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meazalykov · 3 months ago

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getting what she wants

lena oberdorf x reader

part four of five

summary: you wonder if she will take this as seriously as you will, since the unfortunate event will turn her life around

warnings: angst, acl injury

the atmosphere in washington, d.c. was buzzing, the crowd already filling up the stadium for the final friendly before the olympics.

the last tune-up match. the send off. you should’ve been excited, but your mind wasn’t entirely focused on the game ahead.

your family was here, your non-soccer playing friends have called off from their jobs just to celebrate your achievements.

however, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off, though you hadn’t put your finger on it yet.

emma had decided to rest you for the first half, opting to try out some new formations and lineups before the olympics.

you were okay with it, knowing that your performance in new york had already solidified your spot in the starting lineup for the tournament. still, sitting on the bench with your legs jittering from the adrenaline that always hit just before a match wasn’t easy.

you sat between tierna and hal, the latter relatively new to the national team setup. hal’s wide eyes scanned the field, soaking it all in as she sat nervously beside you.

"y/n," she said, her voice soft, like she wasn’t sure if she should even speak to you.

you turn your head to look at her, with a light smile letting her know that she can speak to you anytime.

"i know you’re going through a hard time, according to the team. and i feel like you should hear this since we haven’t talked much but i’ve just... i’ve always admired you. as a midfielder, i mean. your control, your playmaking, it’s... i don’t know, you’re so goated."

you turned to her, surprised by the compliment. you hadn’t interacted with hal much since this was only her third call-up to the senior team. she was still finding her spot, but her genuine words made you smile, if only a little.

"thank you, you don’t understand how much that means to me right now" you replied, offering her a nod of acknowledgment.

"you’ve been doing great too. i can’t wait to play with you more often."

hal gave a nervous smile, then added, "i know there’s been... a lot of drama lately. with carmine and everything. but i want you to know that i’d like to be your friend, no matter what. i don’t care about the rumors that might make you look bad or any of that stuff."

her words took you off guard, and you felt a wave of gratitude wash over you.

it wasn’t easy to open up to new people, especially after your ex ruined your trust for a temporary period, but hal’s sincerity was a breath of fresh air.

"i’d like that," you said, meaning it.

"friends sound good."

the game started, and for the first half, you sat watching intently, analyzing the way emma was testing out the new players.

mexico was tough, just as they had been in the gold cup back in february, but you knew that your team had enough firepower to break them down eventually.

at halftime, it was still 0-0, and you were itching to get on the field.

emma must’ve sensed it, because in the 63rd minute, she called your name.

"y/n, you’re going in. i want you to play in your normal position, just like last game, prioritize the opportunity. stay in the line– i trust you."

you nodded, already mentally preparing yourself as you stripped off your warm-up gear and jogged to the sideline.

when the whistle blew, you stepped onto the pitch replacing rose lavelle, ready to make an impact.

within minutes, you found your rhythm, linking up with mallory, lynn, and sophia effortlessly. you could feel the game starting to open up, and you knew it was only a matter of time before the breakthrough came.

and then, in the 78th minute, it did.

lynn made a run down the left wing, drawing two defenders toward her. you saw the space open up in the middle and called for the ball.

she cut it back to you, and without hesitation, you took a touch, then drilled it into the bottom corner of the net.

the goalkeeper dives too late to save it.

the crowd erupted as you run to the corner to celebrate. you see your family and personal friends and give them a heart with your hands, happy to see them here.

your teammates swarming you. it wasn’t a hat trick like the last game, but it was your fourth goal in two games, and it felt good—really good.

after the final whistle, with a 1-0 victory secured, you headed back to the locker room.

the energy was high, the team buzzing with excitement, but there was a heavy pit forming in your stomach.

something didn't feel right before the game, and you couldn’t shake it.

as you sat on the bench, wiping the sweat and grass dirt from your face, lindsey walked over, her expression serious. she motioned for you to follow her, pulling you into one of the private areas of the locker room.

"hi?" you asked, sensing something was wrong.

is she confronting you about the drama? you weren’t sure. lindsey reassured you many times that everyone still loves you, so you hope there were no new problems now.

lindsey hesitated for a moment, her eyes searching yours before she spoke.

"i didn’t want to tell you before the game, but... lena got injured in germany’s friendly against austria. it’s her knee. popp thinks it’s her acl."

your heart dropped into your stomach, the words hitting you like a freight train.

"what?" your voice cracked, panic already rising in your chest.

"she’s in the hospital back in germany right now," lindsey continued softly.

