#good request. i like striker :)

[hypogryffin]

Erina and Sophie....

erina and sophie..... perhaps even sophie and erina....

[hellsslibrary]

I have a request for you!! How about a Sae being fucked after he lost a match and frustrated he fights with the reader, one thing leads to another and he ends up crying while the reader penetrates him.

CAN YOU DO IT PLEASE, I WOULD APPRECIATE IT VERY MUCH, I DON'T SPEAK ENGLISH, I SPEAK SPANISH, BUT I LOVE WHAT YOU WRITE.

Thanks!

MASTERLIST is here.

#a.n. : hey, bitches. Don't ask where I've been, you can assume that life has been too good and I've been in heaven for the last... A couple months(?) and I have 89 requests. I'll do them, yeah. I'll try, really hard. I'll do a couple today. ,

!!Warnings: top!male!reader, bottom!Sae, Sae is slightly more dominant but there's no dom/sub, crying (obviously), by the way, it's mostly hurt/comfort, not sexual contact, but a little later in the beginning and at the very end it's still there (I was drawn to something more tragic, and I also just can't imagine Sae crying during sex, so I did it emotionally), pretty wholesome overall!!

"You... regret giving that ball away, huh?" The question escapes your lips as Sae rewinds the footage of his match for the thirty-seventh time, probably trying to get something across to you, himself, or both of you.

"No regrets. I'm annoyed. If I knew that striker was that bad..." Sae sighs, running a hand through his hair, and then turns his gaze to you.

And his eyes are surprisingly thoughtful as he pokes your chest lightly and then just pushes you, causing your figure to fall onto the couch, and he is hovering over you, stroking the curve of your chin.

"You're going to fuck me... Now," Sae says it a little hesitantly, not wanting to force you to do anything, especially just out of spite, but his eyes immediately widen when you switch him and you, instead pressing him to the couch.

And here we are...

"You're always so tight after matches, you know?" a rhetorical question escapes your lips and you feel Sae's palm on your ass squeeze.

"All my muscles are tense... It's normal," Sae mutters, looking down, watching how your cock disappears and reappears inside him.

And this time, for some reason, it really fascinates him. The older Itoshi exhales sharply, looking up at your face, which immediately becomes slightly worried when you see his clouded gaze... Which shouldn't have appeared in the first round.

"Is it okay? We can stop or..." you stop your movements, but squeak when you feel his heel kicking your thigh, and you resume the pace, and he just shakes his head and whispers: "It's okay, really. Don't be an idiot, you haven't fucked me properly yet."

Sae's voice twitched slightly at the end, when the head of your dick rested exactly where it should. And his hands instinctively grabbed your shoulders, pressing your body into his own and his breath caught when he felt your warm, rapid breath on the skin of his neck.

That fucking moment with the ball continues to spin in his head. That cocky smile of that brunette when he said he would score. His own perfect, beautiful pass... And that one-celled bastard sends the ball fifteen meters beyond the net.

Why does he really care so much? He shouldn't care, it's not his fault he trusted that idiot. He would have stuck with Sae anyway, but there was still a feeling of anxiety in his heart back then, a feeling of fucking insecurity that he least wanted to feel now. Right now, he should feel amazing when you penetrate him, hug you, kiss you, listen to your stupid compliments and let you know how good he feels.

But he couldn't.

He thought it would make him get rid of everything. Of course it feels good. Who wouldn't feel good when their man holds them so carefully and does all this to their body? But this... It's just not like usual.

Sae feels an unpleasant lump in his throat, which he can't swallow, and a traitorous sob escapes his lips. His shoulders are shaking. The legs wrapped around your hips fall. And his cold hands immediately cover his face.

You stop immediately, not expecting him to cry. Well, not during sex, obviously. Does it hurt? Or maybe he doesn't like it? Are you overdoing it? You...

"Get out of me."

Four quiet words break you out of your thoughts and you immediately pull out your dick and Sae removes one hand from his face, which was already tear-stained, his eyes and nose turned bright red and he looked into your eyes.

"What happened? Did I do something wrong, Sae?" you ask hesitantly, and he just shakes his head and kisses the corner of your lips so that you don't worry too much, and then buries his face in your chest, just shaking and soaking your T-shirt with tears.

"I don't know why I'm crying," the Japanese mumbles, clinging to you like a cat clinging to a radiator in winter. He seeks comfort in you, such a rare, but such a necessary consolation for the shaky balance in his soul.

You just hug him and kiss the top of his head, burying his face in the midfielder's disheveled hair, starting to rock him in your arms and humming some melody. Even if it was stupid or you couldn't sing and it sounded out of tune. Just to let Sae know he wasn't alone, to affect almost all of his senses.

"... Do you want me to beat him up?" You ask as the shaking in his shoulders subsides slightly, though the crying continues judging by the liquid seeping through the fabric onto your chest.

"Seriously? If I tell you to kill him, you will?" He asks, wiping his face, exhaling shakily, trying to catch his breath and then looking up at you.

"Only if you visit me in prison."

Sae snorts at this, but says nothing, because words are unnecessary here. Completely unnecessary, his hands fall on your shoulders and he climbs into your lap, looking into your eyes, and then kisses the tip of your nose.

"I will."

You blush slightly at this, which makes Sae smile a little, almost imperceptibly. Just a slight upturn of the corners of her lips, and then it turns into something more sly.

"I owe you, don't I?"

He asks and you twitch as he takes your now semi-hard cock and lifts his hips, rubbing the rim of it right against the head.

"What? Sae— Fuck!" You breathe out, grabbing his hips as he sits down on your cock in one easy motion... Well, at least you comforted the man you love, right?

"Relax. It's your turn to cry, love," Sae mumbles, leaning down to your neck, kissing the crook of your shoulder and neck, starting to move his hips in a figure eight, and your cock immediately begins to harden again, causing Sae to only moan in pleasure.

[wileys-russo]

Not sure if you’re taking requests but I’m a sad and anxious American who could use a bit of happiness rn. Thank you in advance but also no worries if this doesn’t spark anything.

Just a little fluffy something with Leah or Alessia at home, “there’s no way these are vegan” after surprising them with homemade brownies

special brownies II l.williamson, a.russo

"less you can't eat brownies, we have a match tomorrow." leah reminded sternly as you carded your fingers through the moody strikers hair, her head resting in your lap as she groaned loudly at your other girlfriends words.

"yeah leah a match i have to play on my period! at least let me eat some sort of warm chocolate if i can't curl into a ball and die." alessia mumbled miserably, rolling over and pushing her face into your hoodie covered stomach.

"don't!" you mouthed at the older girl who scoffed and was clearly ready to say something that absolutely would not help the situation. "i'll make you brownies for after the game tomorrow baby, i promise." you assured alessia, rubbing her back gently as she huffed, clearly not happy but somewhat accepting of the offer.

"with ice cream?" "with ice cream." "that vanilla bean ice cream in the blue container?" "yes lessi, i will make sure to buy that exact ice cream just for you."

"you're going to bake brownies from scratch?" leah snickered, lifting your shared girlfriends legs and settling herself onto the sofa, alessia digging her heels into leahs thigh mumbling about a foot massage, making the defender roll her eyes but oblige none the less.

"yes i am. are you going to try and tell me i can't? little miss 'childrens menu'." you narrowed your eyes skeptically, feeling alessia chuckle lightly before leah squeezed her foot too hard and her head popped up to shoot her a glare.

"well babe i think we all remember the last time you tried to bake. i, at least, can admit that i am not a good cook. which is why i'm dating one and a half of them!" leah grinned, quickly assuring the grumpy striker that she was the one and you were the half.

"half!" you protested, a little pinch to your thigh meaning you resumed scratching alessia's back where you'd paused momentarily, glaring daggers at the other girl a few cushions down.

"you do your best baby, and your best is good. but maybe you could just buy some brownies? that little cafe leah loves does them with the chocolate chips, we can grab a coffee and then heat them up later after the game." alessia mumbled into your chest, patting your thigh in an attempt to show support.

"do you both really think i'm that incapable of making brownies?" you asked in disbelief, the silence in response practically deafening. "wow! well the truth comes out." you scoffed in offense, both blondes heads snapping toward you as you attempted to wiggle out from alessias grip.

"no come on love don't be like that! baking just isn't for everyone. same as football isn't for everyone or maths isn't for everyone, its fine!" alessia held on tightly, tugging you back down and shuffling her body to lay on you more as you crossed your arms.

"everyone has their own special skill set baby girl, yours just doesn't include baking. more like...burning? hey i bet if we were ever stranded on a desert island you'd be able to get a fire going!" leah was clearly trying to be on the same supportive track as your other girlfriend but failing miserably as even alessia cringed at the attempt.

"no baby she didn't mean that don't-" but this time you managed to pull yourself free and roll out from beneath alessia, shooting up to your feet and taking turns glaring at the two blondes still laid up on the sofa.

"tomorrow i will not be coming to your game. i am going to spend the afternoon here baking and you will both come home to the best fucking brownies you've ever tasted-no actually the best vegan brownies you've ever tasted because i am that confident that i can do it. even without dairy!" you announced, stomping off to go sulk by yourself and look up some recipes.

"wait but babe you're still going to get regular ice cream right? not vegan ice cream? right? babe!"

~

you'd been so confident, you really had, which had made the fall from grace and back into reality a difficult one.

the reality that your girlfriends doubts weren't so far fetched and you might not actually be capable of baking, all the more prickly an acceptance to swallow.

which is what had lead to this disgustingly sneaky switch, the evidence of your previous three attempts scattered strategically around the kitchen for your lovers to see, and the evidence of the store bought brownies you'd rushed out to buy instead well hidden at the very bottom of the trash bins.

you'd just taken them out of the microwave to warm them up, very carefully stacking them up on a plate when you heard alessia's car in the driveway, leah playing passenger princess today.

they'd done their best this morning to grovel and sweet talk and try their very hardest to change your mind about coming to the game but you were stubborn by nature and once it was made up there wasn't much to be done to change it.

so they'd trudged off to the match like kicked puppies and you'd spent your afternoon burning chocolate and yelling at the oven trying to shift the blame before inevitably accepting your fate.

however you'd made such a fuss and a point both last night and this morning about your abilities that you may have accepted your fate, but you had no intent on letting your girlfriends do the same, the art of deception hopefully saving you the further embarrassment of eating your words with an audience.

"you did it!" alessias eyes lit up as she entered the kitchen first, hair damp and scraped up into a bun. "congratulations on the hat trick baby." you smiled, pecking her lips a few times before her loving gaze dropped down to the sweet treats on the counter.

"i think she plays better on her period." leah mused as she wandered in, the younger blonde shooting her a dirty look in response as leah kissed her cheek apologetically and wrapped you in a hug.

"you're so much prettier when you don't talk." you teased, squeezing her face in your hand with a wink as leah pulled a face and blew a raspberry on your cheek.

"less!" you laughed, turning around a few seconds later and already finding the striker with a mouthful of brownie, crumbs down the front of her hoodie and a blissed out look on her face.

"what? i was promised these!" she defended still with a mouthful of food making you wince and push her lightly. "yes you were babe and you more than earned them." you chuckled, leah reaching around you to take one for herself.

"babe there's no way these are vegan!" the milton keynes local scoffed after a mere sniff causing your eyes to roll as she took a cautious bite. "are too." you gestured your arms around to the plethora of substitutes piled around the kitchen as leah hummed skeptically.

"just tell her she did a good job, shut up, and stuff your face with chocolate leah." alessia defended, hugging you from behind as you smiled gratefully and kissed her jaw, pushing away from her as she shoved the other half of the baked good into her mouth and sent crumbs showering down on you.

"well i need a quick shower but ice creams in the freezer-" you kissed alessia's cheek since her lips were preoccupied making out with a brownie.

"-whipped creams in the fridge." you pecked leahs lips knowingly. "oi!" the defender grabbed at you as your hand collected with her ass with a wink, escaping to the bathroom for a shower and leaving them to their brownies.

which may have been a mistake.

when you returned it was to a welcomingly quiet living room, both of your blondes laid on the lounge watching a film, which judging by the bored look on leahs face and the concentrated one on alessia's, the film had been the strikers choice.

offering them both a cup of tea which was met with a resoundingly quick yes from each you disapeared to the kitchen, not hearing leah get up to follow you much to alessia's grumpy protests at being left alone.

"you know babe i noticed something very interesting about your brownies." leah hummed causing you to jump a little not having thought anyone was with you, flicking the kettle on to boil and raising an eyebrow at her questioningly.

"well you know i love a good jigsaw, yeah?" leah questioned, grabbing the plate of brownies which was remarkably untouched given alessia's desire to inhale the lot of them just moments before you ducked off for a shower.

"but with a jigsaw, all the pieces...have to match up." leah nodded down as your eyes dropped, leah having lined up the brownies which sure enough weren't even close to matching up together the way they would if you'd baked them in the tray you'd claimed to.

"well thats because-" "oh no no my girl, i wasn't asking." leah interrupted with a shake of her head and a finger pressed to your lips. "i know you didn't bake those, and they sure as shit aren't vegan." leah smirked knowingly, pulling your body closer into hers as she leaned down, lips ghosting your own as right as you tried to kiss her she pulled away, smirk growing wider as her hands slipped up your hoodie.

"the only question i want the answer to is, how are you going to make it up to us for lying baby?"

[pitchsidestories]

More than a pretty face II Alessia Russo x Williamson!Reader

romantic masterlist | platonic masterlist | word count: 1630

summary: Leah is the third wheel whenever she’s with your girlfriend Alessia and you. While the striker struggles with her body image.

author's note: hi everyone, we combined the request with an idea we had in the back of our mind and we hope you'll like the mix of lightheartedness and heavier topics. 🤍❤️

Post-training dinners were one of your favourite team traditions. Every few weeks, after a long, hard session, the entire Arsenal squad would go out for a meal. You loved the combination of good food and conversations with your friends. It was something that you were looking forward to every time.

Too preoccupied with arguing with your sister, you completely forgot about the pasta before you. At least until you heard Kyra giggle on the other side of the table.

“Lessi, are you kidding?”, she laughed.

You watched Alessia frown at her: “Why?”

“There’s only green on your plate.”, Kyra grimaced in disgust, pointing at your girlfriend’s salad.

“Yeah, I wanted a salad.”

You studied her plate from across the table. No toppings, no dressing, just plain salad.

Leah involved herself in their conversation: “Nothing wrong with that. Kyra, you could need some greens too.”

Kyra wrinkled her nose again: “Ew.”

Alessia shrugged, smiling: “She’s not wrong.”

It was a polite smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

“Yes, she is. That’s not what you need after a long training session.“, Kyra complained jokingly.

You bit your lip and watched as your girlfriend discussed different food choices with your teammates.

With nervous fingers, you tapped Beths arm and whispered: “Beth?”

The midfielder turned to you: “Hm?”

“I feel like Lessi… I think the comments about her appearance got to her.”, you carefully formulated the worry that had begun to appear in your chest. Suddenly, your stomach was in knots, you weren’t hungry anymore.

“You think so?”, Beth asked in surprise.

“I do… Look.”

She followed your gaze towards Alessia.

“The salad?”

You nodded cautiously: “Yes. Do you think I’m paranoid?”

Alessia had struggled before with her body image, you knew that. So, every sign of changes in her eating pattern sent a subtle wave of panic through your body.

Beth sighed: “I think if you really want to know, you should talk to her.”

You forced a smile: “Ugh, why are you always right?”

“Sorry.“

“Always, right? What did you two chat about?”, Leah asked innocently.

Beth shrugged and deliberately lied to your sister: “Football stuff.”

“Yes, things you wouldn’t understand, Lee.”, you joked, teasing her.

Leah rolled her eyes at you as she so often did: “Oh yeah, because I obviously don’t play football.”

“You do but no that up front.”, you explained.

“Still.”

“Will you drive with us to this team activity thing next week?”

