eyes for an explanation after a few seconds, but the coach shrugged and kept her arms crossed. Biting the inside of her cheek, Aitana wipes the sweat off her forehead with the bib and walks near the box while the defenders jog up.

Surprisingly, the defensive line keeps the ball between them good. Aitana's senses are high, focusing on every pass and going to help Kika. However the moment the other team has the ball, she is struggling with Salma, who is winning her every battle they are having. Aitana is fuming at that point, still she remains quiet.

The next time Salma scored, you indicate for Esmee to accompany Aitana, leaving the defensive line with three defenders.

Jana started to yell command to her team, giving encouraging words to Aitana every time she failed. It's been awhile since she understood the strategy you gave them, but it seems Aitana still couldn't figure it out. It's mostly for the defensive line exercise, that's why you choose mostly those players. However Kika is not struggling like Aitana, she seems very focused and barely has any mistakes to keep the ball between her feet.

"A break!" Natalia whistles, the rest of the players approach to give them bottles to hydrate. "Now, we are changing sides and this team is with me now." She points to the team you made, Aitana almost leaves a content sigh when she hears her, Mapi elbowed her side but the brunette rolled her eyes and kept sipping from the bottle.

Ten minutes later, you ignore the frown in Alexia's face and give the strategy. "I want you all to hold this." You approached them and gave Claudia a rugby ball. "Every time you give a pass, you need to throw it to the person you passed." You instructed, looking at them briefly. "Ah, I would like to change the captain, if that's okay with you." She looks at Alexia, who slowly nods with her head with a look that says everything. "I want Cata to be the captain."

Now, it's the other team who take the lead. Aitana seems more comfortable and it's playing like herself, finding Kika, Ona and Esmee easily. Alexia flinches with every minute passing, throwing at your way an annoying look when they lose the ball. The only ones comfortable are Salma, Claudia and Cata. Irene, Alexia and Frido are struggling.

"Why do we need to do it?" Alexia snapped throwing the rugby ball to the ground, stepping towards you for an explanation.

Irene puts a hand on her shoulder, whispering her name.

"I like this." Claudia comments, the small smile on her face washing out when Alexia gives her a look.

You look at her impassive, playing with the pen in your fingers. "Because I said it." You say softly, a hint of firmness in your voice.

Alexia's frown deepened, not liking your answer. Claudia paints a smirk, winking in your direction before she walks to pick a bottle to drink. The blonde looks at Natalia, but she remains quiet and gives a lipped smile to the midfielder. Irene brings her back to the pitch, not having the same problem with the rugby ball even if she is struggling like her.

Mapi and Patri make a bet for how long it would take Alexia to snap again.

•••

The next day Alexia and Aitana give you a frown when they see you, the contrary that Ingrid, who approaches you with a content face and makes conversation with you.

When Natalia announces to them that you would be in charge of the next exercise, the midfielders are relieved when they aren't chosen for this one.

"I want you to play the ball in short." She says shortly, looking at Mapi and Irene. They nod, seeing how you call for Kika and Ewa to attack them. "It's the only thing I want, okay? If some of them touch the ball, you start again until you make it."

Nodding, Cata gives the ball to Mapi to put it in play. There is a mannequin pretending to be the player who would receive the ball, Mapi and Irene need to find the right pass to do. But it isn't happening, Kika and Ewa are blocking Mapi perfectly when she tries to play. You can see the frustration forming on Mapi's face, so you stop the exercise.

"Kika and Ewa, leave her to come out." You instruct when you put the mannequin in another position. Then, you approach the two forwards and whisper what they are going to do. Nodding with their heads, they put themselves in the midfield.

With expectation, you indicate to Mapi to start. The Aragonese jog with the ball, Irene staying behind to defend. Kika is letting Mapi approach the midfield area, frowning a little the defender keeps her eyes on the players and thinks fast to give the pass. Out of nowhere, you yell to Frido to put like full back and help Mapi to create a play. Then, the moment Mapi gives a pass to the Swedish player Kika throws herself to the pitch and cuts the pass, running for the ball and passing it to Ewa.

They are like that for a few minutes, until Mapi yells angrily at herself. You stopped the exercise and put yourself next to the Portuguese forward, who has the ball under her foot. You patted her shoulder and whispered a good job only for her to hear, Kika nods with a small smile, content to hear the compliment.

"Don't you see it?" You ask calmly while you step towards Mapi, whose breath becomes agitated by the previous exercise. The defender has a frown, with an irritated gaze she looks down briefly, her eyes half closed for the sun shining on her face. "You don't know how to keep the ball when they do that." You look at Frido too, the Swedish has both hands on the sides of her waist and biting her lower lip. Your voice didn't sound mad, it's calm. "It's where you failed more last season."

Mapi clenched her jaw, her breathing becoming normal. She sees you how you ask Kika for the ball and then, you walk towards her with it in your hands.

"It's weird to see something you know to do and fail constantly." You point to Mapi to follow you and walk to the box, leaving the ball there. "You two are the weak side of the team when you play in short." Mapi bites the inside of the cheek, flinching when she hears you. Frido lowered her head, weakly nodding towards your words. "And they knew it. Come here Mapi."

The defender walks towards you with heavy steps, behind the ball. "They are letting you play while covering the pass you would give to the midfielders, so the only pass you would give is the wings back or move the ball back. It's what they want and then, they press in both ways." You pause, the attention of the whole team on your explanation. "They want you to forget the strong side for them. How many times Graham is alone and you didn't see her?" At this mention, Mapi plays with her tongue and doesn't say anything, just shrug. "They don't want you to play to that side and they are successful. So will start to work, okay? You need to know where your players are, they always will be there. Put it." You tend to Mapi a black blindfold, the defender picks it up from your hands, doubting about it.

When Mapi has the blindfold on, you instruct her what to do. You walk to the sidelines and ask for some of them to go to the pitch. Once everything is settled, you put behind Alexia and you whistle, seeing Mapi kick the ball in your direction but fail for a few meters to her right. When you whistle again, this time Mapi gives a good pass, Alexia catching the ball easily with her foot. You clap at her and indicate she made it, Mapi shouts at you if she can do it again.

A few minutes like that, you order at Mapi to pull off the blindfold and do it with the exercise before.

You jog towards Mapi and raise her head to the level you wanted. "Focus on your teammates, when they pressed you to give large passes or when they leave you jogging with the ball, you need to know where your teammates are."

Mapi nods, with a different restore inside of her, she is determined to learn the mistake and perfection it. You whistle and Mapi jog with the ball, quickly taking a look at her teammates in time when Claudia comes to attack her, she passes the ball to the other side, to Esmee. The Aragonese started to be motivated and asked to do it again and again and again until Natalia indicates that it is enough, making Mapi pouts a little in her direction.

Taking their breath, you sit down on the ball in front of them. This action called their interest, turning their bodies to pay you their full attention. "I want to have a little chat about something I think is important." You start, hands intertwining while you take a look at them. "It's about Turin," you name it carefully, noticing the change on some faces when they hear you. "We need to work on that, it's not possible until today you still have struggled with it and when you lose, the first thing in your mind is “like Turin”, because it's not." You say firm, but there is gentleness in your voice. "You need to take away the expectation, the favouritism, the things that make you all don't believe. The fear of making people support you wastes their money on you." The last comment hurts more than they want to admit, you can feel it on their faces. "They support your team and support you, no one is asking them to travel or come to every match, they care about you, keep that in mind." You finished, standing up with the silence formed for your words. "And Natalia wants to remind you that we have a vacancy for the third captain, Aitana and Mapi are the chosen ones. Good luck choosing." This comment brings back the calm and teasing laugh, a different perspective where the air felt lighter.

That day Alexia has more respect for you, even if she still couldn't understand the exercise you put on the last day.

•••

The third day, the team gathered in the meeting room. Natalia is giving indications of the opposing team they will face next week. While the coach was talking, you approached them with books in your arms, giving one to every player.

"There is everything about the rival team, I add the opponents in the Champions League too. Please, what I gave save it for the next ones. The pages are recycled, for if you want to know..." You explain when Natalia stopped talking, walking back next to her.

Alexia opened the black cover, a photocopy with a neat letter very detailed, greeting her. Soft whispers start to be heard when they open it too, the midfielder sees small tips about the rival, a column with different colours with their own names, and a lot more that leave Alexia very perplexed.

"Alexia made you do this?" Mapi asks loudly, making some of them laugh while Alexia blushes and hiss her name, giving her friend a look.

You chuckle softly, blushing too. You shake your head, commenting that you like the details that nobody pays attention to.

"You need to study every page about this team." You add, pointing to Mapi with her finger in a teasing way.

"I wish it was like this when I needed to study in high school..." Mapi comments, going through the pages and seeing photos, underlined lines in different colours, links and many more.

"Agree." Claudia mutters next to her, some humming agreeing with both of them.

Natalia winks in your direction, patting your arm friendly.

"Did you write it?" Ingrid asks, raising a hand in the air. You nod, making her look at you impressed. She didn't know how to feel, but she felt appreciated by your efforts. "Thank you."

You give her a small smile.

Natalia cleared her throat and brought the attention towards her again, starting to explain what they would do after the meeting was over.

After training, Natalia suggests doing a little game that you would explain. They gathered around you two, some of them with bottles on their hands or with their arms crossed waiting for you to explain.

"It's simple, you are going to put on a blindfold," you show it in the air for them to watch. "and your teammate would help you to shoot the ball to the goal. Like you could see, we put obstacles for the one who has this on." You point with a hand the places where the obstacles are scattered. "Alexia, you are first." You give a quick look to your notebook, giving a lipped smile to the captain.

Alexia steps towards you and picks the blindfold, a small frown on her features. You call Jana, instructing her that she would be the one in charge to guide her blinded teammate. Once Alexia covers her eyes, she waits for you to start. However, she couldn't hide her surprise expression when she felt a warm touch wrapping her left hand.

They need to do it like that.

They jogged together, the soft indication in Jana's voice came two seconds later. Alexia turns to the right with the ball glued on her foot, Natalia's voice indicating that they need to do it faster. In a strong grip, Alexia does what Jana is telling her, leading the way. After sorting the penultimate obstacle, Jana guides her to the left and yells at her to shoot the ball. Alexia could hear how it hit the crossbar, but a soft palm on her shoulder and the victorious voices of her teammates tell her that she scored.

The Catalan pulls the blindfold off and high five with Jana, who gives her a wide smile. She sees how the ball ran out of the goal, still Alexia scored and didn't trip on her way there.

The next ones are Patri and Vicky.

"I put you with her because you wouldn't be mad." You explain shyly to Alexia when she approaches the group, making her laugh quietly while shaking her head slowly.

"And you are right. You put me with someone else and if I fail, it's for their fault." Alexia comments back, a teasing smile remaining on her lips watching how Patri trips with the mannequin because Vicky pushes her softly, the whole group starts to laugh and Patri protests to do it again and with someone else, giving a bad look to the young player who didn't see guilty for what she did.

•••

"Euskal Herritik?" Irene asks loudly after the last meeting, she is sitting on the chair with her arms crossed.

You turn to look at her. "Guipuzkoa." You say, mirroring her smile.

"Finally someone from the same place." Irene comments, making some of them chuckle. She raised her hand in the air, you step towards her way and accept the gesture. "I'm tired of the Catalan surrounding this team..." She smirked widely when the Catalans complained, rolling her eyes when Claudia tells her that she is in a Catalan team and what she is waiting to be the players there.

They have the last training before the friendly match they have tomorrow. Natalia makes them gather around her while she tells her first line up for the upcoming match.

"And Aitana will be the third captain, Mapi let me know that she prefers Aitana to be the captain." Natalia finishes, dismissing them.

What they didn't know is that, later you give Natalia your own line up. A line up that makes Natalia smile reading the small comments you put under their names to be starting tomorrow. She comments on you to give her earlier, but congratulate you for having a different line up.

If Alexia needs to explain who they see themselves in that friendly match, it's wonderful. She feels like they are coming back to their roots, to where they belong and it inspired her confidence. Natalia took her out in the second half to give the youngest players minutes, she sees you sitting writing furiously in your inseparable notebook, sometimes standing up and walking to Natalia to share a comment. It's been awhile since Alexia saw someone with that emotion for what they are doing, and watching you doing them, makes Alexia feel proud. She barely knows you, but she senses that you care about what you are doing.

They won by three goals.

The next day after recovery time, Natalia ordered them to accompany her to the pitch. When they are approaching, they see you there sitting in a ball waiting for them.

"We are practicing penalties." Natalia says when they gather around you. "Y/N is in charge of this exercise, so when you want. They all are yours." She smiled, stepping aside and walking behind the group.

Clearing your throat, you instructed them to step out of the box. With the ball in your hands, you call Alexia's name.

"I'm sorry to always start with you." You say when she steps towards you.

Alexia dismissed it, reassuring you that she prefers it that way.

"Okay. Please Cata, go to the goal." You ask gently, putting the ball on the white dot. "Don't shoot until I tell you." You see how Alexia nods, unaware of what you have in mind.

You walk towards Natalia and grab her wrist, stepping a few centimetres away from Alexia. You lean and whisper only for Natalia to hear what you are going to do, when she nods, you cross your arms and fix your eyes on the player.

"Do you think she can score?" You comment in a low voice, but enough for Alexia to hear. After seeing Alexia's eyebrow twitch, you look at Natalia. "What if she misses it?"

Alexia bites the inside of her cheek, removing her gaze from you. The hands on her hip tighten, hearing Natalia comments back at you.

"We can change the one to shoot the penalty." Natalia says back, shrugging.

Alexia could feel you approaching, only looking at you when she notices her eyes on her. She raises an eyebrow, her jaw very tight for what she heard. The midfielder is getting annoyed by the seconds you keep looking at her, the whisper behind her didn't help.

"Shoot." You simply say, stepping aside.

Cata puts on position, eyes focusing on her teammate and tries to guess the possibilities she has to stop the ball. However, she didn't need to move from the spot because Alexia missed it.

Biting her lip hard, Alexia lowered her head. She didn't want to look at you, not after what happened. You bring a hand briefly on her shoulder to bring her attention towards you, but she didn't look at you, still you know you have her attention.

"What bothers you more? The comments or that I stayed looking at you?" Her hazel eyes were raised from her shoes and fixed in you. Alexia processed what you questioned her, and after meditating she whispered the truth.

"Both, mainly the staring part." Alexia whispered, licking her lips.

You nod, putting in front of Alexia. "Close your eyes." You gently whisper. The captain thinks of paying you attention, but she does it. "Now, think in your family. Your friends, your mother..." Alexia is not understanding the sense of this, but once again she obligated herself and scratched her mind for moments with them. "Think on the dumbest but meaningful detail that brings you happiness, that every moment it shows in your head, you smile." In her mind came immediately one, the one she treasured for herself on her lowest moments or when she values what she archived. Blinking weakly, Alexia's eyes become watery and nod with her head towards you. "Got it? Okay, take another try." You give her a lipped smile and quickly, you step towards Cata to whisper something and pick the ball up on your way back, positioning it for Alexia.

If the occasion was different, the Catalan would put the ball like she wanted, but not now. She closed her eyes again and took a deep breath, opening them with the memory in her mind. Alexia makes a run and shoots the ball hard to the right corner, smiling proudly when the sound of the net resounds around them.

No one says anything, maybe because you told them to make any sound. You ask her if she wants to try again and Alexia nods, doing the exact same thing you instructed, this time her teammates cheer loudly when she scores.

You pat her shoulder friendly and tell her to come back with them. With the ball under your foot, you see how Alexia is being cuddled by them. "Before we continue with this, I want to clarify some things." You start when they bring their attention to you again. "I'm going to bring up some topics that I think would hurt you or it stings. I'm not a psychologist, so please, you are free to not answer me or tell me that you don't prefer to share it here with us, but keep it in mind. We want to help you, and we have a phenomenal psychologist that would gladly help you."

After a pause, you keep talking. "I'm going to bring topics from clubs like national teams too. What I did with your teammate is what I think she struggles when she needs to take a penalty, I try my best to help you to take penalties without your mind interfering. Salma, you are next sorry."

Some of them chuckle, Salma stepping towards you with a lipped smile and positioning next to you. She put both hands behind her back, brown eyes focusing on you.

"Do you feel like you are the best of the team?" You ask, not in a provoking tone or trying to mock her, it's just a calm question.

Salma frowns and shakes her head. "No." She answers you immediately.

Licking your lips, you nod with your head for the answer. "Well, I do think that you are one of the best. A player that —collectively— won almost everything. How old are you?"

You see how the striker blushes. "I'm 22." She clears her throat, tilting her head in your direction.

"It's not bad if you believe you are a good player, Salma. You archived a lot for a young age and it's so admirable." You comment, your voice sounding sincere. Salma keeps smiling, muttering a thank you to your way. "Do you feel pressed against Brazil's match?"

That question takes her off-guard, the air changes around them with that one. Salma looks briefly behind her shoulder and sees some of her teammates uncomfortable. Looking at you back, the brunette nods.

"I did." Salma confess. It isn't necessary for you to explain which match you are recalling, they vividly remember that fateful match.

"Even if there were ten more players, you felt alone?" You questioned, Salma below her head and nod. "They leave a young player to save them." Your comment makes Salma bite the inside of her cheek hard. "If you score, you were an amazing player and the saviour but if you lose..." You trailed off, walking slowly in circles. "Do you want to take the penalty?" You ask casually, leaving the conversation aside and like nothing suggesting that.

Salma raised her head and alternated her gaze between you and the ball. She nods, but she is afraid it looks like an unsure gesture. Taking a breath, she waits for you. You whistle and Salma takes a run, missing massively the shot. She feels embarrassed, the ball didn't reach the goal and got lost to the other empty pitch.

There is silence, and somehow Salma feels it is worse than any fun comment.

"No need to be embarrassed about it." You approach Salma, squeezing her shoulder gently. "Once again, I'm not a psychologist, I'm going to repeat it many times because it's the truth. Do you know because I chose Alexia first?" You ask her, Salma shakes her head. "Because I know what she fears or I least, an intuition about what it is. Alexia feels uncomfortable when people fix their eyes on her, I only spent one minute looking at her and I'm sure she felt like an eternity, maybe that same people would say that she would be used to this type of thing, and the truth is that she is human. About the comments... They wouldn't hurt more than what you tell yourself." You pause, looking through the group. "Why did she score when I calm her? Because she holds onto a memory that makes her happy. She has been criticized for the recent penalties she took in charge and I know she practiced them, and I know that after this training Alexia would practice them but in a different manner that maybe make it work when in a match, she takes a penalty." You explain the best you could, eyes only on Salma. "Close your eyes."