"i’m sorry, y/n."

you didn’t think twice. without another word, you grabbed your phone and hurried outside to find a quieter space.

it was 11:30 p.m. in dc, which meant it was 5:30 am in germany.

lena would still be awake, especially if she was in the hospital.

with shaky hands, you dialed her number. the phone rang twice before she picked up, her voice groggy but filled with pain.

"hey," lena murmured.

"i was hoping you’d call. nice goal by the way, i saw it on tv."

"lena, i just found out," you said, your voice tight as you tried to hold back the wave of emotions crashing over you.

"your acl? are you okay? i—i should’ve called sooner but i had that game—"

"i’m... i don’t know," lena admitted, her voice breaking slightly.

"it hurts like hell, and i couldn’t sleep. i was supposed to start my first game with you at bayern after the summer, but now... now i don’t even know when i’ll be back."

your heart ached hearing the defeat in her voice.

lena was one of the toughest people you knew, but this was breaking her.

"i’m so sorry," you whispered, your throat tight.

"i’ll be there for you, okay? after the olympics, i’ll help you with your recovery. i’ll make time, i promise."

"you don’t have to do that," lena said quietly, though you could hear the gratitude in her tone.

"i don’t want to be a burden on you. you have so much going on—" she switches to german.

"lena," you cut her off, your voice firm.

"you’re not a burden. you’re a priority. i want to help you. i’ll be there for you, whatever you need. i promise."

there was a long pause on the other end before lena spoke again.

"thank you," she whispered. "i... i don’t know what i’d do without you right now."

you sat there, the weight of her words sinking in. the truth was, you didn’t know what you’d do without her either.

shes been in contact with you everyday since that night. unless there were training or games, there wasn’t a single long-period where you weren’t texting about something– or anything.

despite everything—despite the complicated mess you’d been through with your ex, and the uncertainty that had surrounded your relationship with lena—you realized just how deep your feelings for her ran.

you weren’t official with lena. not yet. but the way your heart was breaking for her right now told you everything you needed to know.

after a long pause, lena spoke again, her voice softer now.

"i’ll still make time for you, even with everything going on."

"no," you said firmly. "i’m going to be there for you, okay? i’ll help you recover. you won’t have to go through this alone."

"thank you," lena whispered again, her voice filled with emotion.

you sat there, the phone still pressed to your ear, your mind racing. this wasn’t how you’d imagined things would go.

lena was supposed to start fresh at bayern after the summer, and now... now everything had changed.

when you returned to the locker room, the news had already spread. the atmosphere was a mix of excitement from the win and the heaviness of what had just happened to lena.

your teammates, especially the ones who knew her well like tierna, gave you sympathetic looks, but no one said much.

as the team prepared to leave for d.c., the weight of everything that had happened in the past few weeks hit you all at once.

from the messy breakup with sloan to lena’s injury, it felt like everything was spinning out of control.

and yet, despite it all, one thing became clear to you as you boarded the plane for the olympics:

you wanted to be with lena. not just as a friend, not just as someone helping her recover, but you wanted to be hers. and her to be yours.

the thing is– you weren’t sure how it would all work out with lena, but you knew one thing for sure: you were in too deep to turn back now.

when all of this was over, you and lena could figure it out together.

the olympics came and went in a blur, the pressure mounting as you advanced through the tournament.

the uswnt played like machines under emma hayes, and before you knew it, you found yourself in the final against brazil, the stakes higher than ever.

the atmosphere at the olympic final against brazil was electric. you were in the 2020 olympics with the team, but winning bronze doesn’t compare to this.

you stood shoulder to shoulder with lindsey and sam, eyes fixed on the opponents you’ve had faced so many times before.

brazil was known for their speed and creativeness, but you knew alyssa naeher was more than prepared to keep them at bay.

today wasn’t just another game — it was the olympic final. and you were more determined than ever to bring home gold. just to prove to yourself that nothing could stop your game, not your cheating ex— nobody.

but as the national anthem played, you couldn’t help but think of lena.

you hadn’t spoken to her much over the last few days, mostly because she was in the thick of her recovery then traveling to meet up with her national team.

though, lena was in the audience. you knew that. lena visited her german teammates as they won the bronze medal match against spain. to say that you were happy for them would've been an understatement.

now the germans were here before the ceremony, ready to watch you put on an outstanding performance for gold.

your heart ached when you thought of her, the injury that had thrown both of your worlds off course.

she was supposed to be thriving, ready to become a star at bayern, and now she was sidelined for months.

but right now, you had a job to do.

the whistle blew, and the final kicked off.

brazil came out swinging, full of energy, and the first twenty minutes were a back-and-forth battle in the midfield.

every time adriana or marta touched the ball, your heart skipped a beat, but you knew alyssa was solid in the back.

the triple espresso were pushing the attack, but brazil’s defense was holding strong.