“Nah, I don’t want to be the third wheel again between you two lovers.”, Leah quickly shook her head.

Beth snorted: “You don’t mind that any other time either.”

 “And it's not our fault that your girlfriend is American”, you added in a teasing tone, which earned you a playful slap from your sister.

Her lips formed to a pout:” Doesn’t take away from the fact that I don’t want to hang out with you two. I’m driving with Lia and Kim.”

“Oh, wow.”, you whistled, pretended to be offended by her decision.

This didn’t stop the defender from mockingly continuing: “Besides, you’re a horrible driver.”

“Thanks, Lee.”, you rolled your eyes at her.

It was the night of your team activity, usually it involved dinner and games, and you were leaning against the open door of your bedroom to check on your girlfriend:” You’re ready, Lessi? We should be leaving soon?”

“No, I hate my outfit.”, she groaned in frustration, still laying on the bed.

When you noticed the dried tears on her cheeks, your heart broke a little. In the late afternoon light, the blonde looked gorgeous, and you wished she could see herself as you saw her, the striker was even sadly breathtaking.

You gently took Alessia's hands, in which she had hidden her face: “Less, you look beautiful.”

“I don’t.”, the forward replied with a trembling voice.

“Alessia?”

“Yes?”, your girlfriend glanced up at you.

Softly, you asked her:” Would you like to change into something more comfortable?”

“Can I wear your sweater?”, a small smile appeared on the blonde’s lips.

In one quick swipe you pulled off your oversized pullover to hand it to her: “You.. yes, you can have it.”

Alessia pressed the garment gratefully to her chest and explained:” It’s just the comfiest thing.”

In a sincere tone, you whispered into her ear: “You also look very cute in it.”

For a second, she beamed at your words before her grin disappeared as quickly as it had come, leaving only a gloomy expression on her face. “Do you think the comments are wrong or right?”, the striker questioned.

“I knew it was about the comments.”, you mumbled.

 “And oh god, maybe I’m a bad role model if I sometimes don’t feel confident in my own body.”, your girlfriend panicked.

Soothingly you began to stroke her back: ”Lessi, calm down.”

“Sorry.”

You cupped her face tenderly in your hands, hoping that your sentences reached her:” Listen, it’s normal not to feel confident all the time. No one does. You’re not doing anything wrong and you’re not a bad role model.”

“But you and your sister look so perfect.”, Alessia protested weakly.

“That’s not true, Less. We’re not perfect, no one is.”

She smiled sheepishly: “At least you’re perfect to me.”

Apparently, your words began to have an effect, because the striker added cheekily: “Aside from the fact that you snore at night, it's not exactly Sleeping Beauty-like.”

“Shut up!”, you playfully hit her arm with the pillow.

Alessia giggled. The sound was like music to your ears.

A little smirk appeared on her face: “Make me.”

You were only too willing to bridge the gap between the two of you and put your lips on hers until your girlfriend was too out of breath to keep talking.

But before you could make a move, Alessia interrupted herself after checking the time on her phone: “Actually, wait for it until after team bonding.”

You heaved a frustrated sigh but still slipped into your jacket: “Fine. Ready to go?”

“I’m ready.”

You both left your apartment but before you got into Alessias car, you took her hand and held her back: “Less?”

Alessia turned towards you: “Huh?”

“You’re beautiful and you’re a great athlete, okay? It doesn’t matter what other people think.”, you assured her one last time.

She nodded thoughtfully: “Okay.”

“Okay, now let’s go, pretty girl.”, you smiled at her.

You got into the passenger seat of her car while Alessia drove.

“I hope they got Pizza on the menu so we can share.”, your girlfriend said suddenly.

You laughed, surprised by her comment: “Oh no. You always say that and then you’ll complain that the pizza in Italy is better.”

“It’s true! Nothing beats Pizza in Italy.”

“See?”, you rolled your eyes with a laugh.

“Okay, fine. I still want to share Pizza with you.”

“Me too.”, you grinned. Your heart skipped a beat, seeing how excited Alessia seemed to be.

You arrived at the location five minutes late and you would have gotten away with it if it wasn’t for your sister.

“Hi, you two are fashionably late.”, she greeted you with a wink.

You shrugged and lied to her: “My fault. We had to make out in the car first.”

Leah grimaced: “Disgusting.”

“Oh, someone’s a gremlin again.”, Alessia teased.

Your sister pouted and turned to Lia: “Wally, they’re impossible.”

“You love them.”, the Swiss player replied matter-of-factly.

“Sadly, I do but don’t tell them.”

“I would never. But I’m sure they know, you love to hang out of them.”, Lia laughed.

“Even when I feel left out sometimes because look at them.”, Leah complained, pointing at where you and Alessia were studying the menu.

Lia grinned: “They’re a couple and you’re surprised about that?”

“Elle and I are not that bad.”

You looked up and glared at your sister: “Yes, you are.”

“Shut up.”, Leah retorted.

You shook your head: “No. The pizzas arrived, my friends.”

Alessias eyes lit up as a server placed the plate in front of her: “Finally.”

The good food, lively conversations with your teammates and your girlfriend’s genuine smile warmed your heart and soul.

Once the dinner was over Leah gave you a short hug:” Drive home safely.”

“You’re not driving with us?”, you asked astonished.

The defender paused for a moment, pretending to think carefully about the question, before answering with a grin on her lips:” Actually, yes, I’ll come with you, but only if Alessia drives.”

Gallantly, Alessia opened the passenger doors and bowed slightly to you both:” Get inside my passenger princesses.”

“Excuse me. I’m the passenger princess, she can sit in the backseat.”, you promptly protested.

“Ugh, fine.”, Leah grimaced as the blonde sat down right behind you.

With a sweet smile, you turned your head towards your sister:” Sorry, big sis.”

“You’re not really sorry.”, the older woman observed her arms crossed in front of her chest.

Your giggles filled the car:”No.”

Amused, Alessia shook her head and turned up the volume on the radio. Once her car stopped in front of the defender’s house, she said:” Good night, Leah.”

“Night, girls.”, the blonde waved goodbye and skipped buoyantly to her front door.

On the way to your home, your girlfriend began nervously.” Amore, I thought about what you said earlier.”

“And?”

“You were right.”, Alessia conceded.

The car stopped at the red light, the rain pattering on the roof, as you hugged her from the side with relief and gave her a kiss on the cheek: “You’re so much more than a pretty face, Lessi, please never forget that.”

“And so are you.”, she replied in an earnest tone, pressing her lips gently to your hand.

Then Alessia continued the drive through the night, the lights of London guiding you both to your home.

[esmeefreckles]

May i request a g!p aitana x reader

Where reader has been in life with aitana for a long time constantly flirted with aitana but aitana is oblivious and has not made a move on reader but reader gets g!p aitana's attention by whispering dirty things to aitana during a game it works cause they end up having very hot passionate sex at the end g!p aitana ask reader to be her girlfriend the next day they walk in to the training to teasing from mapi , alexia and patri

Ps reader is a striker for barca

Also hope this is ok I have a few positions that I'd like to have in the sex part of the fic

Reverse cowgirl

Doggystyle

Hope this is ok sorry I just thought I'd help by being a bit specific

Yours | Aitana Bonmati G!P x reader

+18 SMUT MINORS DNI

DOGGY STYLE. COWGIRL POSITION. BLOW JOBS. VAGINAL FINGERING. CUNNILINGUS. CREAMPIE. G!P.

A/N: A huge thank you to @softidiotsposts for being the beta reader and helping me so much with this fic.

You weren’t sure when exactly it had started. The lingering glances, the teasing remarks and the way your touches lasted a second too long. Maybe it had always been this way with Aitana but somewhere along the way, your harmless flirting had turned into something more.

And yet, Aitana never took the hint.

It had become a running joke within the team, how you shamelessly flirted with Aitana, and how she either ignored it or remained blissfully unaware. Patri once told you that Aitana was either the most oblivious person on earth or she was purposefully ignoring it. You didn’t know which one was worse.

But today, you were done waiting.

From the moment the whistle blew, you played with purpose. Not just to win the match, but for something else entirely. Every time you passed Aitana, you brushed against her just enough to make her notice. A hand on the small of her back, fingertips grazing her arm longer than necessary, subtle but deliberate.

Then you took it a step further.

“You look good today,” you murmured as you jogged past her after a quick combination play.

Aitana barely reacted, only raising a brow as she focused on the game.  Fine. You could push further.

The next time you were close, you leaned in. “Bet you’d look even better underneath me.”

That did it.

Aitana faltered for a second, her first touch off, and you smirked, “Focus, bonita.”

You could feel her eyes on you after that. Her gaze lingered a shift in the air between you both but Aitana was stubborn. If you knew her as well as you thought, she wasn’t going to let you win that easily.

And you were right.

The next time she passed by, she leaned in, her breath warm against your neck, “You talk a lot for someone who hasn’t done anything about it. Also, you will be the one getting under me.”

It was your turn to freeze.

Aitana smirked and darted away, back in position before you could retaliate.

A challenge.

The second you were both alone, everything snapped into place, like it was meant to be.

You barely had time to turn around before Aitana was on you, backing you into the nearest wall, her fingers gripping the front of your jersey. Your breath came out in a sharp exhale, but you didn’t move away. 

“Took you long enough,” you murmured, your voice lower than usual.

That was all Aitana needed.

Aitana’s lips crashed onto yours, not bothering with anything soft or slow. It was desperate, years of pent-up tension spilling over at once. You responded immediately, your hands tangling in Aitana’s jersey as you pulled you impossibly closer.

Aitana groaned against your mouth, pressing you further into the wall, her fingers sliding down to grip your waist. You gasped into the kiss, and Aitana took advantage, deepening it and biting at your bottom lip just to hear the soft sound you made in response to her actions.

You weren't passive, though. You tugged at Aitana’s jersey, nails scratching lightly against her skin, making Aitana shiver. Then, in a move Aitana wasn't expecting, you flipped her, pressing her back against the wall instead.

Aitana’s breath hitched as you leaned in, your lips just barely brushing hers.

“What was it you said earlier?” you teased, “Something about having me underneath you?”

Aitana let out a low laugh, fingers gripping the back of your neck as she pulled you closer. 

“Don’t worry, bonita,” Aitana whispered, lips brushing against your ear. “I’ll make good on that promise.”

And with that, she flipped the control back, pressing you into the wall once again, this time with no intention of stopping but reality hit quicker than you’d like it to. You both weren’t exactly in the best place for what you had in mind.

Breathless, Aitana pulled back slightly, searching your eyes, “Come home with me,” she murmured, her thumb brushing against your swollen lips.

You didn’t hesitate, “Drive fast.”

You both barely made it out of the facility without losing control again. The walk to Aitana’s car was filled with stolen touches and hurried kisses and Aitana briefly pushing you against the vehicle just for one more taste. Your hands were all over each other, bodies pressed together as if you couldn’t stand the space between.

Aitana fumbled with the keys, cursing when she struggled to unlock the door and you only laughed, nipping at her jaw before slipping into the passenger seat.

The second Aitana got in and started the car, you leaned over, your hand sliding dangerously high up her thigh, sliding over her soft skin with eager touches.

 “Hope you can focus,” you mused, voice dripping with amusement.

Aitana shot you a glare whilst she shifted gears. 

“I’ll show you focus,” she muttered, gripping the wheel tighter as she sped off toward her place.

The moment the doors to the house were closed behind the two of you, Aitana was on you. Her lips, a hungry bloom of desire, crashed against yours with a ferocity that stole the breath from your lungs. Aitana’s hands, instinctively possessive, found their way to your ass, squeezing and kneading the firm flesh beneath the fabric of your pants. 

The kiss deepened, becoming desperate and clothes were shed with a frantic urgency, leaving you standing before Aitana in nothing but your panties. Aitana sprawled across the sofa and watched you with a predatory gleam in her eyes, her gaze tracing the curves of your body with an intensity that made you shiver.

 You took a slow, deliberate step towards Aitana, tilting your head with an air of innocent curiosity as you leaned in close, your breath ghosting over her ear. Practically the picture of sweet, unadulterated temptation as you crawled on your hands and knees towards her. 

"Mmmmm, I wonder what you've got hiding?" you purred, your fingers tracing the burgeoning bulge in Aitana's pants. Her breath hitched, a small, involuntary sound that fueled your desire.With a swift motion, you unzipped Aitana’s trousers and you grinned, your eyes darkened with lust, as you licked your lips, savoring the anticipation. 

You grasped her erection, teasing the sensitive tip with your tongue, circling it slowly, deliberately, before taking the entire length into your mouth. You bobbed your head, savoring the taste, sweet, intoxicating, a flavor that was uniquely Aitana. She moaned, her hands tangling in your hair, urging you on. Her body aching with need, her hips bucking instinctively into your mouth.

"Bonita... that feels... mmmm..." Aitana groaned, her voice thick with pleasure, her eyes half-lidded with desire.

You paused, pulling back just as Aitana was about to cum, leaving her breathless and wanting, body trembling with unfulfilled desire.

 "Not yet," you smirked, "I want you to come three times before I'm satisfied."

You crawl further up the sofa to present your ass to Aitana in a silent offering. Her eyes widened, and she couldn't resist stroking herself as her fingers tracing the curve of your hip, her touch sending shivers down your spine.

"I love that ass," Aitana breathed, her voice husky with desire as her gaze lingering on the curve of your spine.

"I want you to pound me really hard, please," you requested.

Aitana didn't hesitate. She plunged into you, filling you completely, stretching you to your limits with her cock. hot, throbbing presence inside you. A gasp escaped your lips, a mixture of pain and pleasure, and your moans echoed through the room.

"You're so fucking tight!" Aitana exclaimed through a moan, her hands gripping your hips hard. 

You were sure that there would be purple finger marks on you later. Not that you cared. 

"Aitana.. fuck," you moaned, arching your back as Aitana found your sweet spot with her  thrusts. Hitting that perfect, sensitive point that sends waves of pleasure through your body.

Aitana kept pounding into you with a relentless rhythm that you wanted, her thrusts deep and powerful. You moaned and screamed with pleasure, your body writhing beneath her and your cries echoing through the room. Aitana's hands slapped and squeezed your ass cheeks, driving you wild and pushing you ever so closer and closer to the edge every second that passed.

"Your ass is hot as hell. I don't want to ever stop!" Aitana groaned, her voice thick with lust.

"Keep fucking me until you can't anymore," you urged your voice a desperate plea.

Aitana increased her pace, pounding into you like a jackhammer, her thrusts becoming faster and harder even more desperate than before. You were both close to the edge, you could feel it. The tension coiling and snapping.

"S-shit! Bonita... I can't hold it much longer!" Aitana cried out, her voice strained with the effort, her body trembling with the force of her thrusts.

"Pull out and spread it all over my ass!" you instructed, your voice clear.

Aitana complied, pulling out just in time, her cock slick with your wetness. Aitana stroked herself rapidly, while you rubbed your clit, both of you reaching your peak nearly at the same time, filling the room with both your moans and cries.

"Oh! Fuck! Here it comes!" Aitana exploded, covering your ass and back with her cum, her seed a thick, sticky blanket. A mark of her possession over you. You came soon after that, your own orgasm, leaving you breathless and weak.

"Do you want more?" Aitana asked, her voice laced with a seductive purr, her eyes dark with desire, her gaze lingering on your flushed skin.

"Please, Aitana, more," you begged with a needy voice.

Aitana flopped onto her back. Then spread her legs, her body open and inviting, a silent offering for you to do as you please. 

WIth a smirk you sat on her lap and positioned her cock at your entrance, the anticipation building with each passing second. Then, with a shared hungry kiss, you slid down onto her. Taking her deeper than before, filling yourself with her cock. 

The pace was hard and fast, and you rubbed your clit furiously with loud moans, seeking that extra edge of pleasure to push yourself closer to the edge.

"Aitana I’m going to cum!" you cried, as you squirted over her cock, your fluids mingling with hers making a sticky mess all over the sofa and the two of you.

