#football coach fanfic

[lainiespicewrites]

Coach Sy Part 5

I'm so sorry this took so long!!! Here it is! I feel like this is all over the place but I kind of just wanted to get a feel of them spending a day together. I love it. And I just wanted to give you guys something while I plan more of this out!! Enjoy.

Warnings: Cursing, Smut!! Oral,(f and M receiving), Mentions of sex

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“So are we gonna talk about that?” I asked, shyly. I was lying with my head on Sy’s shoulder absentmindedly drawing shapes on his chest with my fingertips. 

“Talk about what baby?” He met my gaze, raising an eyebrow. My throat went dry and I flushed trying to find the words to describe what just happened. 

“The way we… you were so…I liked it, a lot! But I’ve only ever read about it being like that, and It's so hot but I didn’t think that it was a natural thing and…No one’s ever been like that with me… God, I sound so stupid.” I groaned, pressing my body closer to his and hiding my face against his chest. Logan chuckled. He ran his fingers through my hair, tightening his grip at the back of my head and tugging softly, letting me know to look up at him. I bit my lip and sat up a little, lifting my eyes to meet his. 

“You’re so fuckin cute,” He leaned down and captured my lips in a gentle kiss. “I’m gonna need you to be a little more specific, baby girl,” He smirked. He knew I was embarrassed about saying it. 

“You’re so…in charge and dominant. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. It’s not much different than when you’re coaching.  I just didn’t expect all of that. The spanking and dirty talk, the manhandling,” I blushed. 

“You like me throwing you around like that?” He went back to slowly dragging his fingertips up and down my spine.  I loved this feeling. He was so warm. And he felt safe. Even after how rough and aggressive he was, He was still loving and gentle and kind and caring. I’d never experienced that with anyone else. Like I knew he was going to take care of me. No matter what it takes. And I didn’t feel so shy anymore. 

“Yeah” I spoke finally, and  pressed my lips to his chest and left a trail of kisses up his neck. He groaned softly. “I liked it a lot.” I smirked when I met his eyes again. 

“What’s gotten into you little girl?” He purred, rolling me onto my back and pinning me to the bed. 

“You, Sy. I’m so stuck on you, I can’t figure out what we’re doing but I don’t want this to end.” He was straddling me now. He sat back on his knees and brushed my hair out of my face, giving me a big smile. 

“This is just the beginning baby, and if I’m being honest,” He paused, looking me over and letting his hand trail down my chest resting it on my hip. “I’m planning on forever baby, I’m not going anywhere.” He bit his lip meeting my eyes again. 

“How can you be so sure?” I asked, feeling my insecurities bubble up again. Logan sat for a second, still straddling me, trying to think. God he was trying to find a way to break it to me gently. Of course it was just pillow talk. Just something you say… He probably didn’t mean it and I was being so ridiculous. 

“Some people say when you know you know.” He explained simply. 

“We’ve only been on one date, Logan,” I chuckled. 

“You wanna know when I knew?” He asked, ignoring my last statement. I smiled softly and nodded. “My second  month teaching. I sent you an email, about a girl in my class I was concerned about. I had to be honest with you. I just wasn’t sure how to pick up on signs of mental health and eating disorders and all that. But I knew something wasn’t right. You remember that?” I nodded. I did. It was an everyday thing answering emails about students that teachers wanted to recommend I speak to or may need further help. So I didn’t think much of it. But he asked if he could come down and talk with me about what to look for as far as when they are troubled. Which was so unexpected. I’ve never forgotten it. 

“I knew that day. You cared so much. You were so detailed. But I really knew when we talked about your friends and people you knew. How personal it was to you. We talked so long I was late to practice.  I understood why you were doing your job. I admired you. But from that day on I wanted to know everything about you. I started finding excuses to drop in. Find reasons to see you. Have lunch with you. It took me over a year to get you where I wanted you baby. This isn’t gonna be some temporary thing.” I sniffled softly. I hadn’t realized I was tearing up. Sy leaned down to kiss me softly. 

“You’re not gonna get bored of me?” I asked. He laughed. Literally belly laughed. 

“What’s there to get bored of baby? I love learning about you, and doing things with you and just being with you. Hell no, I’m not gonna get bored of you, Darlin,” He smiled softly and shifted, holding himself up on his arms and kissing my jaw and down my neck.

“Promise?” I bit my lip softly. He looked up and met my gaze and captured my lips again. 

“I promise sugar. You’re the only woman I want, I know I’ve been laying it on kind of heavy but I just think it’s kinda silly to deny ourselves of something, we’re grown, I know how I feel about ya. I don’t need to waste any more time, sugar.” I kissed him again, holding his face as if in my hands. Smiling softly as I pulled away. 

“Sy, I..” I stared up at him but the words got caught in my throat. I felt it, at least I think I did. I just couldn't say it yet. He pressed his lips to my forehead. 

“I know, baby.” He said, then continued to kiss his way down my body. I felt his hands on my thighs as he pushed them apart. 

“Mm, sy, what are you doing?” I asked keeping my eyes on him. He started to kiss my thighs and the bruises he’d left on my hips. 

“You know what I’m doing baby,” He smirked, biting at the inside of my thigh. I arched my back, moaning softly. “Nope, never gonna get bored of that.” He pressed another kiss to my thigh before he pinned my hips down and attacked his lips to my clit licking and sucking relentlessly. 

“My God Sy!” I moaned pulling at the sheets beneath me as he continued his assault on my clit. He shifted lower licking past my folds pushing his tongue inside me lapping at my juices. “Fuck don’t stop!” I felt him grow against me sending vibrations through me bring me closer to the edge. He hooked his arms under my thighs dragging me closer, holding me against his mouth. I was completely at his mercy. I was shaking, and a complete mess as he fucked me with his tongue. I whimpered letting my head hit the pillow when I finally fell apart against his mouth. He drank in all my juices before pulling away with a smirk. He kisses back up my thighs and stomach and kissed my neck before he laid next to me again. 

“How the hell could I ever get bored of that?” He teased. I bit my lips softly trailing my hand down his chest. 

“Okay you’ve proved your point cowboy,” I pressed my palm flat against his stomach feeling  his muscles tense beneath my finger tips as I slowly dragged my hand further down. Logan grabbed my wrist and stopped me. I whined softly and lifted my eyes to meet his. He chuckled. 

“Easy sugar, I’ll gladly let you return the favor another time. But this was about you baby. It ain’t always gotta be 50/50 sometimes I just wanna please my girl.” He pulled me closer, sliding his hand over my hip to squeeze my ass. 

“But,” I started to protest. 

“Shhh  go to sleep, it’s 2 am baby, you need rest,” He smiled and kissed my head softly pulling my thigh over his waist as I laid my head on his chest. “Good girl,” He mumbled. As he rubbed my back softly. God this man was something else. I couldn’t wait to learn everything about him. 

I woke up to the feeling of a cold wet nose against my hand. And… was that a tongue? 

“Aika” I heard Sy call and then whistle, “Come here, leave her be.” The bed shifted as the dog jumped up laying at the end of the bed as Sy walked in the room. “Don’t be difficult.” He said to her, I tried to hide my giggle as he argued with the dog. Who sneezed at him and laid her head down  resting on the bed. “I heard that,” he smirked. I smiled and sat up stretching a bit. 

“Good morning handsome,” He watched me for a moment. Eyes scanning my body as I let the blanket fall to my waist. 

“Morning trouble,” He smiled leaning in the doorway. Standing there in a pair of black sweats, still shirtless, a cup of coffee in hand. He looked so good. I looked down at the beautiful German shepard laying at the end of the bed. 

“So this is the famous Aika,” I smiled and reached out my hand for her to sniff before scratching her ears. He nodded and walked over holding out the coffee for me to take. I accepted the mug and he smiled sitting beside me on the bed. 

“Yeah, looks like she likes you too. She ran right in here after I fed her, jumped right up next to ya on the bed. Where she knows she’s not supposed to be.” He looked at her sternly. She just stared at him and laid her head on his leg. He chuckled. 

“She’s a sweet girl,” I smiled. I took a sip of coffee and sighed content. I scooted closer, cuddling into his side. He grinned and wrapped an arm around my shoulder. 

“Did you sleep well?” He asked. I nodded resting my head on his shoulder. 

“Mhmm, did you?” I asked. 

“Like a baby,” He smirked. We sat like that for a minute. While I drank my coffee and woke up. Finally after a few minutes we got out of bed and he handed me one of his T-shirts to put on. 

“I have clothes Sy,” I giggled softly. 

“I know, I like it when you wear mine.” He pulled me in by my hips and kissed my forehead. I blushed softly. I slipped on his shirt that just barely fell to the top of my thighs. Logan smirked. “Yep, I like this better.” He said as he followed me out of his bedroom.

“You’re staring at my ass aren’t you?” I laughed. 

“Hell yeah!” He chuckled. We walked out to his kitchen. Sy poured me another cup of coffee and offered to make breakfast. I offered to help but he wouldn’t let me. The second I turned to grab something out of the fridge for him he grabbed me by the waist, lifted me up, and sat me on the counter. 

“Sy!” I pouted trying to hide my giggle. 

“Sit still and let me cook for you,” He scolded before he playfully smacked my thigh. 

“Yes, sir,” I mocked, rolling my eyes. He paused letting his eyes roam again, growling low in his chest. My thighs involuntarily clenched and he smirked. Finally he turned to get the eggs out of the fridge. I don’t know what it was about him. Why do we naturally fit so well? Or Why I trust him so much. Everything about him in moments like this feels so …primal. But At the same time he’s so gentle and intelligent and ..strong. So damn strong. Whatever was starting between us. It was like. Electricity. Or Magnetic. There was some kind of pull. I could sense whenever he was close to me. And it set my senses into overdrive. 

We ate breakfast, just some simple eggs, bacon and toast. Sy let Aika back out to run around the land. She has a doggy door and just comes and goes as she pleases. That makes perfect sense for them. Very low maintenance. Both of them come around to check on each other every now and then. It’s cute honestly. 

“I think I’m gonna shower,” I said when we’d finished breakfast and finished cleaning up the kitchen. I rested my hand on his chest and looked up at him, I could see the mischief in his eyes. 

“You want company?” he smiled softly. I chuckled. 

“Are you gonna behave yourself?” I raised an eyebrow. He just laughed and shook his head. 

“You know I’m not, Sugar.” I rolled my eyes. 

“Come on cowboy,”

As desperately as I wanted him I couldn’t handle anymore after last night. He made sure of it. I turned back just in time to catch his smirk when he saw the slight limp I was walking with. Sly bastard. But, him, I would gladly take care of.

I sank to my knees in front of him in the shower. He smiled down at me brushing my hair back. “You sure about this darlin?” He lifted my chin to look him in the eyes “I don’t wanna hurt ya.”  He said brushing his thumb over my bottom lip. 

“Mmhmm, you promised I could return the favor, and you had no problem being rough with me last night,” I smirked. He growled softly and grabbed my jaw 

“I can’t promise I can control myself baby, can you handle me fucking your little throat sugar?” He had no shame. He stared right and my eyes with that cocky smirk on his face. This man drips confidence. The things I’ve done with him in the last 2 weeks I never knew I would do. But I loved it.  I reached up wrapping my hand around him pumping slowly. He groaned resting his head against the tile. I licked up his length slowly before I took him completely in my mouth I held eye contact and answered him. 

“Don’t hold back, Daddy,” Before finally wrapping my lips around him and taking him all the way to the back of my throat. I started to bob my head slowly. I watched his face and saw something hungry flash in his eyes at my words. He tangled his fingers in my hair pulling it back away from my face and holding it in a ponytail. He started to guide me on his cock moving me faster and pushing himself further down the back of my throat. He moaned cursing, feeling me gag around his head. 

“That’s a good girl. Fuck you take it so well.” He moaned. I pulled back gasping for air. And smiled. 

“That all you got? “ The shower was hitting his chest and flowing down down his abs. He looked like a God from this angle. 

“I don’t wanna hurt you,” His eyes were soft as they held my gaze I gripped his and bit my lip. 

“I trust you Logan, “ That was all it took. He was guiding me back on to his cock and holding my head still. I twirled my tongue around the head and moaned around him and he pulled my hair softy. 

“Fuckin tease. Hold still darlin, Gonna fuck that pretty face.” I hummed sending vibrations around him and tugged at my hair harder. I met his eyes again and he smiled. “That’s my good girl, you like when you I take charge don’t ya?” He moaned and started thrusting into my mouth. His cock hitting the back of my throat everytime. I knew he was enjoying this. I slid my hands up to his stomach and felt his muscles tense under my fingers. He had his eyes closed his head tilted back agaisnt the shower wall and his jaw was slack. I loved making him feel good like this. He didn’t let me take care of him often. I moaned around him he pushed me down further holding me down taking him down my throat. I tried as hard as I could to swallow around him as he held me down. I felt tears stinging around my eyes as he let up and and I pulled back to take a breath coughing hard. “Fuck are you..?”

 I didn’t let him finish his sentence before I had him back in my mouth bobbing my head teasing him with my tongue. He groaned loudly tightening his grip in my hair. “That’s it baby don’t stop.”  He was close. He held me still again thrusting into my mouth erratically. He growled gritting his teeth. “Fuck yes,” he moaned as he released in my mouth. I swallowed it all licking him clean. He shuttered and shook his head with a chuckle before extending his hand to help me back to my feet. He held me close to his while he caught his breath. 

“Was that good?” I bit my looking down at the shower floor. He lifted my chin kissing me passionately. 

“Jesus, baby you are, full of surprises,” He smiled. “Fuckin Incredible.” 

We finished our shower and got dressed for the day. But we’ren’t in a hurry to go anywhere in particular. We stayed cuddled up on his couch all afternoon. Watching some old movies. We talked a bit about nothing in particular. Getting to know each other some more. Although it felt like we already did. This felt really normal. 

“Do you wanna take Aika for a walk with me?” He asked. I think it was almost 5 or 6 o’clock now. I nodded. 

“I’d love that,” I said. He called her in and got her on a leash and we set out down the road. 

“Can I be honest with ya?” He said as we started to walk. 

“Of course you can,” I smiled. 

“This has been one of the best days I’ve had in a long time.” He said. I stopped walking for a moment. 

“But we haven’t really, done anything.” I said. He smiled and took my hand in his and lead me to keep walking with him. 

“I know, but I got to spend good quality time with the woman I care about. That’s all I need.” He squeezed my hand softly. I met his eyes again. 

“I really enjoyed this too. I’m kind of sad that you’ll have to take me home sometime soon.” I admitted. 

“No I don’t,” He stated. “I don’t have anything going on this weekend. I ain’t in no hurry to get you out of here.” 

“No?” I asked “What are you trying to say Sy?” 

“Stay the rest of the weekend with me.” He smiled pulling me closer. I squeezed his hand blushing slightly. 

“Answer something for me first,” I said. 

“Anything,” He said. 

“Are we together now? Am I your girlfriend, I know it’s kind of fast we’ve only been on one date, but the way we’ve been talking. It just seemed like that’s what you’ve been trying to say and..” 

He kissed me softly on the lips. 

“Sugar, I thought I ….Maybe I wasn’t completely clear.” He chuckled. “I want you as long as you’ll have me baby. You’re mine. I wanna take you everywhere with me. Stay with me this weekend?” I smiled and nodded. 

“Yeah, I will” I smiled. He kissed me again and we continued our walk. Back at the house we settled in on the couch again. Cuddled up for another movie. “How are we gonna do this at work, Keep our hands to ourselves, behave?” I chuckled. 