at around the 30-minute mark, you found yourself in space, sam coffey threading a pass your way.

your first touch was sharp, pushing the ball ahead of you as you glanced up to see the keeper off her line. the triple espresso was blocked by defenders, so without a second thought, you wound up and took the shot from just outside the box, sending the ball curling toward the top corner.

the sound of the net rippling sent a surge of adrenaline through your veins, and the stadium exploded in celebration. 1-0.

you threw your arms up, letting the emotion wash over you as your teammates rushed to engulf you in a hug.

something inside of you wanted to cry in joy– but you held it in. there was still work to be done, and brazil wasn’t going to back down easily.

the rest of the first half was intense.

brazil pressed hard, but the u.s. defense, led by alyssa, naomi, emily, crystal, and tierna, stood strong.

when brazil did manage to get a shot off, alyssa was there, calm and collected, making crucial saves to maintain the lead.

at halftime, the locker room was a mixture of adrenaline and focus.

the 1-0 lead felt good, but you knew it wasn’t enough. brazil was dangerous, and if you let up for even a second, they’d capitalize.

emma gathered the team for a quick pep talk, her voice steady but full of fire. you listened, making sure that you put on the best performance of your career in this second half.

as the second half kicked off, you could feel the tension.

brazil came out with renewed energy, and for the first 15 minutes, they pinned you back, testing alyssa with shots from distance.

she held firm, pulling off save after save, keeping the clean sheet intact.

you cheered, externally or internally, everytime.

in the 65th minute, emma made a tactical switch, bringing in fresh legs to maintain the pace. fortunately, you weren’t subbed out.

the game shifted again, and you found yourself back in the attack. mallory broke down the wing, flying past her defender, and whipped in a cross toward the penalty spot.

you were already there, timing your run perfectly. the ball floated in, and without hesitating, you leapt into the air, connecting with the header.

it wasn’t the hardest shot you’d ever taken, but it was placed perfectly, tucking into the bottom corner past brazil’s keeper.

2-0.

the stadium erupted, louder this time, the roar deafening as you run around the pitch with your arms up high. your teammates chased then mobbed you once again. most teammates from the bench even jumping up to hug you in celebration.

a two-goal lead in the olympic final. you could taste the gold now.

with brazil rattled, the game started to open up. there were more chances on both sides, but your defense was unbreakable.

alyssa, naomi, and emily were locked in, keeping brazil at bay with every attack they mounted. it felt like nothing could get past them, and you could see the frustration building in the brazilian players.

as the clock ticked down, the final whistle was nearing, but you kept your foot on the gas.

brazil was desperate, throwing numbers forward, and that left them exposed at the back.

in the 88th minute, you found yourself in possession again, just outside the box.

sophia made a darting run to pull the defenders away, giving you just enough space to take a shot. you faked to your right, cutting back inside, and then unleashed a low, driven strike toward the far post.

the ball hit the bar, but trinity recovered it and tapped it behind the net.

3-0. the gold was yours.

the crowd exploded in celebration as you dropped to your knees, overwhelmed with emotion.

trinity laid on top of you, crying with you.

your teammates swarmed you, hugging you, lifting you up, the joy infectious. you had done it. olympic champions.

as the final whistle blew, the team celebrated like there was no tomorrow, hugging, crying, laughing.

you had your gold medal moment, standing on top of the world.

your hands were on your face as your sobs came out uncontrollably. if you told yourself a month ago that you’d be this happy and relieved, you wouldn’t believe it.

lindsey and tierna comforted you as you stood up to go to the locker room, getting ready to shower before the ceremony.

as you had a moment to settle down, your thoughts drifted back to lena.

you hadn’t realized how deep your feelings for her had grown.

the fact that she was there, the fact that she was hundreds of feet away in the stadium, recovering from an injury that could derail her season instead of celebrating bronze with her team, weighed heavily on your heart.

later that night, after all the celebrations, after the medals had been handed out and the photos had been taken, you found a quiet moment to yourself.

the weight of the gold medal around your neck was a reminder of everything you’d worked for, but the ache in your chest was for something, someone else.

you pulled out your phone, glancing at the time.

lena was probably asleep by now after partying with her national team, but you couldn’t help it. you needed to talk to her.

you dialed her number, your heart pounding as the phone rang. after a few rings, she picked up, her voice groggy.

"hey," she mumbled.

"you did it!" she cheered through her tired voice.

"yeah," you whispered, your throat tight.

"we won."

there was a long pause on the other end, and you could hear lena shift slightly, probably trying to get comfortable in her bed.

you know that she is someone who sleeps on her stomach, so the brace might make it hard for her.