Salma does what you said, feeling a shadow in front of her. After a pause, you talk again. "Sea or mountain?"

"Sea." Salma says immediately, not understanding why you ask but didn't question anything.

"Of course, my bad." You see how Salma relaxes her features, a soft small smile on her lips. You type something in your phone and curse yourself when a spot approaches when you press on the relaxing sound. "Okay, listen to it." You put the phone close to her ear, the soft sound of the waves is the only noise around you. You are like that for a few minutes until another spot show and some snort were heard. "I want you to pretend that you are on the shoreline, and your problems stay there. You would resolve them at the right time, you would fall and stand up or just keep walking because you are strong. If you miss a penalty, that's okay. You would come back. You know how long it takes when the referee whistles for it, in that time your mind puts you in the worse place sometimes. When it happens, you close your eyes and think about anything that calms you. Your family, friends, your teammates, when Patri trips because she is awkward..." A soft hey was heard behind Salma, you see how the tall brunette slipped a wide smile. "Think about the exercise I put in the other day, when you were blindfolded and your teammate guided you. They have your back, Salma. Remember that always." You finished saying, not removing the phone from her ear. She keeps her eyes closed and maintained like that until she feels ready, there are emotions in her eyes when she opens them.

When she nods, you save your phone in your pocket and nod towards Cata, smiling when Salma shoots the ball inside of the goal in an unstoppable way.

Clapping, Salma repeats the penalty and comes back with the group.

You decide to light the mood a little, Natalia winking in your direction when you meet her eyes. Walking towards them, you put a hand above Claudia's head and start to make a sound with your mouth, walking slowly while you keep your hand up and pass their heads. You decide to stop between Kika and Vicky, the sound you are making intensifying between these two until you leave your hand above Kika's head.

Kika pushes Vicky jokingly when this one mocks her, the Portuguese stepping towards the box.

"Don't worry, Cata. You are going to do it too, but another day." You point towards the goal, seeing a smirk from the Balear towards your direction with a thumbs up. "Can I call you Kikinha?" You ask her, your Basque accent showing up. Kika giggles but nods with her head. "How are you?"

"I'm good. And you?" Kika asks back, her smile never fading.

"I'm good, thanks." You sit down on the ball and write something in the paper, looking up to see Kika looking down at you from where she is standing. "How many times do you smile when you say you are good, but in reality you aren't feeling good?" With that, Kika changes her gesture, the smile going out slowly. She clears her throat and shrugs, but never removes her eyes from you. "And when your injury removed you from the pitch out of the season and made you lose the Euros?"

It's there when Kika moves on the spot uncomfortable, hands behind her back and eyes looking behind you. "Many times." She says after a few minutes, the voice sounds small and hurt.

"Do you think you deserve that injury?" Ask that make you feel a little uncomfortable, but you promised yourself to give her a big hug and an apology. Kika shakes her head, tilting her head when she looks at you again. "I think you deserve it." Kika's eyes look at you very hurt, even if you aren't looking at the rest of the team, you feel how they are holding their breath and the death glares you are receiving from some of them. "It makes you stronger, a reason to come back and show us what you are capable of doing. To win with them the Champions League while you are playing and not watching from the stands, to be grateful to them for being there in your lowest moments, for the anecdotes created and for many other reasons. I know there are many tears for that injury, it's the worst for a player. I wish you didn't go through it, but embrace that experience and learn. You can do that and many more, Kika. I'm sure you are going to win everything you propose, you would go to the Euros, win the Champions League, go to the World Cup, win the league —again— and be the top scorer. I know you would do it. But embrace that scar, forgive it and move on. You are a player that could handle that and more. Keep fighting."

Some tears slipped from her eyes, Kika took both hands to her cheeks and wiped them. You stand up and walk towards her, giving a hug to reassure her that it's okay. You whisper an apology, Kika smiles again and shakes her head dismissing it, hugging you back.

"You know what to do?" You ask her when you are separated, pointing to the ball.

Kika nods and after taking a breath, you whistle when you see she is ready and Kika hides the ball inside of the goal, letting out a scream for that. You laugh quietly when she jumps on your back, throwing her fist in the air looking at their teammates.

"There are two left... And I'm selfishly right now and I'm going to call Ingrid." You let them know when Kika joins them, the Norwegian walks next to you with some surprise on her face. Mapi comments loudly to you to be careful, you give her a thumbs up while Ingrid gives a warning look. "Do you want to know what I said to Natalia about you?" Ingrid nods her head unsure, sharing a look with the coach and looking you back. "If you aren't going to count on her, do us a favour and transfer her." You know what those words sound out loud, the change in her facial expression is enough for you to clarify. "Because it would piss me off if this player didn't play what she deserves." You add, now seeing how Ingrid leaves out a nervous laugh, a soft blush on her cheeks. "It's true Ingrid, you are a good player and you are benched. You show us what you are capable of for a long time... Still, it amazes me that you remain here. I don't judge your reasons... but you deserve to be playing and not being bench, like other teammates you have."

Ingrid is speechless, not finding words to say out loud. She looks at her hands, it's been awhile —not counting her teammates or family— that someone reassures her potential.

"Personally I like it more when you play like a defender, what a discovery." You comment, not wasting time to let her know. "The team that has you, would gain an amazing and kind player, who cares about the people around her, make them feel be seen and don't let anyone alone. Want to try it?" You finished.

The tall brunette nods a few seconds later, recovering from the words you say. After she scores, she approaches you and kindly gives you a hug, squeezing your arm when she separated.

"And the last one... Who wants to be treated badly for me?" You ask loudly, making them laugh but no one makes a move. You wandered through them and walked straight towards Irene, the veteran player rolled her eyes but followed you. "I know you want to kick my ass."

Irene smirks, not denying your comment. You felt her gaze on you the entire time you shared with the young players.

"How angry you get at me when I tell those things?" You ask, tilting your head.

The defender snorts quietly, hands behind her back. "You resolved it very well, but I almost jumped up a few times." She honestly says, her answer makes you nod with your head and smile.

You don't wait for another reaction from her.

"How old were you when they didn't count anymore with Veronica Boquete?" You ask carefully, witnessing the surprise approaching on her face. The tall defender doesn't seem uncomfortable, maybe because the last thing she waited for was for you to ask that. "You can't answer me if you think it's personal." You let her know, reminding that it's not obligatory.

Irene swallows, looking at some of her teammates and shaking her head, she tells you that it's okay.

"It happened in 2017... I was 26 years old." Irene thinks loudly.

You make a pause, thinking what you would say next. You throw the paper alongside the pen to the pitch and step in front of her, you can see she finds some relief when you hide part of the sun hitting her figure.

"It surprised me that you live every scandal that happens in the national team... And it makes me realise that you have always been taking care of the youngest players." When you start, you try your best to be careful with your tone of voice, after all it's a hard and delicate topic. "You were that young but neither was that old... But you stay and people like Alexia —sorry!—" you interrupt yourself to bring Alexia's name again, the captain shakes her head softly, features relaxing when she meets your face. "like many other younger players, you don't want to leave them because you know what happened there. Then, —I'm not going to name him— once again it's happening, different things but still it is a strong situation that makes you stay to fight for, but mainly to protect the younger players. Because you know you couldn't live with you if you stop going to the national team and leave them around bad people. So when everything explodes, before the World Cup, you decide to receive every hit coming your way and letting them call you a niñata and many more bad words for speak up and ask for your right. You risked not going to the —possible— your last World Cup."

The tall defender shifted her posture, her jaw is clenched when you finished speaking. You guess she is someone who hides very well her feelings, but one looks to her eyes and you notice the pain on them.

"What happens if..." You take a look to see a young player to name. "Jana for example, experienced everything you lived with her age? She is younger than you when the first scandal happened. Imagine that there is no one who cares, then someone like Vero comes and they stop convocating her because she raised her voice. Jana is alone. What is the first thing that came to your mind?"

You see how Irene turns her hands into a fist, now both arms falling to her sides. She takes a long look behind her, you didn't look but assume she is looking at Jana.

Then, Irene turns to look at you slowly. "Then, they ruined someone innocent and kind." Her voice is lower, but everyone there could hear her clearly.

You leave the silence envelope for a few minutes.

"I'm glad they have you, Irene. Someone who cares about them, no matter the age they are, you would always check on them. They have you. But... Who cares about you? Who looks for you like you do with them?"

Your last two questions make her remain quiet, her breath stuck on her throat and she gives a weak shrug. She knows that she has people who look for her, but right now she feels lost.

"I do." Alexia breaks the silence, voice firm.

You smile. It's what you are waiting for. You wanted Irene to hear it from the people she trusts.

"Me too." Aitana and Mapi say at the same time.

It is followed by the rest of them.

Irene smiles weakly, an appreciative one.

"Jana, can you come here please?" The young player walks towards you, not without giving Irene a short hug, who chuckles quietly and rubs her head affectionately. You guide Jana in front of Irene and put both hands on her shoulders, your head showing behind her. "Imagine she is your young version. What would you tell yourself?" After saying that, you remove yourself from there and give them some space.

"A shorty version!" Claudia interjects, making them laugh, gaining herself a mock reply from Jana.

After a moment, Irene takes a breath and closes her eyes. Opening them, Irene cleared her throat and started to speak. "I'm not good at this, but I'll try." She pauses. "I want to tell you that the journey is beautiful, but also hard. You would love everything that happens in your career, every person you will meet, every friend that until today they are supporting you... You are strong, but it didn't mean that it wouldn't hurt you. Sometimes you will wish to change things, things that you innocently would fight for and they wouldn't listen to you. But then, you wouldn't look so crazy when someone else joined you. They will help you, just like you will help them. Win didn't mean you will be unharmed. Still, me and you know that we wouldn't change our journey and live all of this over again if it means changes. Changes for your teammates, for the ones who would come in the future, for the one who is watching us and be a referent because now, they have a female football player to watch and be like us... I'm proud of you."

You blink a few times and start to clap, the others following you and joining on the hug when Jana throws to Irene's arms.

"I thought you would teach them how to take penalties." Natalia came to your side, laughing quietly next to you. You shake your head, smiling for her teasing comment. She is aware of what would happen here, you comment in a reunion with her and she agrees. You didn't know why. "Okay! You all can leave now, see you tomorrow!"

•••

The first match of the Champions League was in the city's rival, the atmosphere was charged with new energy and hopes.

After what happened with the penalties session, the players brought it to comment on what happened there. They all agree on something, you are someone very different from all the coaches they had. Aitana listened to them in silence in the changing room, the loud voices giving their opinion on you. She listens to Kika say happily that she likes you, some of them agreeing with the Portuguese. Alexia was like her, changing her training clothes and listening to them quietly. Aitana could have a few different opinions, but she agrees that your words have a meaning, and maybe the method is what she didn't like too much, but the result? It's amazing. She saw herself hiding behind her teammates every moment you chose someone to... Heal? She didn't know how to classify that session, but somehow listened to how you cared, it's impressive.

After that, they didn't have another exercise where you led them. They focused on the opposing team, studying the pages you put effort making them. The players seem very interested in sharing the tips you gave, the comment below to the name's player, some tactics that would work with a possible connection. However, during the training you approached Frido and remained by her side, sometimes they found out you were keeping training after Natalia put an end.

They won the match by seven goals, and even mathematically they are going to pass, they didn't take for granted and keep their minds that everything could happen and they are going to do all the possible to win on the second leg.

Ingrid seems very excited to go training, the start of this preseason feels very different and welcoming. She played the last game the whole second half and felt very happy for how she played. The day of recovery after that match, you approached the group in the meeting room when you gave them the new pages to study. Natalia clapped her hands to call their attention and ask to have their attention on you, who wanted to explain something.

"I have been thinking about doing this and after commenting on it with Natalia, I would like to communicate with you mostly because if you all agree, I need to prepare it with time." You start, walking to the desk. You throw the pen there and walk to be in the middle. "Since this weekend we are free of playing matches, I thought to do a gincana. Would you like it?"

There is an immediate reply, they all cheered and yelled an affirmative. Well, all of them no. Alexia seems content by it but it's not buzzing like the major part of the team, Aitana for once her loudness is quiet but the idea sounds good to her and then, Caro seems chill about it like Ewa and Esmee.

"There would be a reward at the end. I will explain everything there, okay?" You inform them, when they hear the reward word, the room becomes wild.

Irene seems very happy to do the obstacle course when the day arrives. She makes a bet with Patri and Mapi on who will win from all of them. Alexia seems excited too, her competitive side showing on the bus ride to the place.

The morning went like total chaos, but it was filled with laughs. The moment they do the teams, the staff members leave it to you and Natalia. So you decided to write their names and chose the one you read out loud. The competitiveness is getting high with every new obstacle, when some of them win they show it on their faces.

When it is over, you call for their attention. "I asked them to hide letters around this place. So in pairs, we will search for them. Hear me out, please! You only need to pick a letter, then you come here and wait for the rest. Don't worry, you all have a letter. The red ones are for us! I need a difference between the players and the staff team." You explain. "Before you start to choose, I'll do it first! I'm going with Aitana." You give a lipped smile to the Catalan midfielder. You barely have contact today with her, since the brunette was on the opposite team.

"I wanted to be paired with you!" Patri whined, making you blush but laughed a little at her reaction.

Once they are all paired, you parted ways from them. The silence wrapping around you and Aitana, who walk next to you but leave a distance. You can hear some of them who are close, their chat and laugh floating around.

"That bad I am?" You joke, when there aren't more sounds than the birds chirping around you and your steps the branches under your feet. Aitana seems taken aback by your question, letting out a nervous chuckle seconds later. "I'm kidding, but I noticed that you aren't that content with my job since the first day when I put you alone to defend... Sorry about that, I just want to study some movements with the defensive line." You explain while you keep walking, stepping up to start a steep way.

Aitana nods to herself because she realises you can't see her. Jana and Ingrid explained it to her when she let out her frustration when the exercise was over, still she felt some remorse towards you the next few days after that happened.

"It's okay, you have your reasons..." Aitana muttered behind you, looking carefully at the steep. "I'm sorry too." She didn't give an explanation of why she feels sorry, simply Aitana wanted to do it for her behaviour that day. And because she has been avoiding you since then, looking at you in the shadows and having her own judgement watching you those days.

You stop briefly to look at her and give a small smile, keeping walking when Aitana awkwardly reciprocates that gesture. The brunette could feel how her phone was buzzing on her shorts pocket, probably some of them found the letter and are letting them know or maybe they are wanting to be annoying, both options work for the midfielder.

Then, when once again they are walking in silence, their little peace seems interrupted by Kika's squeal. It makes the pair look at each other and before they choose what to do, Kika and Esmee approach at the end of the steep laughing at something they only know.

"Well, well, well... The grandmothers are joining us." Kika teases them, still she extends a hand in your way to help you. Her laugh floats around you when Aitana tells her to not call her like that with a deep frown. "That's all the help you are going to obtain from us, see you down losers." Then, she winks at your way and locks her arm with Esmee's and walks out of your sight.

Aitana muttered something under her breath and put a hand in your lower back momentarily while telling you to keep going, now taking the lead.

They are looking everywhere in search of the letters, a distinct colour from the green and brown from that place. A small scowl installed in Aitana's face when time passed and they didn't see anything, she is sure that they would be the last ones to obtain a letter, if magically there is at least one at the top of this area. Sighing, Aitana feels small taps on her arm and when she turns to look at you, you are pointing with a finger to the big trunk in front of you, looking carefully Aitana could see a yellow tone in one of some cracks it has. Her features softened and shared a glare with you accompanied by a grin, stepping towards the big tree and picking it up, putting the piece of paper in your hands.

To Aitana's surprise, the moment they stepped down to join the people who found the letter, there were half of the team there, there other half are missing and scattered over there to find the letter. She finds herself waiting for them not far away from you, after all you are her partner for this exercise. While you are talking enthusiastically with Claudia and Ona, Aitana sees how Alexia comes with an annoying face with Patri behind her, Natalia and Irene sharing a laugh between them. Aitana guesses that Alexia didn't like this activity so much.

Soon the rest of the team came and you walked up, Natalia following you with the rest of the staff team.

"Please, give me the red letters and I'll give the yellow ones for you." You ask, sharing the red ones with her fellow team when they handed them to her. "Okay, first of all no one knows what it is. So if you need to blame someone, it's me." You say, seeing some faces not agreeing with what you are implying. "You are the first Natalia, open the letter."

Natalia carefully opened the letter and brought out what it was hiding, her curiosity going out the moment she read it. "Absolutely no!" She comments looking at you, a small shadow of red on her cheeks. "I'm not going to do it." She states firmly, pointing a finger in your direction.

You giggle by her reaction, the whisper of the players getting loud and questioning their coach what it is.

"Dancing Queen by ABBA." Natalia read out loud, shaking her head to emphasise that she is not going to do that.

The group burst out laughing, some letting out some teasing comments and cheering for Natalia to do it.

"Can I open mine?" Kika asks like a child, face with hope to find out what it is inside. You nod and watch how Kika read out loud jumping on her spot very happy. "Black by Pearl Jam!"

Then, they proceeded to open their letters with your confirmation. There are different reactions to it, some not agreeing with the song and others with their open mouth for what they read, still they seem very glad when you comment that they can change the song of joining someone else to sing.

"I'm not going to sing." Alexia breaks the enthusiasm of her teammates, making some of them groan for her comment. Her hazel eyes come back to read what she has on her hands. "I'm not doing this." She says more firm this time, a soft blush approaching on her cheeks but her gaze is letting you know that she is not going to do it.

Some boo are heard after, Alexia didn't seem bothered by that.

"Everyone is going to sing. I'm singing too, Alexia. And believe me when I tell you that I'm drowning only thinking about it." You speak up, interrupting the small reactions.

Alexia shakes her head. "I'm not going to sing." She repeats.

You stay looking at her, an idea forming in your head. "If you don't laugh any time that day when we sing, you include, I let you choose the exercise and without complaining we all will do it." You suggest, hiding your smile when you see how Alexia is thinking about your words longer than you think.

"Deal." Alexia muttered, extending her hand towards you to seal the deal.

Smiling, you stretch her hand.

You come back next to Natalia to convince her to sing, telling that you would sing together.

Alexia looks dreadful about what she needs to sing, Nero Gotico by Clara.