Aitana's thrusts became even more intense and then she pulled out before licking her lips.  Savoring the taste of your tongue on her own and you watched as her eyes darkened with hunger. 

"Why did you...." you started but Aitana cut you off, diving between your legs. Her tongue is hot against your clit, the wet touch sending jolts down your spine.

You screamed, your body arching, your hips bucking into her face and your cries echoing through the room.

"Aitana, fuck, that feels so fucking good!"

Aitana then added two fingers to the mix, pumping them in and out while her tongue worked its magic. She was teasing and tormenting you until you came undone, your fluids spraying across her face and mouth making her face a mess. 

After a little breather for the both of you to recover, Aitana smirked, "Ready?" 

Then she slide back inside you, her cock stretched you wide, filling you completely. You shifted, turning to straddle her, giving her your back.

You sat up, your spine straight and began to ride her, your movements fluid, graceful and you controlled the pace and the depth of each thrust. Letting you feel the slick heat of her cock sliding in and out of you. 

You leaned slightly forward, placing your hands on your own thighs for balance, feeling the rhythmic bounce. You ground your hips back onto her, feeling Aitana’s cock push deeper. Then you lift yourself up to feel the stretch and search for more friction. 

You could feel Aitana’s hands gripping your hips, guiding your movements. Her moans echoing through the room, filling it completely. Your movements are fluid, your hips rotating in wide as you lean back slightly, arching your back to feel the full stretch. Then leaning forward, grinding down on Aitana to feel the deep, satisfying pressure of her cock inside you with the addition of satisfying friction.  

“Please," Aitana whispered, her voice barely audible because your moans mixed with her own filled the room, “Look at me, so I can see your face when you cum."

You shifted and turned around on her cock to face Aitana. The scent of her sweet perfume and sweat filling your senses and with a slow movement looked Aitana straight into her eyes. The lust and pleasure apparent in your eyes as you hold her gaze.

"You're so fucking hot," Aitana groaned, her eyes locked on yours, her voice thick with lust.

You leaned down to kiss her deeply, your movements becoming more frantic. Even more desperate, more demanding, making it clear that you were both on the edge.

"I'm gonna cum!" Aitana cried out, her voice strained with the effort, her body trembling with the force of her orgasm.

With one final powerful thrust, Aitana came, filling you with her cum and pleasure washed over you both. You followed soon after, your own orgasm leaving you completely drained and breathless but utterly satisfied.

"Oh fuck. That's so hot!" Aitana smirked, watching as her cum dripped from your pussy, making an even bigger mess on the couch. 

After a little aftercare and make-out session, you both decided to clean up. The cool water was a welcome contrast to the heat of your bodies as you washed off the damages. Then, after a relaxing shower, you moved to bed to cuddle again, letting the silence be filled with unspoken words and lingering touches.

"You're pretty good," Aitana murmured, her voice soft and content, her fingers tracing patterns on your skin.

"You're not so bad yourself," you replied.

"Hey... so- umm..." Aitana began a nervous edge to her voice, her fingers hesitating on your skin and her gaze searching yours.

"What is it?" you asked, turning to face her, your eyes filled with warmth.

"Will you go out with me?" Aitana asked, her voice barely above a whisper. There was a clear vulnerability in her eyes.

 "I mean, you don't have to or anything- But I really like you… and I would like to have a chance to get to know you better. Unless you don't want to! That's totally cool too..." She rambled, a nervous energy filling the space between you before you cut her off with a soft kiss.

Pulling back, you smiled softly, "Aitana, please breathe," 

You chuckle softly, your fingers tracing the line of her jaw. "I like you too… and I would love to go out with you."

Aitana's face lit up, her eyes sparkling with joy, and she leaned in for another kiss. Somewhere along the way, the kiss deepened and became more passionate, more meaningful. You shifted closer, your bodies pressed together. The warmth of Aitana’s skin against your own comforting presence. 

Your fingers traced the lines of her body, exploring the curves and hollows,memorizing the feel of her beneath your touch While Aitana’s own fingers mirrored yours. Taking liberty in exploring your body and making her touches send shivers down your spine with soft smirks and smiles.

The weight of the world seemed to fade away in that moment, as if it had never existent. Leaving only the two of you, wrapped in the warmth of your bodies. As the night deepened, you drifted off to sleep, your bodies entwined, your breaths mingling, the scent of your shared passion lingering in the air. 

The city lights twinkled outside the window, casting a soft glow across the room, and illuminating the peaceful expressions on your faces as you slept intertwined together. You were safe, you were together and for a moment, nothing else mattered. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

The crisp morning air nipped at your cheeks as you walked alongside Aitana, the familiar centre looming ahead. 

Training. 

Just another day, right? Except, it wasn't. 

Not with the way Aitana's hand occasionally grazed yours. Not with the quiet shared smiles that she’d shoot you and that you’d reciprocate. It felt like walking on a tightrope, exhilarating and terrifying all at once.

"Ready?" you whispered, squeezing Aitana’s hand gently.

Aitana gave a nervous laugh, "As ready as I'll ever be. They're going to have a field day."

And she was right.

The moment you crossed the doors of the training grounds, Mapi's voice rang out, amplified by the echoing space. Making cut through the quiet of the morning,

"Buenos días, lovebirds!".

Alexia was leaning against a goal post, smirking with a knowing expression,

"So, should we start placing bets on how long it took for Aitana to finally catch on? Or was it a blindside attack?"

Patri draped an arm around Aitana's shoulders, a mischievous glint in her eyes, "Or better yet, how many times did she have to explain to Aitana that she liked her too. I'm picturing a dramatic, knee-on-the-ground, floral-bouquet-in-hand situation."

Aitana groaned, burying her face in her hands, "Please, just… stop."

You chuckled, wrapping an arm around Aitana's waist and pulling her closer to your side,

"Jealous, are we? I'd say the begging was mutual, but who cares?"

Patri gasped, feigning offense, "Por favor, as if any of us could handle Aitana's newfound confidence. She used to blush if someone looked at her funny!"

Mapi grinned then wiggled her eyebrows suggestively at the two of you,

 "You both do look… very well-rested. Did someone get a good night's sleep?"

Aitana mumbled something unintelligible under her breath then her cheeks flushed crimson,

"Shut up, Mapi."

"Oh, come on, Aitana," Alexia said, pushing herself off the goal and walking over. 

"We're just happy for you two. Though, I did have my money on you making the first move."

"She was too busy pretending to be oblivious," you retorted, playfully nudging Aitana.

"Hey!" Aitana protested, swatting your arm, but a smile played on her lips, "I wasn't pretending!"

"Sure, you weren't," you teased, your heart swelling with affection, "You were just… strategically slow."

The banter continued as training did. The teasing lighthearted and warm as the laughter echoed around the training grounds, only one thought resonated clearly. Finally, Aitana was yours, and you were hers and everyone knew it.

[skipper1331]

Crash // Alessia Russo

Request: hey, could you please write some angst for alessia if possible.

a/n: hope u like it :))

warnings: car crash

"Where are you taking me?" Alessia grumbled with her arms crossed as she sat in the passengers seat, not amused by the fact that she sat in the passenger seat.

"You know, I don‘t like it when you drive" she added, her frown only deepening.

Playfully offended, you gasped, "are you saying I’m not a good driver?"

She turned to you, answering dead serious, "yes!" she crumbled under the glare she got in return, your raised eyebrow never a good sign "no" she mumbled, her fingers slowly interviewing with yours. "It‘s my job to drive you around, not the other way around" the striker continued to ramble about the situation while you just smiled to yourself.

Usually, Alessia was always sat behind the steering wheel, driving you to your destinations. And though, you were able to drive yourself (license in your wallet since years) the blonde insisted on driving you every time. She even drove you to appointments that didn't involve her, such as coffee dates with your friends or else. She loved driving and especially driving you around or you just seated in the passenger seat.

"But I’ve a surprise for you, so relax" you smiled, "you‘re even allowed to be dj" you grinned, the blonde always complaining that you wouldn’t even play one song of her choice.

"You‘ve got the passenger princess privileges, use them, love"

Alessia grumbled something before she connected her phone, her playlist starting to play. "You‘re lucky you‘re cute"

You had something really nice planned which she would definitely enjoy. Lately, everything has been stressful with your studies and all the exams that were coming up. And Lessi had shown nothing but love and support during this time, which is why you wanted to do something special as a thank you.

Everything was perfect so far, the blonde slowly accepting the fact that you sat behind the steering wheel instead of her, the conversation flowing easily as always until suddenly a car appeared out of nowhere, hitting your side with a force.

That’s the last thing you remember.

-

"Is she okay?" Alessia asked the medic with a raspy shaky voice, panic radiating of her body. She didn‘t know where you were. The ambulance left immediately with you, everything happening so fast. One second, she was telling you about the derby and in the other second, the car left the road and hit a tree.

"Ma‘am, you need to sit." The medic ordered as Alessia attempted to get up, hissing in pain. Her arm and shoulder hurt awfully, her face slightly bloody as it trickled down her forehead and nose.

"No! I need to know! She wasn‘t speaking, her eyes were closed! I- i don’t know"

The medics tried to calm her down the best they could, but it didn‘t help much.

After a short examination of her, the second ambulance left for the hospital.

-

In the hospital, Alessia went through several checks. Her arm was broken but thankfully it was a straight and simple fraction and nothing splintered. Her cuts were taken care of, only the large one on her forehead needing stitches. "You were very lucky" the doctor explained, also explaining the rest of her treatment and more. But Alessia couldn’t listen, all she could think about was you.

Are you alright? Are you alive? Where are you? What was happening?

"What about my wife? Is she alright? Please tell me she‘s alright" Alessia begged, tears streaming down her face.

-

Alessia sat next to your bed, holding your hand, praying that you would open your eyes. Just anything.

She sat there for hours, not leaving your side at all. Each time a nurse came in, the blonde wanted to know everything. What were they doing? What meant this sound or that? Are you getting better? Anything. The thought of you not waking up was terrifying her.

"Lessi, i think you should go for a walk. Grab a coffee and some fresh air" her mother ordered, sensing that her daughter was thinking too much, holding your hand tightly.

"I can’t" she replied, her eyes not leaving your face.

"Less, she‘s right. As soon as something happens, we‘ll tell you immediately. I promise" your mother joined the conversation now.

"Ok-ay" in trance she stood up, walking backwards to the door, her eyes not leaving yours until she was out of the room.

When Alessia came back, nothing had happened (she hadn‘t even been gone for 5 minutes) yet she was disappointed. This was her worst nightmare.

She wasn’t able to protect you.

You looked so vulnerable in the hospital bed, so fragile. It broke her heart.

In the evening, her mum and your mum said their good bye to the girl, promising to come back in the morning, Alessia still refusing to leave your side and to sleep at home. She couldn’t.

You needed her.

-

You woke up in a bright room, groaning in pain. Looking around, you saw Carol sitting on a chair, reading a magazine. "Hey, you’re up" the magazine was long forgotten as she was at your side, offering you some water.

"Less" you rasped. You fiddled with the duvet, memories flashing in front of your eyes.

Car.

Tree.

Blood.

Less.

"Stay" her mother ordered, already calling the nurse.

"Where‘s Lessi?" you cried in pain, scared and terrified.

"Love!" Alessia‘s eyes widened as she re-entered your room, only gone for a minute to use the bathroom. "You‘re awake" she was at your side in an instant, holding your hand and rapidly kissing it. The other hand trying her best to cradle your head with the cast, "how are you feeling?"

"I‘m so sorry" you cried, "your car" you sobbed.

"I don’t care about the car right now" she stated firmly, wiping away the tears.

"You love your Mercedes"

"I don’t care about that stupid car. You‘re awake!" her voice slightly raised by all the emotions she was feeling.

In that moment a nurse came in, checking all things before the doctor joined, explaining everything and the following steps.

Carol left after the medical team had gone out of the room, sensing that both of you needed a minute alone, calling your mother to let her know what the doctor said.

"I‘ll pay you back, i promise" you refused to look at her, ashamed that the one time you were driving of course something had to happen.

"Look at me, please" she pleaded, her voice breaking slightly. She hadn’t seen your open eyes in days and now you refused to look at her. She couldn’t handle it. The lack of you in the last few days had been awful for her and not knowing if you would ever wake up, had been more than terrifying. It was a feeling she wouldn’t want anybody to feel. This fear, the feeling of not being able to breathe, as if her chest was constricting with every movement. And then the thoughts. Mentally she couldn't find rest because she hoped, prayed and mourned. There were too many emotions at once and the strongest of them was the most unpredictable - love. What would you do out of love?

When you looked at her, you realized how scared she must have been the last few days.

"Please don‘t cry" you whispered as you saw the tears, the exhaustion on her face and her injuries, "i thought-" she hiccuped, all feelings bubbling to the surface.

"I love you, i don‘t care about the Mercedes, okay? All i care about is you and that you‘re alive. That‘s all that ever matters to me" her hands cupped your cheeks, crying even more.

"Come here" groaning in pain, you scooted to the side, "stop moving. what are you doing!" Lessi asked with wide eyes, panic in her expression.

"Come here, please" with the pout on your face, she just couldn’t say no. She needed this just as much as you did. You leaned against her, head resting on her shoulder as your hand held her shirt, seeking comfort in her touch.

"I‘m sorry for driving, i just wanted to do something special" you whispered, "i never wanted to get you hurt" you mumbled, scared, exhausted and still in pain after everything.

"No more of that. We can worry about everything later, right now i just need you close" she replied, her tightening her grip around you (not even to hurt you), slowly calming down.

You were alive.

You were in her arms.

You were alive.

She couldn’t care less about her car or about your surprise or literally anything else in this world.

All that mattered was you.

"I love you so so much."

Everything was going to be okay.

It was you and her against the world.

And she would support you on every step of the way of your recovery because that‘s what wives do. In sickness and in health just like she had promised.

Like the doctor said, "it‘s going to take its time but you‘ll fully recover" and that’s what Alessia held onto. Because sometimes the only thing that helps is hope. Alessia’s hopes and believes were stronger than her fears. Hope was stronger than any fear, especially when it came to the life of a loved one. Someone that was you. Someone who’s loved so deeply by Alessia and everyone around you. Your wife never gave up, never lost her hope and faith in you and your strength. Because if she had done so, she might had lost herself at the same time.

Love was unconditional and unpredictable - that‘s what made it special.

And Alessia truly did love you, more than anything in this world (and definitely more than her Mercedes)

[norrisainz33]

love story || gr63

☆ summary: a popular author publishes a new book and fans start to realize it might actually be telling a real life love story of her daughter and a certain driver! (very loosely based off striker by ana huang)

☆ pairing: george russell x reader

☆ fc & warnings: rashan mh & none

☆ requested: yesss thank you @sassyqueen-15 🫶🏻 sorry it took literally a million years 🥹

☆ a/n: y/m/n = your moms name and ymauthor = your moms insta!

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ynuser: with love from new york!! mommas new book came out today!! this one is particularly special to me and ill let you guess why 😉

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ymauthor: my gorgeous daughter! so glad you’re here celebrating with me 🤍😘

ynuser: 🩷🩷

user1: yayyyyy can’t wait to read it!

user2: that’s low key cryptic… guess why???? what you mean

user4: there’s something fishy with that wording i just know it

user7: maybe she just particularly likes this book!

user2: user7 nahhh the wink says otherwise

georgerussell63: congrats ymauthor!!

user63: omg what are you doing here??

user3: my favorite influencer is in my city?!

user9: literally reading my copy rn and why do i feel like you’re the main character…..

user10: running to read it rn. trust! we will get to the bottom of this.