"i’m so proud of you," she said softly.

"i wish you were here with me," you admitted, the words slipping out before you could stop them.

"this doesn’t feel right without you, even if you do have a different nationality than me." you giggled.

"i wish i was there too," she replied, her voice filled with longing.

"but... i’ll be here when you get back. we’ll figure everything out then. until then, please enjoy your win."

you smiled, tears stinging your eyes. "i’m coming home to you. as soon as all of this is done."

"i’ll be waiting," lena whispered.

as you hung up after the goodnights, the weight of everything hit you all at once.

the olympics, the gold, lena’s injury, your breakup with sloan, the confusion about what you and lena really were—it was all so much.

one thing was clear in your mind as you stared down at the gold medal around your neck: it didn’t matter what obstacles lay ahead now.

you moved on from whatever was in the past and you were in this with lena now, for the long run.

part five, the final part, here

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hgfictionwriter · 7 months ago

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Maybe This Time - Part Two

Jessie Fleming x Reader

Summary: As Jessie and you grow closer, you attend your first Thorn's game, get grilled by Janine, and Jessie relives old memories of you - both good and bad.

Warnings: None.

A/N: It's been a while, so if you need Part One here it is. Depending on the appetite for this fic, I'll either wrap it up next chapter or will explore a bit more.

"Does the offer for tickets still stand?"

Jessie's smile widened as she read your message.

"Of course. Which game do you want to see?"

When she locked her phone and tucked it into her jacket pocket she caught the curious look Janine was giving her. The blonde leaned against the lockers, hand resting on her hip.

"What's that about?" She asked with a single waggle of her eyebrows and a knowing look to the phone.

"Nothing," Jessie replied in a drawn out tone as she rolled her eyes and turned to walk to the carpark, knowing Janine would follow.

"I think you mean 'Y/N'," Janine said rather smugly as she fell in step. Jessie came to a stop and shot her friend a withering look.

"Not you, too," she complained, being immediately met with all-too-satisfied laughter from Janine.

Since Jessie texted Teagan about you a few weeks back, she'd received relentless razzing from her Bruins teammates, but now it seemed word had gotten out even more.

"You were crazy about her back in the day," Janine went on undeterred. "I remember you texting her - not as discretely as you thought, by the way - and moping over her at camps."

"Uh huh," Jessie said in a flat, unimpressed tone as they began walking again. "I did not mope," she muttered.

"Oh you moped," Janine refuted. "Big time." Before Jessie could argue further, Janine went on. "And now she lives here and so do you? And she’s single? Sounds like fate to me," she said with a cheeky smile.

"Stop it," Jessie scolded mildly. The rest of her complaint dissipated as she felt her phone buzz. She pulled it out and shot Janine a dark look at the "Oooo" noise she made upon seeing your name on the screen. Jessie turned her back to Janine and opened the message, ignoring how the girl was tall enough to see over her shoulder anyway.

"Awesome! Whatever's available, really. This weekend, next, whatever works. Thank you!"

Jessie sighed irritably as she tried to ignore how Janine was blatantly looking at the message.

"I can get you tickets for this weekend. Is two okay?"

"Why are you offering her two!" Janine protested. "You want her to bring a date or something?"

Jessie rolled her eyes. "I'm not going to make her attend alone. She can bring a friend." She averted her gaze briefly before lowering her tone. "A friend who's hopefully not a date." Immediately, she went on. “Not that I care. We’re totally different people now. There’s nothing to read into.”

“Right,” Janine deadpanned. She opened her mouth to speak, but a new message popped up and both girls’ attention was drawn to it.

"Brilliant! I'll be there. Thank you so much. I'm looking forward to it! It's been too long since I've been to one of your games."

Jessie smiled before tamping it out when she remembered Janine was studying her.

“Cool. I’ll send you the tickets.”

She was going to write something further, something witty, but not with Janine hanging over her shoulder and analyzing every word and move.

“Imagine if you get benched this Saturday,” Janine said followed with a laugh. Jessie glowered at her.

“It wouldn’t matter anyway,” Jessie said haughtily, recovering from the dirty look she shot her friend. “It’s not like she’s here to see me specifically.”

“Uh, I think that’s exactly what she’s doing. Remember? She doesn’t even like soccer?” Janine pointed out exaggeratedly before muttering. “Which would totally be a red flag, but your Bruins girls seemed to like her, so I guess she can’t be all bad.”

“Oh my gosh,” Jessie chided. “Her not caring about soccer is not a reflection of her character or worth as a human being. God, Janine.” She rolled her eyes and Janine made a face at her.

“You know what does though? How much emotional turmoil she put you through in university. I can - and do - judge her for that,” Janine retorted, now earnest.