“It’s not like people aren’t expecting it.” He laughed.  I raised an eyebrow. 

“Am I really the only one that didn’t know how you felt all this time?” I asked. 

“I mean… The boys know baby…” He chuckled. I groaned. 

“I’m sorry baby.” I blushed realizing what I said. 

“I’m not, I got you now. I’m not complaining.” We finished our movie and I stretched yawning.  “Tired?”  I nodded. “Come on sweet pea. Lets go to bed.”

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[pedriache]

The story of us — Lamine Yamal.

Pairing: Lamine Yamal x Flick!Reader

Summary: When you and Lamine first met, it was because of a simple mistake. It was sweet and cute, and now you were faced with the task of telling your father about your relationship, or, well, convincing Lamine to agree to it.

Word count: 1.6k+

Disclaimer/s: Outfit read is wearing is in the first pic! Fluff , reader is Hansi Flick’s daughter , teasing , banter , ect.

A/N: Hi! So i’m unfortunately obsessed with the coaches daughter trope. This is ESPECIALLY dedicated to 2/3 @halfwayhearted and 1/3 dedicated to @sakashq . I love you both. Sorry that I gave you towards the end..

When your dad said dress formally… he wasn’t very specific. A dozen dresses and skirts laid out on your bed, each one a different level ranging from casual to fancy. Exhaling a long, annoyed breath, you tap your foot against the wooden floorboard.

Your door clicking open had you groaning. “Dad—“

“This is not.. the bathroom.” A boy’s voice says slowly. Whipping around you are met with a tall, dark, and.. oh lord he was cute.

Your eyebrow lifts teasingly. “Really? What was your first clue?” She recognized him—Lamine. You had known the names of every single Barcelona player, your father made sure of that.

The boy laughs lightly, his head dipping down as a light blush spreads across his cheeks. “Funny.. So—” He trails off, his eyes trailing over the clothes spread across your bed.

“Hold on! I’ll give you directions to the bathroom, but first,“ You step aside, “help me pick? I’m having a bit of trouble choosing.”

Lamine meets your eyes, silently asking for permission to take a closer look. You give him a short nod, your lip curling slightly. He takes a few steps forward, standing at your side and thinks for a moment, taking a few glances at you. “You’re wearing silver jewelry?”

You hum, “yup!”

“Then, the pink top with the white skirt.” He nods to himself. as if to assure himself of the choice.

“Perfect.” You clap your hands together. Grabbing the set, you turn towards him. “Bathroom is literally two doors back, on the left side.”

Lamine laughs, “I overshot?”

“Yes, Lamine, you did.”

His name leaving your lips not only had a weird feeling growing in his stomach, it also had his eyebrows pulling together. “You know my name?”

Your eyes move from side to side, “uh… yeah? My dad is about to be your coach, is he not?”

Lamine stumbles over his words, “well—I—okay. True. He never told us your name, though.” He cocks his head to the side with a grin.

You tell him your name and he tests it out on his tongue, hating the way he loved how it rolled off so easily. “That’s a cool name.” Lamine internally slaps himself. Cool? Seriously?

You clasp a hand over your mouth, hiding the smile that almost accompanied a laugh at the painful look that crossed his face. Removing your hand, you nudge your head to the door. “Bathroom?”

His eyes widen, “uh, yep! Yeah, thank you! Again.”

“You didn’t thank me the first time.”

“Right.”

Lamine gives you two thumbs up, his nervous smile falling instantly. A small giggle bubbles in your throat and he takes that as his cue to leave, fast.

When you finish dressing, you slip on your small heels and exit your bedroom. The dining room was packed full of people when you arrived, taking you a bit by surprise. While you searched the room for your parents, your sisters hadn’t come, too busy with their lives and leaving you all alone—you stumble into the back of someone.

“Oh shit—“ You hiss, “i’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay,” the mans voice was familiar, as if you heard it only ten minutes ago.

Great.

“Wow! Humiliating ourselves in front of each other twice in ten minutes, good for us.” You pat his shoulder, eyes drifting to the people beside him who were observing the two of you curiously.

Héctor Fort, Alejandro Balde, and Pau Cubarsí. Wow! You just humiliated yourself in front of so many people. Great going.

“Uh, this is Flick’s daughter.” Lamine explains, “long story. Don’t ask.” He adds when he received more questioning looks.

You give them a short wave, introducing yourself. They do the same, although you didn’t need them to. “It was nice to meet you all, but I better go find my dad!”

Scurrying off, you approach your dad. “I just absolutely embarrassed myself in front of so many people. Remind me again just why I had to attend?”

Hansi looks down in your direction, “we already talked about this. I’m sure it wasn’t that bad—where is your mother?”

Huffing, you nod your head in her direction. “Talking to one of the wives.”

“Perfect, now.. go converse.” He waves you in a random direction, “just have fun. Okay?”

“Fun?” You grumble as he places a kiss to the top of your head.

“Fun.” He nods, walking off to find his wife.

When the dinner was finally over and you’d exhausted yourself with bare minimum conversations, you make your way toward the balcony that overlooked your back lawn. The cool night air brushed against your shoulders.

Letting out a long breath, your eyes flutter shut. The moment of peace you’d been wanting all night had finally arrived.

Or not.

“May I join you?”

Opening your eyes, you turn your head to look at Lamine. “Sure, why not.” You say quietly.

Lamine stands beside you, not speaking thankfully—not that you would’ve minded, but it was nice to have some quiet time.

Minutes pass before either of you speak. You initiate it, not looking at him, “so.. thoughts?”

“On what?”

“I dunno, the house, my dad.. anything, I guess.” You shrug, twirling around so your back was leaning against the railing.

Lamine rests his hip against it, giving you an amused smile. “Your house is, well, fancy. And your dad is scary, but funny.” He answers truthfully.

You snicker, finding it funny how everyone who met your dad thought he was scary. Hansi—your father, was quite the opposite. Maybe it was just because you were his daughter, but your dad did have quite the humor when he wanted to.

“My dad is the least scary person in the world. If he was, you wouldn’t be out here alone with me. He would’ve been right behind you.” You nod toward the balcony door. “I promise he’s a chill guy.”

“You’re only saying that because he’s your dad.” Lamine counters. He believed you, but he couldn’t help but doubt it when he saw the mans resting face.

Your name being shouted interrupts your conversation. You glance in the voices direction, seeing your mother’s head pop out of the door. “Your father’s about to make his.. speech.” She looks toward Lamine, eyebrow raising. “You’ll be needed too, Lamine.”

“We’ll be in soon!” You call back, silently begging for her to leave. She does, giving you a knowing look that you scowl at.

“Okay, we should probably go.” You say slowly, taking a few steps away from the railing, “but, hey—“

Lamine pauses mid step, glancing at you. “Yeah?”

“Could I get your number?” Your face grows a bright red, “that was far too direct. I just.. well you seem cool.”

The boy laughs, “yeah, of course. Here.” He reaches for his phone in his back pocket and hands it to you, allowing you to type your number in and save your contact.

“Text me sometime, i’m pretty much always available. New country and all..” You continue walking to the door, Lamine close in tow.

Months had passed, five long months. Lamine had texted you the day after he got your number and you had never stopped talking. You started hanging out regularly, which eventually progressed into his asking you out.

You’d been dating for a few weeks, and in those weeks you’d tried to convince Lamine that it would be okay to tell your dad, that he wouldn’t mind, but he had his doubts.

Sitting on the couch at Lamine’s parent’s house, one of the few places you could be together without the eyes of the public on you. Your head rested on his shoulder with his arm wrapped around you.

“Lamine.” You rub your temples, “he literally adores you! If I’m being honest, he probably likes you more than me. So please, I hate hiding this from him.”

Contemplating for a moment, he finally lets pit a sigh of defeat. “Okay! Okay. Fine, but if he sells me to a different club, it’s your fault.”

Laughing, you tilt your head up. “You’re my dad’s little starboy, he’s not selling you to anyone.” You tease, your lips pulling into a smirk.

Rolling his eyes at you, Lamine tips his head closer, lips inches from yours. “You are so annoying.” He grumbles, pecking your lips sweetly.

“Yeah, well, you love that about me.” You greet his lips in a small kiss, only pulling away to grab your phone. “Diner at parents tonight?”

“Tonight?” Lamine’s eyes widen. “Hell no.”

“Hell, yes! Actually.” You laugh, “dress nicely.”

You forced Lamine through the front door, your hand gripping his tightly. “Get in! You’re acting like you can’t walk.”

“Yeah, well, i’m sort of paralyzed in fear. No thanks to you.” He hisses, scowling when he sees the entertained look on your face.

“Is that you, Engel? [angel]” Your dads voice calls out from the living room.

“Yeah!” You yell back, turning to lamine to whisper, “I may have forgotten to mention you were my boyfriend.”

Lamine has no time to react when your dad walks out of the living room entrance to greet you. A sweat breaks out on the boys forehead when his coaches eyes land on him.

“Lamine? What are you doing here…” He stops speaking slowly, eyes flickering to you with something a little less than surprise, but something near it. “Huh.” He nods. “Well, dinners almost ready. You can go to the dining room.”

Mild reaction, expected reaction.

“Perfect! I’m starving.” You squeeze Lamine’s hand and pull him toward the kitchen, trying not to comment on the absolute fear written across his face.

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[bbymunsonx]

The Last Time (Ted's Version)

Chapter Two

chapter warnings: language, implied sexual content

word count: 1.3k

Rebecca Welton: Good Evening, Ted. I do hope you've had a safe flight. I have sent over one of my drivers to meet you at the terminal. He will drive you to your flats. The three of you will receive three envelops with keys to your respective flats. We will see you lot tomorrow bright and early. 

Ted Lasso: Thank you, boss! Sweet dreams. 

***

As we got off of the plane, the atmosphere immediately felt different. This felt like the perfect place for a fresh start. The air felt clearer, the people seemed nicer, and even better, no one here knew me. Not yet. 

As the three of us were walking through the airport, there was a gentleman standing there with a sign that read "Lasso et al" 

"Do ya'll think that's for us or do you guys think there's another Lasso around here somewhere?" Ted giggled. 

"If there's another Lasso around here, God help us all," I joked back. 

"Hiya, Sir. Were you sent by a Ms. Rebecca Walton?" Ted asked the man.

"The one and only. My name is Ollie, I'm going to take you to your flats." Ollie reached out his hand and made sure to shake all of our hands. 

Getting into the car was an absolute nightmare. It completely slipped my mind that everything was backwards. Coach Beard sat in the front seat with Ollie while Ted sat with me in the back. Ted kept trying to make polite small talk with Ollie but all I could focus on was the scenery of England. Being born and raised in Wichita, I didn't really get to see the world. But England was beautiful. 

After a twenty minute drive and Ted getting to know every nitty gritty detail of Ollie's life, we finally arrived to our flats. Ollie had to drop us off a little further away from the flats, since the flats were tucked away in a little side street. 

"Jesus Christ, this looks just like a Hallmark Christmas movie," my jaw was hanging open. The little side street was filled with shops and restaurants. There was even a pub that was filled to the brim called Crown and Anchor. 

Ollie gave the three of us envelops with our names on it. 

Lacy Waston

11B

Our flat keys had come with two sets of keys. One to an outer door and another to our actual flat door. The three of us strolled down the beautiful street until we found the door that said 11. 

"Alrighty, let's take a look at what we've got going on in here." Ted took his key out and opened the door. Inside was a perfectly sized foyer with three doors. A door to the left, Ted's flat. A door to the right, Beard's flat. And a door straight ahead, which was my flat. 

"Goodnight, guys," Coach Beard was already inside of his flat with his door slammed shut. A giggle escaped me. That man is always sleeping. 

"Do you wanna come inside for a minute?" Ted offered. 

"Wow, Ted. I would ask you to buy me a drink first but I guess I'll make a one time exception." I felt my cheeks get hot. Shit. Why am I flirting with him? 

"Actually, two time." Ted corrected. "If my memory serves correctly, you slept in my bed last night."

"Alright, Coach Lasso, let's not get too cocky." I smiled. Butterflies pooled in my stomach as I heard his breath hitch when I called him 'Coach Lasso'.  

The two of us desperately need to get some sleep, I thought. 

Ted opened his flat and motioned for me to go in before him. These flats were beautifully decorated. 

Ted and I walked into the kitchen, where he put his backpack down and immediately went searching in it. 

"Where'd ya go?" He mumbled to himself before screaming, "AH HA!" 

"You've got to be kidding me." I scoffed as Ted pulled out a jar of peanut butter from the depths of his backpack and immediately took the lid off and placed it on the counter. 

"Now it's home." He smiled. 

"Well on that note, I'm gonna go take a look at my place. I was thinking about maybe checking out that pub that's down the street. You wanna come?" Please say yes. Please say yes. 

"That's alright. I'm gonna call my boy and then probably go to bed. But you have a goodnight, Lacy Loo. Big day tomorrow." He flopped himself down on the couch and got his phone out to call his son. 

"Goodnight, Teddy." Teddy? Lacy Loo? Where the fuck did that come from?

I let myself out of his flat before opening the door of my own flat. My eyebrows raised as I was staring at the flight of steps that were before me. God, I love being upstairs. 

Other than the flight of stairs, my flat looked almost identical to Ted's. Maybe just a little cuter because it's mine. As I placed my backpack on the counter, a singular tear escaped my eye. Maybe everything will end up being okay. 

***

All I want to do is go to sleep, given I have a very important day ahead of me tomorrow, but the last thing my body will allow me to do is sleep. 

After freshening up a bit, I decided to head down to the bar. After stopping in the foyer for a minute, I could hear Ted's deep accent through the door, most likely talking to his wife. After a deep exhale, I left and headed down the street. 

Fairy lights littered the streets as people were walking back and forth. Even though it was late at night, there were still people walking the streets, conversing and having a good time. This area made me feel safe in a way Wichita never did. 

I opened the door to the bar and stepped in. It seemed like most of the people had left for the evening, but there were still about fifteen to twenty people in there. There were three men sitting at the bar with their eyes glued to me as soon as I entered the door. There was another man sitting at the other end of the bar with his hood up, quietly having a drink. I'd rather sit next to the loner than the guys that wouldn't take their eyes off of me. 

I sat a seat away from the loner, not trying to intrude. An older woman came up to me and asked me what I'd like to drink. "I'll just have a Guinness, please."

"Oh wow. Not from around here, eh?" the woman responded which made me chuckle. 

"That obvious, huh?  I'm here for work." 

"Well, it's nice to meet you. I'm Mae." She reached her hand out across the bar, which I then shook. 

"Lacy." 

"Welcome to London, Lacy. That Guinness will be right up." Mae smiled. 

"Put that on my tab, will ya, Mae?" The loner said to Mae which made me head whip around to look at him. Whoever he was, he had a really thick accent. One that was more unique compared to Ollie and Mae. 

"As you wish," Mae winked. 

"You don't have to do that." I insisted. 

"Nah, it's alright. I'm hoping if I keep buying ya drinks that I'll get lucky." He smirked. What a prick...

"I don't even know you." I scoffed. 

"I'm Jamie. Now you know me." 

That night I got to know Jamie all too well. He bought me a few drinks, and unfortunately I just proved his point. He did get lucky. It was my first night in a new country and I wanted to be messy, sue me. 

It all backfired when I discovered that he was the star player of the team I was working for... and he had a girlfriend. 