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user9: ok y/n i’m here with my theory. YOU are the main character in your moms book. no freaking doubt. others may forget that you’re a ballerina at heart and that modeling and influencing came second but i didn’t!!! tho where my doubts come in is around WHO the man is……….. will report back when i figure it out

tommyhilfger: one of our favorite tommy girls!

user10: ok preppy goddess alert

ymauthor: love this look that they sent you!

ynuser: me too! i didnt expect them to be so quick to work with me but i guess thats just the impact he has 🥹

ymauthor: not all him! don’t sell yourself short 🤍

georgerussell63: 👀

ynuser: 🤭

yourbff: body is tea

ynuser: ☕️

user12: are you gonna tell us what you meant by that caption the other day or are you gonna leave us to our own devices ?

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ynuser: come spend the month with me ✨

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user2: so she is a ballerina …. much like the main character in her moms book… noticing things

ymauthor: 🤍🩰

user12: i’m sorry are yall not seeing the lewis hamilton and george russell in the likes right now what is happening

user3: also jack hughes and ruben dias………

user9: ok so what i’m hearing here is that one of these men is the man from the book bc it’s a sports man opposite her

user12: i’m beginning to think your theory has some validity to it user9

user13: wait are any of you f1 girlies??? alexandra is also here if yall know her

user9: which could mean nothing but…

user10: ok but guys which one of them do we think is most likely to have been sentenced to learning ballet as a workout?!

user9: my moneys on george

user12: idk i could see jack but i think that’s bc i just finished icebreaker

yourbff: the prettiest girl in the world 🥹

ynuser: that’s you gorgeous

user9: WAIT IS THAT A MANS HAND IN THE LAST SLIDE

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alex_albon: ooooo this is the subtlest of subtle soft launches

georgerussell63: i’ve gotten good at it. only been soft launching for like 2 years now

alex_albon: the fact that you have been able to keep your private life private for so long is truly impressive

georgerussell63: hasn’t been easy but it’s been worth it

ynuser: you outdid yourself with these 💐🤍

georgerussell63: only the best for the best girl 🤍

user9: hello mr russell - thank you for feeding the flames of my theory!! to twitter i go

landonorris: are these for you or a certain girly you’ve been keeping from us???

georgerussell63: a certain girl but you’ll be meeting her real soon mate 🤫

user12: oh he’s posting flowers now….

mercedesamgf1: all things are set for vegas for their visit!! p.s beautiful flowers for a beautiful girl

georgerussell63: thank you admin! see you soon 🫶🏻

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yourbff: ugh this looks incredible! i hope you have the best time

ynuser: thank you bb! mom and i are already having a blast 🫶🏻🥹

user9: the scream i just let out. you are in vegas!!!! f1 is in vegas!!!!

georgerussell63: that’s quite the spread! i can’t wait to see you later

ynuser: merc is currently spoiling us!! i’m counting down the minutes till i see you 😘

user12: i think user9 was right after all

mercedesamgf1: hope you enjoy!

ynuser: thank you for everything admin 🫶🏻

user14: fancy fancy

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f1gossip: well known author, y/m/n and her daughter y/n y/l/n made an appearance in the vegas paddock today. our very own, george russell, was seen taking the mother daughter duo on a tour of the paddock and introduced them to quite a few people including other drivers like lando norris. this is quite unusual behavior for drivers and celebrities that are purely guests of the team which has caught our attention. he seems to be treating her much differently than a typical guest - could there be something going on between these two?

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user8: the merc admin posted a video of him giving y/n his hat and idk the way he was looking at her did not give casual energy

user24: it did not!!! the was he looked at her was not subtle and totally full of adoration

user6: y’all must be running out of gossip if this is all you got

user44: i was in the paddock and i s2g i saw george kiss her on the cheek after quali

user16: wait yes i saw the same thing

user3: they could just be friends! remember that that is always an option guys!

user19: i love y/m/n and y/n this is a top tier cross over

user9: and when he wins and we get a celebration kiss as confirmation of their relationship … then what?

user12: then i’ll venmo you $63

user9: it’s a bet

user32: y/n getting the princess treatment she deserves

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georgerussell63: winning in vegas!! what a feeling 🏆 massive thank you to the entire team for all of their hard work and dedication this weekend! oh and thank you to my good luck charm who finally made it to a race 🤍😊

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user74: RUS VEGAS

user82: p1 babyyyyy

ynuser: how lucky i am to have witnessed a george russell masterclass 😍 that’s my man 😩

georgerussell63: i had to put on a show for you 😘

user63: aint no way to be normal abt this

alex_albon: finally!! and uh cool win ig

user9: i just fell to my knees in a walmart parking lot

user9: user12 where is my $63?

user12: sending it now! i will never ever doubt your genius again

mercedesamgf1: congrats george 💪🏻

user88: yesss georgie!!

user9: whoa gf alert! warn a woman first jeez

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ynuser: thanks for reading the story of us ✨

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ymauthor: thanks for letting me tell a version your story 🤍

ynuser: wouldn’t have wanted anyone else to do it 🫶🏻

user9: this is my proudest accomplishment

georgerussell63: i’m quite fond of our story 😘

ynuser: me too georgie 🤍

user19: can vroom vroom man fight?

user65: i have no one to tell abt this

mercedesamgf1: welcome to the family y/n🩵

user22: now THIS is my version of the royal family

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[sevarchive]

♡ one call away ──

જ⁀➴ a isagi yoichi story. 800 words

synopsis: in which isagi yoichi flies to spain, gets scared mid-flight, and calls you, because even future world strikers need someone to remind them they’re loved.

a/n: this was toooo cute omg (scaredy-cat isagi is here!) btw this plot was suggested from this request!

the airplane hums beneath him like a nervous heartbeat.

yoichi sits stiff in his seat, seatbelt tight, eyes on the in-flight map as a red arc stretches across the ocean. tokyo fades behind him. and the dream he's been chasing since he was twelve suddenly feels too big.

he turns on the airplane wifi, thumbs clumsy as he types.

yoichi: u awake?

you answer right away.

you: i am now 🫶 what’s wrong, baby?

he calls you. doesn’t even think, just needs to hear you.

“yoichi?” your voice is soft, still sleepy.

“sorry,” he says, and it already sounds like he’s about to cry. “i just… i needed you.”

you pause, gentle. “what’s going on?”

“i don’t know. i thought i’d be okay but now i’m up here and it all hit me. like—what if i forgot something? what if i mess up? everyone else looks fine and i just feel… scared.”

he exhales hard.

“my mom cried when i left,” he adds, voice small. “she hugged me and said, ‘you’ll always have a home with us, okay?’ and i didn’t even say i’d miss her. i just walked away.”

“she knows,” you whisper. “moms always do.”

he goes quiet. his chest feels tight. breath shaky.

and then you say it:

“baby, do something that makes you feel safe.”

he blinks. “like what?”

“something small,” you tell him gently. “think about when you’re overwhelmed with me. what helps?”

“…you play with my hair,” he mumbles. “and pull the blanket up.”

“okay,” you say. “do that. touch your hair. tuck yourself in. let your body remember you're not in danger. you’re okay.”

he sniffles. but he listens. rakes a hand through his hair, pulls the airline blanket up to his chest, and breathes.

“there you go,” you say. “you’re doing so good.”

yoichi closes his eyes. your voice in his ear feels like warmth.

“you’re training to be the world’s best striker, remember?” you say softly. “you’re allowed to be scared. but you still got on that plane. that’s brave, yoichi.”

his throat tightens again. “…you think i can do it?”

“i know you can,” you say. “besides—someone’s gotta say they dated the best striker in the world before he got famous. might as well be me.”

he lets out a tired tiny laugh.

“…thank you,” he says. “for staying.”

“i’ll always stay,” you whisper. “wherever you are in the world, i’m with you.”

he presses the phone to his cheek. pulls the blanket closer. and for the first time since takeoff, his heart starts to slow.

the apartment is quiet, too quiet.

yoichi closes the door behind him and the click echoes like he just shut the world out. his suitcase sits untouched by the wall. the lights are warm, the bed’s made, and everything is new.

but it doesn’t feel like his.

he lies down slowly. turns onto his side, the way he always does. but the bed doesn’t shift behind him. there’s no warmth pressed to his spine. no soft arm curling around his middle. no sleepy hum into his shoulder as you tug him closer without opening your eyes.

it’s just cold sheets and empty space.

and god, it hits him then, how much he misses you.

he squeezes his eyes shut.

it feels wrong to fall asleep like this. like something’s missing. like someone’s missing. because you always spoon him. always. even when you're tired. even when you're grumpy. you always tuck yourself behind him and whisper “okay, i’m here,” like your presence alone keeps the nightmares away.

he picks up his phone and calls you. you answer on the first ring, breathless and soft. “yoichi?”

“i’m here,” he says. his voice sounds hoarse. “apartment’s… fine.”

you know him well enough to hear what he’s not saying.

“…does the bed feel weird without me?”

his breath catches.

“yeah,” he whispers. “it does. it’s cold. and too big. and i turned on my side and waited for your arm and it didn’t come.”

you don’t say anything at first. then:

“i wish i could hold you right now.”

yoichi blinks fast. “me too. i think… i think i fall asleep best when you’re wrapped around me.”

“i know,” you say gently. “you always wiggle until i get the message.”

“can you pretend you’re here?” he mumbles, eyes slipping shut. “talk to me until i fall asleep. like you’re behind me. like you’re gonna be there when i wake up.”

“i’m always there,” you promise, voice a little watery now too. “even if you can’t feel it. i’m still wrapped around you.”

“…okay,” he breathes.

he pulls the blanket higher. curls into the memory of your arms. listens to your voice as you talk about nothing and everything, your dinner, your dreams, your dumb neighbor’s dog.

and somewhere in the middle of it, he falls asleep.

alone in a foreign country. but a little less lonely. because even if your arms aren’t around him tonight, your love still is.

જ⁀➴ © sevarchive ✦ masterlist ; like/reblogs are appreciated ꣑ৎ

[mrtelevisionlover]

can i request a chrismd one where you where one if the girls in the 20 women vs 1 youtuber football edition and fans start to ship you two? even the guys haha! loving your work btw!!

Yes!! Loved writing this, enjoy!

(Can you tell I know nothing about football?)

words: 1500+

Style

When Y/n got a DM from Chris’ manager asking her to be in this video, she wasn’t too sure what to think. She wasn’t very lucky in the dating scene, only going on a few first dates, and had never had a boyfriend. She didn’t really want to embarrass herself in front of his millions of subscribers but she had been a fan of his work for a while and had always wanted to meet him so…why not?

The morning of, she was very nervous. She had bought a new shirt to wear, and paired it with some shorts. She braided her hair into a simple french braid and stepped into some worn out trainers. She decided to go without makeup, as she was probably going to sweat it off. Also the weather outside was horrible and she didn’t want mascara dripping down her face…And she was late for the train.

When she arrived on the pitch, she saw 19 other girls, all very pretty. She suddenly felt insecure, especially as no-one was talking to her. She decided to go over her pickup line, seeing as that would be his first impression of her.

Soon, the cameras started rolling and one by one, the girls would introduce themselves to Chris and his two friends, Calfreezy and ArthurTV. Eventually, it was just her left. She watched Chris say goodbye to Loretta, who she eventually learnt had been on a few dates with Chris already. Once his manager gave her the green light, she walked over to the table.

“Wow-Hello!” Chris smiles. He takes a moment to look at her face, admiring her.

“Hi! I’m Y/n and uh…Can you be your striker? I'm only aiming for your heart.” Y/n giggles slightly, and the sound brings blush to Chris’ cheeks. 

“Aww, that’s quite sweet.” Arthur coos.

Freezy pauses, then points, nodding his head. “You know what, I like it.” 

Chris shakes his head slightly, and presses a hand to his cheek. “Are you any good at football?”

“I play with my dog sometimes?...” She shrugs, embarrassment painting her cheeks slightly.

“Oh…Okay. Well, I wish you the best of luck.” He smiles.

“Thank you!” She takes a few steps away from the ball before running towards it and kicking it with all her might. Unfortunately, the ball narrowly misses the goal, and goes over the top.

“Ooh! That was good, I’ll give you that.” Chris exclaims, clapping his hands together in celebration.

Cal sighs, “That almost made it too.”

“I’m actually surprised I got it that close. I thought it’d end up behind me.” Y/n gasps as two hands cover her mouth. She was quite awful at football and really surprised herself.

“So, what’s the verdict?” Arthur looks towards Chris in anticipation. He knows Chris already likes her, he can see the look in his eye– it was the same in school.

“Yeah, you’re through.” He smiles. Freezy takes note that this is the widest he’s smiled so far.

“Really? Thank you!” Y/n does a little jump before waving goodbye. She walks over to the rest of the girls where they actually start to talk to her. She starts talking to Rose, an American streamer who flew all the way over to be on this video. She seemed to really like Chris and Y/n started to get a little nervous, Rose was very pretty.

“She seems really sweet.” Arthur whispers to Chris as you walk away.

“She’s really pretty too.” Chris blushes, sending a shy smile towards him.

Freezy perks up, “Uh-oh, Chris is falling already.” He laughs.

Soon after, they moved into round two. Twelve girls remained, Y/n included, and they had three free kicks. Chris, Freezy, and Arthur stood in a line a few metres in front of the goal while the girls aimed for it, the 3 of them often getting hit. 

“Hello Y/n.” Chris beams. Cal laughs at him while Arthur nudges his shoulder. 

“Hi again.” She smiles, waving to the 3 of them. She’s incredibly nervous. She worries her luck has run out and has a bad feeling she’s going to hit one of them.

“Any technique you're aiming for?”

“Um…To score? Hopefully” She laughs. Chris giggles, Arthur and Freezy give each other a look

“Okay, Well…Best of luck.” He smiles.

Y/n steps back from the ball, lets out a little breath, and kicks the ball. It goes over their heads, and misses the goal. “Aww, come on!”

“It’s alright, you got two more!”

She kicks the ball again, she uses less power and it rolls towards the goal slowly. Arthur lets out a little laugh and Chris hits his chest with a scowl. 

“One more, give it some power!”

“Okay.” She mutters to herself as she walks back to the line. “Just score one, please.” She whispers, closing her eyes.

Y/n lets out another little breath before kicking the ball with all her strength. She watches the ball fly through the air and…Hit Chris right in the groin.

Arthur screams, “OHH!” as Chris falls to the floor, Calfeezy struggling to breathe from laughter. 

“Oh my-Are you okay!?” Y/n quickly runs towards him, leaning down to check on him.

“There goes my ability to have kids.” He groans, rolling on the floor.

“I am so sorry, I didn’t even know I could do that-” She apologises as her face is flooded in guilt. 

“It’s okay, I’m okay.” Chris slowly gets up, Y/n helping him.

“Are you sure? I’m just gonna go-”

“No! You’re through.”

“Wait, what!?” Cal exclaims as Arthur gives the camera a look of bewilderment. 

“Really?” She gasps.

“Yeah, you’re really sweet.” Chris rubs his hand down her arm, soothing her slightly.

“Oh, thank you. Again, I’m really sorry.” Y/n face plants as she walks away, her face flushed with embarrassment.

“You are insane.” Arthur mutters.

“What can I say, I really like her.” Chris shrugs, then wincing

 For the third round, the nine remaining girls had to show a talent. Y/n watched girls throw and kick footballs, recite poems, and participate in an arm wrestling contest. She decided to do some gymnastics, as that was the only thing she could come up with. 

“Hello Y/n, what will you be showing us today?”

“I will be doing some gymnastics.” 

“Oh cool! Ready when you are.” 

She starts by doing a handstand, then holding it for a few seconds before falling into a bridge. She stands up and does a simple cartwheel, then falls into the splits. She hears the guys cheering her on and she giggles slightly. She decides to finish it off with a few flips, landing in front of the table. 

“Wow…” Chris stares in awe.

“That was so cool” Arthur exclaimed, shaking Chris slightly.

“It’s a yes!” 

“Really? Thank you! See you later.” You wave them off. Chris watches you walk off, subtly checking you out. Freezy notices this and laughs at him, smacking him over the head.

 Now onto round 4. There were only five girls left and they were to be interrogated by Chris’ two friends. 

“So Y/n…What is your biggest turn off?”