Jessie shot her a look as they reached their cars. They stood to face one another and she sighed.

“It’s not her fault,” she said quietly. “I never told her how I feel. Felt.” Jessie glowered at herself this time, rolling her eyes. “She didn’t string me along or anything like that. Anytime I was moody - or mopey - it was my own doing. We were really close and I wanted more, but I was too shy. And I’d get jealous of girls who did have the nerve to ask her out and date her and it was my own fault.”

“This isn’t the 19th century, Jessie. She could’ve asked you out, too,” Janine countered and Jessie huffed in frustration, folding her arms tightly across her chest.

“Well. I guess. But. I don’t know.” Jessie kicked at the ground with her sneaker. “I think she maybe was now and then? Like - not explicitly I guess. But looking back I think she wanted me to reciprocate more and I didn’t. Maybe.”

Janine arched an eyebrow at her.

“What do you mean?”

Jessie’s frustration grew, but she took a breath.

“I don’t know.” She shrugged sharply and redhead out to open her car door. “It doesn’t matter. That’s all in the past anyway.”

She didn’t have to look at Janine to know the girl was processing how far to push this. Mercifully, she relented.

“‘Kay. Well, I've push my judgement aside. And truthfully, if you like her, that says a lot - she must be pretty great. I look forward to meeting her on Saturday. And I will be nice. I promise.”

“Thank you,” Jessie said, giving Janine a grateful look. “See you tomorrow.”

“Later.”

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Saturday’s game rolled around and Jessie was in the locker room getting ready when her phone buzzed. Normally, she didn’t check her phone or keep it nearby when she was preparing for a game, but, you know, what if you had a question or a problem with the tickets? She clearly had to be available.

When she checked her phone and saw your name, she smiled. For the first week or so anytime you appeared on her phone Jessie felt a spark of surprise, but that had now diminished. Not in a bad way, but you two had been texting quite regularly and it wasn’t a shock anymore to hear from you.

Ready to watch a ball be kicked around and chased for 90 minutes!

She actually laughed when she read the message, but it was cut short when she saw the selfie you sent with it. On one hand, you looked beautiful and she smirked at how you’d bought a Thorns scarf and hat. On the other hand, old feelings came up when she saw you and your…friend. Whoever that may be. It was a silly notion, but it felt too familiar.

Jessie sighed.

What - no Fleming jersey?

Lol. I guess we’ll see how today goes as to whether or not I can be swayed. I mean, that’s a commitment.

Jessie's attention was drawn away when Coach announced it was time for warm-ups.

"Off your phone," Janine said dramatically with a bobble of her head. "You're so focused you missed the update to the starting lineup."

"What?" Jessie asked, eyebrows furrowed and attention now fully on her friend.

"Yeah," Janine said pointedly as she crossed her arms. "You really didn’t hear? You're not starting anymore. You're on the bench; Coach is thinking of pretty much resting you for the game."

"What?" Jessie asked again with greater intensity, sitting forward. She watched as Janine's stern expression melted into laughter. Jessie's concern and confusion immediately shifted to irritation and she stared daggers at the blonde.

"Oh my God. I can't believe you fell for that," Janine teased. "Don't worry," she went on, rolling her eyes, "nothing's changed. But now I know how much you want to show off for Y/N."

"You're ridiculous," Jessie scolded as she stood. "I'd be upset any day about getting suddenly benched. What are you talking about." Janine still snickered.

"You gotta point her out to me when we get on the pitch."

"No," Jessie said firmly as she typed out one last text.

"Time for warm-ups. It usually takes us a long time to get out of here after games, but if you're around later on maybe we can grab a drink together."

Jessie fought off the impending blush and tucked her phone into her bag before jogging after the rest of the girls.

Out on the pitch she put in quite a valiant effort to not look in your general direction. It was all rather pointless, really, it's not like you were close enough to the pitch for her to see you clearly or vice versa, but still. She also readily ignored the way Janine tracked her stare for any indication of where you were sitting.

By the time the anthem rolled around, Jessie's resolution waned. She stood there with her shoulders back, hands clasped behind her as the music echoed through the stadium. Despite her intentions, her gaze wandered over to the section you were in. Her gaze lingered long enough for her to pick out the spot you were in. Again, you weren't super clearly defined that far out, but it was you.

She bit the inside of her cheek and fought off a blush. She refused. This was a new time, a new Jessie, and she'd be damned if she'd shrink and blush just because you were here. She'd played in front of sold out stadiums on the world stage - why should she care if you were watching? Still, her mind raced back to when you first came to one of her games.