She didn't even know how this person was.

•••

Letting out the hundredth sigh that day, Alexia sits down on the chair in the backyard where the improvised scenario is in front of her. They all are wearing casual clothes, a different change of what usually they wear on their daily day. They haven't seen any trace of you since they came to Natalia's house, who offered to host the small karaoke.

"You look beautiful tonight, capi." Ona approaches in front of the Catalan midfielder, a knowing smirk on her lips.

Alexia rolls her eyes, ignoring the small laugh around her from some of them. Patri shows behind the full back player, wiggling her eyebrows.

"Ready?" Patri asks, sitting a row up from her.

"Yes." Alexia says shortly.

Fortunately for her, she could change the song with Giulia since the song is in Italian. Truth be told, Alexia blushed a lot when she put the videoclip on YouTube and saw the singer.

Aitana walks towards them with a drink on her hand, sipping from it the moment she sits down next to Mapi. She didn't know why she was here and why she would sing, but something inside her wanted to know what would happen tonight. Ignoring the conversation that the defender is having with Marta, who gladly came to cheer for her chill girlfriend, and her eyes wandered around until she saw you walking in with Natalia and Hector by your side, her hand stayed in mid air holding the glass while she fixed her eyes on you.

Blinking, Aitana heard how some of them start to whistle when they see you. Claudia makes a comment about she being single, only for you to shake your head smiling after hugging her. They are seeing you with different clothes and it's making Aitana very difficult to pay attention to.

You greet all of them when you approach the small stage, you start to explain that you and Natalia would start the show and then, since it's her idea you would mark the order.

They have an idea of why you two aren't singers, still Aitana feels looking at you with tenderness. To her eyes, you look cute with your red cheeks and when you misspell some words. Some of them are standing up and dancing together, cheering and loudly joining the song.

Alexia is trying hard to not show a smile with the show you two are making. Kika, Jana, Vicky, Salma and Bruna are dancing in the empty space in the backyard, some of them are recording.

Once it is over, you bend down briefly and side hug Natalia, thanking them while chanting your names. You call Ona to go to the stage, the Catalan accepts the microphone you tend at her.

The evening went smoothly, the majority of them were giving everything in every song, a chorus that no one asked but they accompanied the ones who are on the stage. Ingrid and Mapi are the last ones, the Aragonese with sunglasses pretending to be a real singer, making a dance that Ingrid joined in some parts shyly.

Then, they cover the empty space with a large table and sit down to have dinner. Alexia is more relaxed, the deal she made with you broke the moment Claudia sang a Spice Girl's song, including a choreography that made Alexia fail to not laugh. Patri records her reaction to have proof and show you, internally sighing relief because they would be free from the exercise Alexia would put on them.

They see a new version of you tonight, a goofy and calmer side. The days that you share with them make you open and relax around them, joining the teasing with Cata and Claudia or answering some uncomfortable questions that Mapi and some more are doing and being stopped by Alexia and Natalia.

"Why did you make this?" Alexia asked you once the party started, sitting in the empty chair next to you.

You paint a tiny smirk, watching the improvised dance that some of them are doing.

"To have fun." You reply, shrugging casually.

Alexia stays looking at you suspiciously, studying you while you give a sip to your drink. "The real reason." She says in a tone of voice where she didn't believe you.

You remained quiet for a moment, then turned to look at her. "To spend a good time, to loosen up a bit and know you all a little more. For you all to know me a little too, in a different environment than football..." You say, trailing off.

She believes you this time, and your explanation makes her smile genuinely. You are trying to connect with them, even if it means to put yourself in ridiculous. She is aware of your introverted side, she is one of that type too and knows how hard it is with new people.

Alexia has more respect for you.

•••

A month passed.

They are classified to be back in the Champions League and they are started well in the league, winning their two games.

The training becomes hard, but at the end of the day they have different exercises coming from you. They all seem waiting for this moment.

However, what they didn't know is to see you angry. You seem very calm and difficult to be angry or mad. The moment it happened was when Natalia was giving the starting line for the next day in their third match of the league. You were standing next to the coach and your frown deepened when Natalia told the defensive line.

"Can we talk for a moment?" You interrupt her, a hand on her arm. You don't leave her to reply to you, just walking away from the group of players.

Natalia frowned too and excused herself, she walked towards your side.

The players shared a look between them, a confused one. Alexia and Aitana keep their attention on you, they try to read on your face what happened.

"Really? Aren't you going to put her? She shows that she deserves to be in the starting line." You start to say, tightening the hold in your notebook. You see how Natalia relaxed her frown, opening her mouth to talk but you don't leave her. "Jana deserves to be in the starting line, Natalia. She proves to you during training and the matches you put her coming from the bench! Just... Keep that in mind." You say without realising that you raised your voice enough for them to listen to what you said. "If you want to reprimand me, okay. I'll understand." It's the last thing you said before you stormed out from there.

Natalia watches you go out and disappear in the building. Taking a breath, the coach steps towards the group and clearing her throat, resuming the starting line for tomorrow.

When Natalia dissolved the group, Alexia turned to check on Jana. She didn't say anything, just moved an eyebrow asking if she was okay. The defender nods, walking by her side to the changing room. Jana's mind replays the moment where you defended her to be starting for tomorrow's game and a small smile approaches on her face. Ingrid walks to her side and hangs an arm around her shoulders, a calm smile in her direction. Maybe it's a coincidence, but since you came they both feel very sure of themselves, with more conviction.

So before she leaves, Jana walks towards the head coach office and Natalia communicates with her before she asks that you are in the cafeteria. Nodding and saying goodbye, Jana walks towards the place and holds the strap of her gym bag, she steps inside when she sees you.

You leave the pen on top of the table, next to your —almost finished— notebook. Jana pulls off her gym bag and takes a seat next to you, giving you a lipped shy smile.

"Sorry..." You apologised, sighing.

Jana frowns, not letting you finish. "Why? You don't need to apologise." She cuts you, her smile widening. "Maybe it's not the place to say it. Still, I want to say thank you..." She says shyly, playing with her fingers on the top of the table. Her gaze didn't leave your surprise expression. "It motivates me to keep working hard because at the end of the day, there is someone who believes in me and could give me the chance to show what I'm capable of."

You soften your features, and remove a strand of your hair away from your face before you speak. "There are people who believe in you, Jana. Like many other of your teammates. The only thing I can tell you is to keep working hard and fight to gain a spot in the starting line." You say firmly, trying not to give her many hopes because after all, it doesn't depend on you. But letting her know that she has many possibilities of entering if she keeps playing like that.

The brunette nods with her head enthusiastically, surprising you when she throws her arms and wraps them on your neck, giving you a friendly hug. You hug her back awkwardly.

"I think I need to apologise with the coach..." You whisper when you see Natalia walk to the bar after she gives a knowing look.

Jana separated and nudged your side playfully, wishing you luck with a smirk when she stood up and walked away.

•••

Aitana passes her tongue for her teeth while her eyes are on you. You are saving the training things into the room where it belongs, Hector and Victor —the other two staff members— helping you save them inside. The Catalan midfielder starts to walk with Ona to the changing room, but her mind is in you. She didn't know why but felt the urge to turn and walk towards you. However, Aitana shakes her head briefly and paints a smile to whatever Ona is telling her.

Once inside of the changing room, Aitana's movements become slower and without any rush, taking her time until there are only a few of them. She hides a strand of her wet hair behind her ear and stands up, putting on Barcelona's training jersey because outside is doing a cold breeze at this hour. She says goodbye to the ones who remained there and takes a different route when she goes out, her steps taking her to the coach's office.

Before Aitana could retreat herself and turn around, the door opened and you came out, stopping in the entry when you saw her.

"Aitana! Do you want to talk with Natalia? She is still inside...-" you start to say, removing yourself from the entry.

The midfielder shakes her head immediately, muttering that she didn't want to see Natalia. It makes you a little confused, not knowing what Aitana actually wants.

Clearing her throat, Aitana decides to be brave. "I came to talk to you..." She mutters, scratching the back of her neck nervously.

You open your eyes, not waiting to hear that.

"Everything okay?" You ask carefully, stepping a few centimetres towards her.

Aitana nods quickly, wanting the small frown on your face to disappear. "Everything okay, don't worry. I just came to... ask you if you want to hang out sometime...?" Her voice showed her nervousness, mentally cursed herself and wished to have the boldness of some of her teammates.

You opened your eyes briefly, lowering them to the floor processing what Aitana asked you. When you look at her back, she is biting her lip waiting for an answer, her brown eyes move around avoiding you.

It's weird for you to see this side of hers, someone who always sees confidence in herself.

"With the team...?" You ask unsure, putting your bag on one shoulder and closing the door behind you.

"No, with me." Aitana explained. "I would like to know you a little more outside of here..."

In your face showed a small smile, seeing the red welcoming on Aitana's cheeks. "Okay. When?" You say softly, her brown eyes opening.

Once again Aitana clears her throat, recovering from the surprise of your confirmation. "If you want I can invite you now and go to a cafeteria."

Shrugging, you nod. "And I thought you didn't like me..." You comment, starting to walk by her side.

Aitana blushes but frowns.

•••

Taking a breath, you close your eyes while you hold the paper in your hands. Opening them, you see their faces looking at you with a small teasing expression.

You look at Natalia, who rolled her eyes and made a move with head for you to start.

"Okay. First of all, I'm sorry. If it is for me, I would put you all...-" You hear how Natalia snorts by your side, interrupting you.

"Do you girls feel it's her first starting line, do you?" Natalia asks loudly, only for them to share a small laugh.

You roll your eyes, but look at your paper and read the names in your mind.

"Alright! Formation the same, 4-3-3 contention. The players who are going to start tomorrow are: Cata, Ona, Jana, Ingrid and Esmee in the defensive line, midfielders: Alexia, Dragoni and pivot Patri. The three lined up are: Graham, Kika and Frido." You read the names, raising your eyes once you are finished.

They are silent, some are speaking with their eyes between them but soon smiles are approaching on their faces. You look at Aitana, who is biting her lip and lightly nod with her head.

You know how competitive they are, especially Aitana and Alexia. You are afraid of the brunette because you left her out of the starting line.

You would lead them to the next game because Natalia received a red card in the last match, making you assume the bench in the next one. And literally. She asks you to choose the starting line, reassuring you when you give her a panic expression.

So you made it, you barely slept last night studying who to put in this match. You take care of the details, leaving some of them to rest and play in the second half, knowing that three days later there is the first match of the Champions League.

The next day Natalia gives you a calm speech, reassuring you that everything is going to be okay. Before the game starts, you explain the strategy again and nervously but firmly, you give them encouraging words and stay in the entry when they come out, giving a pat on their backs.

There was no goal in the first half, but probably it is the best game they played in a long time. The style Natalia has implemented since she came, shows up entirely in these 45th minutes.

You applauded and screams encouragement words when Jana was alone and stopped the rival forward in a clean entry when she threw down, sending the ball to Patri. With Frido you didn't know how she still didn't score, the Swedish is destabilising the opponent easily, the only fail she had is not to send the ball into the goal. The rest of the team showed them how much they cared about the ball, the connection on their passes creating magnificent plays.

But the goal comes at the start of the second half, Giulia Dragoni sending the ball inside in a beautiful head goal when Graham puts the ball from the corner.

When you approach Aitana and Vicky from giving them instructions, you see how the ball came out and fall to your box and when you are going to grab it to give to the player from the other team to put on in game, the rival pushes you hard and makes you fall, your head hitting the cool-box.

What you miss is when Aitana runs and pushes the opponent, a scowl on her face while challenging her to do it again. Or when the major part of the players came to her and started to yell at the opponent, Jana, Kika and Ingrid were the loudest. Alexia is the only one who tries to calm them, even if her jaw is clenched and wanted to push her too, she acts like the captain she is and pushes her teammates away.

Irene helps you to stand up, the medical team coming to your rescue and asking you to sit down because you have a small cut in your eyebrow.

When you stand up with their help, you see how the referee shows a yellow card to Aitana after showing it to the other player, the Catalan nods with her head without caring too much, her head turns in your direction and her features soften. You muttered to them you need to give the last indications to the players who could go out and after they press a small bandage for you to hold, you walk towards Aitana and Vicky.

Aitana puts a hand in your lower back briefly, nodding with her head what you are indicating to do and telling their teammates new strategies. You remained there until Esmee and Patri went in, both players asking you how you are. You mutter quickly I'm good and congratulate them for their performance, both players sharing a look and a nod in your direction, soft smiles on their faces. They shake hands with the rest sitting there and take a seat, you walk to the corner and raise your head to Natalia to hear what she is telling you from the stands.

Your eyes focus on the pitch when you approach the medical team again, seeing the new change in formation. Now Frido is playing like the left back, letting the position she was playing to Alexia and there isn't a pivot anymore, choosing to put Vicky like a central attacking midfielder, Aitana and Dragoni like midfielders.

With the cut clean and hiding in a new bandage, you stood up with your arms crossed watching the game develop, shouting things at them to fix small mistakes. You see how Frido steals the ball from the opponents' feet near the corner of her own side, in a brilliant auto pass the Swedish player ran with the ball the whole band, passing it to Alexia. The Catalan raised her head enough to give an intelligent pass through the defenders when she sees Aitana run out of her mark, the brunette shoots the ball in the first touch and sends the ball inside of the goal.

Raising your hands up, you call for Salma, Mapi and Bruna. You decided to make your last three changes now, a perfect time to let them play and the other to have some rest. Giving the three players indications, the three players go out when the referee indicates after a play where the ball runs to the sideline. Alexia, Graham and Ona came in, stretching your hand briefly. You see how Alexia has a neutral expression, you know that she wanted to keep playing because they are in the perfect moment to score more, but hopefully you wish she sees what you did for her own good in the future.

When the match is over, you read on the screen of the stadium how Barcelona won the match with three goals and any in con.

You leave out a relief sigh that you didn't know you were holding.

•••

"Are you mad at me?" You questioned in a small voice, watching how the stadium is getting empty slowly.

Aitana turns with the bottle in her hand, hiding a smirk. She takes a long sip, shaking the hand of a player when she approaches, you do it too.

"Why? For you to care about us?" She asks rhetorically, giving another sip from her bottle. Now she leaves a small laugh for your face. "You have your reasons for choosing that starting line, you don't need to give me any explanation." Aitana says softly, stepping closer to you. "It worked." She whispered.

You shrug, feeling a little better. "What a goal." You say, tilting your head with a soft smile. You don't need to explain too much, it's obvious what goal you are referring to.

"I pushed the ball, it's mainly Alexia's." She shrugs too, bumping her shoulder with yours copying your smile. "Better now it's over?" Her voice is gentle like the gaze she is giving you.

You chuckle, but nod with your head.

"Do you want to go have lunch together?" Aitana asks you, biting her lower lip. Her voice is a whisper, a bold impulse hoping you agree with her proposal.

You notice how close you are from her, the small freckles on the bridge of her nose like on her cheeks, small constellations from the corner of her mouth to her chin and near of her left ear. You decided to stop scanning her face, and slowly you nod with your head, seeing how her smile got wide.

"Wait for me?" When you nod with your head, she excused herself to take a quick shower and run inside, making you laugh quietly for her behaviour.

***

The next day feels awkward for you during training. Fortunately for you Natalia takes full charge of the exercises that day and you only remain behind and comment quietly to her or some of them, but not exchanging any word with any player.

You could feel her gaze, but you don't dare to look in her direction. You know she didn't have any fault, still she is the reason why you question many things.

Too deep in your mind when the training is over, you don't notice the people approaching you, only the light tap on your shoulder that makes you jump.

"Everything okay?" Ona asks, raising an eyebrow.

You nod, stammering you are good.

"We came to ask you if you want to come to bond night with us." Jana informs you, her usual smile showing up.

You frown confused. "Really? It's not only for players?" You ask unsure, pressuring your new notebook against your stomach.

They shared a laugh, explaining briefly that it is but sometimes there are exceptions if for example they have a young staff member in the team. You roll your eyes when they give you teasing stares.

You look behind their backs and see how Aitana is sneaking glances towards your way, moving her head to the side when your eyes collide.

"Okay." You agree, making them jump on you and ignoring your awkward hug.

Later that day, Alexia is who offered to pick you up. Her expression turned into a surprise one when she saw you, you asked if you looked bad while taking a look at yourself.

"You look great! It's weird seeing you like... This." Alexia explains quickly, a small blush on her cheeks for her reaction.

You smirk and pinch her red cheek, laughing when Alexia pushes your hand away and muttered under her breath that you spend too much time with the youngest of the team. The ride to Ona's flat is with small conversations with the radio in the background, you can feel how her gaze is softer every time she looks at you and you ask yourself if she notices the reason behind.

Once in Ona's flat, there are a few of them already there. The defender greets you happily and makes a comment about your outfit, eyes going up and down only for you to smack her hand on her arm playfully. It didn't end there because the ones there whistle when they see you, Salma taking your hand with hers and making you swirl in the spot.

Alexia came to your rescue and pushed Patri away, making you sit down next to her at the exact moment Aitana got inside of the living room. Like a magnet, her brown eyes find yours while she keeps talking to someone else. Kika puts herself in front of you and breaks the eye contact with the midfielder.

"Do you want to go on a date with me?" The Portuguese ask in a charming tone, sitting next to you.

Alexia scolds her gently while Jana shares a laugh with Claudia, making fun of their friend. You blush but chuckle when the forward wraps an arm around your shoulders, pouting in Alexia's direction. Frido approached you and offered a snack, complimenting you with a wink when she walked to another part.

"When are we gonna take penalties again?" Kika asks, pinching your cheek softly.

Some of them agree with her, very interested in your answer.

"Do you want to do it again?" You tease her, chuckling.

"No, but I want to watch these ones cry." She teases back playfully, giving them a look.

They give her a sarcastic smile, Jana pushes her softly and Kika dramatically leaves her body falling into you. Friendly, you wrap an arm around her shoulders and laugh when she pretends to be enchanted by it.

Then, your eyes meet Aitana's again and slowly you remove your arm from Kika's shoulders. It's interrupted again when Mapi leaves a squeal and puts herself in front of you, whistling suggestive while her eyes scan you.

The rest of the evening is plagued with laughter and games board. You are paired with Jana when this one grabs your arm and pulls you towards her, smiling innocently to your way. You are surprised to see Alexia discuss with some because she thinks they cheat and that's the reason Alexia and Irene lost, frowning she threatened them to play one last time with the new change of game. Patri tries to be a barista and make them drinks, pushing Jana away and sitting in her place giving you a drink, smiling charmingly.