“Uh…Not telling me how they’re feeling. I think it’s really attractive when a man tells me how he’s feeling — whether if he’s happy or sad, I think it’s really important.” She nods.

Arthur smiles. “That’s a really good answer.”

“Yeah. I’m really open about mental health on my YouTube, I like to use my platform for good, sometimes.”

“Really? Men’s mental health is so important, I think a lot of guys watching your channel would really benefit from it.” Y/n praises.

“Thank you.” He blushes.

“Chris…What makes Y/n different to the other 4 girls?”

“She’s really sweet, and seems very genuine. She’s…alright at football and…she’s beautiful.”

“Aww” Both Cal and Arthur coo.

Y/n covers her face, her cheeks feeling warm. She peaks between her fingers to see Chris smiling nervously. 

“And Y/n, what’s your favourite thing about Chris?” 

“I love how much he cares. He clearly cares so much about his friends, his videos, his fans. It makes him so enjoyable to watch and honestly? He’s such an inspiration.”

“Oh wow.” Chris breathes, his heart skpping a beat. 

“Right were running out of time but quickly—rate each other out of ten.” Calfreezy interrupts, turning to the two.

“Ten.” “Ten!”

“Really?” “Really?” They both stare at each other in surprise, blushing blooming on their cheeks.

“Chris? A ten?” Arthur teases.

“What? I really like his hair, and his freckles.” Y/n tuns to Chris and takes a moment, looking at all his features. “And he has a really lovely personality.”

“So…It’s Y/n and Rose, right? Those 2 you were smiling the entire time.“

“Yeah…Yeah, it’s them.”

“So…We’ve made a decision and we’ve decided to put Y/n and Rose into the final.”

“Woo!” The rest of the girls clap.

Both girls did rock, paper, scissors to decide who was starting first and Y/n won. Chris held an Umbrella over her head as he led her to the goal.

“So uh…What baby names do you like?”

“I like classic ones like Charlotte, or Henry.”

“Oh nice. I like Heather.” 

“Aww, that’s really cute. How many kids do you want?”

“As many as my wife will have, I don’t mind.”

Y/n smiles and realizes she's at the line. She says a little goodbye and watches him walk away. 

Eventually, Rose had scored 2 out of her 4 tries, and Y/n only had scored 1 out of her three. If she wanted a chance, she’d have to score. Y/n stands in front of the ball and closes her eyes, and slows down her breathing. She shakes her hands, stretches her neck, and kicks the ball.

She watches the ball fly through the sky, miss the goalie, and hit the net! She hears the guys celebrate behind her and realises she’s back in the game. 

She then watches Rose hit the ball for the final time, and watches as it narrowly misses the goal. Y/n hears gasps next to her as someone shakes her shoulders.

“If you score this, you win! No pressure though.” Arthur smiles at her sheepishly. She nods, still in shock. Y/n turns to Chris as she walks away and he gives her a reassuring smile, and a thumbs up. 

Y/n turns to the ball and eyes up the goal. She lets out one final breath and kicks the ball. It feels like everything is going in slow-motion, and she can’t watch anymore. She turns around and covers her eyes, only opening them when all 3 guys scream in excitement. 

She turns back around to see the ball in the goal and she gasps. “I did it!” Chris runs over and gives her a hug, congratulating her in her ear. She hugs him back, and squeals in surprise when he picks her up. Chris then gives her a gold envelope with a lot of money inside.

“No-I can’t keep this.” Y/n tries to give him back the envelope but he puts up his hands

“Yes you can, you won.”

“No-” She tries.

“Yes.”

“A date with you is the prize.” She pleads.

He smiles, before pushing the envelope back in her hands.

The video then cuts to them both skipping into the distance, with cute music playing over the top. It then fades, the video ending.

Comments: usera: Hello!? The chemestry between the two? SO glad she won

userb: rose was robbed tbh

userc: DOES ANYONE KNOW IF THEY ACTUALLY WENT ON A DATE I NEED TO KNOW!!

userd: who's wating for arthurs ai generated comment?

usere: you could see how much chris liked her from the start. who knew he was such a blushy boy!?

userf: so cute! Hope to see her in other videos

userg: him picking her up at the end? they better be together

userh: her talking about men's mental health? chris, she's a keeper!

Well, I hope you like it. My first real fic, done!! also, ignore any mistakes, i'll go over them tomorrow x

[kuronarnze]

HIIIIII AIIII idk if ur requests r open but if they’re not just ignore this but I recently was out w my friends and they really like playing football and I suck 😭😭😭 but I scored this very good goal and I wouldn’t shut up about it this week so that got me thinking what if u wrote bllk boys (especially my man sae 😍) x reader who is some what good at playing football and actually scores against them thank uuuuuu and I love ur work it’s so good!!!!💖

a/n: hihiii!! YESSS MY REQUESTS ARE OPENNN, I think they are always open since I lovelovelove doing requests HAAHHAHA, HAHAHAHAHA OMGG the fact that you scored a very good goal is amazing ‼️ you are so real for not shutting up like literally, I join a football club and IM NEVER A CENTER FORWARD like literally so I'm always a midfielder passing balls and sometimes scoring 😭 OFCCCC enjoy the headcannons and tysm for requesting 🫶

⸝⸝˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

BLLK Boys and Reader who actually scores against them & won’t shut up about it

⸝⸝˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

Isagi Yoichi

- “You sure you wanna play against me?”

- Soft, sweet smile. Totally underestimates you.

- You say you’re “kinda okay” at football… he’s like “aw that’s cute”

- BUT YOU SWERVE PAST HIM—HE SLIPS A LITTLE—AND YOU SCORE.

- …

- “HUH!??”

- Staring at the ball in the net like his world just turned upside down.

- “DID I JUST GET BROKEN ANKLED BY MY OWN S/O??”

- You? Already screaming & running around like you won the World Cup:

- “YOOOOOO LET’S GOOOO I JUST SCORED ON YOICHI Y’ALL CLIP ITTT!!!”

- He turns bright red.

- “Babe please—”

- “SHHHH STAR STRIKER WHO? IT’S ME NOW.”

- He doesn’t even try to stop you from bragging. He's just proud but suffering.

- Lowkey brags to the Blue Lock groupchat anyway:

- “Yeah my S/O broke my ankles today. I’m marrying them.”

 ⸝⸝˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

Itoshi Sae

- He’s calm. Cool. Unbothered.

- “Sure. Let’s play. I’ll go easy.”

- He lets you have the ball first. You dribble. He humors you.

- Then—you do something unexpectedly smooth—and the ball rolls past his legs.

- YOU. SCORE.

- And he just—

blinks slowly.

- “...No way.”

- Meanwhile, you're spinning in circles, yelling like a gremlin:

- “ITOSHI SAE WHO?? I JUST SCORED ON THE GOD HIMSELF!!”

- Sae:

- “You’re gonna bring this up for the rest of my life, aren’t you.”

- You:

- “Absolutely.”

- He walks up real slow, kisses your forehead with the SMUGGEST little smirk:

- “Fine. You earned it. But just so you know… I’m not holding back next time.”

- (He now treats every match like the World Cup. Because he will not let you score again.)

- Lowkey soft for you the entire time. Proud. But salty.

- “One goal and you turned into a menace…”

 ⸝⸝˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

Itoshi Rin

- “You’ll never get past me.”

- FULL INTENSITY MODE FROM THE START.

- But you actually catch him slipping with a fakeout—and SCORE.

- He just. Stares.

- Silent.

- Slowly looks down at the ball in the goal.

- You:

- “WOOOOO HOOOOO I DID ITTTTT!!! I SCORED!! I—wait… Rin?”

- Rin:

- “...Rematch. Now.”

- You won’t stop teasing him:

- “Are you embarrassed you got scored on by someone who plays for fun?”

- He turns even redder.

- “SHUT UP.”

- Will never live it down—even years later.

- But secretly kinda loves that you did it. You’re the only one he lets win (and even that drives him CRAZY).

 ⸝⸝˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

Shidou Ryusei

- “Babe you sure~? I’m gonna eat you alive out there~”

- SMIRKING. LOUD. COCKY.

- …Until you slide that ball past him and hit the net.

- Blink. Blink.

- “...Wha—HEY!! YOU—YOU SCORED ON ME?!”

- You're on the ground laughing.

- “WHO’S EATING WHO ALIVE NOW??”

- Chases you around the field.

- “COME BACK HERE YOU LIL’ CHEAT CODE—”

- You dodge all his tackles while yelling:

- “SHIDOU GOT CLAPPED!! SHIDOU GOT CLAPPED!!”

- He’s 10% offended, 90% turned on.

- “Tch… you’re lucky you’re hot…”

 ⸝⸝˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

Michael Kaiser

- “Aww, Schatz, you think you can beat me? That’s adorable~”

- Literally kisses your cheek and lets you “try.”

- You do a fast turn, nutmeg him, and SHOOT—IT GOES IN.

- You:

- “Oops.”

- Kaiser:

- “...”

- “NO. NOPE. RUN IT BACK.”

- You start laughing.

- “Kaiser, did I just—”

“NO YOU DIDN’T. THAT DIDN’T HAPPEN.”

- Has a literal identity crisis.

- Will try to 1v1 you 10 times in a row just to win one back.

- You brag for the next year. He gets mad every time.

- Still brags about you to his fans:

- “My S/O? Yeah, they beat me once. I let them. Obviously.”

(he didn’t.)

 ⸝⸝˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

Mikage Reo

- Super excited to play with you!! “Yayyy let’s have fun”

- You score and he goes :O “OMG?!?!”

- INSTANTLY becomes your personal cheerleader:

- “YOU SCORED!! AGAINST ME!! BAAABEEE YOU’RE AMAZING!!”

- Takes you out for dinner to celebrate. Buys you ice cream. Posts it on his story.

- “My S/O is GOATED y’all. MVP of my heart.”

- Doesn’t even care he got scored on. He’s so proud.

- …Until Nagi finds out and won’t let him live it down.

- “Damn, Reo. You lost to your s/o. That’s tragic.”

- Cue Reo sulking and challenging you to a rematch.

- “I won’t go easy next time... (But please win again you’re cute when you celebrate.)”

 ⸝⸝˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

THANK YOU SM FOR READINGG, reo is uhm Abit ooc here HAHAHAH but anyways have a nice day 💗

[lucy-literates]

Helloooo my favourite Arthur writer. In honour of the charity football match, here’s another request 😉

Arthur’s girlfriend comes home and as she opens the door she narrowly avoids getting hit in the face with a football. She finds Charles and Arthur playing with the ball INSIDE the house, because the charity football match is coming up and Charles has decided he is the expert and will train his little brother so that he doesn’t “disgrace the Leclerc name on the football pitch”. After the ball nearly hits Arthur’s helmet, a trophy and her for the third time she grabs the ball and demands they all go outside as she is taking over said training. Basically she runs rings around them and Arthur is in awe that he wasn’t aware how good she is & Charles tells him that he should just marry her and then she can take his place on the pitch as that’s the only way to keep the Leclerc football talent legacy alive…

Basically just the Leclerc brothers being the loveable dumbasses they are pls 🥺🩵

The Leclerc Legacy

A/N: I loved this, it is so cute. They are adorable dumbasses, and I think I managed to capture that. It is a little bit on the shorter side, but I think it works. Enjoy and, as always, my inbox is open :)

The moment you opened the front door, a blur of white and black whizzed past your face.

You blinked.

The football hit the hallway wall with a loud thud, knocking a picture frame crooked. A helmet tumbled off a side table. Somewhere in the distance, something that sounded suspiciously like a trophy hit the floor.

“WHAT—”

“C’est pas possible—Arthur, you were supposed to catch that!” came Charles’ unmistakable voice, thick with laughter and a total lack of remorse.

You stepped fully into the flat and stared.

There, in the middle of your living room, were Charles and Arthur — mid-football match. Inside. In socks. Arthur was still in half his Ferrari gear, helmet forgotten on a chair, and Charles was shirtless, like that somehow gave him the upper hand.

“I live here,” you said, holding the door behind you. “You do realize that, right?”

Arthur gave you a sheepish grin. “Hi, baby.”

“She almost got hit in the face, idiot,” Charles said, then turned to you. “You okay? That pass was meant to be low, but your boyfriend’s got the reaction speed of a baguette.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Did it ever occur to you both that maybe — just maybe — playing football inside the house isn’t the best idea?”

Arthur scratched the back of his neck. “Char said I need training before the charity match. Apparently I’ll ‘disgrace the Leclerc name’ if I don’t improve.”

“He will,” Charles said, proudly. “So I offered to help. Big brother duties.”

“You just wanted an excuse to show off,” you muttered, ducking as the ball flew past your head again, this time knocking over Arthur’s helmet.

“Okay, that’s it.” You snatched the ball mid-roll before it could hit the wine rack. “Outside. Now.”

Charles frowned. “What? Why?”

“Because I’m taking over training before you destroy my apartment and Arthur’s confidence.”

Arthur laughed. “You play football now?”

You gave him a look. “Now? Honey, I was captain of my school team. Striker. National semis. Sit down.”

Arthur’s eyes widened.

Charles grinned, intrigued. “Alright then, let’s go. Prove it.”

Fifteen minutes later, the three of you were out on the nearest patch of grass. The moment the ball hit your foot, everything changed. You darted between the brothers like it was second nature — fast, fluid, composed. You nutmegged Arthur, spun past Charles, flicked the ball into the air, and volleyed it right between two trees that had become makeshift goals.

Silence.

Arthur blinked. “What just happened.”

Charles stared at you. “We are so screwed.”

You smirked, brushing hair from your face. “Any other questions?”

“No,” Charles muttered, grabbing the ball and handing it to Arthur. “You know what? You should just marry her and let her take your spot on the pitch. It’s the only way the Leclerc football legacy survives.”

Arthur was still watching you like you’d just discovered fire. “Where have you been hiding this?”

You leaned in close, grinning. “Wouldn’t want to destroy your ego too early in the relationship.”

Charles groaned. “Too late.”

Arthur grabbed your hand, looking borderline smitten. “Seriously. You’re amazing.”

“I know,” you said, tossing the ball back to him. “Now show me what you’ve got, Leclerc. You’ve got a legacy to uphold — and I’m not saving your ass in front of thousands unless you earn it.”

Charles clapped dramatically. “Oooh, she’s ruthless. I love her.”

Arthur just smiled, unable to take his eyes off you. “Yeah. Me too.”

Would you like a follow-up with post-match fluff, like Arthur being all cuddly and overwhelmed that his girlfriend is the coolest human alive?

Part 2

[sei-rq]

Hiiii i really like your writing hehe sooo i wanted to make a request about a really specific scenario that i’ve been thinking abt.

imagine Rin and fem reader are childhood besties and before Rin goes to bllk she confesses to rin and runs away not letting him respond. Anyway, they dont see eachother until after the u-20 match and when they see eachother again , it’s tense and awkward and yea lol (they end up together tho)

a/n: wahh, I didn't know if you wanted fluff or smut, but I have so many requests about smut so I thought I'd try something different, hope you like it <33 and TYSM, ILY :D

stupid owl [5:37 AM]:

okay so

i don't have the guts to say this irl, so as the silly little guy i am, i'm just gonna send this here rq

we've been friends for so long and i don't want something like this to affect us, but i really need to say this before you leave for the little training thing you have

i really like you, fuck actually I really love you

i'm so sorry, i have so much more to say but I feel like if I say more than this, it's going to hurt more, because i know you don't feel the same way, i understand if you don't want to talk after this, good luck with soccer and everything else, rinrin, wishing you all the best <3

you [6:07 AM]:

[n/n], i love you too.

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this user has blocked you.