Fuck. 

authors note: hmmmm chapter 2 and the main character already slept with Jamie lol oops but now we get to see jealous ted yummy. also! I just wanna put out there that not everything is gonna be completely accurate. especially the whole set up with the flats. I just wanted to make that my own and have fun with it. xo 

[blueplanet22]

TED LASSO - SEASON 4, EPISODE 1 (Script fic) 🎬⚽️

A season that started with high hopes is already falling apart.

Three managers. Zero wins. A locker room that won’t hold together.

Rebecca Welton has made a lot of bold choices in her time. But this one?

This one might be the riskiest yet.

Because when the flight lands at Heathrow, it’s not just about who’s coming back.

It’s about who’s arriving for the first time.

And Richmond? Richmond isn’t ready.

It all starts here.

FADE IN: INT. HEATHROW AIRPORT - TERMINAL 5 - DAY The usual business traveler chaos. SUITS and BRIEFCASES move in practiced patterns through the arrivals hall. Suddenly, the ordered flow breaks— QUICK CUTS of travelers stepping aside, briefcases jerking away, coffee cups teetering. LOW ANGLE on a pair of UNTIED RED CONVERSE, moving with controlled chaos through the crowd. They stop, start, weave—a dance all their own. TRACK WITH the shoes to reveal an oversized BACKPACK bouncing above them. Patches and pins flutter: a small ARGENTINE FLAG, a worn MARADONA sticker, a plush FOOTBALL dangling from the zipper. The bag's too big for its unseen owner. TILT DOWN to the Converse again as they pick up speed— BAM! They screech to a halt in front of polished SECURITY BOOTS. ANGLE ON the SECURITY GUARD (50s), looking down at someone we still can't see. SECURITY GUARD No running in the terminal. (beat) Where are your parents? The sound of CLICKING HEELS approaches rapidly. KEELEY JONES hurries into frame, slightly out of breath but perfectly put together. KEELEY So sorry! Bloody London traffic. (to the guard) It's alright, I'm from Richmond AFC. We've got it sorted. She looks down at our mystery arrival, her face softening. KEELEY (CONT'D) How was your flight, love?

Richmond AFC has seen its share of surprises.

This one’s just getting started.

📖 Read the full script here

🔹 No spoilers. Let’s see who figures it out first.

[maxineholtzmann]

what's all this talk about love? - now complete on ao3!

Rating: Mature

Relationship: Chrissy Cunningham/Nancy Wheeler

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - No Upside Down (Stranger Things), Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Alternate Universe - Runaway Bride,This is very loosely based on Runaway Bride, Lesbian Nancy Wheeler, Gay Eddie Munson, Past Chrissy Cunningham/Eddie Munson, Past Jason Carver/Chrissy Cunningham, Past Chrissy Cunningham/Gareth, Platonic Soulmates Chrissy Cunningham & Eddie Munson, Mechanic!Chrissy, mechanic!Eddie, journalist!nancy, Priest!Gareth, Asshole Jason Carver, Technically there is Chrissy/Steve, But they're both comphet-ing super duper hard the whole time, Eventual Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Discussions of and allusions to domestic violence, high school football coach!steve

Word Count: 19,345

Chapters: 3/3

written as a birthday gift (finished deeply belated) for @hexiewrites!

Chapter One Snippet:

Nancy handed over the can of hairspray, extending her other hand. “Nancy Wheeler,” she said as the other woman accepted her extended hand, shaking it.

“Chrissy Cunningham,” she said, smiling wide. “What brings you to Hawkins, Nancy Wheeler?”

No way. Absolutely no way was this tiny peppy sprite of a woman the calculating serial heartbreaker Jason Carver made her out to be. She barely looks like she could kill a mosquito let alone leave three men at the altar!

Nancy cleared her throat. “Actually, you do.”

Chrissy withdrew her hand, backing up. “What do you mean?”

“I’m a journalist from Chicago–” Nancy started.

“ –you met Jason didn’t you? God, why can’t he just leave me alone?” Chrissy looked up at the ceiling, visibly tensing.

“I’d really like to sit down with you and get your side of the story if you have time this weekend–”

“Absolutely not. My life is not some salacious story for whatever cut rate tabloid you work for, Wheeler,” Chrissy said coldly, fury overtaking her expression. “‘ My side of the story?’ You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.”

read the rest on ao3

[sugarcube-stillabookworm]

hardcore football fans (as in: average Dude type) should read and write a lot more fanfiction methinks. great to play out your absolutely correct opinions on How Things Should Have Gone Actually and nice way to process Big Emotions. they seem to have a lot of those

[pitchsidestories]

look at us now (2) II Renée Slegers x Reader

romantic masterlist | platonic masterlist | part 1 | word count: 1695

summary: the team tries to figure out if Renée and reader are in a relationship or just friendly with each other. requested

author's note: hi everyone, we hope you enjoy the fanfic as much as part one. 🫶🏻🫶🏻

disclaimer: Everything in this fanfiction is purely fictional and nothing corresponds to reality.

Rekindling your relationship with Renée had brought back the same feelings that you had when you dated her back in Sweden. Everything was easy with Renée. You felt safe and secure, loved and cared for. And you loved taking care of her too by making sure she didn’t work until late at night and took enough breaks. The only difference to back then was that this time you decided to keep it a secret.

It should have been easy. You two were professionals after all. But seeing Renée so deflated after Arsenal just lost to Chelsea, made it really hard not to walk over and put your arms around her.

As if she was looking for your closeness, she appeared next to you in the tunnel.

“We were so close.”, she sighed.

You gently put your hand on her upper arm, trying your best to stay positive: “Don’t be upset. It was a good game.”

“I’m not upset. Our team did well but what am I going to tell them? They will be sad and disappointed because of the loss…”

You studied her for a moment, unsure if she was actually talking about your team or herself.

“You’ll find the right words, Renée. You’re never at a loss for words.”, you smiled gently.

Renée didn’t answer. She turned towards the pitch, making sure that no one could see the two of you hidden in the dark hallway leading towards the dressing rooms. And then she kissed you.

It was quick and grateful. A small gesture to let you know that she was happy to have you in her corner.

When you pulled away, you quickly realised that you weren’t alone anymore.

The Chelsea coach passed by, her assistant by her side and to your surprise she winked at you.

“I think your players are looking for you two.“, she said with her strong French accent.

“Oh… uhm , thanks.”, you stammered, the shock of being caught still lingering.

She left with a knowing smile on her lips: “De rien.”

“I think what she wanted to say was you’re welcome. Come on, the girls need us.”, Renée grinned, seemingly unbothered by the interaction and dragged you with her back towards the pitch.

“Hope you have some ideas for your speech now.“, you laughed.

“I do.”

Before Renée could gather the team, Kim came up to you. She frowned, holding herself like she carried the weight of the world on her shoulders. You weren’t sure if you had ever seen your captain so devastated.

“I’m sorry, coach. I don’t know why I tried to stop Lauren James in the penalty area.”, she apologized, her voice steady but not free of frustration.

Your heart ached for your captain.

“It happens and it’s okay. You were trying to help the defence out. Yes, maybe we lost the match today but also showed that we can keep up with Chelsea. And this is what we should take away from this game.”, Renée said patiently as more and more players formed a circle around you.

Leah clapped her hands with a determined face: “That’s right. We get up and learn from it. Next time, we’ll beat them.”

“Exactly that.”, Renée nodded. The blonde defender's words of encouragement seemed to lighten the load on the players' shoulders a little. Only one footballer looked completely miserable.

As you whispered in Kim’s ear, you hugged her gently:” Don’t be too hard on yourself, Kimmy.”

“I’ll try to.”, she replied with an unhappy smile.

“Promise?”

‘Sure,’ the captain shrugged before making her way to the changing room. It was heartbreaking to see her in this state.

On another evening you attended your first dinner with the team. Between the starters and the main course, Alessia asked you something private, to which you laughed awkwardly.

Reprovingly you clicked your tongue: “Alessia.”

“What I was asking you a simple question.”, she answered, sounding quite innocent.

“That’s not a question that belongs here.”, you stated.

The blonde immediately protested not without a smile:” If you’re seeing anyone? But you know everything about us.”

“Just because you tell her a lot about yourself doesn't mean she has to.”, Renée came to your aid.

With a teasing smile on your lips, you added: “And I never asked you to share everything with me. And I mean literally everything.”

“Hey, why are you looking at me while you said that?!”, Kyra pouted.

“Because I really don’t need to know what you’ve for breakfast. Every day.”, you chuckled.

The Australian midfielder couldn't help but burst out laughing too:” A girl likes to yap, okay?”

“Everyone here knows.”, Steph assured her, patting her lightly on the shoulder.

Caitlin, who was sitting next to them, confirmed it.

You needed a moment for yourself, so you went to the dimly lit restaurant’s bathroom, your girlfriend followed a few minutes later.

There was an amused twinkle in her brown eyes:” Our players are very interested in your love life.”

“I don’t know why though.”, you sighed as she hugged you from behind.

In a sincere tone Renée retorted: “Me neither.”

“When can we go to your place?”, you asked your girlfriend longingly.

“Not yet. They might notice.”

“Maybe we should leave around different times? So, it’s not too obvious.”, you suggested. co

The brunette thought about it for a second, then announced: “Good idea. I’ll leave first.”

After Renée was gone, Beth noticed: “Coach left early.”,

“You know her, there’s always work.”, you waved it off.

“And she likes to be prepared.”, Leah continued.

With a glance at the clock, you realized:” But it’s also late, girls.”

“Don’t say you’re going too.”, Kyra looked at you with big eyes.

“Yes, I am. Bye everyone.”, you told the players.

As soon as you were out of sight, Beth turned excitedly to her teammates: “Girls, did you notice how long the farewell hug was between Renée and our new assistant coach?”

“You’re overinterpreting here, Beth.”, Stina countered.

Quickly, Alessia disagreed: “I think she has a point.”                                 

“Oh, please.”, the Swede rolled her eyes.

“But she didn’t want to talk about it either.”, the English striker reminded the fellow blonde.

A smile lit up Leah's face when she admitted: “Yes, that was suspicious.”

Stina shook her head: “They’ve been over it for a long time.”

“If you say so…”, Beth shrugged, ending the conversation but the sparkle in her eyes was evidence enough that she wasn’t ready to drop the topic yet.

A week later, Arsenal faced Manchester City. The game was chaotic and all over the place. You could barely stay in your seat watching your players move around the pitch. Subconsciously, you cringed. Finally, you had enough. You got up and joined Renée on the sideline.

“Oh, I can’t look. This is turning into a basketball game, no midfield to be seen.”, you complained to her, desperately pointing towards your defensive and central midfielders trying to gain control of the game.

You could tell that Renée followed the game with growing concern but she turned towards you and joked: “If it was basketball, they would use their hands, y/n.”

You rolled your eyes and bit back in smile.

“Yes but still, where is our midfield? Get Lia on.”

Renée who had turned back to watch the game only glanced at you this time: “Calm down.”

“I am calm.”, you replied without taking your eyes off of your girlfriend.

“Good.”

Discussion over. You both focused back on the game.

The minutes passed and nothing changed. Finally, Renée gave in and called Lia over to be subbed in. You both shared a look before she entered the pitch. You raised your eyebrow to signal your girlfriend that you had told her so, to which Renée responded with a playful roll of her eyes.

With Lia on, the game started to stabilise. But still, it went back and forth between both teams. When the final whistle blew, Arsenal was one goal ahead, winning the game 3:4.

You snuck up to Renée and grinned at her: “See? Getting Lia in was a good idea.”

“Yes, but it wasn’t only that sub.”, she said cooly, still staring out on the pitch and reflecting on the game.

“Of course not.”

Renée finally looked at you and nodded once: “But important three points.”

“Yes, we got a lot to take away from it too for when we play them again in a few days.”

“Yes, a lot of work for us.”, Renée agreed.

“We can do that.”

“I’m sure.” Renées face softened and a smile tugged on her lips as she dragged you along with her towards the player’s tunnel. She kissed you in the safety of the darkness as she so often did after games.

All of a sudden you felt the eyes of your players on you and began to clear your throat nervously: “Uhm Renée the team is staring at us.”

“What?”, your girlfriend followed your gaze with an alarmed look on her face.

Barely audible you whispered:”I think they saw the kiss.”

“Oh no.”, Renée began to curse.

With a proud smile on her lips Beth turned to her teammates:” I told you so, I was right girls!”

“They’re so cute.”, Alessi chirmed much to your surprise.

An amused chuckle escaped your lips:” You know that we can hear you, right?”

“Yes, we do.”, Leah smirked.

Renée ran her fingers through her hair flustered, trying to take her players’ minds off the kiss: “We should give our thanks to our travelling fans.”

“Come on, coach. It’s fine. You don’t have to distract.”, Beth assured the Dutch woman.

The England captain quickly added: “Yeah, we’re glad to see you this happy.”

Without words, Renée picked up Beth, while both started to laugh out loud.

“I think you can tell that she’s happy.”, you remarked smiling.

A teasing grin played around your girlfriend’s lips: “Oh, can you? But yes, I am What about you, love?”

“Our team won, and I got a gorgeous woman on my side. I can’t complain.”, you replied cheerfully.

And this much was true, if you looked at the two of you now, you wouldn’t change a thing.

[nightbutterfly09]

I saw this on my page, and I was like, I must deliver. This is such a good ideaaa 😭

(Im working on three different fanfics, save me TvT)

Thank you @keyhai 🩷

// I also paid attention to your comment under the post //

How cute~

When Sae arrived at his new home at thirteen the new school, the dorm building seemed huge. Heck, the whole of Spain seemed monumental compared to Kanagawa. The prefecture he knew so well. He couldn't exactly comprehend how he’d be studying, living and practicing here. 

It was hard at first. Getting to know his age group, his new teammates who were all a little older than him. Sometimes he was close to giving up. Occasionally his Spanish teacher had to consol the little boy. That old man was his only hope. The only parent-figure he could keep in touch with. 

The only person who could understand him. Without that stupid language barrier he learned to hate.

All the bullying he received as a child. Just because he is younger and japanese. He learned how cruel the world is.

Everything changed when he saw a taller girl rush across the hallway. A football and a sports bag in hand. Sae scoffed. “She must be late for practice… slacker” or so he thought.

A sense of familiarity hit him. Clueless why. He definitely hasn't seen you in school, nor at the dorms. What he did know, was that she seemed to be much older.

A week later the Re Al football teams got together to say bye to a retiring coach. Sae has learned that it's a custom to show up to the retirement party for everyone who plays in the club regardless of age, time spent there, or whether or not they knew the person in question.

For Sae Coach Emiliano said nothing. He didn't know him, nor did he hear about the old man. Ever. Each group dressed in their respective jerseys gathered around the man. Sae didn't understand how could people adore this Emiliano, if he has never ever heard his name before. Surely if he was an important figure he’d know.

“Do you want some cookies?” A girl looked down at him. Not much taller, just, maybe a tiny bit. Fine, who is he kidding. She was towering over him. 

He saw how you looked at him. It was a gentle gaze. Not one he is used to. He had no idea what you just said. He understood that you asked him if he wanted something. It was above him to know the word cookie. 

“Yo! Y/N El idiota no tiene idea de lo que estás diciendo! El es japones.” //Yo! Y/N The idiot has no idea what you're saying! He's Japanese.// A guy around your age shouted. He didn't need to understand everything to hear the mean tone in between. He was totally looking down on him. Like everyone. “Oh, sorry, then do you know english?” You smiled.

You smiled. 

Smile?

That guy just told you how he is an idiot and all that. But instead of the usual racism and downgrading, you smiled. At him.

He felt his heart skip a beat. His eyes met yours and they lingered for a while. He saw that you were getting nervous by just staring at each other so he quickly had to say something. “Not the best.. but I know more.”