She'd played with the Bruins for over a year by the time you became friends. Jessie had really been downplaying the whole soccer thing for the initial part of your friendship - she didn't want it to define her and in a way it felt like bragging. She actually liked that you didn't know her for soccer and when someone else in class once made a big deal about her, you looked momentarily perplexed, but unfazed and you both immediately went back to talking about nanomaterials.

In fact, Jessie never actually invited you to one of her games. The concept just seemed so…egotistical. That said, she remembered when the starting whistle was about to blow at one of the games and she made the mistake of scanning the crowd. Just the memory of the shock and nerves that washed over her upon seeing you in the stands nearly caused her body to recreate the same reaction in this moment. She took a deep breath.

Jessie was so stunned to see you at the game that the whistle blew and the game started while she remained rooted to her spot for several seconds, belatedly stumbling like an idiot after the ball long after it shot past her. She was off the entire game - shots going wide, poor challenges, and somehow ending up flat on the pitch more times than she could recall in recent years. It was a game from hell for her.

After the game, she was so embarrassed she scurried off the field, showered, got changed and rushed back to her dorm. Only later did she learn you'd looked for her after the game. Next time she saw you in class, she sunk in her chair, anxiously tapping her pencil on her notebook and determinedly stared forward. You greeted her like normal, but Jessie was fidgety and gave monosyllabic answers. You eventually congratulated her on the game. Despite Jessie's less than stellar performance, the team still won. Jessie guffawed and felt heat ascending on her face. She shuffled in her seat and claimed she didn't know you'd attended the game. Despite her aloofness, you were still very complimentary.

Thankfully, in future games Jessie was more like herself. But she'd be lying if she said she wasn't nervous every time you showed up. She just never wanted to make a fool of herself in front of you.

This time, however, as the first whistle blew, Jessie charged forward, immediately winning possession and sending a long through ball past an unsuspecting defensive line for Sophia to chase down. A strong start for Jessie, followed by well-timed tackles, solid passes, deft footwork and by the end of the game - an assist. She was subbed out in the final 15 minutes, but she felt great about her performance.

After the final whistle and a 2-0 result, the team walked the pitch greeting and thanking the fans. Jessie walked along with her teammates, clapping along with the fans and waving periodically when Janine ran up next to her, nudging her with her shoulder as she did so.

"Okay, so where is she? Oh, and congrats. You put on a bit of a clinic today, so I'm sure she'll be very impressed."

Jessie rolled her eyes and sighed in exasperation.

"You're not going to be able to see her anyway. And who knows, maybe she left already."

"Another point against her," Janine joked, ignoring the look Jessie shot her.

Jessie was about to prep a rebuttal when her eyes fell upon you. You were hanging back behind the fans who had clamoured down to the barriers and were reaching over with gear to sign. While her pulse quickened at the sight of you, an uncomfortable pit formed in her stomach when she saw you leaning in and whispering to the girl you were with. Jessie quickly shook out her head in a vain attempt to rid herself of this nagging - and totally unwarranted - jealousy.

"Wait - which one is she," Janine asked, urgency in her voice as she started pushing into Jessie to try and gauge where she was looking.

"Oh for goodness sake," Jessie muttered, though grateful for the distraction. She sighed, but described you to Janine and gestured vaguely. As she did so, you looked her way and you caught one another's eye. Jessie swallowed her discomfort and gave you a wave with a half smile, which you returned with a bright smile and an enthusiastic wave.

"Oh," Janine said flatly. "So that's why you like her."

"What?" Jessie asked, her voice suddenly high in question.

"Well, I don't play for the same team as you, but, she's a looker. I'll give you that." She gave a brief eye roll a moment later as she relented further. "And I guess she's gotta be smart, too."

"I don't like her, Janine," Jessie said through nearly gritted teeth. "Not that like anymore. She's just an old friend."

"Well, I'd like to talk with this 'old friend' of yours," Janine said, and before Jessie could react to the glint she caught in Janine's eye, the blonde was up on her tip toes and waving you down, insisting for you to come down to the pitch. You hesitated, but, standard Janine, she was very persistent. You looked to Jessie for direction and though Jessie wanted to just get swallowed up by the ground over this whole display, she channeled her energy and instead gave you an easy nod and waved you down as well.

It took every ounce of effort for Jessie to retain her composure as you descended the steps and found an opening in the crowd.

"So what's the verdict?" Jessie asked as you came up to one another at the barrier. Her eyes flicked momentarily back to your friend who stood behind you. "More or less entertaining than a Bruins game?"

You chuckled, a wide smile forming on your face and Jessie unknowingly smiled back.

"Well I don’t want to say anything negative about your Bruins days. I had fun - I know you don't believe me, but I did. That said, a game in front of like 25,000 fans is pretty spectacular. The energy in here was crazy." You gave a facetious roll of your eyes and tacked on with a smirk, "And I guess you played alright, too."