"You don't need to be so nice to me, Patri. You are my favourite player already, I thought I made it clear in training." You say, holding your laugh.

Snorts mixed with protests were heard behind Patri, the midfielder gives them a satisfying smirk while learning her back on the couch, arm spreading out behind you.

At some point when you are out on the balcony with Ingrid and Esmee, Alexia calls you and takes you to an empty area.

"What happened with Aitana?"

Her direct question makes you nervous, advertising your gaze from her. You heard how she sighed, putting a hand in your arm carefully.

"I noticed that there is tension between you two. Not to mention that you acted weird today during training. Something happened?" Alexia explains briefly.

You think if you tell her or no. Letting out a sigh, you move your face to look at her.

"I don't know what happened... It's complicated." You start to say, playing with your fingers. "I think I like her... And it is freaking me out a little. Because I came here to work, in my plans there is nothing other than to help the team, so it's weird." You open up, rubbing your forehead. "We hang out a few times out of the pitch, like friends... But something tells me that what we have is something else."

There is silence, but Alexia started to rub your back gently.

"Sometimes the plan you made didn't turn out like you wanted." Alexia says softly. She didn't say anything more, because she didn't want to overstep.

***

The next day in the changing room, when she entered there Alexia walked directly towards Aitana and took a seat next to her, making the brunette look with expectation at her.

"You seem different this season..." Alexia comments casually, pulling off the training kit and wiping the sweat of her face with it.

Aitana raised an eyebrow, snorting. "And what makes you think like that?"

Alexia smiles knowingly. "You are calmer. Don't look at me like that, you are one of the loudest people of this team." After you communicate to Alexia what happened with her teammate, she stays thinking about Aitana's behaviour and to her mind comes small details.

The midfielder scoffs, standing up. "Maybe I'm matured, you're welcome." She says sarcastically, picking up her things.

Alexia rolled her eyes and grabbed her wrist to stop her. She knows her very well to know that if Aitana didn't deny it, it's because she is right.

"Give her time. She is confused." Alexia lowered her voice.

Aitana looks at her frowning, swallowing hard and she sits down again. Her gaze gets lost on the floor, wondering how Alexia found out.

"I noticed that something happened with you two yesterday and when I asked her last night, she confessed to me that she likes you," Alexia admitted, seeing how Aitana turns her head quickly towards her the moment she confesses that you like her. "Don't tell her anything or I'll kill you." She threatened Aitana. "She is confused, that's all." Saying that, Alexia patted her back gently and walked away.

The days pass and they keep winning, and Aitana gives all the time you need. She didn't approach you, just muttering a greeting to your way and a nod when you instructed her in some drills and exercises. Her gaze remained on you in the distance when you are distracted, in her mind having some answers that maybe she didn't have before.

But today Aitana feels the necessity of being close to you. Looking at you save the things, Aitana tells Patri that she is staying to help you, picking up a bag with balls in a hand and in the other the cones. She walks inside of the room and sees the surprise in your face.

"I want to help you." Aitana rasped out, giving you a tiny smile.

You point out the place where it belongs, scribbling something in the paper in your hand. Aitana leaves the things there and comes out to pick the sticks. Once again you point out the place and Aitana leaves the sticks there, slowly stepping near you while seeing how you sign below.

Raising your head, you feel how close to her you are. The movement of your head makes her copy you, your eyes betray you and look at her parted lips. Your eyes move back to her eyes and something pulls you towards her and leans to press your lips on her.

You separated quickly, opening your mouth to apologise and storm away from there. However, Aitana reacted in time and grabbed your wrist in a soft hold. She cups your cheek with her other hand, leaning slowly towards you and delicately puts her lips on you again. It's a soft pressure against your lips, not rushed, trying to show you how much she wanted this, how much she wants you.

Aitana breaks the kiss but remains close, leaning her forehead on yours. Her thumb started to caress your cheek, she can feel the band hanging on her neck because you started to play with it the moment you encircled your arms on her neck. Her chest is going up and down in a nervous but pleasant way, her eyes fixed on yours when you opened them and an involuntary smile approaches on her face.

"Can I do it again?" Aitana asks in a whisper in your mouth, her other hand flies to your waist.

Retreating your arms from her neck, you put them about her chest and softly nod with your head, meeting her half way when she leaned. You can taste the salty on her lips for the sweat from training, but away from disgusting you, your grip her training kit with your hands and put her closer. Aitana gives some steps making your back hit with the shelves from behind, now both of her hands are gripping your hip firmly while a muffled sound escapes from her mouth where it gets lost on yours.

"I like you too..." Aitana whispers when the kiss is over, smiling widely when she sees your red cheeks and inevitably spreads kisses on them.

•••

"Who's waiting for this? I thought to finish this before the year it's over... So, good luck to the ones who were left in the second round..." You announced, making the ones who did it to share a chuckle. You walk in front of them a few times and try to cheat who you are choosing to start, until you stop and turn to look at her with an innocent smile. "Janaaa... I think I'm starting with you." The young Catalan makes a dramatic expression but follows you, her teammates giving her encouragement words.

December's cold makes you shiver a little and zip up the jacket, your hands are covered by gloves. Fortunately it's a sunny day, so you hopefully will be warm soon.

"I'm not going to say hurtful words to you because I'm afraid of half of the team chasing me after..." You comment making Jana laugh quietly, Natalia snort behind you. "Are you happy?"

Jana nods, a soft smile on her mouth while she keeps watching you.

"I'm glad to know that... I fear what would happen with the team if your happiness turns off..." You start, looking at them briefly before looking back at her. "Do you think that they missed you when you suffered your ACL?"

Your question makes her change her expression, turning into a serious one. "Hopefully..." She tries to light the mood.

"Who helped you the most?"

"Everyone helped me, but if I needed to say a name it would be Bruna and Alexia." Jana mutters, hiding her chin on her sweatshirt.

You nod with your head, deciding to not take too long with her.

"Look Jana, I'm going to be sincere with you." You walk to put yourself in front of her. "I think at this point you don't need to share anything with us because you already share it everyday. You brighten us with your energy, with your constant encouragement and I'm truly glad to meet you. All yours." You move and point to the ball, smiling when Jana side hugs you.

You point towards Patri when Jana scored, the Balear high five with the defender and put herself next to you.

"What would make the best player in the world nervous?" You ask with a hint of teasing, making the group for your confession protest. Patri leaves out a smirk, winking at you. "I have an idea." You start to pace out, playing with the ball between your hands. "Imagine we are in a match, losing it. It's a big stage, one where it didn't matter, you will remember forever. The match is almost over, but then, Ewa tied up and prolongs to extra time. Your team is as tired as you, but this is a hint of hope for you to reach the trophy. It's not your best performance but the coach still believes in you. The extra time is over and it's sent to penalties. It's your turn and you can make a difference here, you are in or out." You specified, watching how Patri nods while hearing you. Clearing your throat, you opted to change your voice and pretend that you are a sport commentator. "And now it's the turn of Patri Guijarro! The best in her position at this moment, the intelligence playing against the physical. Right now she has the power on her feet, if she scored there would be a hope to brush that trophy but if she misses, the team is out. There is no pressure when you have this player, you always count on her! Who is Alexia Putellas? Who is Aitana Bonmatí? I don't know them, I only know the best pivot. I said her name before and I will say it again. Patri Guijarro is getting ready to take the shot of her life!" You are moving around making emphasis with your hands, truly living the moment. You make a gesture for them to create cheering sounds, pretending they are the public. Then, you move your hands to make them stop and the silence installed.

"Take it." You say, moving aside.

You see her doubt, her usual confident demeanor disappearing with every second. She nods, taking a run before her foot connects with the ball and makes it go out. Patri grimace, looking away briefly.

Tilting your head, you approach her. Patri leaves out a sigh, rubbing her face with a hand. "What happened?" You ask in a soft voice.

The Balear shrug, shaking her head. "I don't know... Pressure?" She tries to guess, shrugging again.

"Try again." You say, the warmth of the sun hitting your cold cheeks.

Her eyebrows approach each other, confused. You can see how she is thinking hard, slowly some realisation shows her confused features.

"Is it pressure?" You try to confirm what she said before. Patri moves a hand to the level of her waist, indicating that it is more or less like that. "What else?"

"Comparison." She said in a low voice, crossing her arms on her chest. Her jaw clenched lightly, her gaze on you.

You nod with your head in a thinking manner. "To who?"

There is silence for a few seconds. Patri shifts her posture, eyes lowering briefly before she speaks up; "Aitana and Alexia." She slowly says, looking at you back.

Stepping towards her, you nod again. "It affects you or you don't think too much about it?"

Patri shrugged. "Sometimes... But it's something that I don't mind too much." She admitted.

"Until you think about it properly..." You add carefully. You see how her shoulders got down, hands intertwining behind her back and you are sure she is pocking her skin. "It's okay, Patri. I'm not judging you and I never would do that. I think it's even normal that you feel a little... out of place with them. But I want to remind you that they wouldn't win anything without you, keep that in mind. You are their compass, to them and the rest of the team. Maybe they are the ones who people see more, but people who truly watch, they know about you. Actually, I can't stop hearing how smart and creative you are, one of these people is Alexia. I know you know, but sometimes this one," you tap your forehead. "can be cruel and cheat you. I'm not ashamed to admit loudly that you are one of my favourite players and I have the opportunity to watch you in every training and match. You maybe don't have a Ballon d'or, but you definitely would have one. Vicky Losada said it first, not me!" You finished, making her laugh quietly for your last comment. You see how her usual demeanor is coming back, the serious expression going away and her mischievous one showing up.

With an impressive goal, Patri side hugs you and joins the group.

"Mapiiiii...." You hummed, smirking teasingly to the Aragonese.

The group leaves out a laugh, Mapi walks towards you with the same mischievous personality. She sang your name too, giving you an innocent look.

"What would I mention to make you crack?" You think loudly, watching her smirk in your direction. "What about the national team?" Your voice is teasing, but your gaze softens.

Mapi rolls her eyes, tilting her head aside while her eyes fix on you. "Mismamente." She mutters, her smirk washes out.

The last time you mentioned the national team was for Irene and Caro, you know the topic you are going to touch now is delicate, so you repeat to the defender that it's okay if she didn't want to talk about it.

"I'll be short, promise." You promised when Mapi told you it's okay to talk about it. "Do you think there is a real change inside of the federation?"

"No." Mapi answers you quickly, snorting at the end. "And before you ask why, the changes they made are smaller and maybe it's a step, but for me it's not enough to come back." Her voice sounded firm when she finished, determination on her face.

"You are right." You muttered, you can feel the tension in the air. It didn't surprise you, many of them are in the Spanish national team and they are better than you to know what is happening. "And I am proud of you for keeping fighting for what you believe. You are firm in your position and thank you. Still, it didn't mean that I'm not supporting your teammates because there have many reasons and it is respectable. Come back when you are comfortable and we will enjoy you when it happens, for now: we will enjoy you here."

Mapi gives you a real smile, an appreciative one. She was waiting to hear another thing differently, but she truly appreciates your words.

She takes the penalty with a different sense, feeling lighter. Mapi high fives you when she scored, winking to Aitana when their gazes met.

Sighing, Aitana steps slowly next to you while hearing her teammates chant her name. You give her a sheepish smile, zipping off your jacket because you are feeling a little hot.

Chilling, Aitana crossed her arms. Her eyes become soft the moment they land on you, feeling less nervous. To her mind came the moment when she asked you what would you ask her when this moment would happen, but you just shrug and sat on her lap to kiss her.

"What do you want to talk about?" You ask, stepping next to her.

Aitana shrugs, following with her eyes. The truth is that she can talk about anything with you.

"What about the pressure?"

The brunette bit the inside of her cheek, her heartbeat accelerating. Well, maybe not about everything. Somehow, she didn't like it too much when you read people, because you usually get right.

"When was the last time you felt your chest without heaviness?" You ask directly, witnessing how her features hardened. "Are you afraid to leave people down?"

"That are two questions." Aitana points out in a small voice, the corner of her lips turning up a little. "Which one do I answer first?"

You shrug, muttering at her whatever she wanted to do.

"I'm not afraid to let them down, I'm learning that it's not my fault for the expectation they have on me." Aitana decides to answer your second question, the words her psychologist told her on past meetings coming to her mind. "And... It's hard not to feel pressured, especially if you belong to this team. I'm sure I am not the only one feeling it." Aitana muttered, answering honestly.

You nod, hiding your hands in your pockets. "What impact has on you when the press speaks about your performance or if you are on a good level to play?"

Aitana passes her tongue through her teeth with her mouth closed, the times she read about the lines or heard comments about herself showing on her mind like a trick. She hates how people referred to her like the winner of the Ballon d'Or and not like Aitana, yeah she understands but it didn't mean that she also liked it to hear every time.

"A considerable one." The brunette admitted lowly, pretending that she didn't care too much, when in reality it is the opposite. Aitana is good at taking any type of their opinions, but it is getting hard with the time passing. Somehow, she understands them. "But I try to focus on me and my team, to be better everyday and..." She pauses, thinking the right words. "keep learning. It's all I care about."

You pick up her right hand gently, hoping this gesture could calm her because even if she is hiding perfectly in a neutral expression, you can see how her brown dark eyes become vulnerable.

Aitana leaves out a sigh, not complaining to feel the warmth of your hand on hers. It's an innocent gesture, not showing to the rest what it truly means for you two.

"I can't tell you what to do to handle that pressure," you start to say. "but I can propose to you to think about what good things it brings you. Like how many people you inspire, mainly kids. How you are imbued with your name in football history, how you are breaking statistics and when you retire from this sport and someone named this club, they would remember you like someone who belongs here. I can keep naming things, but what I'm trying to say is you are human, Aitana. And you learn from the winning and when you don't, and keep promoting your law because people like you should be an inspiration, whatever they want to be when they grow up or even if they are an adult." You finished, a fond smile on your face.

The Catalan midfielder pulls from your hand and wraps her strong arms around your body, hiding her crystal eyes from the rest and the urge she feels to thank you with a kiss. She hides her face on your shoulder, trying to think in a good memory like you said to some of them. She was lucky to say that she has many of them, but the best ones are with the team no matter if the club or national teams, they mark her in different ways and the winnings are significant.

Separating from the hug, Aitana squeezed your arm affectionately before she took the penalty with the most lighter sensation she felt in a long time.

You turned to all of them when they gathered together, clapping your gloves hands together.

"The next time we practice penalties it's like you all practiced them. Hopefully this little session helped you in some way and before we close this chapter, I'm going to be the last one to cry." You make at them the peace sign, some chuckle by them were heard.

•••

Tears are streaming down on their faces, not believing what happened. There are a lot of reactions but one is the same, tears.

Natalia pats your shoulder when separated from the hug, grabbing your face between her hands and muttering that you all make it. She kissed your forehead and passed to hug the rest of the staff team before she went to speak with the rival head coach.

Wiping your own tears, you hug the friends you made on this team. Victor lifts you from the ground, making you chuckle by his happiness words while Hector and Vega join you. The moment your feet hit the green grass, you are surprised to feel someone else lifting you —again— from behind. Looking through your shoulder, you see Alexia with her cheek on your back.

"I needed to come here first." Alexia tells you the moment she puts you down, turning around and after giving you a bear hug. You hear the emotion in her shaky voice, you only could hug her back and appreciate her gesture. She chooses to come here first and you valour that a lot.

When her face shows in your vision, her eyes are red and both hands are now wiping her cheeks, but a radiant smile is on her red lips.

"Your weird method worked and I need to thank you for that, even if we are on the other side of the coin, thank you." Alexia said in a rush.

You can't reply when you feel more arms around you, making Alexia laugh freely and join the group hug. Somehow, you know who is hugging you from behind, you know all too well that grip on your waist and the level of her head on your back.

"They need you." The social staff member breaks the moment with a guilty smile, calling Alexia's attention.

The captain nods and kisses your forehead before she goes away, going to the pitch to see the rival's players and then, go to speak with the press people.

Jana and Ingrid are now in front of you, their stained cheeks with their wide smiles make you wrap your arms around their necks, telling how proud you are. Between them in the hug, you see how Patri approaches you and tap your nose, leaning on their teammates and joining the hug.

"We won." Someone muttered in the group hug, you believe is Claudia. She said it like it didn't happen before or she couldn't believe it actually happened. "Someone tied her up with us!" She yells, some laughter was heard for her dramatic comment.

Slowly, the group hug faded not without one by one, they hugged you and exchanged another display of affection. Aitana is the last one to hug you, she kisses your forehead fondly and whispers a thank you, giving you the strongest hug she gave you. When you are separated, she gives you a brilliant smile with a glint on her gaze.

"Go." You muttered, pushing her shoulder teasingly. Aitana pokes her tongue out but goes towards the pitch again, missing when someone puts you something on your shoulders, Jana coming once again to your vision when she puts herself in front of you to tie the flag about your neck. "Really?" You leave out a giggle, watching how Jana nods proudly.

"You need to show the world you belong here." The brunette commented, grabbing with a hand a part of the flag to show you the blaugrana colours. Her voice is scratchy from the match, her red cheeks becoming her usual shade.

"How possessive." You muttered, smirking.

Jana smirks back at you, throwing an arm on your shoulders and bringing you towards the pitch. "We need to take care of you, just like you made with us."

Kika came with a Portuguese flag in a hand, a wide smile on her tan face. She throws her arm on your free side, joining the soft banter with Jana against you. The Catalan defender leaves your sides when they require her presence to give an interview, her place being replaced by Ona.

"MVP?" The full back asks loudly, keeping an eye on her friend.

"I'm between her and Fridolina." You comment, to your coming some good plays from these players or from others ones too. "Also Kika made a great performance." You turn to look at the mentioned one, watching how Kika dismisses it with humble, muttering that she is with Ona on who should be the player of the match.

You three witnesses how they give the small trophy to Jana, winking in her direction when she briefly meets your gazes. Then, slowly you go with them to shake hands with the opposite team, they decide to accompany you while you do it.

Cata lifts you from the ground once you finish shaking their hands, the goalkeeper going far and starts to jump on the spot. Irene came and in a mother's voice told her to put you down, the defender wink at you when she put you La Ikurriña flag where the Barça's flag is. You don't mind and give her a big hug, Irene helps you through the whole season and even if she is a helper with everyone, maybe the bond you share for your birthplace helped. The moment the team gathers at the sides for the opposite team to receive the silver medal, Aitana is right in front of you, bright brown eyes mainly on you but making space to shake some hands. Alexia is on your left side, it seems like they didn't want to leave you alone.