“That's wonderful! Don't listen to Rodrigo, he doesn't know what he’s talking about. One time, he slammed the ball into the coach’s head- “ you laughed. “He got punished for 3 weeks straight.” 

Your laughter struck a chord within his heart. What was this feeling? He didn't mind being with you even if you were speaking way too fast. He did understand what you found funny though.

Maybe there is a hint of light within the world.

~~~~~~~~

Days passed. You two got closer. Started meeting more due to your training regimen changing. The girls team played at the same time with his team, just across from them. 

With his translator in tow they finally arrived to the court. It was time for practice to start.

His eyes occasionally drifted to the other team. You were captivating. You mainly passed the ball around. You also looked to be a midfielder. 

He hates that position. He wanted to be a striker all along. Hell, even his promise with Rin is about being a striker, but the coach thought this would suit him best. “I’ll show him, I can be a stiker if I want to, I’ll hog all the goals” or so he thought. 

But as he watched you play maybe it wasn't that bad. Maybe passing it around, knowing who is in the best position is maybe more attractive than taking all the glory.

Plus, a striker has to be loved by all. Which he isn't. Or so he's told. “Sae! Coach wants you guys to watch the girls play. They have a training match in 20 minutes!” His translator informed. He nodded and went to the other court. Not that he wasn't already looking at you.

Throughout the whole match you were captivating. Not only for him but many of his teammates found themselves focusing on you.

That was how he fell in love- With the midfielder position. naturally..

~~~~~~

Days of knowing each other became weeks. Later became months. Even years. Years of staying in contact. 

Just like how silent stares, occasional greetings, shared laughs, smiles, nods at each other made your relationship somewhat questionable.

These stolen moments eventually became stolen kisses. They lasted for a moment in public, but when you started going on dates, sharing food and all of the above it all became clear to Sae.

He fell in love. With his senior.

“This is a joke Y/N” he sighed tiredly as you tried feeding him like a little boy. “Come on! Don't be a party pooper, come, say aah~” 

“I am not a child dumbass!” he scoffed and grabbed the fork. “Eat” as he nudged it towards you.

“Oh come on, you are shorter! You can't feed me!!” What logic even is that… not that it mattered. When you were with each other, making sense wasn't always important. Or so he learned.

“Just was. You live in the past mi vida” he flirted. True, as the years passed he became more attractive. You started looking at him differently. Eventually he was more than a younger student. Someone you should help and support. He became someone you could find solace in. “I do not-” but as you opened your mouth the cake found its way to it. 

It was yummy. The fruits and the cream balanced each other so well. Wasn't too sweet, but not too sour.

He saw how much you liked it and couldn't help but also take a bite. From the same fork. /Indirect kiss- your brain interrupted the moment/

“You know, I used to hate Spain. The language, the city, the people, even soccer for a while.. but maybe it's not so bad afterall.” “Think of it this way, if you weren't here, you’d never know me” you grinned. 

“True, although… sometimes I think that’d be less troublesome” “Stop being mean!!!” You whined.

He chuckled. “Come on, eat the rest of this” he said as he pushed the plate closer to you. “Only if I can feed you!” “No” “Come on! Just one bite!!” You squint your eyes in a pout.

“Fine, but only because I’ll never hear the end of it otherwise.” he blushed and sighed. 

He bit down the fork you placed to his mouth and slowly leaned back. “How cute~” he blushed. But it's whatever. Your giggle meant more to him than stupid cake. “I am not 13 anymore Y/N.” He retorted and looked down at the cake.

You took a bite from the cookie on the side. Galleta. It was pretty funny to him. You probably didn't ponder about this. Nor did you remember your first question towards him. But to him, that sentence was life changing.

…Well not the cookies, but you get the point.

Coming to Spain was worth it. The hours of studying was worth it. Interacting with others was worth it. Saying bye to his childish self, was worth it.

That's how Spanish lessons became important. How feelings crept up within him. How he learned about others. And about himself. How he fell more in love with soccer. Maybe at the end of the day, the language barrier has one tiny advantage. Maybe being “special” or out of place within a country isn't always so terrible.

The world may have changed at 13. But change, isn't always a synonym for bad.

[lucy90712]

I saw that you requests was open, could you mby do a Hector fanfic 💋 ty xx

Football has been part of my life for as long as I remember my older brothers have always played so from birth I was taken to matches to watch them play. As soon as I was able to I played too and I was good at least people told me I was I developed so quickly as a player that I was put into boys teams under the advice of my coaches so that I could continue to develop. That's when my life really changed after one particularly good match my parents were approached by someone from Barcelona's academy offering me a place there. Of course I wanted to go but it was a tough decision for my parents letting their little girl go to play football when there is no guarantees of making it but I begged them enough to convince them so at 10 I went to La masia. 

La masia is the best place in the world or at least I always thought it was for a kid who loved football getting to play almost everyday while still doing school was the best thing ever. It was there that I met all my friends all of the girls were close as there wasn't as many of us but we also made friends with the guys like Hector, Lamine and Pau. They were rough but they made us all better players and I like to think playing with players who have made it now like Lamine made me a better striker. At just 16 I started to play for the women's b team which was a fantastic experience my first few games were tough but then I figured it out and since I've been scoring goals consistently most matches. 

During my time at La masia I got really close to Hector we used to play together after school I'd try and beat him to score goals which helped us both practice our skills one on one. That innocent childish relationship changed as we got older we both developed feelings for each other which Hector was brave enough to admit so from that moment we've been together. That happened when we were 15 and now we are both 18 and still happily together. Throughout that time we were the power couple of La masia the star striker and defensive protégée of the academy. Then Hector started playing for the first team while I stayed with the academy and for a while that hurt. Watching him do so well with the first team was amazing and I love watching him live his dream but it did hurt deep down as I was still stuck playing for the b team. 

Hector has been great at encouraging me he still comes to all of my games that he can make and celebrates every goal like it's my best or likes it's the champions league final. He will practice with me and he makes Lamine train with me so I can learn from him too. That's all nice but the best thing he does for me is just be there when another match goes by that I don't get called up for he is there to comfort me if I cry or to listen if I need to vent. Even when the men's team is winning and doing well he can put that behind him and be there for me which is one of Hector's best qualities. He believes in me more than I do sometimes so it's his support that keeps me going and his encouragement that keeps me motivated to keep going and keep proving that I'm worthy of a chance. 

After training today I stayed behind to practice for longer which is when the manager of the first team came out to the pitch and walked in my direction. I panicked thinking I wasn't supposed to be out on the pitch but when he got closer I saw he had a smile on his face which calmed me down a bit. 

"Just the person I've been looking for y/n it's nice to meet you" he said 

"It's nice to meet you too coach" I said 

"I have some news I think you'd like to hear it's been a long time coming but I'm going to call you up for this game this weekend" he said 

"Thank you so much I appreciate the opportunity I won't let you down" I said

"I don't doubt you'll be amazing we have training tomorrow at 9 I expect you to be there" he said 

"Of course I'll be there" I said 

Suddenly I no longer wanted to train I just wanted to go and tell Hector he didn't have training today and I told him I'd come over when I finished training. I made sure to call my parents and tell them the good news they were incredibly proud of me but they couldn't make the game as they are both out of town for work. My brothers were the next people I told and they promised they'd try and make it to the game but I know they won't be there they never are they are jealous that I'm the one with the football career and they have to work normal jobs. Their jealousy doesn't bother me anymore I have plenty of people who care about me and are proud of my achievements. The person I really care about is Hector and I know he'll be over the moon for me and I can't wait to tell him. The drive to Hector's felt like an age but eventually I got there and I ran up to the door jumping around on the spot waiting for Hector to open the door. 

"Hey love I wasn't expecting you here yet" Hector said 

"I was going to stay late but I just had to come here and tell you something" I said beaming 

"What is it?" He asked 

"I'm being called up to the first team for the match this weekend and I'll be training with them all this week" I said 