...

rin isn't okay, he slept so well last night, he woke up at the usual time as he does, but well, he can't have shit, because he has developed a very bad habit of checking his phone soon after he wakes up, so he woke up at 6:00 AM, yes?

and disaster strikes, maybe a better striker than him. he had expected a million reels on his insta from you, funny or relatable tiktoks too, maybe even you talking about wanting to stop living as a human and turning into a capybara that balances an orange on it's head at 4 in the morning.

but no, it's none of that, it's his direct messages.

and he sees all of it right before leaving for blue lock, and his heart is falling to his stomach, his ears are red and hot, they're burning so such that he thinks he can't hear anything at all, his ears are ringing, he's happy at first, why wouldn't he be?

he has liked you ever since you tripped on the soccer ball in the playground when trying to learn the game, trying to play with him.

why wouldn't he like you back?

but then his chest tightens and his throat is dry and he can't seem to swallow the lump forming.

this user has blocked you.

fuck.

he's so fucked.

normally, if this was any other day, he'd run to your house, throw rocks at your window like it's a highschool romcom, but it just had to be the day he has to leave for bluelock, he really doesn't have time to spare.

itoshi rin is never late and he knows he wouldn't mind being late just this once, however, he has to get ready, take a shower, do yoga, then his daily morning run, breakfast. his bag is already packed, he doesn't need to worry about that.

and this is the first time, rin decides to say, "screw it."

he's freshly showered, bag in hand, protein bar in mouth, running to your house before his bus arrives, he hasn't done anything in his packed morning routine other than showering and the pathetic excuse of protein for breakfast.

but it's over.

as soon as he rings your doorbell and your mother answers the door with something along the lines of—

"they left last night to visit their aunt for the summer, didn't they say anything?"

okay so, it's really fucking over, and he's very fucked and screwed.

fuck this.

he's grumpy on his ride there, and he's even more pissed when the first challenge in blue lock arrives, he ends up kicking the ball into someone's face, eliminating them and causing them to have blood pouring out their nose, if not already backed by the sadness of being disqualified.

oops?

rin spends his days in the blue lock facility, distracting himself with soccer, forcing himself to recall his one goal, beating sae.

and in a history of firsts for rin, this is also the first time he can't seem to focus on the game he's held onto so desperately since he was introduced to it by his big brother.

time flies by and he wins victory after victory, until it's really time to prove himself and he has his goal set and nailed down in his mind, he will accomplish it, no matter what.

he's looking through the crowd, he's already tense as it is because of sae's attitude, well, it's way worse when he comes in contact with familiar eyes, he knows them by heart, he has dreamed about them since he was a brat with chubby cheeks. (that he still very much has.)

you.

you're wearing his jersey.

and in that moment, nothing else matters.

no one else matters, no other goal matters.

it's not over, you're here to watch him play, you're here to cheer him on, to see how much he has improved and now?—now he has enough motivation to do what he has set in mind, he will make things right, it's all going to be okay.

he's way more nervous when he plays this time, he scores a goal and his eyes are already back on you, to see your reaction, to gauge if that satisfies you even by a morsel, he needs to have your eyes on him.

they already are on him before he looks at you and—

oh.

oh fuck.

he knows he's done for.

he's all yours and he feels everything, everything is felt so deeply.

after the match, he is in a pissy attitude, he was happy when he saw you but sae as always has to ruin shit.

he's alone as he walks down the hallway to reach the elevator.

"rin?"

and in an instant, his heart is down his stomach.

the familiar comforting voice that he is so used to, he turns around to you and no— he hates that look on your face,

that unsure look, the insecurity and the awkwardness as though he'd ever ignore you, that face that screams "i don't want you to look at me like i'm repulsive."

you absolutely shouldn't have that look on you, never in a million years.

"[n/n]."

and he's breathing your name in like the air he breathes, immediately turning around to close the distance between you too, he sees you step backwards and he's hurt, but he needs to fix that look on your face.

he pulls you in by grabbing your wrist, his head drops to your shoulder, his arms wrap around your frame as he nuzzles his face into your neck.

home.

"you played so well."

don't do this to me.

please don't do this to me, don't treat me like a stranger, don't act like there's nothing here, like i'm not here, don't act so indifferent, please.

"i missed you." he murmurs, he can't get enough, he's drowning in your scent, his heart aching like a man starved and oh god, the yearning, he needs you so bad.

"missed you too, rin." and you apparently think this is a time to be funny, yet he knows that you aren't joking with that tone, what did he do to deserve the calculated tone of your voice and the sharpness of your words?

"don't call me that." his brows furrow.

"call you what? i just used your name, rin."

"don't pull this shit on me, [y/n], just anything but this right now, please." there is an edge to his voice like it'll break, like he's about to start sobbing, and it's pathetic but he's so desperate, for anything, just please.

"don't treat me like a stranger, please."

you don't know how to respond to that as you pull away from his reach and his face drops further, he grits his teeth as he pulls you into the elevator with him, it's nice, the elevator is cool, the glass showcasing the world outside from the tall structure of the building, it goes down slowly.

and before you know it, your back is pressed to the glass.

rin's hand on your cheek, the other hand in your hair. and he's pulling you in, his lips rest on your forehead, then your nose and then your cheek, ghosting over your lips and—please.

"am I allowed to kiss you?"

because this is so strange, you were so sure itoshi rin doesn't do feelings, but that look on his face proves it otherwise, he looks frantic, like he's touching glass or something so fragile it might shatter under his care.

"please?"

who are you to say no? his lips are on yours as soon as he gets the signal, deep, intimate, intense, afraid, painfully desperate.

and when he pulls always to look down at you to utter the words.

"i love you too."

the elevator door opens to isagi yoichi whose soul leaves his body, as the sprout on his head jumps alongside him.

well.

words aren't very important at the moment and rin isn't good at them either and there is plenty of more time to deal with all that, but what matters most is that he has made himself clear with his actions.

he won't let you slip away.

and that starts with his pissed off expression as he chases isagi out the elevator to grab him by the hair and the poor blue haired boy can only feel his soul leave his body like those animated cartoons.

you're left by yourself to giggle at the person in front of you, someone who has been your best friend before everything else.

how foolish of you to assume he wouldn't want this.

how foolish, because if he felt nothing, why were his hands shaking when holding your face so carefully to kiss you? as to not break you?

how foolish.

[stellaspectral]

rottmnt raph deserves more love so my request is a rottmnt raphael x female reader! raph and reader are friends but she is much closer to donnie thanks to their love for books and videogames and the fact that she is pretty smart. they are always playfully teasing each other and almost always together just the two of them and raph is starting to get jealous even though he doesn’t understand why. leo is the one who notices it and he confronts raph and tells him that he has an obvious crush on reader and he should try to get closer to her or even ask her out instead of seething in silence and ruining the vibes in the room. but since leo knows that raph is both still in denial and a chicken when it comes to feelings, and that he most likely will not follow his advices, he decides to take the situation in his own hands. leo goes to donnie and pester him with questions about the reader and their relationship until donnie gives up and tells leo that the reader has had the biggest crush on raph since the first time that they met and honestly he is quite tired of hearing her lust and simp after him without doing nothing about it. so they start planning a way to force raph and reader to be alone and create the right atmosphere for them to confess to each other. they succeed and raph ends up kissing her and asking her on a first date! thank you so much, i love the way you write!

ps: i read all the chapters of sun killer and omg i can’t wait for the next one, i love the story so much! you also have amazing music taste period.

A/N: Firstly, I agree; Rise Raph definitely deserves more love! 🩷 Second, thank you so much for the lovely compliments! They mean a lot to me 😊

I hope you enjoy this story, anon! 🫶

Mission Accomplished (fluff)

❤️ ROTTMNT Raphael/Female Reader ❤️

CWs: Fluff, very mild angst, jealous Raph, mutual pining, oblivious idiots in love, meddling brothers, matchmaking shenanigans, first kiss. All characters are aged-up.

Colorful explosions detonate across the screen as you focus on your current mission of utterly annihilating your purple-clad opponent.

“Ha! Your timing is slipping, Don Tron,” you yell, sidestepping his attack. A grin splits your face as you input a complex chain of moves, ready to press your advantage with your ultimate combo. “Get ready to get wrecked!”

Your character, Azure Striker, unleashes her move. Jagged bolts of blue lightning fill the screen, culminating in a massive eruption graphic centered squarely on Donnie’s avatar, Techno-Titan. The triumphant fanfare blares from the speakers as Azure Striker poses before there’s a slow-motion replay of Techno-Titan getting absolutely demolished.

You lean back in your chair, stretching your arms above your head. “Oooh, that felt good,” you crow, glancing over at Donnie.

He lets out a long, drawn-out sigh as his fingers finally release their death grip on the controller. “Seriously? The infinite lightning juggle again?” His voice is a mixture of exasperation and grudging respect.

“Face it—you zigged when you should have zagged,” you counter. “So predictable.”

“Predictable? I baited you into that corner! You just got lucky with the input read.”

“Luck is just preparation meeting opportunity, my friend,” you say sagely, navigating the victory screen prompts. The scoreboard pops up, showing your decisive win streak for the evening. “And I am always prepared to strike.”

Donnie snorts, but a small smile plays on his lips. “Yeah, yeah, whatever, Azure ‘Prepared’ Striker. That just means my glorious comeback will be even more satisfying.” He goes back to the character select screen and highlights Techno-Titan’s purple icon. “Best two out of three?”

Your grin widens as you select Azure Striker without hesitation. “You’re on. But don’t cry when lightning strikes twice.”

He lets out a groan at your pun as the game loads the neon-drenched cyberpunk arena where the two of you will have yet another match. As the ‘READY?’ prompt appears, you prepare to make good on your taunt by beating him for the fourth time in a row in Cosmic Combat Chaos VII.

You’re so engrossed in the playful back-and-forth, the comfortable rhythm you and Donnie fall into when spending time together, that you don’t notice the presence lingering on the other side of the communal area of the lair.

But Raph notices. He always does when you and Donnie are like this. Which, lately, seems to be all the time.

He stands there, arms cross tightly over his plastron. He watches your easy laughter, the way you bump Donnie’s shoulder when you finally win the round, the way Donnie just rolls his eyes fondly. How you lean conspiratorially towards him to point out a flaw in his defense strategy. Watches Donnie respond with a technical explanation that somehow makes you laugh again.

A low growl rumbles in Raph’s chest, something tight and uncomfortable twisting in his gut. He doesn’t get it. Why does this bother him so much? You’re his friend too, right? So why does watching you hang out with Donnie, just Donnie, make his fists clench? Why does it feel like someone has shoved a hot needle into his ribs, a feeling of being on the outside, looking in—

—even though he’s standing right here.

Why does it feel like … like he’s missing out on something important? He doesn’t understand the possessive spike that jabs at him when Donnie makes you genuinely laugh, or the hollow feeling when you get deep into a conversation about some book Raph’s never even heard of. He just knows he doesn’t like it. Not one bit.

He shakes his head, trying to dislodge the feeling as he pads towards the dojo, needing to hit something. A lot. And hard. To let the familiar impact against the punching bag drown out the confusing static in his head.

A bit later, Leo finds him there. He leans casually against the doorframe, that signature smirk already in place. “Whoa there, big guy,” he drawls. “What’s got your shell in a twist? Or should I say, who?”

Raph freezes mid-swing, the momentum dying. He slowly turns, his face already flushed, brow furrowed. “What are you even talkin’ about, Leo? Nothin’s got my shell twisted. Just workin’ out some energy.”

Leo pushes off the frame, strolling into the training area. “Riiight. ‘Energy.’ The kind that mysteriously flares up every time she and Donnie do their nerd thing?” He stops a few feet from Raph. “You’re not exactly subtle, you know.”

“I am NOT jealous!” Raph explodes, the words coming out louder and harsher than intended. He gestures emphatically with a fist. “She’s my friend! Donnie’s my brother! Why would I be jealous?” But even as he says it, the lie feels thin and brittle.

“Okay, fine, you’re not jealous,” Leo concedes with exaggerated patience. “You just glower and radiate doom whenever she’s within five feet of Donnie. Totally normal friend behavior.” He waits a beat. “Seriously, Raph. You like her. A lot. Why don’t you, I don’t know, talk to her? Ask her out? Anything besides standing nearby looking like you wanna punch a hole through the space-time continuum?”

Raph freezes. Ask you out? The thought sends a jolt of panic through him. What would he even say? What if you laughed? What if you said no? What if you only saw him as the big, dumb muscle? It’s safer this way.

Even if ‘this way’ involves feeling miserable whenever you’re near Donnie.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he mutters, finally turning away from the punching bag, refusing to meet Leo’s gaze. He brushes past his brother. “Just drop it.”

Leo watches him, the smirk finally fading into something resembling exasperation mixed with pity. “Suit yourself, hermano. But stewing in it isn’t helping anyone, least of all you.” He watches Raph leave and thinks, considering what to do next. Then, a mischievous glint sparks in his eyes, an idea forming. “If you won’t fix this … guess I’ll have to.”

Leo finds Donnie in his lab, soldering something intricate. You’d headed off to the convenience store to grab more snacks earlier, promising to bring Donnie back something that wasn’t pure sugar.

“Donnie! Dee! Donatello!” Leo slides dramatically into the lab. “We need to have a little chat.”

Donnie sighs, not looking up from his project. “If this is about re-calibrating the toaster to achieve optimal crispiness levels again, the answer is no.”

Leo huffs and flops onto one of the lab’s rolling chairs, spinning once before stopping himself with a foot on the floor. “Nope, this is way juicier. It’s about you. And our guest. Specifically, your thing with her.”

Donnie finally glances up, brows knitting. “Thing? What thing? We play games. We talk. She appreciates my intellectual discourse—unlike some people.”

Leo points a finger, grinning. “Exactly! You like her.”

Donnie immediately fumbles the soldering tool, barely catching it before it hits the floor. “What?! No—I mean—I respect her. She’s cool. Smart. Sharp sense of humor. But that doesn’t mean I like her, like her. And even if I had feelings, she’s not exactly … available.”

Leo tilts his head. “What makes you think that?”

Donnie pushes his goggles up, setting the soldering tool down with deliberate care. “It’s obvious even to me she likes Raph.”

“Wait,” Leo says, grinning. “She likes him back?!”

“Likes him back?” Donnie repeats, before pinching the bridge of nose. “I’ve known for weeks. Probably longer.” He exhales slowly. “I have received detailed analyzes of his musculature during training sessions. I have endured exhaustive hypothetical scenarios regarding potential romantic encounters. Listened to her sigh dreamily over his protective instincts more times than I can count. They are both infuriatingly inert.”

A slow, positively wicked grin spreads across Leo’s face. Oh, this is perfect. Raph likes you. Donnie says you like Raph. This whole situation is a tangled mess of oblivious pining. “Maybe what this situation needs is a little … catalyst. A nudge. To get things moving.”

Donnie narrows his eyes at his twin. “Nardo, what are you plotting?”

Leo leans forward, conspiratorially lowering his voice even though they’re alone in the lab. “Operation: Get the Big Guy the Girl! Or Operation: Stop Raph From Moping Around Like A Sad Puppy.” He shrugs. “Title’s a work in progress.”

Donnie pinches the bridge of his nose again. “Meddling in complex interpersonal emotional dynamics is statistically likely to result in catastrophic failure. Variables include Raph’s emotional density, her potential reaction to perceived manipulation, and the inherent awkwardness of forced proximity …”

“Pfft, details!” Leo waves a dismissive hand. “Look, they both like each other. You said it yourself! They’re just … stuck. We just need to create the perfect storm.”

“Perfect storm?” Donnie raises a skeptical brow. “You intend to manufacture meteorological phenomena to facilitate romantic confessions?”

“No, Donnie, a metaphorical perfect storm,” Leo clarifies, rolling his eyes. “The perfect setting. The perfect mood. Just the two of them. No distractions.” He pointedly looks around the lab, then back at Donnie. “Meaning us.”

Donnie taps a finger against his chin, the gears visibly turning. “Eliminate external stimuli … Isolate the subjects … Create a controlled environment conducive to emotional vulnerability …” A slow, calculating smile touches his lips, mirroring Leo’s mischievous one. “The hypothesis is sound.”