The moment it's Barcelona walk, you step quickly next to Vega feeling how Alexia pushes you softly chuckling. With both flags around your neck, you walk between Natalia and Vega, giving a small hug to the club's president and bumping your fist with the little girl before you receive the gold medal. You witness the trophy on your way to the walkway, making a face to the head coach when your gazes meet, the old woman chuckling and bringing you next to her, side hugging you.

One by one, they are approaching and gathering, waiting for Alexia to bring what they missed for two whole years. The Captain received the trophy in her hands, walking with it giving them an anticipated smile. The white smoke flies behind you, the confetti falling gracefully on yours and joining the happiness the team is irradiating while Alexia raises the trophy up, all of you jumping with the noise of the fans, showing them what they deserve to support them.

Then, the trophy from hand to hand until Ingrid comes and puts it in your hands, inciting you with a movement of head. You pick it up while you look at Natalia, you mutter to her if you raise it together or if not, you would pass it to someone else. Rolling her eyes, Natalia held the trophy and with your help raised it up, the whole team cheered like it was the first time.

When the whole team lifted the trophy, Alexia and Aitana yelled at them to give a walk around the stadium, clapping with their hands and celebrating it with the fans and family. Claudia grip your hand on hers, smiling like a kid watching everything with a marvellous face. Patri put herself to your other side, an arm on your shoulder and keeping a conversation with you. A phone showed on your faces, making you smile awkwardly. You promised the rest to take a picture with them, you walked next to Hector when the players joined their families.

Once it is over, Aitana picks and pulls from your hand to walk inside of the tunnel. She leads the way to the big and quiet changing room, closing the door behind her. Her hands went immediately to your waist, caressing your hip bone with her thumb.

"You don't know how much I want to kiss you..." Aitana muttered, leaning on your lips and frowning when you stop her with your hands on her chest. "What?"

"What if they catch us?" You ask, signalling with your head the closed door.

"Then, hopefully they keep us the secret." Aitana comments. "I don't mind if they catch us, at least I could kiss you in front of them."

You snort, putting now your hands on her face. "Would they find it weird?" You ask unsure, tracing her chin with your finger.

"Do you think it's the first time that a player and a coach have a relationship?" Aitana asks rhetorically, raising an eyebrow. "Amor, we aren't the first and definitely not the last." She added, pecking your thumb.

So hearing her words, you nod with your head slowly. Soon her lips are on yours, her hands bring you closer. At first it was soft, until it became deep and slow, showing in the kiss the emotion of the moment. Aitana's lips chased yours when the air became a problem, not letting you have time to breathe properly and starting a new dance.

The door opens abruptly making you break the kiss and look in that direction, the voices shutting up when they witness what is happening inside.

Alexia starts to smirk slowly, laughing for your faces. Mapi squeals behind her and soon pushes them to come inside, making her room and putting herself between you two, arms on both of your shoulders and Ona whistles wiggling her eyebrows, a small astonishing expression.

Jana and Claudia walk quickly inside, big smirks on their faces while they gushes demanding how it started. Frido comes and mutters how cute you two look while giving you a hug, pushing Mapi out in the process.

"They seem happy." Aitana whispers in your ear once they all say something to you two, the loud voices surrounding you.

You just lean and capture her lips, ignoring the cheerful voices of the new champions of Europe.

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Won't Say I'm In Love (ft. Lando Norris) - part iii

pairing: lando norris x tennis player!reader (fem!y/n); past carlos alcaraz x tennis player!reader (fem!y/n)

summary: As a general rule, y/n does not date athletes. You've been there, done that - would not recommend. Besides, you definitely don't do love. There's no time in the world for complicated feelings when there's a career Grand Slam to be won. But what if your heart just refuses to listen?

genre: social meda/mixed au, friends to lovers

note: this is RPF and is obviously in no way, shape, or form reflective of real persons

A/N: a little bit late but I got very worried about accidentally jinxing the Aus GP haha, and then when it all worked out I thougth I might as well use some most recent photos ;)

series: part i, part ii, part iv

1st week of March, 2025

[Excerpt Daily Mail] Tennis player Y/N L/N stuns on red carpet and confirms single status

The current #2 on the WTA rankings enjoyed some time off prior to Indian Wells, as she attended an Oscars Pre Party over the weekend. As a newly minted ambassador for the Dior brand, which she's also repping on court, the athlete was sporting a pink custom gown by the fashion house.

After a short-lived relationship with fellow tennis player Carlos Alcaraz, 21, the 26-year old arrived to the party alone. Speaking to journalists on the red carpet, L/N once again emphasised that she likes being single both on and off the court.

"I really think that it's nice to just focus on myself, you have to be kind of selfish if you want to thrive in such an individual sport," she stated.

While she might be done with tennis players, the star has been spotted spending time with F1 drivers Carlos Sainz and Lando Norris. However, she made it clear there's no room for romance there. For a segment with E! Entertainment, L/N was asked to rate their charisma and started laughing instead. "Carlos is a smooth operator, and therefore also very much taken. But charisma? Norris? He's an awkward little duckling. No, he's a great and dear friend, though."

Norris might not score points with Y/N L/N, he is hoping to make a bid for the WDC this year. The McLaren team has been looking extremely strong during testing, and with the first GP coming up, all eyes will be on the 25-year old British driver. Perhaps him winning will impress L/N enough to make her change her mind, though he'll have to compete with an Oscar nominee.

"Look, all drivers are charismatic in that they're ambitious and talented and that's attractive. Or at least, it's attractive to me. But I just don't really have silly little crushes. The only celebrity crush I've ever had is Sebastian Stan. So if he's single, tell him he can hit me up."

2nd week of March, 2025

[Excerpt WTA content "Jenga Challenge"] Y/N grabs the first block with determination, lodging it out of the Jenga tower with ease. "What is your favourite song right now?"

"That's a really good question for me, because I love listening to music before my matches. I think currently I've got JADE in my playlist, with Angel of My Dreams."

The next couple of blocks also dislodge quite easily, and Y/N throws a triumphant smile to the camera every time she gets a step closer to victory. Twisting the blocks around, she reveals new questions.

"Do I have a nickname? It depends who you ask, I suppose. Some of my friends just shorten my name."

Someone off camera asks after the 'birdie' nickname. "Oh yeah, so my best friend calls me that because of a golfing incident when we first met. No further comment on that haha. You'll have to ask him."

"What's my favourite sport aside tennis? Can I cheat and name other racket sports? I also think it's different when it comes to watching versus playing other sports. I don't really watch that much sports on tv or anything, but I like going to real games and matches. Like I saw the national football and hockey team, I've gone to see a few basketball matches as well. I'll play golf with friends, but I'm not very good at it."

The tower wobbles with the next block, but it holds on in the end. "That was close! Okay, let's see. This one says - what do you do and eat on your days off? Hmm I'll try and go catch up with friends. My favourite food? Chocolate for sure, but I like to have a lot of my favourite meals as healthy options throughout the week anyways. I've worked it out with my nutritionist."

The next question she gets asked is about her idols. "God, well I think for one Serena Williams of course, and my own coach Kim Clijsters. Then there's the other women in my family. I think my idol right now is my baby niece who reminds me to just always look at the world in wondrous appreciation. And that it's okay to have a good cry when things get overwhelming."

On the last question, the tower falters once, twice, before fully collapsing. "Oh I guess you'll never get to hear the answer to this question, then. What's your favourite on and off court friendship?" Y/N winks at the camera. "I think you know, anyways."

3d week of March, 2025

[Excerpt BBC Sport]

Sabalenka defeats L/N in easy sets at WTA Tour

In a somewhat shocking turn of events, Aryna Sabalenka didn't even need 90 minutes to beat Y/N L/N to the BNP Paribas Open trophy. Dropping only 4 games in total, Sabalenka absolutely dominated the match, forcing L/N to continuously having to play catch up.

The defending champion didn't seem to know how to respond to Sabalenka's powerful returns and short volleys, even though their track record of meets speaks in L/N's favour.

The reigning Grand Slam winner later stated that she was just not able to get into her game, and Sabalenka rightly profited off of her lack of focus and concentration. "I just wasn't able to deliver what was needed, and Sabalenka was clearly performing at her best. She deserved to win this one, but I of course hope to turn the tides for Miami."

Both players are set to play the tournament that traditionally kicks off right after Indian Wells, also named the Sunshine Slam. It's one of few stretches of the tennis calendar that sees both male and female players compete at the same courts, outside of the Grand Slams.

L/N previously dated and even competed in the doubles with Carlos Alcaraz, who lost the men's semi-final one day prior. Even though no questions on her previous relationship were allowed at her exit presser, L/N's poor performance casts doubt on whether or not she's struggling with increasing external pressure and her ex' presence. Coach Kim Clijsters responded to reporters questioning L/N's aim of winning all four Grand Slam tournaments in a year. "Red clay has always been her best surface. We're already shifting gears with that in mind, so Miami is more so a way to keep routine and conditioning going. I have no doubt that she's got what it takes to win this, both in terms of physical and mental fitness. But sometimes it seems the media sees it as their responsibility to keep on being as invasive as possible, just to see how much someone can take. It's not your job to test a player's resilience, just because you can."

March 15-16, 2025

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BLLK BOYS WITH A VOLLEYBALL PLAYER!

chars.: isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, chigiri hyoma, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, itoshi rin, hiori yo, shidou ryusei, itoshi sae, michael kaiser, alexis ness x gn!reader

( although reader is specified as fem in reo, shidou, and kaiser's parts.)

isagi yoichi

this man is obsessed with how you spike. like, borderline analysis mode every time you land a killer shot.

tries so hard to cheer you on during your games, but he’s also yelling tips from the sidelines like he’s your coach.

“nice spike, y/n!! BUT WATCH YOUR BACK LEFT—"

you once invited him to play volleyball, and he absolutely faceplanted while diving for the ball. his soccer instincts don’t always translate well.

lowkey jealous of how you dominate the court but 100% supportive—he’s your number-one fan, and he makes sure you know it.

bachira meguru

oh, he’s playing volleyball with you whether you like it or not.

turns every warmup into an opportunity to spike balls at you for fun.

“c’mon, y/n! block this one! oh, wait—oops, too fast?” giggles maniacally

definitely tries to incorporate soccer dribbling into volleyball. ( spoiler: it doesn’t work, but he thinks it’s hilarious )

somehow, he convinces you to play beach volleyball with him, and he dives into the sand just to make dramatic saves.

chigiri hyoma

he thinks volleyball is artistic—the way you move across the court? beautiful.

he’s not one for loud cheering, but his quiet, supportive claps when you win a point mean everything.

if you challenge him to play volleyball, he absolutely crushes it. His speed makes him terrifying at the net.

you might tease him for being too graceful, and he’ll shoot back with, “at least I don’t trip over my own feet, y/n.”

secretly memorizes your favorite post-game snacks and brings them to every match.

nagi seishiro

volleyball? too much effort. but watching you? sure, he can do that.

if you manage to drag him onto the court, he still dominates because his height makes him impossible to block. he doesn’t even try that hard, which makes it even more annoying.

“huh? i didn’t even jump that high…”

lowkey flexes how good he is when he wants to impress you though.

your games are one of the few things he’ll willingly stay awake for—he’s surprisingly proud when you win, even if he doesn’t say much.

mikage reo

treats your volleyball career like a business venture—he’s always hyping you up to sponsors and teams.

“did you know y/n scored 15 points last game? absolute MVP material.”

if you’re stressed about a big game, he’ll find a way to rent out a fancy gym for you to practice in.

when you win a match, he spoils you—dinner, gifts, whatever you want. you deserve it.

totally brags about you to the blue lock boys, claiming, “she could beat all of you on the court, no question.”

itoshi rin

at first, he doesn’t get why you’re so into volleyball—it’s not soccer, so why bother?

then he watches you play. big mistake. now he’s hooked. he won’t admit it, but he’s insanely proud when you dominate on the court.

refuses to join any friendly volleyball matches because he’s hyper-competitive and will lose it if he makes a mistake.

“volleyball isn’t even my sport, so why would I care if I mess up?”

( spoiler: he cares. a lot. )

secretly watches your games to pick apart your technique, then casually suggests improvements.

“you could be faster on your back-row defense.”

if someone mocks you during a game, rin’s death glare activates, and you have to hold him back from starting a fight.

hiori yo

he’s your calm and quiet supporter who loves the strategy of volleyball.

offers to help you study your opponents before big games and creates detailed notes about their playing styles.

if you’re feeling down after a tough match, hiori has the perfect playlist to cheer you up—it’s borderline magical.

you two bond over the mental aspect of sports, discussing how to stay focused under pressure.

lowkey amazing at volleyball when you play casually together. his precision makes him an insane setter, and he always puts the ball exactly where you need it.

your games are one of the few things he actively looks forward to, and he’s not shy about letting you know how proud he is of you.

shidou ryusei

this menace turns your volleyball practices into pure chaos. he spikes every ball like he’s trying to break the sound barrier.

“c’mon, y/n, don’t be scared! It’s just a little power spike!”

he has zero chill when watching your games.

he’s yelling from the stands, making the wildest comments, and hyping you up louder than anyone else.

“THAT’S MY GIRL! DESTROY THEM!!”

shidou’s energy is unmatched, and while it’s chaotic, it’s also incredibly motivating.

if anyone talks smack about your playing, they better run because shidou takes it personally.

itoshi sae

in the beginning, he acts indifferent—volleyball isn’t soccer, so why should he care?

but once he sees your precision and skill, his interest is piqued. he starts showing up to your games, claiming he’s “just passing by.”

he’s annoyingly good at volleyball when you play together. his smug smirk when he blocks your spikes is enough to make you want to scream.

“was that your best, y/n? try harder.”

despite his teasing, sae respects your dedication and often gives you genuine advice on handling pressure during big matches.

after a win, he’ll give you a subtle nod and say, “good job.”

( that’s basically a love confession coming from him. )

michael kaiser

volleyball? amateur sport. but you? an exception. he’s intrigued by how passionate you are about it.

always finds a way to make everything a competition—“i bet i’d be better at volleyball than you in a week.”

ends up eating his words when you destroy him during a friendly match. he’s so salty about it but tries to play it cool.

“i let you win. don’t get cocky, liebe.”

he calls you his “queen of the court” and insists on showing up to your games in the flashiest outfits, drawing attention everywhere.

secretly loves seeing you in your element and is constantly impressed, though he’ll only admit it in private.

alexis ness

the most polite and supportive fanboy you could ask for. he’s always clapping and smiling during your games.

if you’re nervous before a match, ness is the one calming you down with his soothing words and quiet confidence in you.

he’s surprisingly good at volleyball basics and helps you practice when you need a setter. his gentle encouragement makes training with him a joy.

“you’ve got this, y/n. i believe in you more than anyone.”

keeps a journal of your games where he writes down highlights and his favorite moments—it’s his way of showing how much he cares.

gets a little flustered when you thank him for his support but brushes it off with a shy smile.

© 𝘁𝘅𝗿𝘂𝗹𝗹𝘆 :: 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟰

𝘥𝘰 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘤𝘰𝘱𝘺, 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦, 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵, 𝘰𝘳 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘴.

[mapiforpresident]

Could you please do a Leah Williamson x Reader fic? Enemies to lovers. Reader captains Germany & as a striker often gets into exchanges with Leah during international games. The reader eventually transfers to Chelsea & now that they're in the same city a relationship starts to blossom.

New Beginning

Leah Williamson x reader

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The streets of London buzzed with life as you navigated through the chaos. Your phone had decided to malfunction just when you needed it most, leaving you hopelessly lost in a city that felt foreign despite the countless times you had dreamed of playing here. With each turn you grew more and more confused and lost.

You had recently transferred to Chelsea after a stellar career with Wolfsburg, where you had captained the team to multiple titles. Leaving your old club had been bittersweet, the camaraderie and success you had shared with your teammates were hard to let go of. Yet the thrill of a new challenge in a city that loved football was exciting. You were excited for the big games at Stamford Bridge against big teams like Arsenal

Leah had always been a formidable presence on the pitch. As the captain of the Lionesses and a standout defender, she was known for her strategic mind and adorable frown. Your history with her was complex, marked by battles on the field where you often found yourselves in heated exchanges. As a striker, you had tangled with her more times than you could count. The tension between your national teams was intense especially after your loss to her in the Euros final, but there was also a mutual respect.

As you turned a corner, a familiar figure caught your eye, Leah was strolling casually down the street. You felt surprise mixed with apprehension, your rivalry had always felt more like a sports one than a personal one. But here she was, looking effortlessly put together, her hair slightly tousled in the cool breeze.

“Lost, are we?” Leah’s voice broke through the noise, a teasing smirk on her face.

You hesitated. “Yeah, my phone decided to give up on me,” you admitted, a hint of annoyance creeping into your voice.

“Need a hand?” she offered, the warmth in her tone surprising you.

“Uh, sure,” you replied, skeptical about if she was actual going to help you or lead you in the wrong direction. “I’m trying to find my way to Stamford Bridge for my tour. ”

“Not far from here, actually. Follow me,” Leah said, turning on her heel. You fell into step beside her, the initial tension still hanging in the air.

As you walked, the awkwardness began to dissipate. Leah was surprisingly engaging, telling you things about London and pointing out places she likes. You found yourself laughing with her, completely forgetting your previous apprehension. The cheeky smile that played on her lips lingered in your mind long after you parted ways.

You exchanged numbers, before she said goodbye outside of the stadium. But as the days turned into weeks, you encountered Leah more often than you anticipated—at a charity photoshoot, in a café after training, even at a local grocery store. Each time, the energy between you shifted slightly, subtle flirting and teasing becoming more frequent.

The real turning point came during a match between Chelsea and Arsenal at the Arsenal. The atmosphere was amazing, fans of both teams had sold out the stadium. But as the match unfolded and Arsenal won 3-2, you felt incredibly frustrated that you couldn't score a second goal.

Just as you turned to leave the pitch, you heard Leah call your name, her voice cutting through the noise of the stadium. You spun around, catching her gaze. “Hey! You played amazing out there,” she said, her expression softer than you had seen before.

“Yeah, you played well too,” you conceded, trying to keep your tone light, masking the disappointment of the loss.