He didn't say anything he just picked me up and spun me round while kissing all over my face. Once he put me down he told me how proud he was and he promised me he'd be at the game whether I played or not he said he wouldn't dare miss my first game. I was there for his first game with the first team and the first time he played and now he gets to do the same for me. He said we have to celebrate so he ordered dinner from my favourite restaurant for dinner and we got to cuddle while watching our show which is exactly how I wanted to celebrate this occasion. 

~~~~~~~~~~

It's match day and I've been so nervous all day. Last night I stayed with Hector as he didn't want me to be nervous alone as he was alone before his first game and he swears it made him more nervous. He made me breakfast and drove me to the training ground so I could meet with the rest of the team to go to the stadium. That's when we had to leave each other but I didn't want him to go I need him by my side to keep me from getting too nervous he's been through this he knows how it feels and how to cope and I need that knowledge. He stayed for as long as he could but eventually we had to leave and get on the bus so he gave me one last hug and kiss on my cheeks and lips before handing me an envelope. 

"I know you'll get nervous so open this before the match and if you need to read it again at half time but remember you're amazing and you can do this you wouldn't be here if you weren't I believe in you so you should believe in yourself" he said 

"Thank you" I said 

"Now tell me that you can do it" he said 

"I can do it and I will do it" I said 

"Thats my girl now go and kill it I'll be there to watch every second" he said 

I ran onto the team bus holding the envelope smiling knowing I could do it. That confidence carried through right until after the warm up when it realised this was actually happening. I started to panic until I remembered the envelope so I grabbed it from my bag and opened it. Inside was a handwritten note from Hector reminding me of all my achievements and telling me that I'm more than capable of doing this and if I wasn't I wouldn't be here. His words really helped they reminded me that I'm not just some kid I have 12 goals in the first few matches of the season for the b team I'm a professional footballer and I deserve to be here. 

As I thought I didn't start and nor did I play any of the first half then some subs were made and I still didn't get to go on and then another few subs were made and still I was just warming up on the sidelines. Then it happened I was called over and told to get ready to go on I thought I'd feel anxious in that moment but instead I just felt excitement I was finally getting my debut and all I wanted was to prove that they made the right decision in calling me up and bringing me on. While waiting at the side to come on I looked up to the stands to find Hector who was right where he was said he would be beaming ear to ear and gave me a thumbs up for encouragement. 

I stepped out on the pitch not expecting much to happen but straight away we were on the attack and I had the ball given to me but I wasn't in the right space to get the shot in but I managed to pass it back so we could rebuild. The next time the ball was coming my way I was in a much better position I wasn't sure if I was slightly offside but I made the run anyway and somehow the ball landed at my feet right where I wanted it to be so instinct kicked in and the next thing I knew the ball was in the back of the net. It didn't feel real but when the rest of the girls all ran to me cheering and hugging me it hit me that I just scored on my debut for the first team. I've never had a goal celebration but in the moment I couldn't stop my hands from making a heart and thanking the crowd. 

The rest of the match felt like a blur I managed to score a second goal which had me on cloud 9 the match couldn't have gone any better until I found out I'd received player of the match so I had to go and do an interview straight after the match even though all I wanted was to find Hector and celebrate with him. I did my interview to the best of my abilities before I was finally let go and managed to find Hector stood at the entrance to the tunnel waiting for me. Before he could even move I ran up to him and jumped in his arms which luckily he was ready for and he caught me and managed to spin me round. He treated me like I was simba in the lion king it felt like he was holding me up to the sky to show me off but really he was just so happy he didn't know how to process his emotions. I was thrown in the air a few times before Hector put me back down on the ground and kissed me in front of everyone still in the stadium which was most people which I should've cared more about as I don't like everyone seeing the private parts of our relationship but in the moment I couldn't care less. 

"You were amazing out there I couldn't believe it when you scored the first goal let alone the second now don't tell anyone this but I cried a little watching you celebrate that first goal" he said 

"If I wasn't so full of adrenaline I might've cried too" I said 

"I can't even put into words how proud I am of you but you should be even prouder of yourself what you did out there was amazing you proved exactly why you should be here every week" he said 

"Thank you I don't know if I'll be able to play for the first team again but this has been an amazing experience" I said 

"Oh you will be back here trust me" he said 

He gave me another kiss before we were approached by a tv crew wanting an interview. Hector tried to step aside to let me do the interview but they asked if he would stay as they captured our moment together earlier and wanted to give their viewers an insight into what this game meant for both of us. I was nervous about doing it but when Hector squeezed my hand I knew it would be ok so I agreed to it. 

"So y/n this is your first match for the first team and to score two goals that must feel amazing" the interviewers said 

"It really does I wasn't expecting to score at all let alone two goals I feel invincible" I said 

"Now you two had a heartfelt moment after that match Hector you must be incredibly proud of her" the interviewer said 

"I couldn't be prouder of her I'm proud to call y/n my girlfriend I was proud before but now I'll be shouting it from the rooftops I just know she's going to be an incredible player and she already showing that" he said 

"It seems we have a new power couple in Barcelona on our hands" the interviewer joked 

"She's certainly a star I'm just lucky to be along for the ride" Hector said 

The interviewer thanked us both and finally we were able to walk down the tunnel and get some privacy. I quickly got changed and grabbed my things and met Hector right outside the door to the locker room so we could go back to his place and celebrate as he promised me we'd do that no matter if I played or how well I played and seeing as things went so well we have a lot to celebrate. 

[buckychristwrites]

About You | Epilogue | j.t.

Summary: Your job? Pop culture journalist for The Independent. Your assignment? To write a profile on the cocky footballer that you're publicly feuding with.

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: Cussing. Enemies to lovers

A/N: That's a wrap! Thank you so much for supporting my fanfic for Jamie. I was so nervous to write for him and now i don't wanna stop! Sorry for double posting, i finished this rather quickly. Enjoy!!!

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6 months later

If he had to pick one, Jamie’s least favourite room at Nelson Road Stadium was the press room. Every time he was in there, surrounded by people who were asking him invasive questions, he felt like a little boy again, getting yelled at for something small he had done. The lights were also incredibly bright, and under certain circumstances, very hot. He had been asked to do the press room today because of how well Richmond had been doing, and, in particular, how well he had been playing. 

In the hall outside of the press room, he paced up and down with his eyes trained on the grey flooring. The game had been a long one, the win narrow, and all he wanted to do was go home for dinner and a cuddle before curling up in bed. 

A ding ding came from the phone inside his pocket. The smile broke through his mouth before he even had a chance to pull it out. He knew who it was from.

Hurry up so we can go home! x

A deep exhale passed his lips. 

“You want me to go in with ya?” Roy asked as he was walking by. Jamie shook his head, finding his confidence again.

“I got it,” He assured his coach, who only nodded in response. 

The cameras started going off as soon as he walked through the door. In the corner stood Rebecca and Keeley, who made it a habit to watch the press conferences. Sure, it was nice to have them there. But they weren’t what was placating him. His phone, illuminated with the text thread he hadn’t closed out of, was still tight in his hand as he took a seat. 

“Yeah, alright,” He mumbled into the microphone, looking around at the sea of unfamiliar faces. “Go ahead with your questions.” 

The room erupted into a chorus of people shouting his name, trying to get his attention. Immediately, he felt overwhelmed, but he tried to push it down as best as he could. He haphazardly pointed at someone in the front. The man stood, introducing himself. Jamie was, in all honesty, only half listening up until the question.

“Richmond had quite the comeback this year and is one of the top teams in the league. What do you think changed?” 

Jamie considered this. Or at least made it look like he was. “Nothin’ changed, really. We just took what Coach Lasso taught us, and continued to get better.” Another journalist, a woman, stood and interrupted.

“But you started to play better without Lasso, do you think there’s a correlation there?” Jamie’s eyebrows went up.

“I think there’s a correlation between me callin’ on someone and them gettin’ their question answered,” He replied, turning away from her instantly. She slowly sunk in her seat as the rest of the room began raising their hands again. He looked at his watch quickly before looking back up at them. “You, go on.” Another lady, with bleach blonde hair, stood this time. 

“Do you care to comment on the rumours of you moving in with your journalist girlfriend?” She asked him, tacking your name in at the end to clarify, as if he had several journalist girlfriends to differentiate from.

“You mean the very same rumours I’ve never commented on before today?” He asked her. “Sure.” Rolling his eyes, he turned to the other journalists. From the corner of his eye, he could see Rebecca throw her head back to stare at the ceiling in complete despair. He wasn’t concerned, though. “You, in the back.” 

Raising off the wooden bench was you, sporting your Tartt cap and notepad in hand. He could feel his posture straighten at the sight of you. He hadn’t even picked you on purpose. You introduced yourself to the room, receiving several shocked looks as they slowly came to realise who you were. The bleach blonde woman in the front turned as red as a tomato as she instantly fell back into her seat.

“The Guardian,” You added in your most professional voice. You cleared your throat. “Mr. Tartt, your fans are dying to know. What TV shows are you watching these days?” He was completely incapable of suppressing the smile on his face.

God, he thought to himself. When did I get so fuckin’ lucky?

“Been watchin’ a lot of Peaky Blinders, if I’m honest,” He admitted. The journalists all stared at him, astonished that of all of the questions he decided to answer without being a prick, it was this one. “A little bit of the American show called New Girl, but that one is against me will, mostly.” You scribbled on the notepad furiously, as if you were taking very serious notes.

“Would your girlfriend agree with that assessment?” In a turn of events, the crowd laughed at this one.

Jamie looked up at the ceiling, still smiling, as he shook his head.

“No,” He admitted. “She’d say I’m a dirty liar, who loves the show more than she does.” 

“Mhmm,” You hummed as you continued to write some more. “Just one more follow up. Care to elaborate on the moving-in rumours?” A beat passed. “For the Guardian.” He gave her a look, one that said that she would pay for this later. His heart picked up in pace. 

The rumours were always just rumours, the press rarely being correct on where he was at in his relationship. But this was different, as the conversation had been one the two of you had been somehow having, while also not really having. You basically had been living at his house for we over a month at this point, only going to your apartment for laundry and things you needed. He kept cracking jokes about how you needed to just move in already, but it seemed that you had been taking them as just jokes and not actual invitations, which had been starting to bother him. He wanted you there, with him, all the time, forever. All that was coming between that was the stupid flat of yours.

After a moment, he shrugged. “I’d love her to,” He said. “If she wants, of course.”

This time, you didn’t pretend to write anything down, instead just staring at him in disbelief. The eyes in the room were going back and forth between the two of you, no one saying a word, and Jamie took this as an opportunity.

“Well, that’s that, ain’t it?” He said, slapping his hands against the arm rests before standing up and walking out. The press tried to stop him as they yelled questions at him while he crossed over to the door. But you did the smart thing, which was slip out the back door to follow him. 

When you caught up, you threw your arms around the back of his neck, jumping and bringing your legs up to his sides. He didn’t even question it as he brought his arms up to hold your thighs, planting a kiss to your cheek in the process. He made carrying you seem so easy. It was as if you were a feather to him.

“So,” You said with a teasing tone. “I heard in the press that I’m moving in.” He jumped up slightly, a squeal forcibly leaving your mouth. He looked at you out of the corner of his eye.

“Yes,” He said. “You’re movin’ in. Officially.”

He kicked the door open to the changing room, where the rest of the team were gathered. They all waved and greeted the two of you excitedly, not at all fazed by your presence. They’d had a lot of time to get used to it prior to you and Jamie beginning your relationship.

“Lads,” Jamie announced, letting you slide back down to the floor before throwing an arm around your shoulders. “We’re movin’ in together.” They all stared blankly at the pair of you, a few looks exchanged.

“We thought you already had,” Isaac said. 

“I still have a flat with all of my things in it,” You told him. That was met with a lot of Oh’s and agreeable sounds, as if what you said made sense.

“The point is,” Jamie continued. “We’ll need help gettin’ her stuff to me place.” They all began talking over each other excitedly.

“We would be honoured to help you.”

“I can bring pizza!”

“I’ve got a trunk. That would certainly help, I’d think.”

As they all came together to make these plans, you watched, feeling like you were going to cry. Your life had changed so dramatically in the last 6 months, and it was all because of the one work assignment you were given out of spite. Now you have a new job. New relationship. New family. Jamie squeezed your shoulder, pulling you closer to him.

“Hey,” He mumbled to you, nudging the side of your head with his nose and forehead.

“Hmmm?” You hummed in response, looking up at him. He kissed the tip of your nose before pecking your lips.

“I love ya.” 

You smiled.

“I love you too.”

[lainiespicewrites]

HEAR ME OUT! Sy as a camp counselor???

I won’t bullshit with you I did fully just think of this in the shower while I was reminiscing on my years as a Summer camp kid! (It was church camp but like y’all trust me…shit was not innocent. There was …there was a girl giving out handy’s under Noah’s Arc 👀)

I was thinking about how much I loved my counselors (because I was insecure as hell so I always hung out with them 😂) and this one guy counselor I had a crush on and this other group of campers that called their counselors “Mom and Dad”

And although Coach is my absolute FAVORITE! And I do love my man in a hoodie in the fall SUMMER IS SY’s season! And we know from the football he’d be good with a group of boys and they’d have a girl cabin they’d do activities with and he’d be all flirty with their counselor and ….they’d have to find time to sneak away to do …other…activities 👀😂 I can picture this! He would have the most rowdy but equally best behaved cabin of boys and they’d pull pranks on his friends cabin! Let me finish With coach Sy and I’m gonna write this 😂😂😂😂

[treshashalalala]

Pinned, Possessed, and Pulled In

Isagi ×everyone fanfic to feed my delusional self

Isagi Yoichi wasn't the strongest, the fastest, or the flashiest-but he was impossible to ignore. On the field, he crushed dreams. Off it, he unknowingly stole hearts. Friend, rival, or something far more dangerous-everyone who met him fell, whether in admiration, obsession, or love. In Blue Lock, where ego ruled and love had no place, one truth remained: no matter how fiercely they chased the title of the world's best striker, they all found themselves chasing Isagi just as desperately.

//In which Isagi Yoichi has a special ability to sweep people off their feet and make them fall deeply in love with him. (His special ability is simply being his genuine self

(This is my first time writing a fanfic so please bear with me😭 and please stick to the end🥹 lmao this lowkey sucks but wait till the end I feel like I ate that)

Noel Noa, the world's best striker, used to wonder why Isagi Yoichi was held in such high regard. He had played against Isagi before and couldn't even score a single goal— so why was he called the heart of Blue Lock? What made him so special? Over time, Noa began to understand what Ego had seen. No, rather, he had been blind before. He was an excellent egoist-and a potential challenger to Noel Noa's current title as the world's best striker.

Isagi Yoichi was an anomaly to put it bluntly.

Noa had seen countless players-arrogant prodigies, relentless hard workers, even the occasional so-called "team player." But Isagi was something else entirely. He didn't just get along with people; he pulled them in. He laughed easily, helped without hesitation, and made even the most withdrawn players respond to him. It wasn't forced. It wasn't manipulation-he simply existed in a way that made people want to be near him.

And then he stepped onto the field.Noa had seen transformations before, but Isagi's was almost unnatural. The warmth in his eyes turned to calculation. The easy smile disappeared, replaced by something sharp, something ravenous. He devoured his opponents(and even teammates) reading the field with frightening precision, moving like he already knew the outcome.

He became the complete opposite-an egoist through and through. And the worst part?It wasn't just his skill that made him dangerous. It was that he still had that same pull-even in the middle of the fight. Even as he tore through his opponents, they wanted to chase him. Even as he insulted them, humiliated them, ripped them apart-they wanted to match him.

Noa didn't believe in charisma. He didn't believe in nonsense like "aura" or "natural leadership." But he couldn't ignore what was happening. Not when even Kaiser-easily most self-absorbed player Noa had ever coached— was looking at Isagi like a challenge he couldn't afford to ignore.

Noa sighed, crossing his arms as he watched the game unfold.

Damn brat.

But his plan was working over all his plan to use 'Blue Lock's Heart' as a stepping stool to push Kaiser into discovering his burried ego. However, it was working far too well.

>>

The aftermath of the intense practice match between PxG and Barda left the indoor field in a predictable state of disarray-soccer balls scattered across the turf, half-empty water bottles rolling on the ground, and dirty towels draped carelessly over the benches. Just the kind of mess a group of football-obsessed teenagers always left behind.

Technically, none of them had to clean it up. Blue Lock's participants weren't responsible for maintaining the facilities beyond their own quarters. Hallways, fields, and bathrooms were all taken care of by the cleaning staff. It was an unspoken rule: make the mess, let someone else deal with it.

Yet, at nearly midnight, Noel Noa—who should have been asleep-sat on the benches, deep in thought. His mind sifted through possible strategies against Barda, analyzing plays, recalculating matchups, adjusting formations. Refining. Perfecting.

Then, movement caught his eye. A familiar figure entered the dimly lit field, pushing a cleaning cart alongside two older women in Blue Lock's standard cleaning uniforms.