“Yes! See? You get it!” Leo pumps a fist. “So, what’s the plan? Fake mission? Accidental lockdown?”

“Overly complicated,” Donnie muses. “Subtlety is key. We need a scenario that feels natural yet provides ample opportunity for unguarded conversation. Perhaps a rooftop observation task?”

Leo snaps his fingers. “Ooh, I like it! Romantic city lights, feeling of seclusion. Very prime confession real estate.”

“Precisely,” Donnie agrees. “We can fabricate some low-level reconnaissance. Or—”

You return to the lair, bag filled with snacks in one hand, a drink in the other. You glance around, not seeing Donnie in the communal area anymore. So you head towards the lab, seeing the lights on and hearing voices coming from inside.

Leo leaves just as you make it to the entrance, giving you a friendly wave before he disappears elsewhere in the lair. “Okay, brought the goods!” you announce cheerfully as you enter. “Got your weird seaweed chips, and look, they had that ridiculously sour candy Raph likes!” You put the bag on a relatively clear spot on one of Donnie’s workbenches. “What were you guys chatting about?”

Donnie startles slightly, whipping his head around to face you. His eyes dart momentarily towards the doorway where Leo just vanished before settling back on you. “Ah! Yes! Snacks! Excellent procurement,” he says, maybe a little too loudly, focusing intently on the bag you placed down. He picks up the seaweed chips. “And Leo? Oh, just … the usual.” He waves a hand dismissively, already turning back to his workbench, busying himself by organizing wires that didn’t seem to need tidying.

You raise an eyebrow slightly but decide not to press further as you grab the brightly colored package from the bag. The cartoon mascot on the front looks like it’s imploding from sourness. You figured you’d track Raph down and give him his candy early. Just as you’re about to ask Donnie where he is, Leo reappears back in the lab doorway, this time with Mikey trailing behind him.

“Change of plans! Me and Miguel are heading topside. Got a lead on some weird energy fluctuations down by the docks. Sounds … electrifying.” He winks, clearly proud of his pun.

Mikey nods vigorously. “And dangerous.”

Leo slings an arm around Mikey’s shoulder. “Whatever it is, it sounds like it needs a specialist’s touch. You know, scanners, tricorders, fancy gizmos. Your department.”

Donnie sighs dramatically, though you don’t know this is all part of a plan the twins concocted. “Seriously? Energy fluctuations? Must I be dragged away from my work for every errant power surge?” He glances at his console, then back at Leo. “Fine. But if this turns out to be faulty wiring in a streetlamp again, you owe me seventeen uninterrupted hours of lab time.”

“Deal!” Leo says quickly, already herding Donnie towards the door.

“Aw, man,” you pipe up, slumping slightly. “But tonight was supposed to be movie night.” The initial excitement of your gaming victory and snack run fades, replaced by a wave of disappointment. The five of you hanging out, watching cheesy movies, was something you’d been looking forward to all day.

Leo pauses, offering a sympathetic (and slightly smug, though you don’t catch it) look. “Sorry, chica. Duty calls! Raincheck?”

Mikey adds, “We’ll be back super-fast! Probably.”

Donnie gives you a quick, almost apologetic glance before being pulled away, Leo practically shoving him out of the lab.

“Okay. Well, uh, be careful, guys,” you call out as they leave.

You’re then left in the sudden quiet. Disappointment about movie night still lingers. But then—it hits you. Donnie’s gone. Leo’s gone. Mikey’s gone. Which leaves … Your eyes widen as you look over at the bag of sour candy still sitting on Donnie’s workbench.

Just you. And Raph.

For movie night.

Suddenly, the disappointment evaporates. A nervous flutter starts in your stomach, a warmth spreading through your chest, your mind racing. Just you and Raph? Watching a movie? Alone? Would he even want to? Okay, you tell yourself. This could work. This could be … nice. Really nice, actually.

Grabbing the sour candy and your own snacks, you practically bounce out of the lab, your mission suddenly shifting from ‘shared movie night’ to ‘potential low-key hang-out with the giant turtle who makes your heart do stupid backflips’.

Now, where’s Raph?

You find Raph exactly where you expect him—in the dojo. But he’s not training. Rather, he’s sitting cross-legged against the wall, looking somewhere between zoned out and brooding. He doesn’t notice you at first.

So you do what anyone in your situation would: lob the sour candy at his chest.

It hits him with a soft thwack, bouncing and landing in his lap. He startles, looking up. Then his expression shifts from confusion to surprise to something softer—warmer—when he sees it’s you.

“I, uh, brought back up.” You hold up your own snacks, trying to sound casual, even though your pulse is anything but. “Movie night’s still on. Kind of. The others bailed, so I guess it’s just us.”

His eyes flick from the candy in his lap to your hopeful expression, and for a second, he doesn’t say anything. Just looks at you. And then—

“Yeah?” he says, voice a little rougher than usual. “Just us?”

You nod, maybe a little too eagerly. “If you’re not too busy being a broody lone wolf or whatever.”

He huffs a laugh, rubbing the back of his neck, standing up slowly. “Nah. Was just … thinkin’. But, uh—yeah. Movie night sounds good.”

The awkward air that follows is heavy, but not in a bad way. You walk side-by-side back to the communal area. For a moment, neither of you speaks. You’re trying not to overthink every step, every breath, every glance you might catch from him in your peripheral vision.

You wonder if he can hear how fast your heart’s beating.

You flop onto the couch first, placing the snacks and your drink on the coffee table. Raph hesitates just a moment before sitting beside you. Not close enough to touch, but not far, either. Just close enough that you feel it. Since you got the movie ready earlier, you turn on the projector and lean back into the cushions as the screen flickers to life.

It’s the movie the five of you were supposed to watch together. Something cheesy and action-packed, full of bad one-liners and over-the-top explosions. But now, it’s just you and Raph. And he’s so aware of you next to him.

And you’re so aware of him trying not to look at you too much.

During the movie, your knees bump once—then again—and neither of you moves away. And about halfway through, Raph speaks. Almost too quietly to hear over the explosions on the screen.

“… I’m glad it’s just us.”

You look at him, your breath catching. “Yeah?”

He nods, eyes fixed on the screen like it’s the most interesting thing he’s ever seen. “I mean, I like when we all hang out. But tonight … this is nice.”

Your heart stumbles over itself, and you lean just a little closer, emboldened. “Yeah. It is.”

Another pause.

Then he finally looks at you—really looks at you—and says, voice low and uncertain, “Hey, can I tell you somethin’ kinda dumb?”

You smile. “I don’t think anything you say could be dumb.”

He grunts softly, like he doesn’t believe that, but he takes a breath, anyway. “I like you. A lot.” He pauses. “I’ve been tryin’ to say it for so long, but … but I didn’t wanna mess up what we already got.”

You blink, the warmth in your chest exploding into something bright and golden. “For the record … I like you too. A lot.”

His eyes widen, and for a split second, he looks like he just short-circuited. And then he smiles. This soft, genuine, Raph smile—like you just handed him the universe. You lean your head gently against his shoulder, and he shifts slightly to lean into you, cautious but firm, as if afraid you’ll disappear if he moves too fast.

On the screen, there’s another explosion.

But the real fireworks come when Raph, his heart thundering a rhythm against his plastron that you can almost feel, finally turns fully towards you. The flashing colors from the movie screen dance across his features, but all you can focus on are his eyes. Intense, vulnerable, and searching yours.

He lifts a hand, big and calloused, and gently—so gently—tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear. His knuckles brush your cheek, and the touch sends a delightful shiver racing down your spine. “So,” he starts, his voice huskier now, “is this for real?”

You nod, unable to trust your voice for a moment, a radiant, joyful smile spreading across your face. Words feel inadequate for the soaring feeling in your chest.

That silent confirmation seems to be all the encouragement he needs. He leans in slowly, giving you every chance to pull away. But you don’t. You can’t. You don’t want to.

You meet him halfway, your eyes fluttering closed as your worlds tilt, colliding in the best possible way. His lips meet yours, hesitant at first. You lean into him, a soft sigh escaping you. The kiss deepens, slow and sweet and full of all the things you’ve both been too scared to say.

When you finally break apart, both a little breathless, he rests his forehead against yours. A wide, almost disbelieving grin stretches across his face, and his eyes remain closed as if he is savoring the moment. “Wow,” he breathes out, the single word laden with emotion.

You giggle. “Wow is right.”

He pulls back just enough to look into your eyes again, his own shining. “So, uh,” he clears his throat, a faint blush dusting his cheeks, making him look so endearing. He scratches the back of his neck, that classic Raph gesture when he’s nervous but pushing through. “Since … since this is, y’know, real and all … I was wonderin’ if maybe … you’d wanna go on a date? With me? Like an actual one. Just us?”

The words are out, a hopeful, slightly clumsy tumble, and you can’t stop the beaming smile that spreads across your face. “A date?” you echo softly, your voice laced with playful surprise. “With the mighty Raphael Hamato? Are you sure you can handle it?”

His blush deepens, but he grins. “Pretty sure I’m the one who should be askin’ you that.”

“In that case,” you say, your voice full of warmth and certainty, “I would absolutely love to go on a date with you.”

His grin widens even more, if it’s even possible. “Awesome!” he exclaims, then visibly reigns himself in a little, though the excitement is still clear on his face. “I, uh … I’ll think of somewhere good for us to go.”

You snuggle back against his side, feeling his arm coil around you, pulling you closer this time. The movie continues to play, the hero spouting another terrible one-liner, but neither of you is really watching anymore. Eventually, the overly dramatic finale comes and goes.

“Next time,” Raph says, “I’m pickin’ the movie. Somethin’ with fewer explosions and more reasons to cuddle.”

You smirk. “Deal.”

Again, the two of you kiss. And somewhere, not too far away, a trio of turtle brothers high-five in the shadows.

Mission very much accomplished.

[wileys-russo]

are you taking requests? 🥹

if so can I request a blurb about Alexia from her insta dump sleep time 10 hours 😂

reader is going crazy like where are you and she’s just passed out for half the day

hibernation II a.putellas

you glanced up at the sound of chiming, the front door swinging open and an all too familiar face stepping through as you immediately perked up at her arrival.

"hola amor." your girlfriend smiled warmly as she stood on the opposite side of the counter, hands shoved in her pockets as she rocked back and forth on the balls of her feet and narrowed her eyes up at the board above your head.

you cleared your throat after a couple of minutes of silence, raising an eyebrow expectantly at the curious look she gave you. rolling your eyes when she didn't catch on you tapped your lips, the blondes own eyes widening as she immediately leaned forward.

you met her halfway, pecking her lips and mumbling your own greeting against them before pulling back as once again her gaze moved upwards.

"why do you laugh?" the striker huffed with a frown as you chuckled at the adorable look of concentration painted on her face. "you." you shot back, ducking down and grabbing a large takeaway cup. "¿por qué a mí?" she accused, frown turning to a scowl.

"because mi amor you come in here every day, look at the board, read the specials, take your time, and every day you order the same thing." you laughed knowingly, waving goodbye to a few customers as they called out thank you's.

"no!" alexia argued. "sí, lo sabes." lucia, one of your more longer term employees called out as she made her way past and headed into the kitchen with an armful of dirty plates.

"oye! se supone que debes ponerte de mi lado." your girlfriend yelled after the younger girl. "you do not pay her bebé." you reminded with a grin, already starting to make her usual, lucia clicking her tongue in agreement as she darted past again, alexia shooting her a dirty look.

"leave my girls alone or i might start charging you putellas." you warned playfully, the midfielder mocking you under her breath as you clipped a lid onto her drink, placing it in front of her with a brown paper bag beside it.

"what if i do not want that?" alexia challenged with a raised eyebrow. "vale! lunch for me." you shrugged, moving to take it back before she protectively shielded it with her arm. "predecible." you smiled with a wink.

"gracias cariño." alexia sighed in defeat, knowing all too well that her favourite baked good you sold was concealed in the bag without even having to open it, the iced matcha causing her to exhale happily after she took a sip.

but she frowned as you cleared your throat again expectantly. "payment." you reminded, tapping the counter with your knuckles as your girlfriend scrambled to balance her drink and pull her phone out of her pocket.

"ale! no con dinero." you laughed as the blonde paused, thinking it over for a minute before it dawned on her and once again she leant across the counter and you did the same, your lips meeting in the middle.

"text me when you are home, sí?" "por supuesto."

only as time ticked on and the cafe ran through its usual lunch rush, you were surprised to pull your phone out after a couple of hours and not have a single message from the footballer.

fingers flying you sent her a couple of texts checking in if she'd made it home safe, tucking your phone back in your pocket and smiling warmly at an elderly couple before taking their order.

though with your girlfriends absence playing on your mind, and frequently checking your phone to no update, the strange gaping pit in your stomach widened and you just couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.

you even went as far as to google if any car accidents had happened nearby, after stepping outside to try calling alexia a few times and the phone just ringing out, something else out of character.

you were a few more moments of silence away from calling her mami or the local hospital when your phone was snatched out of your hand before you could.

"go home. we are fine!" lucia chuckled at the look on your face, handing you back your phone.

"but-" "no, go chica. vamos!"

you didn't bother to argue after that, lucia having worked for you long enough you knew you could trust her to close up by herself now the other girls had already gone home for the day.

"oh and amiga? i am sure alexia is fine."

even with the girls words ringing in your ears you weren't to deny you broke a few speed limits on your way home, your heart in your throat as you took an orange light a little too fast and awaited for red and blue lights behind you but they never came.

you tried calling alexia again and again on the way there, both her mami and sister declining having heard from her since this morning either your anxiety was going into overdrive.

you barely cut the engine before you were throwing off your seatbelt and near sprinting across the carpark, trying to call her again and again as you entered the elevator and tapped your fob, pressing the number of your floor over and over as if that would make it go faster.

you were at risk of carpet burn with how fast you sped down the hallway, fumbling clumsily with your keys and cursing as you dropped them, almost falling over your feet as your hands shook but you managed to unlock the front door.

"amor? amor? alexia? estás aquí? ale? alexia!" you shouted, growing louder with each call of her name, zooming around the house as your breathing became shallow. "alexia! estás aquí?" you yelled again, holding the phone up to your ear, the number of the local hospital having been punched in since you sped into the carpark.

"hola? hay alguien que se llame putellas?" you asked fearfully, pacing back and forth and huffing as you were put on hold.

"mi amor? cuándo llegaste a casa?"

"not now alexia." you shooed away your girlfriend, breath held as the nurse returned. "no no, putellas." you corrected as she advised there wasn't anyone under the name 'patella'.

"quién eres-" alexia questioned with a frown, a hand landing on your shoulder which you batted away. "i said not now-alexia!" you spat out in shock as your girlfriend looked at you like you'd grown a second head and you hastily rambled out an apology and hung up.

the taller girl grunted as you practically tackled her in a hug, sending her stumbling backwards and just catching her footing as your legs wrapped around her waist and she held you up.

"gracias a dios." you breathed a sigh of relief, hands cupping her cheeks and kissing her lips repeatedly until it suddenly dawned on you that all of your worry had seemingly been for nothing.

"imbécil!" you smacked her shoulder and promptly dropped to your feet, shoving at her chest as the footballers head practically spun from the whiplash of your hot and cold greeting.

"you. were. supposed. to. text. me. when. you. got. home!" you smacked her hoodie covered shoulder with every word as the blonde cowered, shielding her face.

"i was sleeping!" alexia defended, catching your hands in hers as you raised them to smack her again, refusing to let them go as your eyes narrowed, the twitch in the left one causing your girlfriend to swallow nervously.

"this whole time. you have been...asleep?" you asked calmly, though it was the kind of calm that terrified the blonde holding your hands captive in her own.

"...sí, i was tired." alexia shrugged, finally letting go of your hands as you tried again to pull them away, this time with success as your girlfriend braced but thankfully they dropped to your side instead of lunging at her again.