Jessie was about to riff off of your comment when Janine stepped forward and extended her hand.

"Hey, you must be Y/N. My name is Janine - nice to meet you," she said with a polite smile. You readily shook her hand.

"It's so nice to finally meet you. Jessie's always talked so highly of you."

"Ah," Janine said as she gave Jessie a lingering look before smiling back. "Jessie's always talked very highly of you, too."

You blushed slightly as you pulled a slight face, shifting your gaze to Jessie.

"That is much too generous of her," you said. "I would've expected her to talk more about how annoying I could be during study sessions."

"Nobody could be more annoying than Janine when I was trying to study," Jessie swiftly cut in. She ignored the affronted look the blonde shot her. Jessie looked back at you and quickly added, "Not that I thought you were annoying. You were one of the only people in my life that took studying seriously." Jessie took a breath and offered your companion a tight smile.

"You must be…"

"Oh!" You said as you turned on the spot. "Oh, I'm so sorry. This is my friend [y/friend's name]. She's actually been asking me to come to a Thorns game for a while, so - it finally worked out."

"Oh really?" Jessie asked, feeling annoyingly uneasy before remembering her manners. "Oh, and I'm Jessie. Nice to meet you."

"Very polite of you to introduce yourself even though you're famous," [y/friend] said with a laugh. "It's nice to meet you, too. I'm a fan of both of you and am stoked that you're playing for Portland these days. Imagine my surprise when y/n just casually drops that she got a personal invite from Jessie Fleming herself. I didn't believe her until she showed me a picture of you two from university."

Now Jessie did blush, brushing her hair back with her hand. Oh. A friend. And legitimately seemed like just a friend. She inwardly scolded herself for getting so worked up.

"Well, it sounds like we should all grab a drink or something together. Are you free tonight? I'd love to get to know you both better," Janine said with her most charming smile. You and Jessie shared a look.

"Uh, I mean, you mentioned a drink," you said as you gestured to Jessie. "So - I'm up for it if you are."

She'd really been hoping more for a drink one on one, but she supposed she'd have to adapt. She gave a casual shrug.

"Yeah, sounds good."

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"Another round?"

Conversation halted as the four of you looked to the server. You were the first to reply.

"Sure, I'll have another. Can I grab the pilsner this time?"

"I'll have another, too." Y/friend jumped in. "Same as before."

"Sure thing. Anyone else?"

Janine waved her off, but Jessie's eyes darted around the table as she debated what to do. A second round wasn't usually her go-to, and frankly, could be slightly dangerous territory when it came to her inhibitions. If you were anything like you were back in university, a second round wouldn't affect you much at all. Still, much like years before, Jessie felt the need to keep up.

"Sure, I'll have another."

"You got it. Be right back."

"So, Y/N, I think we must compare notes. Tell me what Jessie was like in university. I mean, I have my stories from camp and competition days, but I don't know UCLA Jessie," Janine said, leaning in conspiratorially.

"Oh come on, you two," Jessie complained pre-emptively with a roll of her head.

"Hey, why are you calling me out?" You asked, tone rising. "I didn't even agree." You dropped the offended act and leaned in mimicking Janine. "But of course we have to compare notes."

Janine clapped her hands in victory and sat back expectantly.

"You know what," you started as you reached into your pocket to retrieve your phone and started going through it, "after we ran into each other. I went through some old photos and look what I found."

"Oh sweet God," Jessie muttered as she sunk low in her seat and brought a hand up to cover her face.

You turned your phone around and held it out for Jessie first, though Janine immediately leaned right in. The second she saw the photo, Jessie's face began to burn with embarrassment.

"Delete." She shook her head, averting her eyes from the photo. "Get rid of it."

"Come on!" You protested as you drew the phone back. You looked down at the photo of Jessie kneeling in her UCLA blues with an upside down visor on her head looking comically serious.

"Gangster." Janine said with a laugh.

"Well, I thought you looked cute," you said primly. You were flipping to another photo and missed the look Jessie and Janine shared. "'Kay, how about this?" You held out your phone again, this time showing Jessie sporting a water gun at a campus party.

"Again. Delete!" Jessie said, hiding her face further, but now had to laugh.

"You were so sweet," you said. "You were taking that water fight very seriously, but you mercifully didn't shoot me. Which - thank you - cause I was getting rocked already." You gave her a smirk. "In fact, I think you even stopped a shot or two for me."

Jessie arched an eyebrow and gave a light shrug. "Maybe."