Isagi Yoichi. Noa squinted his eyes. What is he doing here? His players should be resting to be in tip-top condition for tomorrow.

One of the women, her silver-streaked hair neatly tied back, looked at the teen with a mixture of concern and appreciation. "Oh my, Isagi-kun, are you sure you want to help us? You should be getting some rest." Another woman, slightly younger, chimed in. "Yes... We can handle this on our own." Isagi, without hesitation, crouched down to pick up a stray soccer ball, wiping it clean with his sleeve. "It's fine, (insert grandmas in Japanese cuz ambot)," he said easily."I wasn't sleeping anyway. Besides, we're the ones who made the mess." He scratched his cheek as he admitted, having contributed to the mess.

Noa didn't move. He just observed. The cleaning staff hesitated for a moment, then chuckled, clearly endeared by the young striker's insistence. "You really are something, Isagi-kun."

They worked in quiet efficiency-not awkward, not rushed, just natural. Isagi moved with purpose and youthful vigour, collecting towels, returning equipment, and cleaning stray scuff marks off the floor without needing to be asked. He never slowed, never complained. In less than an hour, the field looked as pristine as it had before the match.

Isagi exhaled softly, straightening up and glancing around with quiet satisfaction. "All done." The two women turned to him, gratitude evident in their smiles. They bowed in unison. "Thank you, Isagi-kun."Isagi, without missing a beat, bowed even deeper. Ears a bit red at their recognition "No! I should be the ones thanking you. Thanks so much for always cleaning up after us."

Noa shouldn't have cared about any of this. This had nothing to do with football. Yet, as he watched Isagi interact with the staff, watched the way he moved, the way people naturally responded to him—Noa felt a rare flicker of something unfamiliar—

Admiration?

No.

Curiosity.

Most players lived in extremes. Selfish or selfless. Kind or ruthless. Isagi Yoichi was neither. Or perhaps he was both.

He noted for the first time, just how different Isagi was.

>>

Isagi Yoichi...It was hard to pin him down, to truly understand what made him tick. On the surface, he seemed like just another Blue Lock player-young, talented, and ambitious. But there was something about him that set him apart.

He didn't try to command a room, yet people always gravitated toward him. In a place full of the most intense personalities, his quiet presence smoothed the chaos. A simple smile, a few words, and the noise seemed to fade away.

I'd seen this kind of thing before-players who naturally drew others in. But with Isagi, it wasn't forced. He didn't need to be the loudest, the flashiest, or the most commanding. He just was.He had this way of making people feel important-just by being there. His calm presence turned awkward silences into something almost... comforting.

He didn't need to speak much; he just knew how to read the room, shifting the mood with ease.He didn't just talk to people-he made them feel understood. And when they left, they'd feel like they'd forged a real connection. (The blueberry-scented man had his ways-after all, he was a genius of adaptability.)

A simple smile from Isagi could silence a room. Not by demanding attention but by creating a space where everyone felt seen. He didn't try to stand out-he simply was. Isagi Yoichi was a people magnet, effortlessly drawing others in. (And, yes, he got pulled in by his own magnet, though he'd never admit it.) Its like si Noa ang na pull in sa magnet ni isagi idk ithink confusing gamay ang akoang pagka structure sa akoang sentences)

Noa wasn't the type to dwell on things outside of football, but Isagi Yoichi was different. He had met many players-rivals, teammates, legends-but none had ever pulled people toward them the way Isagi did.

Even so, Bastard München's coach did not expect this. The sight was so bizarre he half-thought he had stepped into a reverse harem novel (which he secretly read from time to time, though he'd never admit it). Was he the wacky side character? Or the jealous love interest?

He wasn't sure, but it didn't seem good either way.Just two weeks into joining Blue Lock, nothing could have prepared him for what he was about to witness. Entering the shared bathroom, he found something he never expected.

There, on top of Isagi Yoichi, was Michael Kaiser.

Noa blinked, rubbing his eyes. Was he seeing this right?

Michael Kaiser? The same guy who avoided physical contact like the plague? The same one who hated people?And yet, here he was-his cold demeanour replaced with... warmth? Affection??

Kaiser looked down at Isagi with an expression that could only be described as soft.

>>

Thud!"

-Hah!"

The impact knocked the air from Isagi's lungs as his back hit the floor. His wrists were pinned above his head, locked in a firm grip, while thick, muscular thighs tangled with his own. Heat radiated between them, too close, too much, too overwhelming.

And fuck— he was way too aware of it.

Kaiser's golden hair that dyed blue at his ends fell forward as he hovered over him, eyes gleaming with something dangerous, something hungry. His grip was firm yet careful, possessive in a way that sent something hot curling in Isagi's gut.

"Are you alright, Yoichi?" Isagi's heart slammed against his ribs-not just from the fall, but from that fucking voice. Smooth. Teasing. Like he was savoring every second of this.

"Get off, Isagi, you roach!"Kunigami's furious snarl shattered the moment. He surged forward, fists clenched-only for Ness to step in his way, his usual bright smile feeling just a little forced.

"Ah-ah~" Ness sing-songed, his brown close to violet hair bounced lightly as he pressed a hand against Kunigami's chest. "No need to be violent, Rensuke. It's just a little fun, isn't it?"

But his grip was tight. Too tight.

Kunigami's bright orange eyes glare burned through him, but Ness held firm, fingers twitching against his jersey.He was holding him back. But he didn't like it. His gaze flicked to Isagi-still beneath Kaiser, still pinned, still flushed-and something flickered in his eyes.

Something bitter. Something ugly.

"You bastard," Kunigami spat, voice low, seething. "Get. Off. Him."

Kaiser barely acknowledged him. If anything, his smirk deepened, fingers tightening around Isagi's wrists."Oh? But he hasn't told me to move yet."

Isagi froze. Shit. He should've said something-should've shoved Kaiser off him, done anything-but the way Kaiser was pressing him down, the warmth of his body, the heat in his gaze...His head was spinning.

Then— Kaiser moved.

Slow.

Deliberate.

His lips brushed close to Isagi's ear, his voice dropping into something lower, something almost dangerous. "Yoichi~ my favorite," he purred, his breath hot against Isagi's skin. "You always look so good beneath me."

Fuck.Isagi inhaled sharply-just a split second of hesitation, but Kaiser caught it. The bastard chuckled, low and pleased, his chest vibrating against Isagi's.And then— "Tch." The sharp sound snapped Isagi back, and he turned his head just in time to see Ness looking away, his jaw tight.

For a fraction of a second, his usual easygoing smile cracked. He didn't like this. And Isagi-he wasn't sure which part bothered him more.

Then— "That's enough!" Kunigami roared, lunging forward-only for Ness to shove him back. Harder this time."Ah-ah," Ness cooed, his voice light but not as playful as before. "Let's not be reckless now."

Kunigami snapped. "You're letting him do this?! To Isagi?"

Ness hesitated.Just for a second.And then he smiled again, but it didn't reach his eyes."Of course," he said smoothly, "Kaiser always gets what he wants, doesn't he?" But his hands were fists at his sides.

And when his gaze flickered back to Isagi— just for a split second. His fingers twitched, like he wanted to reach for him but couldn't. And that felt worse than everything else.

Isagi's pulse hammered as he finally forced his arms free, shoving hard against Kaiser's chest. His palms met smooth, heated skin-the inked blue rose beneath his fingertips.

"Wait-" he stammered, finally snapping out of it. Kaiser suddenly enveloped his hand over Isagi's wrist, pinning it above his head. Kaiser's veiny hands went over the younger man's waist, findings it way all up his chest.

The german man leaned in to place a rough yet tender kiss on the latter's pinkish red lips, but before he could do so—

Bahmm!

[bbymunsonx]

The Last Time (Ted's Version)

Chapter Three

chapter warnings: language, implied sexual content

word count: 2.4k

Ted Lasso: Rise and Shine! Are you guys ready?

Coach Beard: I'm already at your door with coffee, Coach.

Ted Lasso: Lacy?

***

I woke up with a jolt as my alarm clock started ringing. The clock read 5:30AM.

Jesus Christ, I thought. My head was pounding and my stomach started to churn. Memories of last night slowly started to come back to me. How I met that loner guy at the bar and how the two of us ended up in the bathroom minutes later. Not one of my finest moments. Hopefully this is a big town and I won't end up seeing him again. 

After a quick shower and putting on some makeup, I finally started to look alive again. Holy fucking shit, I thought to myself as I looked inside my closet. Dozens of dress pants, skirts, dresses, and blouses were hanging neatly. How did she even know my size? This woman is a fucking genius. 

I slipped on a blouse and a skirt and looked at myself in the mirror. After flattening my skirt and playing with the hem of my blouse, I finally looked decent enough to be seen be the general public. 

As I was reaching for my purse, a rhythmic knock radiated off my door. There's only one person who would knock on my door like that this early in the morning. I walked down the steps to see Ted and Beard starring at me with wide eyes. 

"Holy smokes, Lacy Loo! Look at you!" Ted exclaimed while motioning to my outfit. Coach Beard started fanning himself after handing me a cup of coffee. While they were both dressed in AFC Richmond gear and khaki's, I did look a little bit overdressed. 

"Shut up," I laughed and rolled my eyes, "Let's go."

It was about a ten minute walk from our flats to Nelson Road Stadium. It was a beautiful walk, being able to see all the locals riding their bikes and walking their kids to school. The only thing that was a little off was that everyone was staring at us, especially Ted. It's like everyone already knew who we were. 

While passing a man sitting on the bench reading the paper, I looked over and saw the headline for todays paper: Americans Ted, Beard, and Lacy: The New Faces of AFC Richmond

"Christ, looks like we're already famous," I nudged Ted to take a look at the paper.

As we were walking to the stadium, I really wanted to tell the guys about what happened last night. I guess we're all friends now and this is the kind of thing you tell your friends about. 

"Hey guys, I gotta get something off my chest," I looked at them. Ted looked at me, smiling. The little dimple on his cheek making my heart fall into my stomach. 

"Do tell, Ricky Bell." Ted gave me undivided attention. 

"I- uh- I'm really nervous about today." I laughed to myself. I couldn't tell Ted that I slept with some guy last night. What was I thinking? Coach Beard looked at me and Ted and then took a sip of his coffee while smiling. That man always seems like he knows everything. 

"Gosh, me too. My stomach's got more butterflies in it than the Amazon Rainforest. But ya know what? I think we're gonna have a great first day. Fingers crossed that the teacher doesn't give us homework." Ted laughed and kept walking. I let out a fake laugh and followed the two men. 

The second we reached Nelson Road Stadium, the feeling in my stomach was indescribable. It was all just hitting me that I was actually doing this. But, it was all just hitting me now that they wanted me. I'm not sure what Ted, Beard, and I did to make them want us here, but I was filled with so much pride that I actually did something right. 

Ted led the way as Beard and I followed right behind him as we entered the stadium. There was a man standing at the door, probably a little bit older than Ted and Beard and a little shorter. 

"Coach Lasso, Coach Beard, and Ms. Watson! Welcome to Richmond!" The man said as he shook all of our hands. "I'm Leslie Higgins, but everyone just calls me Higgins. I'm the Director of Communications here." 

"It's nice to meet you, Higgins. I'm Ted." 

"I'm Lacy. Thank you so much for," I motioned all around me, "...this." 

"That's all Rebecca Welton. She's the owner of the club. Let me take you up to her office."

"I'm gonna go stake out the lock room, Coach," Beard called after Ted while walking in the complete opposite direction. I felt sort of like a lost puppy, not knowing where to go, so I followed after Ted to meet Ms. Welton. 

After walking through various hallways and up a flight of stairs, we reached the office of Ms. Rebecca Welton. Ted stepped in front of Higgins to do his rhymtic knock on the door before opening it. 

"Hiya, I'm Ted Lasso. I'm your new coach." Ted greeted before stepping into the office. Rebecca got up to meet Ted and I. I've never been one to shy away from my sexuality, so my breath got stuck in my throat as soon as I saw Rebecca. She was a tall, beautiful woman. 

"Hello, I'm Rebecca. It's very nice to meet both of you." She shook both of our hands. 

"I'm Lacy." I smiled at her. Why is everyone here so gorgeous?

"Well, Ted, I'm hoping you know what you're doing as far as training, yeah?" Rebecca inquired. 

"Oh yeah. I feel as confident as I did the first time I went horseback riding. I may have fallen and broken my leg, but I felt confident while doing it." Ted smiled. Rebecca just looked at Ted with a blank look on her face. 

"You'll get used to it after a day or two." I looked at Rebecca. 

Ignoring me, Rebecca continued, "And Ms. Watson. I heard you were the best journalism and communication students at Wichita State. I'm going to need you to be the best here, too. This football club's image rests in your hands. You control what people get to see and hear on the outside, yeah? Don't disappoint me." 

"I wouldn't dream of it, Ms. Welton." My voice shook a bit as I spoke. 

"The first official day of training will be tomorrow. I except you two to make yourselves comfortable with the stadium, as I presume Coach Beard already has. Coach Lasso, your office will be in the locker room. Ms. Watson, your office will be right next to Coach Lasso's. On your desk will be all the social media passwords and everything you need to know. But please bother Higgins with any questions." Rebecca started to head back to her desk, obviously making it clear to Ted and I that she wanted us gone. 

"Thank ya, Boss." Ted saluted as we left. As the door shut behind us, Ted and I looked at each other with a tad of fear in our eyes.

"Well she seems fun," I dragged out fun as Ted laughed. 

"I'm a little scared of her, but she's a strong, independent woman. They're supposed to be scary." Ted said. 

"You're damn right," I replied as I walked in front of Ted, leading the way. "Let's go onto the pitch. I wanna see what it's like to be out there."

Ted walked behind me the entire way until we finally found our way onto the pitch. We both looked around, having absolutely nothing to say. Ted has coached before, so he knows what it's like to be out on a pitch like this. I've never done anything like this in my life. 

As Ted reached down to put his hand on the green, a man came running up towards him.

"Hey! Stop! What are you doing?" The man called after Ted. Ted quickly got up, wiping his hands on his khakis.

"Who the hell are you?" The man questioned us. 

"Um, I'm Coach Ted Lasso. This is your new director of PR, Lacy Watson." Ted answered. 

"Director of PR?" I whispered to Ted, so slightly so the man wouldn't hear us. 

"I thought it sounds fancy so I just went with it." 

"Oh fuck! I'm sorry! Please take all the grass you want," the man knelt down and took a clump of grass from the pitch and handed it to Ted, which he took. 

"Well thank you. But I'm just gonna put this back right here," Ted put the grass back on the ground. "Who are you?"

"Me?" The man questioned. 

"Yeah, what's your name?" 

"I'm Nate. I'm the kitman." Nate replied, timidly. 

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Nate. As he said, I'm Lacy." I held out my hand to let him shake it. I could tell we were going to be good friends. 

"I'm so sorry I yelled at you back there," Nate apologized profusely. 

"It's alright, Nate. You're just doing your job. Hey, while you're here, do you mind showing us where the locker room is?" Ted asked. 

"Absolutely, this way." We followed Nate across the pitch and found ourselves in the locker room. It felt wrong to be in here, but I guess since my office was in here, I think it's okay. 

Even though our first official day of training is tomorrow, all the players were here today doing training on their own. 

Coach Beard sat in their office, reading a book, letting the players run amuck. As we entered their office, there was a door to the right which lead straight into my office. I would definitely have to invest with some decorations with my first paycheck, but it's a nice space. 

"Coach, have you spoken the players yet?" Ted asked Beard, to which Beard just shook his head. 

"Alright, wish me luck." Ted went to go talk to the players. Beard and I followed behind him and stood behind him. 

"Hi, ya'll. My name is Ted Lasso and I'm gonna be your new coach. Behind me is Coach Beard, who will be coaching me. And the lovely lady standing next to him is Ms. Lacy Watson. She's the one that's gonna make sure we look good online. Um.. I know this is as strange as a monkey riding a bike down the street, but I think we're all gonna have a good season together, alright."

One of the players just growled back and stood up to talk to Ted. 

"You must be Roy Kent." Ted said. Oh shit, I've heard of Roy Kent. He's the captain. Kind of a scary guy. 

"Fucking wanker." He growled at Ted before walking over to me and looking at me dead in the face, "Welcome to Richmond, Lacy." I felt so special. I'll have to make sure to rub it in Ted's face after we left. 

As the players started to disperse, there was a guy in the room that looked vaguely familiar. As he went to leave and I saw his face, I knew exactly who it was. Jamie. He looked back up at me with shock in his face before he left. 

"Ted, I'll be right back." I called out to him before running after Jamie. 

"Hey!" I yelled down the hallway until Jamie stopped and pulled out his headphones. "Last night never happened, yeah? We are to start fresh. Right now. Hi! I'm Lacy. Nice to meet you!" Jamie looked unimpressed.

"I literally did ya last night. I know who ya are." Jamie said, which caused me to roll my eyes. 

"Okay, so you completely missed the point of what I said. Last night did not happen. Please, Jamie." I pleaded. 

"Alright, yeah. Never happened." Jamie rolled his eyes as he put his headphones back on and walked away. As Jamie walked away, I looked at the end of the hallway to see Coach Beard looking at me, shaking his head. 

Shit. 

***

After we sat in our respective offices for a little bit getting comfortable, we decided to call it a day. 

As we reached our flats, Ted asked, "Do you guys wanna pop in for a quick drink? Talk about our days?"

"Nope." Coach Beard's door was already shut by the time he answered. 

"What about you, Lacy Loo?" Ted looked at me and motioned to his open door. 

"Don't mind if I do, dirty shoe," I physically cringed as the words were coming out of my mouth, "I'm sorry. I tried, but I fucking hated that."

"Yeah, no. I appreciate the effort." Ted laughed. 

After walking into the flat, I flopped on his couch and immediately covered my face in my hands. 

"What's on your noggin?" Ted asked almost immediately, his face covered in concern.

"Ted, if I tell you something, you have to promise not to hate me." I was so nervous, but I had to tell him about Jamie. Beard was already judging me about it and I needed someone in my corner. 

"Lace, in the approximately 48 hours that I've known you, I can't think of any reasons not to like you. So lay it on me."

I groaned, "I can't. I can't do it. I feel icky."

"If I tell you something personal, would you tell me?" Ted asked, to which I nodded. "My wife and I did a little bit of marriage counseling before I came out here. Our counselor, Dr. Jacob, had us come up with a word that meant we had to tell the other how we were feeling, no matter what."

"That's a good idea. Good job, Dr. Jacob." I laughed. 

"Oklahoma is the word Michelle and I came up with. Maybe we can come up with one?" Ted offered. 

"Hmm," I pondered, "Panda. It's my favorite animal and it's really hard to be sad when you're thinking of a panda."