"tired? you were tired?" you questioned, alexia now backing up as you strode forward, her shoulder knocking against the doorframe as she retreated into the bedroom.

"alexia. you slept for twelve hours last night, and today is your day off! how are you tired?" you growled at her as she gave you a small smile. "ahora no lo soy?" she laughed nervously, wincing as you exhaled slowly.

"i thought you were in an accident. or badly hurt. or in the hospital!" you accused, alexia quickly darting around to the other side of the bed as you poked a finger at her.

"but i am not princesa! i am fine, and that is good, no?" alexia grinned as you only glared at her silently and she whistled quietly under her breath. "vale mi vida, you must be tired after a long day, so much stress. why do we not have a nap?" your girlfriend suggested hopefully, pulling the blanket back and patting the bed.

"mmm good idea cari, i am tired." you hummed with a nod, alexia visibly relaxing a little, boldly assuming she was in the clear. "but i hope you slept well alexia. did you? you must have if you could not even hear your phone! or your watch!" you questioned, tone once again dangerously calm.

it may have played to her favour that your girlfriend quickly realised though you'd asked a question, you didn't really want her to answer.

"well i hope you did mi amor. because tonight, you can sleep on the couch!" you practically barked at her before stomping off in the other direction as your girlfriend groaned, dragging her hands down her face.

"would it help if i said i was dreaming of you? mi niña bonita?" "no! it would not help!"

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No Hard Feelings II Fridolina Rolfö x Reader

romantic masterlist | platonic masterlist | previous fanfic I word count: 1556

summary: Fridolina initially acts cold and dismissive toward Reader. But is her aloofness rooted in genuine disdain, or is there something deeper behind her behavior? requested

author's note: Hi readers, we hope you enjoy the fanfic. Your feedback is always appreciated. 💙💙

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

It happened again. Fridolina’s blue eyes never sought yours. Her glances were always directed at your other teammates, never at you. As she animatedly spoke to Kika and Ellie, you were left ignored, feeling invisible to her.

When Fridolina finally left - it was the official end of training after all, you couldn’t stay quiet any longer. “See? She did it again!”

“Did what?” The blonde goalkeeper frowned, clearly confused. The hurt was evident in your voice as you replied, “Whenever I said something, she didn’t respond.”

Fridolina’s dismissive behaviour reminded you too much of what you’d experienced at your former club, ugly memories resurfacing, ones you’d tried so hard to leave behind.

“Kika’s right. Frido probably didn’t mean to do it on purpose, y/n,” Kika said, trying to comfort you.

Smiling, Ellie added, “Kika’s right. She’s really a nice person. You’ll see that once you’re here longer.”

“What? You two don’t see how Frido’s always ignoring me?” you protested, knowing full well how childish it must sound to your friends.

The Portuguese striker observed in a matter-of-fact tone, “You’re serious.”

“Yes.” Seeing the doubtful expressions on both of their faces, you added, your voice sounding defeated, “You don’t even believe me.”

“No, next time, we’ll focus on this,” Kika promised.

You let out a sigh of relief. “Okay, good.”

The goalkeeper gave you a sympathetic look. “You’re safe here. This isn’t your old club, remember?”

“I… I know that.”, you replied. In theory, it was true, you were aware of it, but had your heart caught up with your brain yet? Apparently not. You wanted honesty and truth from Fridolina, not a cold shoulder.

Light-heartedly, Ellie asked, attempting to distract you, “So, what about you two? Are you starving like I am?”

“Yes!” the brunette exclaimed, grinning.

A little chuckle escaped your lips as you replied, “It’s not even a question. Let’s grab some food.”

“Please,” the goalkeeper pleaded, before wrapping her arms around Kika and your shoulders as you walked out into the late afternoon, the sun casting a golden glow on your faces.

Maybe, just maybe, everything would turn out alright in Barcelona. Even with Fridolina. A small spark of hope grew inside you while you laughed with your friends.

A few days later, that hopeful feeling was shattered. The game was filled with intensity, and your team was trailing behind, something it wasn’t used to. Tempers flared as the minutes ticked by, and the opponent’s tackles made things especially difficult.

At first, you couldn’t believe it, but then you saw an opening in the defence, a perfect position to shoot the ball into the goalkeeper’s net. “Frido, give me the ball!” you shouted.

The Swede had more than enough time to make a decision. You never received the ball. Instead she passed the ball to Patri behind you who launched the ball over the goal.

And then, as if that wasn’t enough, the Swede even had the audacity to turn towards you, all innocence: “What?”

The halftime whistle blew, but you barely registered it.

You couldn’t hold back. You stomped towards her, growing angrier with every step: “Didn’t you hear me? Why do you keep avoiding me like the plague?!”

Fridolina took a step back, her gaze locked onto your face, wary.

“I don’t!”, she protested.

“Yes, you do! This was our chance to turn this game around!”, you continued.

Your teammate shook her head and turned away to walk towards the dressing rooms. But not without defending herself.

“You weren’t in a position to receive the ball.”, she said calmly over her shoulder.

“That’s a lie!”, you shouted after her.

That made her pause and turn back towards you. She scoffed with frustration: “God, that’s pretty illusory for someone with the talent you have.”

You opened your mouth, ready to reply when Alexia stepped between the two of you. You didn’t even have to look at her, you could feel the anger radiate off of her.

“Both of you, go in that room and get this sorted during the halftime break.”, she ordered, pointing towards what appeared to be a broom closet. You had no doubt that if you protested, she would drag you inside there without hesitation.

“Alexia, you can’t be serious.”, Fridolina groaned.

“Do I look like I’m joking? It’s time for you two to talk it out.”

Even the stubborn Swede had to accept that arguing was useless: “Ugh.”

Wordlessly, you both entered the tiny, dimly lit room. As you closed the door behind yourself, you muttered to yourself: “I’ve never seen her that mad before.”

To your surprise, Fridolina actually responded: “She hates nothing more than when someone doesn’t put the team above everything else.”

You weren’t sure if there was a hint of guilt in her voice but whatever it was, you chose to ignore it. Instead, you studied her face in the low light. The single bulb above you cast shadows over her face.

“Me too.”, you said. “So? Will you tell me why you hate me now? It’s okay, I can take the truth much better than this silent treatment you’ve been giving me.”

Nothing. Just silence. You half expected that Fridolina went back to ignoring you, when she suddenly sighed heavily.

“I don’t hate you.”

"Wait, you don’t?", you blinked at her, surprised.

She rambled, clearly struggling to find the right words. "No... I just..."

"You...?" You looked at her expectantly.

Fridolina nervously ran a hand through her messy blonde ponytail, looking a little frazzled. "I wasn’t sure how to talk to you."

"It would’ve been less confusing if you’d just talked to me like you do with the other teammates," you told her.

"That’s different."

"Why? Because I’m the new girl?", you frowned.

Slowly, Fridolina shook her head, then clarified, "No."

"What’s your problem?”, you raised an eyebrow.

Both of you flinched when you heard your captain’s voice through the closed door: "Hurry up, only two more minutes."

The blonde didn’t address whatever issue she had with you. Instead, she referred to the incident on the pitch earlier, which had left your blood boiling. "I have no problem. There was an opponent behind you, so I couldn’t pass you the ball. That’s all."

You both sensed there was more to it, but the full truth remained elusive. "Okay. But why is talking to me different from talking to the others?" you asked, holding your breath without thinking.

You were so close to seeing the human behind her snow queen-esque façade, until Fridolina reminded you in a frosty tone

"Fridolina...", you began, trying to hide your disappointment.

Unmoved, she opened the door where Alexia was waiting for you. "Let’s go."

"You’d better get this right on the pitch now," the captain demanded, her hands on her hips, looking as determined as ever to secure the win.

There were only a few minutes left to play when Kika jumped on you, cheering as you scored the late winning goal. "What a strike!"

"Not bad, huh? I couldn’t have done it without Frido’s assist," you grinned proudly.

Kika’s eyes immediately shifted to the Swede before returning to you with a mischievous wink. "Looks like she’s not ignoring you anymore."

Satisfied, Alexia embraced you:"That’s what I wanted to see all along."

"We’ve got that," Fridolina reassured the captain as they shared a quick hug.

The victory had lifted everyone’s spirits. Each player was still buzzing, long after the final whistle. Loud chatter and laughter filled the changing room. Some wins just tasted sweeter, and this was definitely one of them.

Later, freshly showered, you waved to your teammates—who had become your friends. "Bye, everyone."

"Frido, now," Ingrid hissed, giving her friend a small but firm push in your direction.

You heard your name slip from the Swede's lips. Turning to her, you waited: 'Yeah?' “I...”

With raised eyebrows, you waited for her to continue. But when it became clear that she wouldn’t continue, you sighed, frustration slipping through.

“Just say it.”, you urged her impatiently, adjusting the strap of your sports bag on your shoulder.

Fridolina took a deep breath as if bracing herself for what she was coming next.

“The reason I talked to the others but not you is because… I’m not attracted to them.”

The words tumbled out of her mouth and you needed a moment to gather them, one by one.

“You find me attractive?”, you echoed, your brain still trying to piece it all together.

Fridolina nodded shyly: “I… do.”

You hesitated a second but once realisation settled in, you quickly found your footing.

“How about a date where we can get to know each other then?”, you suggested, smiling.

Before Fridolina could respond, Ingrid chimed in with a delighted: “Sounds perfect.”

You looked at the Swede, still waiting for a reaction from her.

“I think I would like that.”, she finally said, her eyes gleaming.

“Maybe at a café on our free day?”

Fridolina nodded: “That sounds great.”

“We’ve a date.” You gave her one last smile before you left the dressing room, exhilarated by what had just happened.

As you walked away, you heard Ingrid’s voice behind you. “See, Frido? That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

Fridolina let out a small laugh.

“It wasn’t,” she admitted, her gaze following you out with the tiniest smile on her lips.

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As We Bloom — Pau Cubarsí.

Pairing: Pau Cubarsí x Fem!Reader

Summary: Where he’s spotted attending one of your matches, and aside from the panic, you feel a wave of… contentment.

Word Count: 1.5K+

Disclaimer/s — Trying to do more blurbs like this… errr. So! Reader is a player for Barca Femeni and 18! Uhhhh, god wow this feels all over the place. I struggled badly if u couldn’t tell

A/N: HI. Another request by @redbulldoesntgiveyouwings ofc! Reading, ‘She’s trying hard to prove herself as a striker, but the wingers aren’t giving her much help. The Barca men notice she’s struggling. Might have a thing with Pau or another younger player. Then, she sees the whole Barca team at one of her matches (Supercopa 2025, VISCA BARCA), and she’s about to cry from all the emotions.’ So! I summarized it, and some might not align with what you said and for that, I’m sorry… but! We came up with a few ideas :3 may you enjoy!

Your first thought was, ‘He’s watching me today?’

And then it was, ‘Oh, my God. Pau’s watching me today.’ For the first time since the two of you made things official, he’s here. You were quick to stiffen, running a rough hand over your face. Get back into the game—you can worry about it later.

You have enough to worry about already, trying your utmost to create chances for your teammates, to no avail—not that you minded. It was an incredibly tough match, but you’d hope.

The two of you had thought it best to keep things private. Private was good, or at least that’s what you thought. As your teammate passed you the ball, you went on autopilot, the simple yet important action snapping you back into reality. He’s here—whoop-de-doo! Come back, will you?

Maneuvering across the pitch with ease, you realized you’d be surrounded if you didn’t pass, so you did just that. You ran farther down and were met with it once again, your gaze trained on the object and the object alone. You were closer…

Closer, and closer. The box was right there.

Acting as if you were about to pass it on, you kept your gaze on Aitana, striking at the last second, your eyes flickering to the net while you watched.

It’s deflected by the opposing player, sending the keeper off-guard, missing by literally just an inch.

Your eyes widen at that, a big, bright grin gracing your lips as you’re quickly surrounded by your teammates, all plastered with matching smiles.

You just fucking scored.

The expression stays on your face even after the final whistle is blown. Why? Because you guys are Supercopa Champions. You guys are champions.

Six to zero sounded crazy.

You contributed.

Upon receiving your medal shortly after, you try to find Pau once again, only to realize it wasn’t just him who came, but Lamine, Héctor—even Balde. It was sickening to you, and your eyes welled up with unshed tears as you made your way to stand beside your team. You watched as Alexia gently took the trophy into her hands and made her way toward you all, bouncing with pure excitement.

Finally, she lifts it up into the air.

This team was your everything, and this moment just solidified that. Cursed chances be damned.

That’s how it was for the next fifteen-ish minutes until things started to wind down. Your smile threatened to widen when you lifted your head once again for what seemed like the tenth time.

He was still here. Not once had he left, not that you expected him to, but you know. It meant a lot.

Pau’s eyes met yours, and he tilted his head, as if asking, ‘Meet you after?’ Uh, duh. You nodded.

As you rushed toward the locker rooms, the unmistakable sound of approaching footsteps caught your attention, sending a thrill of recognition through you. You knew exactly who it was. Whirling around, you discovered your assumptions were spot on. Not only was it him standing there, but the rest trailing behind.

All you truly wanted in this moment was to be in his arms, as corny as that may sound. You need it.

Wasting no time, the excitement that had been coursing through your veins propelled you to jog toward him, your body crashing into his. You heard the sound of his laughter in your ear, making you nestle your face deeper into his shoulder. “I didn’t know you were here, you idiot.”

“I had to,” Pau murmured softly against your neck before pulling back. “That was an insane goal.”

Your cheeks hurt from smiling so much, but his words were enough to make you endure the pain for just a little while longer. Then, the sound of someone clearing their throat made you wince.

Right… pulling away completely (fighting the urge to squirm under Pau’s lingering hand on the small of your back), you tilt your head. “Thank you guys so much for coming, seriously. It means a lot.”

Lamine winks. “Anything to see the team win.”

“Anything to see the team win?” Your eyebrows raise. “You’re acting like you knew we’d win.”

“Well, didn’t you? Win?” The Fort boy speaks up, his arm lazily slung over Alejandro’s shoulder.

“I mean—” you stammer. “Like, yeah… it was still super rough. Oh, my God! Did you see their foul?”

“You had it though,” one said, and they all agreed.

Oh, you loved them so incredibly bad. “Thank you guys again. Seeing you helped me a lot, I swear.”

Pau quirks a brow at that. “Really?”

“No. Are you kidding me? I almost shit myself just from seeing you alone,” you scoff, rolling your eyes. “Imagine how I felt finding out you guys were all here.” That was true; you totally panicked.

Laughter fills your ears and you’re glad they’re able to find some amusement in your temporary misery. Then, “It was a good game,” Balde said, his voice soft. “But we have to get going soon.”

“Ah, you’re right! I should go too—uh, I’ll talk to you later?” You utter, looking over at Pau, who shoots his friends a look you don’t understand.

You don’t notice, but they now have knowing looks on their faces as they walk away, offering their goodbyes, which you gratefully return.

Once they’re gone, and it’s just the two of you, he pinches the fabric of your jersey in his fingers and guides you toward him once again, the action causing you to stumble into Pau. Slowly, before you can even process what he’s doing, his lips are delicately on yours. Taking your breath away.

You smile into the kiss, your hands coming to cradle his jaw while his slide over your waist. It’s short; you don’t mind. “Huh, good game kiss?”

“Good game kiss,” he murmured.

“Man, I’ve really got to try and score more, huh?” Your words are teasing, but there’s an underlying truth in them that makes him place another soft peck on your temple. “Are you leaving already?”

Pau shakes his head. “I’ll wait for you out here. Take your time, spend time with the team, yeah?”

“If you insist,” you hum, your hands trailing down to his forearms and you squeeze gently. “I won’t be long—and I know you’ll say that you don’t care, but I do. I’ll be back!” And with that, you leave.

He follows you with his gaze until you disappear from his sight. To think you had been overthinking the entire match just to have it end how he knew it would be was everything, and he hopes you know that you truly do belong here.

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