“Want to grab a drink?” she suggested, her signature frown on her face even though her team just won an important game.

You raised an eyebrow. “Are you asking me out?”

“Maybe” she replied, her frown turning into a slight smirk.

You hesitated for a heartbeat, your mind racing through all the possible implications. “Alright, I’m in,” you finally said, a rush of excitement coursing through you.

As you walked to a nearby bar, you shared stories and laughter, the conversation flowing easily as you discussed everything from football tactics to your favorite cities you have traveled to. There was a very calm and comfortable atmosphere between you, and you felt at ease.

You had an amazing night at the bar only having a drink each before switching to water, but still spending hours talking.

That night, as you parted ways, Leah leaned in, her breath warm against your ear. “We should do this again. This was even more fun than beating Chelsea?”

“Deal as long as you stop bringing up that we lost,” you replied, a smile creeping onto your face.

In the weeks that followed, you began to see Leah in a new light. You found yourself thinking about her more and more often, replaying moments from your night at the bar. Embarrassingly you also found yourself stalking her instagram and watching tiktok edits of her.

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The streets of London were draped in a misty rain as you sat curled up on your couch, lost in a novel Lucy had recommended you. It had been a day off for you, having won a game the previous day against Roma. Suddenly, your phone buzzed, pulling you from your book.

It was a text from Leah: “Hey want to grab a drink? I could use the company.” You knew that she had just lost a game against Real Madrid at the Emirates, having gotten a notification that the score was 2-1.

A mix of excitement and nervousness fluttered in your stomach. You quickly typed back, “Of course. Where do you want to meet?”

Less than an hour later, you found yourself at a small, intimate bar in the heart of London. You remembered Leah saying this was the bar she came to Leah walked in, her shoulders slightly hunched against the rain, but she gave you a small, shy smile as her eyes met yours.

As she settled into the seat next to you, you quickly fell into easy conversation. Leah spoke candidly about the disappointment of Arsenal's recent loss in the Champions League, and her frustration with Jonas and their tactics not working. You listened wishing you could help her and make her feel better or take her mind off the loss.

After a drink and a water, you both decided to head out, the rain still misting in the wind. “Let me walk you home,” you offered, and Leah nodded appreciatively and secretly just wanting to spend as much time with you as possible.

“Thanks for walking with me,” Leah said, her voice quiet. Throughout the walk your hand kept accidentally brushing hers and you blushed as Leah didn't pull her hand away. As you approached the door of her flat, the mood shifted slightly, and Leah turned to you, her eyes searching yours. “Can I kiss you?” she asked, a hint of vulnerability in her voice.

“Yeah, I’d like that,” you replied, heart racing.

She leaned in, and your lips met in a gentle kiss. The world around you faded—the rain, the city, everything but the two of you in that moment. When you pulled away, Leah’s cheeks were flushed, and a grin spread across her face. Just then the rain started to pour down soaking both of you as you shrieked and Leah let out a genuine laugh.

“Want to come inside?” she asked trying to quickly find her key and get out of the rain.

You stepped into her flat, the warmth enveloping you like a comforting hug. “It’s cozy in here,” you remarked as you kicked off your shoes.

“Let me get us some tea,” Leah said, moving toward the kitchen. You went to the bathroom to freshen up and came back and sat at her small dining table.

After a few minutes, she returned with two steaming mugs, and sat across from you. “You know, I really enjoy spending time with you,” Leah said, her gaze sincere.

“Same here. This has probably been my favorite night in London so far,” you replied.

As the rain continued to pour outside, Leah glanced nervously at the couch. “I can take the couch if you want to stay the night,” she offered hesitantly.

You shook your head, your heart racing at the thought of sharing a bed. “I don’t mind sharing with you, I promise not to bite.”

“Are you sure?” she asked, wanting to make sure you were completely comfortable.

“Definitely,” you affirmed, a grin spreading across your face.

In her bedroom, you changed into a pair of her pajamas—soft and cozy, and they smelled like Leah. As you climbed into bed, Leah nestled beside you, her body warm and inviting.

The silence that followed was comfortable yet you could feel the nervous energy radiating from her. You glanced over, noticing the way she bit her lip, and decided to break the silence. “I really like you, Leah. I’d love to go on more dates and see where this goes.”

Her eyes lit up, and she let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. “I’d like that too,” she replied, her voice soft and genuine.

You leaned in, capturing her lips again in a tender kiss, but this time she deepened it loving the feeling of your lips on hers.. When you finally pulled away, a content smile spread across your face.

The rain continued to fall outside, the sound soothing as you cuddled together under the covers. As you drifted off to sleep, you felt an overwhelming sense of peace, knowing that this was just the beginning of something beautiful. You realized that you would love nothing more than to fall asleep next to Leah every night.

[shenachigans]

Volleyball with the Kirammans | KIRAMMAN SANDWICH AU

CollegeStudent!Caitlyn would beam whenever you came to watch her volleyball matches. She would see you situated on the bleachers, keeping to yourself as your eyes wandered in interest (and perhaps slight confusion if you weren’t familiar with volleyball mechanics) while the crowd cheered around you. It brought the younger woman pride and eagerness to impress you with her skills as the captain and main setter of the team.

You were her good luck charm, dedicating each point they scored to you, and her heart fluttered every time you flashed her a proud smile, of course it was only directed at her. When the team was going through a challenging match, she would find your stressed expression endearing because you cared so much about something she found trivial. The glow of amazement in your eyes whenever she set the ball or served (and sometimes spike) was something she wished to etch in her brain permanently. You were so expressive, wearing the truth on your face unlike many others, and she loved you for it. However, the bliss didn’t last long, especially not when her mother got involved.

LawProfessor!Cassandra happened to attend one of Caitlyn’s games out of the blue — something she never did because she didn’t want her daughter to continue her volleyball career after high school. Caitlyn, of course, was sure something was at play and she suspected you were involved. Her smile had never faltered so quickly at the sight of her mother tailing you as you looked for seats. She didn’t like how the older woman sat too close to you on the bleachers either, there was plenty of space to create a respectful distance, but nooo, Cassandra had to rub in the proximity between you. No one would bat an eye because they knew you were her TA, and if they did, no words were said as it was obvious that you belonged to her. It was the unspoken gossip on campus.

Caitlyn’s blood fumed at the satisfactory expression on her mother’s face. What was the older woman up to? The distraction cost her team a few points, and it started to take a toll on her teammates. Now was not the time to be petty and jealous, she couldn’t embarrass her team and herself, so she tried to focus on your presence only, her good luck charm, and the point gap lessened. However, something nagged at the back of the younger woman’s mind. Were you sick? You were hot and bothered from her view on the court and it wasn’t a particularly hot day today either. Worry started to wash over Caitlyn’s expression… then her gaze flicked to her mother.

Oh.

That sly old hag– The older woman was aroused. It was clear now: your poorly masked trembling, flinching, and feverish disposition. It was a telltale sign: Cassandra plugged you with a vibrator. In public. At her daughter’s volleyball match. And she was teasing you with the controller. Fury overtook Caitlyn. How could her mother do this? Was this revenge for fucking you first and mocking her for being a coward? She wanted to peel that victorious smirk off the older woman’s face. It only fueled the younger Kiramman to go on a rampage, breaking the college milestones and winning the match with a large point gap, as adrenaline and jealousy coursed through her veins.

Instead of celebrating at the end with her members, Caitlyn watched how her mother cradled you in her arms as you silently came while the crowd rejoiced, unaware of the dirty act that had occurred. With this, the (petty) war of who would monopolize you had just gone into a different and more dangerous route.

A/N: No one asked for this, but it popped into my head. Also, I know Caitlyn is mostly, if not always, associated with basketball with the fics I read, but I think she would be pretty good at volleyball too, she is a decorated woman after all ;) Cassandra got her revenge and how she did it was FREAKY. They're gonna have a freak off smh, poor reader.

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[iitslera]

like i’d ever fall for a culé… right? ✶ HF32

english isn’t my first language, enemies to lovers and a little bit suggestive content

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You hated Barça players. Straight up. Okay, maybe hate was a strong word. But something about them just rubbed you the wrong way. Was it the arrogance? The way they walked around like football gods? Or was it that your heart had been white since the beginning of time, and anything that smelled remotely blaugrana made your blood pressure spike?

Probably the last one.

And yet, there you were. At a party in Madrid. Surrounded by unfamiliar jerseys, laughter, loud music, and for some reason players from the rival team.

More specifically, Héctor Fort.

You weren’t sure how he even ended up there (rumor had it he was friends with a couple Atlético players), but the point was: he was there. Right in front of you. Wearing that “I know exactly the effect I have” smile, his hair artfully messy, and a tight black shirt that, honestly, was not helping your anti-Barça stance.

“Mind if I come closer?” he asked, holding a drink in one hand, eyes locked onto yours with shameless amusement.

You gave him a flat stare. “Only if you’re not about to bring up the 2009 treble.”

“And what if I talk about the one that’s coming next?” he replied smoothly, leaning against the wall beside you.

You rolled your eyes.

“Not even in your dreams, Fort.”

He laughed — clearly enjoying this. “You know my last name? I’m flattered.”

“I screamed it once when you scored an own goal. One of the best days of my life.”

He clutched his chest in mock pain. “And here I was, about to offer to buy you a drink. Life is cruel.”

“Buy it for someone easier,” you said, turning your back on him and walking back to your group of friends.

But of course, he didn’t leave.

Because he was Héctor Fort. And you’d just bruised his ego. Now, you were his challenge.

It didn’t stop that night. It never did.

You started running into him at events, mutual hangouts, rooftops where someone always happened to invite “that group of Barça boys.” And every single time — he was there. With those flirty lines. With the way he leaned in just enough to hear you better. With that annoying accent you were starting to maybe find attractive.

And each time, you replied with sarcasm.

“So… switched sides yet or still playing for the villains?”

“How are you gonna resist me when ‘visca el Barça’ doesn’t even make you flinch anymore?”

“You know, you’re kinda hot when you pretend to hate me.”

And you who had sworn never to smile at him started doing just that. Without even realizing it. Because that stupid flirt knew exactly what he was doing.

One night, after a particularly intense match (which Madrid obviously won), you ran into him outside a rooftop bar. He was alone. So were you.

Both of you stopped.

“Here to rub in the score?” he asked, flashing that crooked smile he wore when he was tired but still ready to play.

“Do I need to? I saw you disappear in the second half. Looked like it hurt to watch Bellingham celebrate.”

Héctor chuckled quietly, stepping closer.

“What really hurts is you still pretending you don’t want to kiss me.”

Your eyes widened. “Excuse me?”

“Come on,” he murmured, leaning in way closer than what was polite. “I’m not the only one feeling this. Don’t look at me like that if you’re not going to do something about it.”

You said nothing for a second. The air between you shifted heavy, electric. You were one bad decision away from something irreversible.

“I would never hook up with a Barça player,” you whispered.

“Then look me in the eye and tell me you don’t want me,” he said calmly. Confident. Like someone who already knew you were shaking.

You bit your lip.

And said nothing.

Because you couldn’t.

Because… maybe you did want him.

Because that annoyingly charming idiot had slipped under your Madrid jersey and into your head.

Nothing happened that night. But after that, everything changed.

Your texts with him became more frequent. Your “I’m not into you” turned into “you’re so annoying.” And your “you’re so annoying” slowly transformed into I think about you more than I should.

And when Héctor texted you after El Clásico saying: “We lost… you coming to comfort me or still pretending you feel nothing?”

Your reply was: “I’m on my way. But don’t think I like you.”

He replied with just one word: “Liar.”

You said you were going just for fun. That it was just to mess with him. That it didn’t mean anything.

And yet, there you were. Standing in front of the hotel where Barça was staying in Madrid. Heart pounding. Phone shaking in your hand. His last message still on the screen.

You hated him. You hated that he was right. Because you’d said you didn’t like him, that it was a game, that you’d never fall for a guy like him. But you thought about him. You thought about him way too much.

Héctor came down a few minutes later. No hat, no rush. Like he didn’t care who saw him. Like he already knew you were coming. Like you did, too. “I didn’t think you’d actually show,” he said, in that low, soft voice he only used when he wasn’t joking.

“I didn’t come for you,” you replied quickly, arms crossed.

“Oh no? Then why?”

“For… pride. To prove you don’t affect me.”

He smiled. “Then stay. And prove it.”

He gave you that look the one that wasn’t just a look. It was a statement.

You both went to the top floor. Not his room, obviously. The rooftop. It was empty. Quiet. Just a couple lights and the distant hum of a city that never really sleeps.

You sat at the edge, pretending to be calm. He stayed standing, watching you like every little move you made fascinated him.

“I don’t get why you bother me so much,” you muttered. “Because you like me.” “No.” “Yes.”

You glared at him. But it wasn’t hate. It was that other thing. That burn in your mouth every time you were near him and didn’t kiss him.

“I don’t like you.” “Then look me in the eyes and say it,” he replied, stepping closer.

You did.

And you couldn’t say it.

Because it wasn’t true anymore.

“This is stupid,” you whispered. “Then kiss me. Show me it means nothing.”

“Don’t be an idiot,” you snapped but you were already standing, barely a breath away from him.

“I’m not asking you to fall in love. Just stop lying.”

You froze.

You could feel his hands close, feel his presence, the heat, the tension building in your chest. Like your whole body already knew what you wanted before your mind caught up.

“I’d never hook up with a culé,” you whispered, almost like a mantra. But it was losing power.

He leaned in closer, his lips just a breath from yours.

“And I shouldn’t want a madridista who hates me. But here we are.”

You stood there. In that dangerous silence. That line between walking away… or giving in.

And you wanted to leave.

But you wanted to stay even more.

And that terrified you. Excited you. Set you on fire.

“You know what the worst part is?” you whispered, not moving. “What?” “I didn’t even like you.” “And now…”

His fingers brushed your cheek. Barely. Like he was asking for permission.

And you didn’t stop him.

“Now you annoy me in a different way,” you murmured, voice shaking.

He smiled.

“Then kiss me.”

Your lips were so close, the next move could change everything.

And he knew it.

Because you weren’t his enemy anymore. You were his obsession.

You didn’t know who moved first. Maybe him. Maybe you. Or maybe the universe had just gotten tired of the tension and shoved you two together.

What you did know… was what happened next.

His mouth crashed into yours with a mix of frustration and hunger. Like he’d waited too long. Like he needed to prove, once and for all, that this wasn’t a joke. That it wasn’t a game. That it was you.

It was a rough kiss. No softness. Tight lips. Hands gripping your waist. All that pent-up energy finally set free.

And you kissed him back.

With every ounce of the frustration you’d buried. With all the want you refused to admit. With the overwhelming urge to rip off your white jersey and forget the colors just for tonight.

His fingers traced your back, tangled in your hair. He pulled you closer closer like any space left between you was an insult.

You were breathing against his mouth, between kisses, barely catching air.

But you didn’t want to breathe. You didn’t want to think.

You pushed him gently against the rooftop wall, hands on his chest. You felt the heat of his skin through the fabric. He let out a low breath against your neck, like he still couldn’t believe this was happening.

“Fuck…” he murmured against your jaw, lips trailing your skin. “I swear I didn’t know how bad I wanted you until now.”

You squeezed your eyes shut. Because it hurt, too. You’d fought this for so long. And kissing him was surrendering and at the same time, the most freeing thing you’d ever done.

“This doesn’t mean anything,” you lied, voice trembling.

“Then kiss me like that again,” he said, biting softly at your lower lip. “And tell me you feel nothing.”

So you did.

You kissed him like you were trying to forget him and memorize him at the same time.

Your legs were shaking. His hands slid down your sides with dangerous slowness. Your back hit the cold wall, and instead of pulling away it just ignited you even more. You needed him closer. Deeper. More.

“What are we doing?” you whispered, forehead pressed to his.

“Something we shouldn’t… but I can’t stop.”

His lips trailed down your neck. Short kisses. Like little promises you didn’t yet understand. Your fingers slid under his shirt. He shut his eyes and exhaled deep and shaky.

“We’re not going further here,” you said suddenly, trying to take back some control.

“I know,” he whispered, eyes dark and full of want. “But don’t ask me to walk away from you tonight.”

And you didn’t.

You stayed.

Wrapped in each other’s arms. Kissing in silence. Touching like the world outside the rooftop didn’t exist.

And when you finally went back downstairs, lips swollen, shirt slightly rumpled there was no pretending anymore.

It wasn’t a war.

It wasn’t a rivalry.

It wasn’t pride.

It was Héctor.

And he had won you in the one way you never thought you’d fall: by kissing you until you stopped fighting.

[kxsagi]

hihii could i request smth academic rivals pretty pls 😋🙏 w any character u think would fit, u write all of them so well!! 💗

“𝐮 𝐮𝐩? (𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬… 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐡 𝐭𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬)”

a/n: thank you!!! i decided to turn them into multi-character headcanons lol

also isn’t reo like… the only canonically smart academic student out of all of the blue lock boys or am i missing someone

(i don't know art credits sorry)

ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, nagi seishiro, kaiser michael, mikage reo, chigiri hyoma, bachira meguru, itoshi sae

isagi yoichi

you’re always one mark ahead of him, and it kills him. 

stays up rewatching the lecture recordings at 1.5x speed just to prove a point. 

always “accidentally” sits next to you in study groups so he can “check your notes for comparison” (aka secretly tries to figure out how the hell you understood that derivation so easily). 

keeps it respectful, but once he beats your score? he turns and gives you the smuggest little smile. 

“guess i’m top of the class this time, huh?” 

his ears go pink when you glare back at him. he lives for it. 

itoshi rin

hates how your handwriting is always neat and your answers are always right. 

claims he doesn’t care, but if you do even slightly better than him, he studies twice as hard the next week. 

his pride gets bruised every time the professor compliments you. 

“your essay lacked proper citation structure.” 

oh? okay rin. yours lacked a heart. 

he doesn’t admit he likes the tension between you two until you start arguing about shakespeare in front of the whole class. 

it’s not a love confession, but the moment he actually agrees with your interpretation? that’s the closest he’ll get. 

nagi seishiro

couldn’t care less until you started mocking him for sleeping through class. 

now he’s determined to beat you out of sheer spite. 

“ugh… guess i gotta actually open the textbook now.” 

still acts lazy, but secretly studies at night just to come back and say “look, i got a 98. that’s higher than yours, right?” 

teases you by stretching and yawning right after acing a quiz. 

lowkey enjoys the way you huff and accuse him of guessing (he didn’t. he crammed). 

you catch him writing your initials in the margins of his notes one day and he plays it off like he’s doodling. 

kaiser michael

academic rivalry? no. it’s academic war. 