"Alrighty, then. So, panda." Ted said. 

"I slept with Jamie," I word vomited all over the place, "Last night, I met him in the pub down the street and we did it in the bathroom." I refused to look at him because I don't think I can handle him physically judging me. 

"Alrighty, yeah. I'm gonna go get that drink." Ted almost ran into the kitchen.

"Are we gonna talk about it?" I called after him. 

"Nope!" He yelled back. 

Okay, yeah that's fair. But at least he knows and he didn't automatically throw me out of his apartment. 

Ted came back into the living room with two cups, handing me one. "Cheers to new friends and new beginnings." He held out his glass for us to clink. 

"Cheers to that, Teddy." 

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A female Y/N / Cillian fanfic (Part Fourteen)

Absolutely not based on anything real at all, all totally fictional, fanciful, and all total bollocks.

Gif credit - @remembering-angels

Warnings for sexual references and language. Adult themes. Not suitable for under 18s.

TRIGGER WARNING for MENTIONS OF ABORTION.

We Got Issues

Part Fourteen: Y/N and Cillian's morning buys them more hours than expected before he has to leave for England again. They have a lovely morning and Y/N feels sated with the domesticity - then Cillian bites the bullet and instigates "the talk". [Soft domestic life followed by adult themes and mentions of abortion]

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References that might not be got by those outside of Ireland/those who don't visit/ and/or just to clarify -

Store Street and Busáras: Busáras is the central bus/coach station in Dublin city and it is located on Store Street.

Gaa - this is the GAA, Gaelic athletic association, which covers Gaelic football, hurling, that kind of thing. My referencing here and in my experience is using "the Gaa" to refer mostly to Gaelic football. In terms of the jersey being split - my half brother in Ireland has our Dad from from Cavan and his Mam is from Monaghan, and they got him a Gaa jersey that is literally like the 2 halves sewn together.

.....

You wake before Cillian, a single minute before seven am, with a day of work ahead of you. You fight the temptation to wake him, and just glance at him sleeping peacefully before you sit up on the edge of the bed, still exhausted despite a settled night. Having him beside you was lovely, even when you had turned your backs to one another to sleep. Knowing he was there, and hearing the sounds of his breathing, made you feel warm and safe all night. But tonight he would not be there; he'd be gone once again, and you were already preemptively dreading the prolonged time alone ahead. He didn't move a muscle as you climbed up off of the bed and pulled in your fleece quarter zip lounge top that was balled up on the floor by the nightstand. It was a little chilly, and despite the fact that you knew the heating would either be on or would kick in as needed, with the duvet and Cillian's radiator-like body heat now removed from you, it feels very cold. He's sprawled out on his front with his head facing your side of the bed and tipped back a little on the pillow that hides his arms beneath it; his lips are parted and his breaths, though not even close to being snores, are deep and audible. You take your phone from the nightstand and slip it into the pocket of your fleece, then push your feet into your slippers from beside the armchair, then creep out of the door with your steps as quiet as you can make them. You pull the door closed quietly behind you, not fully shut in the jamb but pulled right across, and then you make your way down the stairs slowly.

You make yourself a mug of the flavoured coffee you still had from the Food Festival in Monaghan that had been held the summer. Cillian had insisted on it after some review of the company he'd read, but he ended up hating it. You love it though - it’s a strangely flavoured ground coffee that's marketed as tasting like rum and raisin; while you can't taste either of those things, you do like the flavour. You know that if you don't wash out the coffee press, Cillian will bitch about the smell of it, so try to keep it in your mind to do so before you start work. Coffee in hand, you grab a vegan-friendly, but not absolutely awful tasting, caramel flapjack from Cillian's secret-but-not-really-secret stash at the back of the cupboard that houses cereals, teas and coffee options. You know for certain that Cillian will offer to cook a real breakfast when he gets up, especially with Malachy also here. You flop down onto the sofa to enjoy the slow hour you have to wake up - at around eight, you would force yourself up into the office space in the eves and work like a demon until after five - but this hour was yours. You flick through Amazon Prime for five minutes, then settle on the Kneecap movie. You know you won't get the chance to watch the lot, but you've been desperate to watch this since the first whispers. Silently hoping there are English subtitles, you turn it on and draw your legs up beside you on the sofa and take a careful sip of your steaming coffee. You are about halfway down your coffee and not even ten minutes into the film when you hear, then see, someone walking with slow, heavy steps down the stairs. It's a small surprise to you whomever of the two men it is, at this early hour, but you are particularly surprised that it is Cillian.

“Hey,” you say softly as you pause the movie. “What're you doing up so early? Get your sleep in while you can.” By the look of him, you know he's been awake mere moments - his hair is insane, his pale face has little red lines from the pillowcase creasing up, his eyes are barely open and blinking slowly with the threat to close as he stands on his feet, and the erection that tents out his pyjama bottoms is appealing to look at, but clearly not based in arousal. Together, it all gives his sudden and reluctant wakefulness away at a sweeping glance. “What woke you?”

“Malachy,” he says, huskily. He reaches his arms up, hands around the back of his head, and groans as he stretches his back. “He just, umm, flew in the door, there,” he says, as he drops his arms back down. You smirk to yourself as he pulls out the waistbands of his pyjamas and boxers shorts in an attempt to adjust for comfort. “Doesn't have the study day he thought he did,” he shakes his head. He stands with an adorably unmasked, miserable pout, then yawns with a tightly pulling jaw and doesn't cover his wide open mouth at all. “I've to throw him into college for half nine.” he says after his yawn abates. He's so petulant and grumpy in his sleepiness that it's funny to watch and listen to him.

“I could do that.” You say, drawing down your mouth to give him a sympathetically sad look. “I can take him, Cill. I don't mind, I'll use my flexi hours and just work later into the evening. Go back up to bed, tell him I'll drop him to college.”

He wrinkles his nose and shakes his head, “No, you're grand.” He says and yawns a second time. “Sure I'm up now anyway."

You smirk and shoot your childish shot at humour. “Oh, I can see that.” The look of derision he throws you is hilarious, though you're sure there's a faint dimple formed into his left cheek with the threat of smile, and you throw your head back on the sofa as you laugh.

He groans and rubs both hands across his face then drops his arms down to his sides. “Aran’s right, we need a bathroom down here." He mumbles as he turns back to the stairs. “Get me a coffee, will ya? I'll be back in a sec.” He calls as he jogs back up the stairs out of view. You get up from the sofa with your mug and oblige his request, and decide you'll make yourself a fresh coffee as you do so. You rinse the coffee press out as the kettle boils and fill it with plain ground coffee. True to his word, he returns just as you push down the plunger on the newly brewed coffee. He walks slowly over and wraps his arms around you from behind, placing his chin on your right shoulder, and squeezes his arms around your waist gently as you pour out your coffees. “Have you much on for work today?" He asks. His voice is still full of sleep, gumbling and strained, and it makes those frequent butterflies awaken in your belly.

“Transcribing mostly. It's a bad case - I imagine there'll be news coverage at some point.” You say sadly and he hums sympathetically in your ear as he kisses your cheek before letting you go. He takes his coffee cup before stepping away just enough to give some personal space. You know that he appreciates that this is one of the more difficult aspects of your job - listening to interview and statement tapes of children detailing the crimes and abuse against them - and he has always been understanding of how the things you hear can sit in your mind. You give no details; not only can't you, but you wouldn't want to, either, but he seems to truly understand that you hear some harrowing tales of true darkness.

You stand in the kitchen facing one another - him leaning back on the counter along the wal,l and you with your back pressed against the island - with your coffees gripped in your hands and a soft silence between you. Cillian yawns again, another deep one that pulls his jaw tightly down, and you smile as he shakes his head as it eases off. “Fuck,” he mutters. It hadn't been too late when you had broken apart from your loving hug and silenced your ‘close if the day’ conversation in bed to settle to sleep last night, and in fact Cillian had been out of it before you had, and you're fairly certain that it was before midnight, too. Clearly it still hadn't been enough for him - perhaps the lack of sleep and abundance of alcohol the night before had had more of an effect than just giving him a thick head and mild nausea yesterday. “Will I make us a late breakfast after I've dropped Malachy off?” He suggests, smiling a little. “Pick something up on the way home?”

You raise your eyebrows, “Subway.” You say with an excited smile, “They make breakfast subs.”

He rolls his eyes at you as he sips his coffee. “Ah, go away,” he tuts. “I meant I could fly into like SuperValu or something.” He shakes his head at your eagerness for fast food. "Here, will I make us those bagels, remember the ones from that hotel in Monaghan.” He looks animated at the suggestion and you're immediately as delighted by the prospect.

You smile brightly, “Oh yeah, with the eggs, and the sausage-thing and the sauce.” You lick your lips comically. Cillian's dedication to vegetarianism could be flexible in its staunchness at times; while he chose to lean towards plant based or vegan options on occasion now, too, he was just as inclined to make the odd step back into meat-eater life, and the delicious egg and chorizo bagels you both were salivating over the thought of now was one of those examples.

“I'll run into the supermarket after I leave him in Tallaght then, so.” He says, and lifts his mug again. For whatever reason, you feel like this is the first time he's actually told you where Malachy is studying. You can't think at all if he's ever said anything before, and hate to sound as though you hadn't listened or aren't interested in asking him for clarification or details.

“What has he got on today?” You ask, wondering if he'll give you enough to work it out without asking him directly.

Cillian turns down the corners of his mouth and shrugs. “I haven't a clue,” he says, “But the business courses there go on the whole way, like Bachelor's and all.” He answers and you feel your anxiety subside a little. Malachy studies business at the Tallaght Campus of TUD - and you're more sure than ever he's never given you details before. “This little shit,” he shakes his head in amusement and places his mug down beside you on the island. “Hs fucking drags me out of the scratcher, and he's not even materialised down here yet.” You laugh lightly as he walks to the bottom of the stairs. “Malachy? Hey, Malachy? Are you up?” He shouts up, then gives a shrill whistle when he doesn't get an answer. “Hoi, Malachy, get up or I'll drag y’up!” He shakes his head as he walks back towards you. “Hes a fucker.”

You can't help finding the amusement in it all. And you can see he's happy to be doing day to day Dad things, too, despite his clear fatigue. “He wasn't expecting to be up, he'll be tired.” You say with a smile, then glance around at the clock above the cooker hood. “I have to go up and start work,” you say and move a step closer to him. You plant your mouth against his for a gentle kiss, and love the warmth of his arms as he wraps them around you.

“That sweatshirt is like a blanket.” He smirks as you pull away.

“I know, I love it. Especially up there, it's nice to be cosy while I'm working. I'm at the office tomorrow so I'm savouring the freedom to work in my pyjamas today.” You chuckle.

“You could work naked if you wanted, it's not like they're watching.” He laughs. You shake your head in amusement. But he continues with more ridiculous ideas. “Sure, we could be riding on the chair, and you in the middle of a string of emails….”

“Stop!” You laugh, and swat against his arm with an open palm. “You're an idiot.” you shake your head, but he's grinning at you and it's beautiful. “God! Do you think of anything other than sex when you're at home?”

He nods his head and you widen your eyes, waiting for another smartarsed comment. “Cheese,” he says, then laughs at himself as you turn and walk away, chuckling brightly.

You didn't hear him leave with Malachy, nor did you hear him get back home, but you can certainly hear him clattering about in the kitchen now, even two floors up. There's music blaring through Spotify on the TV and he's singing loudly to every track. You can hear it as clearly as if you were sitting down there, and that's with you having a single earbud in for your transcription tape. You pause the tape and save your document, then reach for your phone. It's a little before ten thirty and you know Cillian will be rattling around the house for a few more hours yet. Just knowing he's here is enough to make you feel comforted. You consider slipping down the stairs for a coffee, then you remember that Cillian has promised you breakfast bagels. Suddenly his banging around makes more sense. You reposition yourself in the chair and replace your earbud before continuing with your work.

You weren't exaggerating when you had told Cillian it was a big case. The details you'd read before were meek and mild in comparison to the testimony of the two children themselves. Not even over the age of ten and they'd seen and experienced horrors that would drive adults to insanity. You didn't know how anyone could treat children in these ways, and you didn't know how they'd survived at all. What you took from this aspect of your job, though, was that these children's voices were being heard - sometimes directly off the tapes, sometimes just metaphorically - and that meant those who had caused them harm were being exposed and more often than not, thankfully, being brought to their knees by the judicial system. For that reason, harrowing though it was, you knew there was likely never another role you'd want to take up. You felt, even in your small way, that you were a part of an instrumental band of people who helped these little ones out. Even so, it broke your heart and after a further twenty minutes, you pause the tape again and sit back in your chair with a sigh, drying the tears on your cheeks with the sleeve of your jumper. In all the cases you'd been part of up until now, this one was really hitting you hard. You sniff, determined not to fall too deeply into the darkness, and you're thankful of the disturbance when Cillian opens the door into the office and appears with a tray carrying not only your bagel and a coffee, but his too.

“Ah Y/N,” he says empathetically as he sets the tray onto the small table behind your chair. Your spin slowly, facing him fully. You're always amazed at his ability to read your emotions at a glance - not always to know your exact experiences but to always seem know when you're not your ‘default’ self. “Is it that bad?” He asks.

“Fuck, Cill, it's awful.” You tell him and sigh, shaking your head. You sniff and breathe out deeply. “The poor kids.”

He stands looking at you for a moment with such a gentle expression that you swear you can feel every feeling associated with your work here stepping back, even just a little. “How you can hurt your kids, I'll never fucking understand.” He shakes his head. “But here, c’mon and get this into ya.” He gestures at the table and sits down onto the sofa bed. You scoot the chair closer to the table and smile as he hands you your plate. The bagels - with toppings of smoothly sauced scrambled eggs, chopped chorizo, and spring onions - look simple, but it smells delicious, and you gratefully begin to tuck in with the knife and fork he's provided as Cillian sits back into the sofa with his own plate.

“Malachy get off okay?” You ask, holding your hand in front of your mouth as you talk over a bite of your food.

His own mouth stuffed, Cillian nods with his eyebrows raised as he chews. When he clears his mouthful, he swipes his tongue around his lips before he speaks. “When he finally appeared, yeah.” There's an edge to his tone, a minor irritation, but he's not angry in all sincerity. “He came in and woke me there for the lift out, and only went and got back into his own fucking bed.”

You shake your head with a light laugh, “Oh, he didn't?!”

“He's a messer, and he thought it was deadly craic once we were in the car!” Cillian smirks, and takes another bite from his bagel. “I thought about a nap but, sure, fuck it.”

You turn to your laptop for a moment, refreshing your emails, and reply to one from Amanda, the barrister you're assigned to. You leave your plate on the desk beside you - your bagel half attacked - and focus on your words to respond to her appropriately. Once sent, you snatch your plate back up and turn around to Cillian again. “Have you got plans for the next few hours? Last minute jobs or anything?”

He gives a single nod as he swallows the last mouthful of his food. Leaning forwards, he places the plate back onto the tray and brings his mug of herbal tea with him as he sits back again. “Sitting here with you.” He says.

“You'll be bored, Cill; I've got so much to do.” you say softly, but you're very endeared by his suggestion.

“Ah no, but sure, I can get a book,” he says and sips his tea, then his tone changes a little bit. “Or we can talk.”

You sense it immediately that he means ‘the talk’, and you look at him with a gentle frown, “Cill, now's not…”

“Now is the perfect time,” he says. “I'm going to be gone, bar the odd day here or there, until mid December. I can't carry it all for that long, Y/N, and neither can you. Sure, we shouldn't have to. The wondering or questions, or the guilt and concerns for each other. We're not angry here, not to the point we're hating one another I hope, at least.” He smirks and you can see he's nervous. “But you deserve answers to questions I know you have, and rightly so. I owe you those. And I want to explain myself, my choices and reasons, and without sounding like a cock, you owe me that.” He sits forwards and puts down his mug. “Contact Amanda, ask her for the afternoon off - annual leave, sickness, whatever you want to say. But I've from now ‘til around three-,” he says, “And I want to go to the airport later knowing we understand one another properly. And knowing that when I call ya, or when I come home, we're not gonna be arguing,”

You look back at him with a panicked feeling in the centre of your chest. He's right about needing to do this, you know he is, and he's right too about it being better now than later. You draw your bottom lip between your teeth and blink slowly as you breathe in deeply though your nose. You release your lip, sigh out your held breath noisily, and nod your head. “I'll email Amanda now, I'll say I have a migraine and I'll see her tomorrow.” You say and nervously turn back to your laptop. You tap out a brief but sufficient email and send it across. You sigh once again as you turn back around to him and then raise up your eyebrows. “Okay, so…” you shrug your shoulders. “Where do we start?”