“you breathe like someone who gets second place.” 

calls you “valedictorian” like it’s an insult. 

raises his hand just to challenge everything you say. 

will literally hold a grudge if you score higher than him on a test. 

once snatched your paper off the stack and announced your grade out loud in front of everyone. 

but also corners you after class like “how do you study? seriously.” 

starts showing up to the library when you’re there. not to study. just to sit across from you and smirk every time you sigh. 

mikage reo

flirts while competing. 

“wow, you’re smart and cute. must be hard carrying the class on your back.” 

you roll your eyes, but he keeps track of your test scores like it’s a stock market. 

buys the same books as you just so he can “study together.” 

makes friendly wagers like “if i beat your score, you owe me coffee” (you always end up going anyway). 

secretly highlights your notes in matching colors to his. 

if you beat him, he throws his head back and dramatically sighs like “fine, i’ll accept defeat. but only if you tutor me... over dinner.” 

chigiri hyoma

quiet competitiveness with sharp precision. 

always acts unbothered, but you see him clench his jaw when he sees your name above his. 

his handwriting is beautiful. his notes are elite. you secretly borrow them. 

hates group projects but will tolerate them if you’re in his group. 

the kind of person who finishes the exam first just to shake you a little. 

starts leaving anonymous sticky notes in your locker with corrections to your essays. 

one day you call him out, and he shrugs and says, “didn’t want you to lose to me because of grammar.” 

bachira meguru

the chaotic academic rival. 

always somehow scores as high as you despite turning in assignments with doodles and half the word count. 

“you think too hard, that’s why i beat you.” 

constantly pokes you in class and whispers answers before the teacher calls on you. 

always calls you “my rival” in a dramatic voice. 

brags about beating you by 0.5 points like it’s a gold medal. 

but gets really quiet and pouty when you beat him, just sulks with his head on the desk. 

you give him candy as a peace offering and he’s instantly back to grinning. 

itoshi sae

the worst kind of academic rival because he’s effortlessly brilliant. 

doesn’t even care about class ranking, but still manages to beat you every time. 

you’re grinding late at night, red-eyed and over-caffeinated, and he’s over there casually reading the material once and acing the test. 

“you’re studying again? that’s cute.” 

always acts like he forgot there was an exam, then gets the highest score. 

you confront him about it and he just tilts his head, “maybe you’re just not that smart.” 

(he’s bluffing. he notices every time you beat him by even a fraction of a point, and it pisses him off more than he lets on.) 

once handed your paper back to you in class with a smirk and said “you missed question 6” even though you definitely got it right. 

the kind of rival who looks at you across the room during test return like it’s a silent challenge. 

one day you stay late to study and he’s there too, already in the back, headphones in, flipping through notes. 

neither of you say a word… but you both stay until closing time. 

you catch him glancing at your notes. he catches you glancing at him. 

“don’t fall in love with me just because i’m smarter than you.” 

you throw an eraser at his head. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[eclipixels]

UH SO I GOT AN IDEA…. yk like theres strip uno games two people play and the loser takes off one piece of clothing… THAT WITH A SOCCER MATCH MAYBE??? with isagi… a strip soccer match where he just gets so distracted after reader loses one time and takes off her shirt💔

Talking Body

Yoichi Isagi x Reader

Wanings: A lil spicy

[1,124 words]

      It started off as a joke. A playful challenge thrown out in the heat of the moment.

      “Let’s make this interesting,” you had said, twirling the soccer ball between your fingers. “Every time one of us loses a point, we take something off.”

      Isagi had laughed at first, shaking his head at your ridiculous idea. “You’re crazy.”

      “And you’re scared.”

      That did it. His competitive streak flared up instantly, and the next thing you knew, the two of you were on the field, the stakes set, the rules simple: first to five goals wins. Each time one of you lost, an article of clothing had to go.

      It had been easy at first. Lighthearted. Fun.

      Then you lost your first point.

      With a dramatic sigh, you peeled off your shirt, revealing the blue sports bra underneath. You didn’t think much of it—after all, it was just a game.

      But Isagi? Oh, he thought about it.

      One second, he was a finely tuned soccer machine, razor-focused and ready to dominate. The next, he was malfunctioning. His eyes darted to your bare shoulders, then to the exposed sliver of skin, then to anywhere but you, as if looking directly at you would short-circuit his brain completely.

      “Ichi,” you called sweetly, rolling the ball under your foot. “Something wrong?”

      He swallowed thickly, visibly trying to reset himself. “Nope. All good.”

      Lies.

      You smirked. Oh, this is going to be fun.

      The game resumed, but Isagi was playing like a man distracted. He was still good—because, well, he was Isagi Yoichi—but his movements weren’t as sharp, his focus wasn’t as locked in. And every time you stretched for a pass or dashed across the field, his eyes lingered.

      How the hell was he supposed to focus when you looked like that?

      The way your body moved as you ran, the way your sports bra clung to your skin, damp with sweat, the way your chest bounced with every step—oh, he was losing it.

      He tried. He really did. But his eyes kept betraying him, trailing down the glistening sheen of sweat rolling down your neck, disappearing into the valley between your breasts. His mouth felt dry. His mind was lagging.

      And you knew.

      You knew exactly what you were doing to him.

      You turned to him with a smirk, stretching your arms above your head just to mess with him, making your already distracting figure even worse for his poor, overwhelmed brain.

      It wasn’t long before you scored your first goal against him.

      Isagi groaned, dragging a hand down his face before reaching for the hem of his own shirt. “Fine, fine—” He pulled it off, exposing toned abs and lean muscle, his body glistening slightly under the heat of the match.

      Now you were the one faltering.

      He noticed. And smirked.

      "Something wrong?" he echoed your earlier words, tilting his head.

      You huffed, rolling your shoulders. "Not at all."

      But as the game went on, the tension only grew. The stakes were getting higher, and the amount of clothing left was getting dangerously low.

      The game had never been this intense before.

      You were both down to the wire, the score neck and neck. Isagi had managed to claw his way back from his distractions—barely—forcing himself to focus on the ball instead of the way your sweat-soaked skin glowed under the fading sunlight. But it was so damn hard. Every time you sprinted past him, every time you stretched to steal the ball, every time your breath hitched in effort, his mind wandered.

      And yet, despite all of that, he won. He had to, because that little pervert was fanatasizing about seeing you with less and less clothes on. And he knew if he wanted to see that, he needed to win.

      The final goal came in a blur. His body moving on pure instinct, a perfect strike that sent the ball flying past your defenses and straight into the goal.

      “Yes!” he pumped his fist in the air, grinning ear to ear. His victory was sweet.

      You sighed, hands on your hips as you looked at the scoreboard. “Damn,” you muttered, lips curling into something dangerously playful. “A deal’s a deal.”

      Isagi’s breath caught in his throat as you hooked your fingers into the waistband of your shorts and, without a shred of hesitation, slid them down your legs.

      Time slowed.

      He was sure he heard the circuit board in his brain fry.

      You were now standing there, utterly unbothered, in just your bra and panties. Isagi stood frozen, eyes wide, body locked in place like he’d been hit by a freight train.

      Oh, he was so dead.

      His mouth opened, then closed. Then opened again. Words? He had none. His brain had been wiped of all vocabulary. All he could do was stare. His face was red, ears burning, pupils completely blown out as if his soul had left his body.

      "Yoichi," you cooed, tilting your head, "you good?"

      He snapped out of it with a harsh gulp, forcing himself to tear his gaze away. "Yeah—yeah, I’m good," he lied, voice an octave higher than usual.

      You giggled, rolling the ball under your foot. "You sure? You’re looking kinda flustered over there."

      "Flustered? Me?" He scoffed, trying to play it cool. "Pfft. Please. I—"

      His words died in his throat when you turned around, giving him an even better view as you bent slightly to grab your water bottle.

      You stepped closer, and Isagi stumbled back. His hands were up like you were about to kill him, his face practically on fire. “W-Wait, hold on—”

      “What?” you smirked. “You won, fair and square. This is just the rules, right?”

      “Y-Yeah, but—but you—” He was malfunctioning, his brain shorting out with every second he looked at you. He wanted to look away, needed to look away, but he couldn’t. His eyes were glued to every inch of bare skin, his thoughts a mess of oh my god oh my god oh my god—

      You stepped closer again, just enough to invade his space, tilting your head at him with feigned innocence. “Ichi,” you said, voice sweet and teasing, “you’re staring.”

      “I—I’M NOT—”

      He was. He so was.

      “There’s nothing wrong with a boyfriend admiring his girlfriend. Why so nervous, baby?” you teased, tapping a finger against his chest with a sly smile.

      “Y-Yeah, but—” he stammered, visibly struggling to form a coherent thought.

      You cut him off with a low, sultry whisper, stepping closer until your body was flush against his bare chest. “How about this…”

      His breath hitched.

      “If you win the next round,” you murmured, your lips barely inches from his, voice dripping with temptation, “I’ll let you fuck me.”

      His brain? Completely fried.

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let your arms invite me, for who knows when we'll meet again this way | Axel Kovačević x Fem! Reader

summary: based off this request

Word count: 3.4k Warnings: mentions of violence, drugs (a little), fluff

gif is not mine

"Do you mind?" You whine, gently shoving your brother away from you as the two of you line up for the captain's photos.

"Can't I be close to you?" Robby teases you moving to wrap an arm around your shoulder making you growl in frustration.

"I'm gonna break your arm, you annoying gremlin," you spat shrugging his arm off. You hear a snort from behind you, making you spare a glance to your right.

The boy who made the noise makes quick eye contact with you before focusing on the camera man ahead of you.

What a cutie

The photographer shoots a few pictures before dismissing the teams. As you make way back towards your group, you see the strongly built boy that stood behind you walk past you, turning his head back to give you one last look before walking out of the building with his teammates.

"Earth to (Y/n)," Robby's hand waves in front of your face making you smack it out of the way.

"I'm listening," you fought pretending to know what he just said when you were actually checking out the tall drink of water that just left.

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You learn he's apart of The Iron Dragons, a team that is randomly drawn along with Cobra Kai to fight with during Captain's War.

Unfortunately as you were paired up to fight with Tory, your brother is distracted and gets knocked down easily eliminating your team out.

As you and your dojo line up along the mat, you watch as Cobra Kai is dominated by the green team within just a few seconds.

You're unable to hide the impressed expression among your face, his eyes meeting yours across the mat. There's a small smirk playing on his lips when he catches you looking at him.

Breaking eye contact first, you shake off the feeling of intrigue, knowing you needed to focus on what was next.

You luckily win the next event of one-on-one against the Dublin team, and score more points for the team when you win your match during the Bo staff competition.

"Point, (Y/n) Lawrence! Miyagi-Do wins!" The ref holds your hand up signifying your win.

You see the familiar green gi standing across from you, arms crossed as he watched you. You can't read his face very well, but before you can do anything your team envelopes you proud at your accomplishments.

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After losing one of the events later in the day, your team stood back with the others watching the first match of the platform fight.

It's like clockwork watching The Iron Dragons captain's fight, they were an unbeatable team. A feeling of want bubbles up inside your stomach as the male captain pounds against his chest, yelling proudly they had won their match

"Was this dude made in a lab?" Hawk asks almost disgusted making you frown.

"He's like a mix between the Winter Soldier and Frankenstein's monster," Demetri adds in.

"Don't call him a monster," Sam interjects. "You don't know him or what he deals with."

Your eyes soften at the girl next to you, looking back up at the tall boy on the platform. He glances down at you and sees your soften expression making him look away.

It was time for Miyagi-Do to go against Dublin Thunder.

Your dad suggests the captain's first, you and Robby, starting off strong.

You're able to keep up with other team, again, Robby is distracted and knocked off.

"Think you're so tough? Well I'll show you tough, bitch," a blonde girl challenges you making you scoff. She's quick to come at you, but after learning Sam's defense, you're able to keep up.

"Don't mess with me, bitch," you spat back at her before catching her hands, and jumping up to use both feet to kick her off the platform.

Your other teammates do their best to protect you, and even sacrifice themselves, but almost everyone is gone when Miguel joins you.

There's one guy and the captain from the other team left, evening out the floor.

As you wait for the male captain to come to you, he laughs in your face mocking the fact that, you a girl, thought you could handle him.

Shutting him up, you take the opportunity to kick him in the face, knocking him off the podium immediately making the crowd around you cheer.

Turning to Miguel, he's just sent the last Dublin Thunder member flying back off the platform, the announcer making it known Miyagi-Do had won and was staying another day.

As you and Miguel jumped with excitement, he moved away from you and pretended to bow down to you. You laughed, pushing him away, your team gathering on to the podium with you guys.

Looking for your dad, you spot him sending him the bow of respect which he returned, and sent you a raised fist.

You see the male captain from the Iron Dragons staring at you, so you take the chance and shoot him a playful wink, making his eyes go wide at your bold gesture.

Maybe he was interested, maybe he wasn't, all you knew was, you didn't want to wait too long before you left Barcelona without knowing for sure.

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After Miguel and your dad receive bad news of Carmen being in the hospital, they take off back to California, leaving a spot open on your team.

"The guys want to go out, are you up for it?" Sam asks as the two of you lay in your beds completely wiped from the day.

You toss in your spot, debating the idea. It could be fun, you could drink, let loose for the night. But you were also exhausted and wanted to lay here for eternity.

"Maybe it'll help Robby loosen up," your friend suggest making you think again.

"True," you agreed. Your brother needed to get his mind off Tory, perhaps dragging him out and having fun could help just a little.

You were your father's daughter after all.

Throwing the covers off your body, you walk over to your suitcase and pull out a cute outfit to wear. You decided on some torn jean shorts, and a red off the shoulder sweater with a white tank top underneath.

"So I kind of saw something earlier," Sam comes to sit next to you as you curled your lashes in the mirror. She wore a guilty expression, her shoulders sunken down.

"What was it?" You inquire giving her your undivided attention. You knew something was eating at her this evening by the way she was silent and watching the tv but not actually paying attention.

She sighs giving you a look of remorse.

"I saw that captain from the Iron Dragons get hit by his sensei," she unloads. "And not like a sparring hit, he full on smacked him repeatedly to prove a point."

You're taken aback at her witnessing, realizing why she was defending him earlier when Hawk and Demetri were so quick to judge him.

"Oh my god," you whisper. "I can't imagine what he goes through back home."

"He looked so helpless, (Y/n), he's this big strong guy out on the mat but inside..." Sam shakes her head not being able to get the image of the scene from earlier out of her head.

You're at a loss for words, knowing what it was like to be beaten for your mistakes. It was a time you didn't like thinking about.

"I'm glad Robby was able to pull you out of Cobra Kai when he did," she says out of thoughtfulness.

"The broken knuckle really did the trick," you say lightly even though the situation was heavy.

Silver and master Kim favored you being Johnny Lawrence's daughter and that came with a territory. It meant going through extraordinary measures so you could be the best.

"Sorry," Sam apologizes seeing your saddened state. "Let's finish getting ready, the boys are waiting."

You smile faintly, turning back to the mirror to finish applying your mascara. As you leaned in towards your reflection, the pink raised scar just above your cheek, below your left eye, suddenly looked so bright reminding you of just a few months ago.

Much like your brother, you spoke your mind and Silver didn't like it. It lead to being backhanded across the face on a few occasions. You were at rock bottom when you smashed your fist into the rock behind master Kim leading you to a broken knuckle.

Concealer only covered the old wound so much, you pretty much left it uncovered because what was the use?

Swiping on the black liquid over your eyelashes, you and Sam finish getting ready while listening to music and waiting for the guys to come by the room.

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"This is lame," you pouted glumly, twirling your red straw around the rim of your glass of coke. "Should we look for some weed?"

"When the hell have you ever done weed?" Your brother narrows his eyes at you.

“You don’t know me and what I do when I’m not around you,” you provoke the dirty blonde next to you.

Sam looks over at you amused between you and your brother’s banter.

“You would have called me the minute you got stoned, your light weight ass called me after two beers crying because you had the spins,” Robby retorts.

“I don’t recall,” you blink. Standing up from the table, you grab your phone slipping it in your back pocket. “I’m gonna go for a walk, maybe score some crack.”

“Alright cracky, we’ll be here,” your brother says averting his attention to the girl who just sauntered into the bar. It was Tory.

You motion for Sam to call you incase anything happens, to which she nods in agreement.

Trailing down the sidewalk, you see the entrance to the beach making you giddy inside. You loved the sound of the crashing waves, the moon shining over the dark water.

As you walk closer to the water, you see a familiar face practicing a kata routine, sending a wave of nerves through your system. This was your moment.

“Nice moves,” you spoke, slowly approaching the shirtless boy who froze at the sight of you.

“T-Thank you,” he stutters out, his low accent sending butterflies through your stomach. You’d listen to anything he had to say if it meant getting to hear him talk again.

“I’m (Y/n),” you introduce yourself while squatting down to sit on the light grainy surface beneath you.

“Axel,” he responds finally giving you a name to the face. Axel. It was unique. He turns to pick up his shirt and jacket, a trail of bruises lining up along his back making you squeeze your eyes shut.

“Those must hurt,” you say making him stand up straight. “The back takes awhile to heal.”

“From Bo staff competition,” he attempts to graze over the subject avoiding your eyes.

“No they’re not,” you respond softly. “I watched you knock down that kid from Panthre team in three strikes.”

“I- uh- should probably go, I am not supposed to speak to opponent,” Axel attempts to escape the conversation only for you to push back.

Looking around your scenery dramatically, you say, “I don’t see any referees around here.”

Axel can’t help but crack a smile at your silliness, making you feel warm inside.

“You are funny,” he says taking a few steps closer to you.

“Funny enough to make you stay and talk to me?” You purpose glancing up at him with your batting lashes.

He chuckles, taking a seat on the ground next to you.

“My sensei wants me to be the best,” he says referring back to your earlier conversation. “It is because of him, I never lose.”

You watch the ocean water slowly trickle near you, barely missing the tip of your feet by a few inches.

"Discipline doesn't mean abuse your students," you explain lightly. "I used to think getting hit meant I was held to higher standard."

"What does it mean then?" Axel questions curiously. You feel him staring at the side of your face, waiting patiently for your response.