You watch Cillian's expression change, like he's just realised the gravity of this, and he sits back on the sofa again. He raises his eyebrows back at you and absentmindedly runs his tongue over his lips. “I'm sorry I put it before you to be ready for a baby when you weren't. I know that maybe you wouldn't even have come to the decision you did want a baby if I hadn't pushed it. I'm sorry I changed my mind - and I'm going to be sorry for the rest of my fucking life for the way it eventually got told told to you that I had changed my mind.” He speaks with a measured and calm voice, and you know he's thinking about the words he says carefully. “But I changed my mind because of Mal, and Aran, and you, and me, and because of work and because of things that happened before now. I'm away so much, more now than ever, and being away from the boys in not living there, I feel like I'm putting extra distance there, like I don't give them enough. I changed my mind because if we had a baby, I'd be away from you and them too, more than I was for the boys, and that baby being here, with me, would look to the boys like I just moved on and started another life, and left them behind. Like, I can't be there for them all the time but I'd be living with this new child and it wouldn't be fair. And here, maybe they wouldn't think that way, but maybe they would - and I don't want to hurt them like that. I've hurt them enough. And I don't want to up and leave you and a wee one constantly with work; that's not fair on a child, and it's not fair on you. Y/N, I didn't change my mind because I don't want a baby with you - a baby with you would be amazing - but it wouldn't be worth all the sacrifices and...upset we would all be faced with. I just realised I couldn't do it, not to any of us.”

You'd suspected almost exactly this reason, and it was because of that you'd been able to so easily reconcile yourself with his change of mind for the most part, though his mention of past things had made your heart flutter. But the issue wasn't there, it was his choices surrounding that decision that were harder for you to accept or understand. “It's almost exactly what I expected. That's why I kept saying that I could deal with you changing your mind. What I can't understand is why you told her you weren't sure, and that you'd changed your mind once you'd come to that. I can't understand why you could call her up, or meet her, or go in for coffee when you were driving the boys, but you couldn't tell me when I've been right beside you.”

He sighs and it's loud, heavy, and you don't know if he's looking for reasons he hasn't got, or gearing up to tell you something you won't like. You're not sure which is worse - he turned to her because he had always turned to her in the past, which stings, or he turned to her because he had changed his mind about you, too. Your heart thuds heavily in your chest as you wait for his answer. “I never found the moment here but that's not your fault at all, it's mine. I was waiting for the perfect moment, but sure there wouldn't have been one, would there? I'd no fucking sense and put it off. I only talked to Yvonne because she caught me on the phone in bad humour one day, and I just let it all out at her. And I'd talked to her again about the kids that Friday day time before we went out. She was saying that Malachy wasn't coming, but Aran was, and she'd asked if I'd talked to you yet. Obviously I didn't know that you'd made your mind up and were going to tell me then, so when I got thick with you in the restaurant, it was because she'd reminded me of needing to sew me bollocks on and talk to you. But you got there first and I felt like a fucking eejit.”

*Did she change your mind for you?” You ask him and suddenly you feel like your anxiety is asking the questions now. There's an edge to your voice and you know he hears it by the way his brows twitch in together at the bridge of his nose. “In you, um, having concerns, did she give you a few more, and guilt you with Malachy and Aran?”

“No.” His reply is blunt, immediate, and with a single shake of his head. “I feel how I feel because it's - it's how I feel, it's what's I'm fucking afraid of. It isn't because of Yvonne, not in the way you think it is anyway. She didn't tell me it was a bad idea, not to do it. The only thing she encouraged or insisted on was that I shut up fecking moaning at her and tell you.” He sighs and shakes his head, and while he is staying so calm you can hear that accent creeping in and know the passion is behind his words. “When you said it yesterday, that if she was the reason for my decision then we'd need to talk about our relationship - fuck, Y/N, you floored me. That you'd think I’d be going behind your back, that you'd think I'd go back to her and be miserable like I was for months or more before we met. Or that I'd let her dictate anything that goes on here, with us. Jesus fuck, Y/N! Sure, I wish you'd let go of your own fucking guilt there, so that you'd stop expecting me to be fucking about because we did jt. You didn't break us up, you didn't cause an issue, you didn't…lure me off. I didn't fuck about on Yvonne then because I'm an arsehole, seduced like, by a young one! I didn't then, and I'm not now - not with anyone, and definitely not with Yvonne. I'm not talking with her outside of that there, and the kids, and pleasantries. You and I got talking that day in Busáras, and we'd a good chat. I didn't expect to be bumping into you again, but there you were a week later and you got me right after the worst week Yvonne and me had had in months. You didn't ruin us, you didn't break us, but by fuck, boy, did you make all the difference for me straight off. Since I made up my mind with where I was, all that’s been important to me is you and the lads. It's why I make half the decisions I do. My own stupidity would be the reason for the rest of my fucking choices.” There's a smirk and a shake of his head that you know means he's trying so hard to keep this a conversation, to not cause a row at all. “I'm gonna be forty nine next year; I've two grown sons, a failed fucking marriage, …but I have you.” He smiles softly as he looks at you. Your eyes haven't left him, you're scanning his face and taking mental notes on his words and his accent and pitch changes. You read it all, remember it all, because it gives everything away about him. So far, it's working. “I never want to be in a position again where something I've done comes back negatively on you again, or the boys. I know you think I don't care, but I do keep the perceptions of me in the back of me head. And of you. I don't want you slagged on th’internet, nor the kids to suffer.”

You take a deep breath as he falls quiet for a moment and watch him bring his right hand to his face. His fingers move back and forth over his lips, his tongue flicks around in his mouth and you can see it through his parted lips as it assaults the single, set-back lower tooth with side to side swishes. “All I could think about, after we'd had sex and not used anything, was about going back to that place in England by myself.” You watch his eyes close slowly at your words and you know he feels something there, the same as you. He'd reminded you of this, now, when he said that past things had helped him change his mind. Your mind flies straight back... You didn't blame him for the need to go, nor that you were alone - he wasn't able to do anything about that at all, and you were not punishing him for it - but you hated the thought of it ever being repeated like that. “Because you'd changed your mind, and we still fucked like that, and all I could think about was sorting it sooner this time, knowing sooner this time, so that we didn't have to do that - so that I didn't have to feel that again. I don't regret the termination, but I think I resented the possibility of having to feel those feelings again and feeling like you would just expect me to, because you'd changed your mind.” You take a deep breath and it shakes hard in your chest. “I'm not saying you would, I'm saying that's what I was scared of, what I was worried about. That and the feeling like I'd had my head whipped around because I'd finally wanted what I thought you wanted now, too.”

He's listens to you talking with his eyes closed and you know he is feeling it hard. He swallows hard, audible across the quiet room, and he drops his hand as he opens his eyes. “It kills me all the time that you'd to get the termination at all. I know we decided and it was the right thing - it was, I'll never change my mind on that; Yvonne and me weren't even separated at the time, but it was coming and if…" he takes a deep breath in, and his tongue swipes out over his lips in an anxious stim. “Y/N, it kills me that you'd to go through it, and alone, and that all I could do was fucking ring ya - and not see ya til, what? Four days later? Maybe it's half the reason I thought about a baby together being a good idea at the start, so you knew I'd never let you go through that again if it could be avoided. I dunno…” he sighs, and his breath shakes too. “I was an arsehole to have sex with no precautions around your birthday, because we were only after talking that little bit. It fucked with your head, and it put us in a position where we might have had to have had that fucking conversation again and I am so fucking sorry.”

You puff out your cheeks as you breathe out at his words, his declarations, and you nod your head slowly. “Yeah, but you were right that night in London. I didn't mention a fucking condom either.” You push your hands onto the armrests of the chair and get to your feet. His eyes stay on you as you round the table and drop down to the balls of your feet, crouching before his knees. “The termination before you were separated was the right choice. And it being some of the reason you're sure now, among other things, that kids aren't on the cards is understandable. And I am okay with that. You're a good man. You're not perfect, at all, but you're not intentionally cruel. I know my anxiety is a bone of contention, and so is my guilt, and I am sure it'll never go away completely. But I want you to know, please, that in this exact moment, I don't think you're sneaking around, or going back to her, and I completely understand why you changed your feelings. And I need you to know that I'm okay with those feelings, and that it's going to take me time to get back there, but I will be fine with us remaining just us.” Your palms rest on his knees - to steady yourself as much as to touch him - and you sits forwards more and places his hands over yours. “And I am forever thankful for my delayed coach, and Malachy's late trip return, on that day on Store Street. I never thought that Busáras would be a landmark for me in Dublin, but it is!” You smile and you can feel your eyes slowly welling with tears. You close your eyes and let them fall as he leans even closer, moving his face close to yours, and pushes his lips against yours.

He wraps his fingers around yours and takes your hands, pulling you up, “Sit down here,” he says, and insists you join him on the sofa. When you do, he wraps his arm around at his side and pulls you in. “You know I can even remember the top you had on.” He says after a moment of quiet. His cheek is resting on top of your head and your right hand is toying with the fingers of his right hand where they sit together on his thigh. You flick at his fingers and smooth your thumb back and forth, and you smile as he speaks about your first meeting. “A fucking Gaa jersey that was, eh, half Dublin and half fucking Galway. You said you hadn't a clue about Gaelic football but your friends were getting married and it was their respective counties, so you were meeting up for the hen do, and all the girls were wearing these jerseys!”

You laugh lightly, “That's right!”

“And me there hanging around like a knob for Malachy to come in from the school trip. You moved your bag off the chair there and let me sit down, and you'd not a fucking notion who I was, and it was so fucking cool.” He smiles and you can feel the movement of his cheek in your hair.

“You talked my ear off about Lennon, your boys, and a book about some journalist who fucks off to Europe.” You laugh a little. “Who'd have known we'd be here now?” He lifts his head from yours and, when he does, you look up at him. “I'd never have imagined but there's very little I'd change, or do differently, if we had a do-over.” You say softly, and a smile slowly pushes into his cheeks. “I really think that I do regret nothing with you.”

He fights his hand out of your fiddling fingers and brings his palm up against your cheek, then draws your face to his for a passionate kiss. His thumb smooths over your cheek as you move your head back slightly a moment later. “I love you.” He whispers, desperately quiet.

You haven't magically become fine, but his words are so important and affirming that you know that it will be okay. You can get through the future because you're dealing with the past, you tell yourself, and you've got him by your side as a rock or strength. You move until you can place your head on his shoulder and it's warm and loving when he wraps his arms around you and holds you close and tight. You're safe, you're reassured, and you can handle it all.

[callmearcturus]

bro and i talking about if the rumor's true and S4 of the show is about the lady greyhounds.

a wishlist:

nate and ted both coaching the women's team. the HISTORY. the DRAMA. the way being surrounded by women who could kill him would debuff nate enough for him and ted to heal their relationship.

ted being unable to open his eyes in the locker room for a while, he cannot quit kill the puritan in his heart, that takes time.

re-do of the episode 1 scene where ted uses black tape to cover up nude posters in the lockers, then stops and calls keeley bc is he actually suppressing women's sexuality by doing this???? ted: "it just feels like i oughta not" keeley: "why? do you think women who shag women put up posters of naked breasts out of a sense of artistic appreciation or something?" ted: "you know, now that you say it, i hear the double standard. appreciate you."

the Believe sign doesn't need to be hung up, in the meantime since S3 and S4 it has been painted along entire walls of the clubhouse. the first time Ted sees a yellow wall and "BELIEVE" he stops in his tracks and almost cries

directly quoting @treeprince: "Ted realizing the whole team is gonna have one person come out as straight thats been pretending to be gay to fit in. a direct inverse to colin's episode"

the boot room is still where people go for important talks obvsly

ted has to break up at least 3x as many fights as with the men's team

on the other hand, ted actually vibing way more with the women's team because the higher median of emotional vulnerability appeals to him.

at least one player MUST be capable of lifting ted in celebration after a win. yes we know ted's a broad tall guy. i don't care.

nate becoming slightly concerned one of the hot, cool football ladies is going to seduce jade. bonus points for keeley specifically being friendly with jade making nate a lil competitive. double bonus is jade is fully cognizant of this and just enjoys the show.

just fucking steal the fanfic trope and make Trent the new press manager for AFC Richmond with Keeley focusing on brand outreach.

ted: i noticed the second edition got re-titled The Lasso Way trent: ah yes well marketing said the other title tested poorly ted: well i'll just hang onto my first edition. it's signed by the author and everything.

tree again: "there had better be at least one (1) scene of an older player going "when i was in uni you were 13, is that fucked up or what" and the youngin drunkenly asking for her to put her ciggy out on her"

running joke of the show: "wait, the gaffer's straight? are you sure?"

bonus points for, per tree: "it would be cute if they all think hes just too nervous to ask out trent cuz trent's like a proper queer lad, and hes got such great hair, ted's a divorced dad who still thinks his mustache is "trendy" and quips like if he doesnt say something American every time he breathes he might die, like a shark that stops swimming"

henry living in london bc ted deserves the same custody michelle had

michelle and ted no longer friendly bc ted did finally turn in dr. jacob bryanson for horrendous malpractice. they can heal their relationship over a few seasons' time.

[morallygrayboys]

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The ones we lost

Wally Cark x fem!reader

summary: Wally Clark was her world—her first love, her best friend, the one person who made everything feel right. But now he’s gone, ripped away in an instant, leaving behind nothing but echoes of laughter in empty hallways and a heart that feels permanently shattered. Every day is a struggle as she walks through Split River High, surrounded by the ghosts of memories that refuse to fade.

warnings: death, grief, loss of a loved one

Author's Note: It's possible that this could turn into a series, but for now, this is just a singular fanfic. If there are any recommendations for future fics or a continuance of this one, my requests are always open ♡

Wally’s POV

Star-crossed lovers Masterlist

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Announcer on PA: "He's got the ball. Wally Clark, down the field. He's at the 40, he's at the 30."

The stadium was electric, the crowd roaring as the final moments of the homecoming game played out under the bright Friday night lights. I sat in the stands, bundled in Wally’s varsity jacket, my heart pounding with excitement and nerves. This was his night—his chance to shine. I could already picture him grinning ear to ear afterward, sweeping me up in a post-game hug, the way he always did.

Then it happened.

Announcer: "Clark takes a big hit. He is down."

The hit came out of nowhere. One second, Wally was sprinting down the field, and the next, a player blindsided him with a brutal tackle. I watched, breathless, as his body lifted off the ground, flipping unnaturally in the air. The sickening crack echoed through the stadium as he landed hard on the turf, his head snapping at an awful angle. The crowd fell eerily silent.

My stomach dropped. Announcer: "This doesn't look good for Wally Clark."

“Get up, Wally,” I whispered, gripping the edge of my seat, willing him to move. To even twitch. But he didn’t. The players around him hesitated before frantically waving for help. Coaches and medics rushed the field, but he just lay there, still, too still. A cold dread settled over me, crawling up my spine.

This wasn’t like the other times he’d been hit. This was different.

Somewhere in the distance, I heard a voice yelling his name. It took me a second to realize it was mine...

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The days after felt like a blur. A never-ending, suffocating blur. The hospital waiting room, the murmured apologies from doctors, the way his mother collapsed into sobs when they told us he was gone.

It felt unreal, like some kind of cruel joke.

Because how could Wally be gone? He was just here. Just laughing with me, just kissing me goodbye before the game, just promising me we'd go to the lake this weekend.

But he wasn’t here anymore. He never would be again.

I don’t remember much about the funeral. Just the weight in my chest, the way the world felt too bright for a day so dark.

People kept talking about him like he was a memory, but I couldn't accept that.

He wasn’t just a memory. He was still mine. My Wally. I stopped going to football games. Couldn’t even look at the field. Every time I walked past it, I swore I could still hear the echo of that hit, the way the crowd gasped, the way my heart broke in real time.

I needed somewhere to go, somewhere that felt like him.

That’s how I met Mr. Daniels, the janitor. He saw me wandering the halls after school one day, lingering in places I shouldn’t be. I expected him to scold me, to tell me to go home, but instead, he just asked, "Looking for somewhere quiet?" I nodded, and after a moment, he motioned for me to follow. He led me to an old storage room near the back of the school, long forgotten and covered in dust. "Nobody uses this place anymore," he said, tossing me a key. "Clean it up if you want. Just don’t tell anyone."

So I did. I spent hours there, sweeping the dust away, hanging up old pictures of Wally from my locker, draping his jacket over the back of a rickety chair.

It wasn’t much, but it was his. And being there, surrounded by the echoes of our time together, made me feel like I wasn’t completely alone.

One day, while sitting in that room, I let myself remember. Really remember. The way Wally smiled when he was nervous. The way his laugh sounded when he was truly happy. And, finally, the way he looked just before it all went wrong.

The scar of that night never left me. I replayed it over and over, but deep down, I knew what happened.

One night, sitting there alone, I whispered to the empty space, "I miss you, Wally." And though the room was silent, though I would never see his face again, I swore I could feel something—just the faintest hint of warmth, like he was still with me in some way. I still dream about him.

Sometimes, I wake up thinking I hear his voice, feel his arms around me. But when I open my eyes, the room is empty. Still, I know the truth.

He’s not lost. Not really. As long as I remember him, as long as I keep this small piece of him close, he’ll always be here. And maybe, just maybe, one day, I’ll see him again.