"It means we're their only outlet for control," you answer simply. "And as far as I'm concerned, I'm no one's puppet."

You begin to trace circles in the sand beneath you, aware the boy was still gazing over you.

"Is...Is that how you got this?" He reaches over, gently running his pointer finger over the faded scar below your eye. His touch left tingles on your face.

You nod unable to verbally confirm his suspicion, his hand dropping back to his side.

"The boys back home love it," you joke sarcastically attempting to lighten the mood. Axel gives you a lopsided smile, appreciating your humor somehow being able to mix in with the heavy topic.

"Your male captain, is that your boyfriend?" He asks catching you by surprise. You let out a 'pfft' finding his question absolutely hilarious.

"Absolutely not," you giggled. "He's my brother."

"Oh, makes sense," he laughs with you. You take a moment to look at him, really look at him, and admire his pretty physique.

The way his eyes were light blue like the ocean across from you, but held a shade of sea green in them with a speck of yellow, you could stare into those orbs for a lifetime.

"You have pretty eyes," you say so effortlessly making him do a double take at you. You were so confident, not only with your words, but with the way you carried yourself and the way you go into a fight.

The tip of his nose turns red along with his cheeks, his eyes flickering between you and his shoes.

"Thank you. You are so pretty, it makes me nervous," he admits shyly. Scooting closer to him, you lean your head to lay on his shoulder, and at first he freezes never been in a situation like this before with a girl.

But when he breathes in your floral shampoo, he can't help but let his guard down and relax beneath your position.

"If it's any consolation. I think you're pretty too," you tease him. "I was afraid we'd never talk before this tournament ends."

Axel barks a laugh at your choice of words, 'pretty?' That was new.

"We always seem to find each other," he says glancing down at you. "Tournament, mat..."

You look up at him, his pupils dilated with desire making your heart race. Feeling the tension of intensity between you, you notice his jaw tightening, lips parted slightly.

"The beach," you whisper, your eyes trailing down to his pink lips.

You turned to look at him first, you winked at him, you came up to him, you had the upper hand. He wanted to be the one to initiate the kiss first.

Slowly, deliberately, Axel leans in. His face inches towards yours, and the warmth of his breath hitting you. He hesitates just before your lips meet, your heart feeling like it's going to explode.

You suddenly feel his hand envelop your cheek, his thumb lightly running across the faded scar, letting you know you were safe.

Then, gently, his lips press against yours, tentative at first, as if testing the waters, before deepening the kiss, each movement slow and deliberate, a soft surrender to the moment you've both been waiting for.

You can't help but smile into the kiss, the electrifying and sparkling feeling running through your limbs, you could jump up and sprint circles around the beach because of the spark you felt.

"Wow," Axel breathes out, his mind spinning from the consumption of your lips. You let out a soft chuckle, pressing your forehead to his.

"Indeed," you agreed playfully. It feels like the world around you has ceased to exist and the two of you relinquish in this sweet moment, completely captivated by one another.

You lean in again to reconnect your buzzing lips, never wanting to return to what waited for you beyond the sand.

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The next day, you're still high on the feeling from last night's interactions with Axel.

"I feel like crap," Robby groaned with his face in his hands as you, Sam, and him ate breakfast together in the hotel buffet.

"I feel great!" You chirped taking a bite out of your piece of bacon.

"Don't yell," he hushed you glaring at your cheerful state. You roll your eyes, reaching into your jean pocket to pull out two pills of Aleve, smacking them down on the table for your hungover brother.

"I didn't even hear you come in last night," Sam says her blue eyes averting to yours as she took a sip of her orange juice.

Glancing down at your plate, you began to cut up your waffles trying to come up with an excuse. You knew you could tell Sam with no judgment, but your brother on the other hand...

"Well you know when I go on a beach, my shell hunting instincts kick in and once I get started on that," you smoothly respond.

Your curly hair friend nods knowing you loved your shells, and that in fact is a whole ordeal.

"I'm pretty full," you say after finishing off your glass of milk. "I'll meet you back in the room."

Robby is taking the medication, shuddering at the gulp he takes.

"So much for being a light weight," you jab at him.

"Whatever, weirdo," he shakes his head beginning to dig into his scrambled eggs.

You roll your eyes and grab your plate to place in a trash bin, and head back to the elevators. As you opened your phone feed to scroll through your latest feed, you're suddenly pulled away from your trail, causing you to yelp.

Axel tugged you in close to his chest, tucking you two into a secluded corner.

"Good morning to you too," you grin widely, laying your hands against his firm chest. He's gazing down at you no longer feeling vulnerable, but comfortable with you.

"Morning," he hums nuzzling his nose against yours sending your heart fluttering. He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your old wound upon your cheek first, then grazes his lips with your own.

"I have not stopped thinking about you," Axel murmurs against your mouth making your heart feel full.

"What the hell?"

You whip your head around seeing your brother standing a few feet away from you, staring back at you in disbelief.

"Robby, please," you scoff letting go of the boy you were holding on to.

"You're kidding me right?" The green eyed boy motions to the slavic boy behind you. "He's our biggest rival, you can't be with the competition."

Your jaw fell open at the hypocrisy his advice, making your blood boil.

"Back off Robby, you don't want to go there," you threaten him.

"No, let's go," he says reaching out for your hand, practically taking your arm off. Axel is quick to grab your other free hand, pulling you back towards him.

"Let go of me!" You shout planting your feet in place making both boys release their grip from you.

"Not you," you glance back at the boy you were kissing a minute ago, holding your hand out for him which he takes immediately. Robby rubs a hand over his face letting out a frustrated sigh.

"I don't know what your deal is, but get it together," you seethe almost embarrassed at the whole situation at hand. You'd be lucky if Axel gave you a second look after this.

Your brother glares up at Axel, flaring his nostrils, and making a fist with both hands.

"If I find out you're messing with her, or playing some kind of cruel joke just for the benefit of this tournament," Robby inches closer to quiet boy next to you, his voice lowering to a threatening tone. "I will beat your ass into the ground."

"Jesus, Robby," you mutter feeling the flush creeping up your neck as Axel shifts uncomfortably beside you, clearly caught off guard by Robby’s sudden outburst.

You give him a quick, apologetic glance before turning back to your brother, your voice softer but still trying to get through to him. "I’m fine, okay?"

Your sibling nods, gazing over at Axel one last time before walking off into the opposite direction.

"I am so sorry," you sputter out profusely. "He's going through something right now and-"

"It is okay," Axel reassures you, placing his hands on your shoulder. "He is protecting you."

"He's annoying," you give him a sarcastic smile making him chuckle. He runs his hands down your arms, lacing his fingers through yours.

"I am on my way to get some breakfast, care to join me?" He asks thoughtfully. Even though you were full on waffles and bacon, you weren't gonna pass up the opportunity to spend more time with him.

After all, there was a fruit and açaí bar you skipped out on.

"I'd love to," you smile up at him. Stepping on your tippy toes, you stretch your neck up and press your lips to his tenderly.

You didn't know where this was going, or what it may lead to, but you could enjoy this time with this beautiful boy for now.

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(a/n: MERRY CHRISTMAS 🎄hope y'all are enjoying your holidays, sorry this was kind of long. Next thing I write will be a non-request, can't wait for you all to read it!)

[wiselyghost]

 🏀 KNB boys react to you challenging them to a 1v1...but you're terrible

🩵 scenario: you challenge your basketball boyfriend to a 1v1 match… unfortunately, you possess the athletic grace of a paper bag in the wind. chaos, love, and secondhand embarrassment follow.

🔗 warnings: crack fic | you're already dating them | fluff + dumbassery | unathletic reader | some light cussing

📎 note: for entertainment purposes only, i fear you would not survive a real game against these freaks. (Guess who's my favorite 🤭)

🐯 Kagami Taiga

He's excited. Way too excited. The minute you challenge him, he's stretching, cracking his neck, spinning the ball on one finger like he's warming up for the NBA Finals. "Don't hold back, alright?" he grins, bouncing on his toes. But he should've known something was off the moment you dribbled it with both hand like a toddler and sprinted full-speed into the pole. "...Wait—are you seriously—" You jump back up with confidence (and a bruised ego), but now he's panicking. "You sure you don't wanna sit down? Mabey some water? First aid???" Still, he humors you. He plays soft at first... until you try to trash talk. "You scared, Taiga?" That's when he dunks so hard the hoop shakes and you swear the earth tilted. "You ASKED for this," he says, out of breath, laughing as you flop to the ground in defeat.

🧢 Aomine Daiki

He grins like the devil when you challenge him. "Aww, how cute. You think you've got a chance?" It takes ten seconds for him to double over laughing. You try to crossover, and instead cross yourself out of bounds. "YOU SAID YOU PLAYED ONCE IN HIGH SCHOOL—" "Yeah! Once! And I quit after i got hit in the face with the ball!" He doesn't even try anymore. He's laying on the floor mid-court as you "Dribble" (Chase the ball like a lost toddler). "Yo, babe—are you... are you trying to do a layup or summon a demon?" Eventually, he lets you score—then immediately scores 20 in a row while smirking. "Oops. My hand slipped~" 💛 Kise Ryouta

"Ehhh~?! You wanna go against me?" He gasps like you just proposed. "You're so bold! So cool! So inspiring!" He hypes you up to the point you believe you're capable of greatness... Then you throw the ball straight into his face. The gasp he lets out is drama-king level. Falls to his knees holding his nose like you just ended his modeling contract. "BABE MY FACE!!! I HAVE SHOOTS NEXT WEEK!!!" You're apologizing and he's whimpering dramatically... until you offer to kiss it better. He perks up immediately. "Okay fine, I forgive you. But you're buying me boba and massaging my ego later~" (You don't even finish the game. He just posts you on his story with “💛 my #1 fan… not my #1 baller lol 💛” )

🧊 Akashi Seijuro

He says nothing at first. Just nods. “As you wish.” You’re barely into your first possession when he pauses. Blinks. Adjusts his stance. “Your form is… unusual.” You’re hunched over. Palming the ball like it’s a melon. Shooting like it’s a dodgeball. “…Have you ever played this sport before?” You lie. “Yes.” He tilts his head. “Interesting. You appear to be actively losing to gravity.” Instead of playing you seriously, he walks over and calmly starts correcting you like a private coach. “Here. Like this.” He adjusts your hands. Moves your feet. His voice is calm but you can feel the judgment in his soul. The game never finishes. He buys you a milk tea and says, “I admire your confidence. Let’s never speak of this again.”

🍬 Murasakibara Atsushi

"Eh... too much work," he groans when you first challenge him. You promise snack if he plays, and now suddenly he's 7 feet of grumpy motivation. "Only 'cause you said there's gummies after." You try to start the match seriously, but the moment you do a sad little dribble that bounces back into your own shin, he squints. "Are you even trying?" he mumbles, standing completely still as you huff and puff past him like a lost puppy. He doesn't even chase you. He just holds the ball over your head like a toddler with candy. You jump. he yawns. "So sloooow~" Eventually, he just scoops you up, grabs the ball, and walks both of you to the hoop. "Atsushi! You can't dunk me—" "Mm. Too late." He gently deposits you into the net like laundry and then turns to you with the most deadpan voice: "I win. Feed me." You ask for a rematch. He lays flat on the floor and says, "Nope. I'm retired."

🎯 Midorima Shintarō

The minute you say "1v1 me," he visibly frowns. "This is a waste of time. You'll hurt yourself." You ignore him. You're full of passion. He's full of regret. And then you start the game... and he's left blinking behind his glasses in pure disbelief. You throw the ball backwards. You run with your in the air like you're doing jazzercise. You yell "KOBE" and miss the backboard entirely. "...What the hell was that?' He says nothing more the next five minutes—just silently adjusts his glasses every time you embarrass yourself anew. But he stays. Watches every tragic attempt. And when it's over, hands you a towel and says, "Your lucky item for today was a sports magazine. Clearly, it didn't work." You laugh. He sighs. And somehow, he still buys you lunch after. (And mutters "idiot" under his breath, but with love.)

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[meazalykov]

new girl

kika nazareth x reader

summary: you never wanted to be vulnerable until she came along

trope: grumpy (reader) x sunshine (kika)

on the pitch, you were ruthless.

you were never afraid to accept a challenge, or do a tackle. the rock-hard mentality of yours never wavered.

you were given the captain role at an early age for your childhood club team-- accepting huge responsibility and holding others accountable for their faults was something you weren't scared of doing.

when barcelona offered you a contract to play for the B-team at 15, you accepted it. you were a ruthless defender and having you means that an oppositions striker wouldn't have a chance to score on you.

now at 21, you've grown into a reliable, if somewhat grumpy, presence on the senior team. however, you were the best defender in the world.

your serious demeanor on and off the field is well-known, and while you're never outright mean-- with your actions showing your teammates that you have a high level of respect for them-- your reserved nature keeps you at a tiny distance from them.

its the 24/25 season and the coach assigns you, patri, and keira to show the new girls around the place.

keira chose to help ellie around, patri chose to be with ewa, so you were chosen to be with kika nazareth-- a forward coming from benfica.

after showing her around the pitch, the media rooms, where the lounge area was-- you ended up in the locker rooms with her.

"so here is our last stop! this is the locker room-- your locker will be next to mine," you say, pointing to the empty space beside the locker where your blue cleats sat.

"thank you! i'm so excited to be here and get started." kika beams, her enthusiasm almost tangible.

"welcome to the team. if you need anything, just ask me or any of the captains." you nod, a small smile tugging at your lips despite yourself.

over the next few weeks, kika's sunshine personality shines even brighter.

she greets everyone each morning with a smile, always has a positive word, and is the first to offer help or encouragement.

you find yourself drawn to kika's warmth, wanting to keep yourself around the fellow 21 year old-- even if you don't fully understand why.

in training, you started to notice how kika gravitated towards you, asking for advice or just chatting.

initially, you respond with your usual reserved tone. you wanted to stay focused on the training so you were on top of your game for there next match-- but kika's persistence starts to break down your walls.

in the locker rooms one day, you were finished chatting to ingrid and mapi about their future plans. they were talking about going to visit Ingrids family in norway during a week-long break, which you said that it would be good for them.

kika noticed that you were finished with your conversation with the couple, so she placed her hand on your shoulder to grab your attention before anyone else could.

"y/n, are you doing anything after this?" kika asked.

you looked at her with a light smile before turning away to put your cleats in the locker, "no, why?"

"do you want to go grab a coffee?" kika asks, a little hesitant that you might reject her offer.

"sure, I guess. coffee sounds good." you say before standing up and headed towards the doors.

kika watched you with knitted eyes before you turned around at the door, "are you coming?" you smirked.

"oh- yes!" kika jumped up and followed you out the doors.

your post-practice coffee runs with kika become a routine.

kika starts to talk about her family, her dreams, and her love for the game right away-- while you listen.

after a few weeks, you start to slowly open up about your own experiences. the way that kika kept her full attention on you while you spoke was something that you silently appreciated.

"you know, I've been admiring how dedicated you are to the team. I used to see it from another teams perspective and go, "damn she's tough." but now I realize how much you love and care for us." kika says one evening.

your eyes twinkle at this. if you had to pinpoint it, maybe this was the moment where you started to fall for the portuguese. nobody has made an effort to compliment you in such an unique way.

"thank you, kika. you've been pretty amazing since you've gotten here. you are breath of fresh air that we've needed." you smile.

giving out verbal compliments weren't your thing, and kika seemed to notice that. you liked to express your liking for people through physical actions and gift giving. the portuguese's heart fluttered knowing that you're opening yours up for her.

another month goes by and its the beginning of 2025. the team begins to notice the change in you. you still maintain your serious persona, but with kika, you seem different—softer, happier.

the way you smile at kika, the way your eyes light up when kika enters the room, it becomes clear to everyone that there's something special between you two.

they're aware that they'll have to bring it up to you sometime, just to get clarification on your relationship with the girl, but they're content with observing for a bit.

during a particularly tough champions league match against PSG, you were frustrated.

after VAR cancelled a goal you scored due to a foul, and barcelona nearly conceding a goal thanks to an error from you-- you just wanted something good to happen for your team.

the score is 2-2, with the aggregate being 3-2 in favor of barcelona. you needed to make sure that psg didn't score, and you needed to create a chance for one of your forwards to score as well.

at the 60th minute, kika is subbed in for salma.

not even three minutes later, kika makes an impact.

aitana passed the ball back to you and you found kika up-top and on-side ready to receive a pass.

you shot the ball towards her and kika headed the ball behind the net, scoring the winning goal.

the team celebrates, but it's you who sprints to her first, lifting her up in a rare display of open joy.

"kika!!!" you screamed in joy as she holds you.

"what a great assist." kika says, focusing on you as the rest of the team joins for a group hug.

"don't give me all of the credit, you made a great header. ugh what a star!" you say.

the rest of the team is smiling in joy seeing the two of you. they're aware that your bond, emotionally, is passed the platonic stage-- but its a sight to see you so radiant and optimistic.

a week later, you invited kika over to your apartment. this is new, considering you never invited any of the barcelona girls over unless there was an event you were throwing.

kika and you were going to bake a few things while watching a new netflix show season that was released.

little did you know, kika was going to ask you something important.

"y/n, can I ask you something?" kika says, sitting down on your soft couch beside you.

you turn your head towards her, giving her a light smile as your eyes twinkled with a tiny bit of fear.

"of course, kika. what's on your mind?" you respond.

"do you ever think about... us? I mean, us being more than just friends?" she says, clenching her teeth together as she is nervous about a possible rejection.

"I do, actually. I've been every-night since the beginning of the season. kika, you're the first person who’s made me feel... alive in a long time." you look at her, the vulnerability in kika's eyes mirroring your own feelings.

kika reaches out, taking your hand in hers. "i feel the same way. you make me feel safe and loved."

"well, would me being your girlfriend make you feel more loved?" you squeeze her hand, a smile spreading across your face as you pull her body towards yours.

"yes it would, can I be your girlfriend?" kika smiles as her head rests inside of your neck.

its not the first time you've cuddled with kika like this, but it feels special now that she is your girlfriend.

"yes my love." you kiss the top of her head softly.

as a year goes by being with your girlfriend, you find yourself opening up more, your grumpiness tempered by kika's unwavering positivity.

kika, in turn, finds strength in your steady and strong presence, knowing she always has someone to lean on.

your teammates, patri claudia and cata in particular, often joke about how kika is the only one who can make you smile so effortlessly--but it's clear to everyone that your love has made you both better, on and off the field.

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