A moment later you started laughing, pulling a confused look out of the rest of the table. You waved apologetically. "Sorry - I just remembered. You blasted [y/ex] in the face so bad she was choking for like 5 minutes after. I guess that's not funny, but it kind of was."

Jessie blushed. "Oh yeah. I forgot about that. It just kind of happened - I felt bad after." She certainly didn't forget. And it certainly wasn't an accident. Though she did feel slightly bad.

"Oh, and I showed you this," you said to y/friend before turning the phone to Jessie and Janine again. "This is my favourite picture of us. Do you remember that day?"

Jessie took in the photo of the two of you sitting on the wall at the beach with your backs to the ocean at sunset. You were flush against one another, an arm around each other and your head was leaned against hers.

Jessie remembered this picture well. She'd looked at it many, too many, times. It had been one of her favourites too. Looking at it brought a wave of melancholy over her though. While she loved it, it brought her right back to when she'd stare at photos of you in the dark of her dorm or hotel room and think about the relationship she wished she had with you.

"Yeah, I remember. That was a good night," she said simply with a small smile.

"We were the last ones left around the bonfire that night," you recollected. "And you walked me back to my dorm - gosh, it had to be what, like 3 am by then."

"Yeah, I remember your girlfriend getting pissed with you about it, too," Jessie said without thinking.

Your smile faded slightly, though you held Jessie's gaze. You eventually gave a nod.

"Yeah, I remember that too." You scoffed lightly as you took a sip of your drink. "I can say this now - enough time has passed - my girlfriends always had an issue with you. Which should've been my immediate red flag for each of them. Because anyone who doesn't like you is problematic."

Janine leaned in without skipping a beat. "Okay, you can't just leave it at that. Tell me more. And yes - you're right - major red flags."

This time you were the one to blush. You fiddled with the glass a bit before shrugging, your eyes drifting to the TV in the corner of the establishment.

"I-I don't know," you stammered. "They were just insecure, I guess."

This made Jessie's ears perk up and she frowned deeply at you. Your face burned hotter as you felt the table's eyes on you.

"What?" You dismissed with a shrug and a light wave of your hand. "Is that so shocking? I mean, you and I were close. And we hung out a lot. And hello - co-captain," you shot her a momentarily teasing look, "of the soccer team, Dean's list, Olympic athlete, very charming, etc., the list goes on. Of course they were threatened."

Jessie finished a large swig of her drink, setting down the pint glass more heavily than intended on the table. Her face screwed up as she said, "That's the silliest thing I've ever heard."

Why would they have ever been jealous of her. They were the lucky ones. It was their bed you might climb into at night, their lips you would kiss and their hands you would hold.

"Jessie!" You laughed, leaning into the table again. "You are too humble for your own good. I told you. You had a lot of appeal."

"Well, not enough," Jessie muttered as she took another sip and raised her eyebrows, her gaze travelling over to Janine who was watching her tentatively. The blonde cleared her throat.

"So what I'm hearing is that UCLA Jessie wasn't all that different than national camp Jessie - just with marginally more debauchery," she interjected, diffusing any mounting tension.

It took you a moment, but you offered her a smile of agreement.

"Seems that way." A beat passed and you offered Jessie another smile. "Do you have any pictures from back then? You always had your camera out."

Your question broke Jessie out of her spiral. She wracked her brain momentarily for a response.

"Uh, no. I lost a lot of my old photos."

In reality, she deleted and threw out all of her pictures of you. All except one. It was that night at the beach, there was a moment of comfortable silence between you two and the last rays of sunlight were dipping below the horizon. You were looking out onto the sea, looking so peaceful and just so beautiful. That was her favourite photo of you.

Even when, one night in London, when she got home from a team outing and you had been on her mind all evening despite the fact that you hadn't texted her back in days; when she finally decided to put an end to this pointless and hopeless pining, she couldn't bring herself to delete that one photo.

Jessie ignored the flash of hurt that crossed your face.

"That's too bad," you said with a half smile. Jessie returned it and the mood at the table took a palpable dip. A few moments of quiet passed.

"Well, you two are in the same city again. You can take new ones together," y/friend offered brightly. You gave a light chuckle.

"I guess that depends on if you're too famous for me." You gave Jessie a smirk. Jessie was still in her head, until Janine nudged her under the table. She took a sip of her drink .

"Well, my schedule's pretty packed," Jessie said with a smirk of her own. The alcohol made it feel like she was on auto-pilot. She sat back and gave you a wink. "But I can make time for you."

You seemed caught off guard and gave a slightly awkward laugh though your cheeks blushed pink. You spoke somewhat wryly, "Well thank you."

Jessie cleared her throat and sat forward in her seat again, speaking earnestly this time. "No, seriously. Of course I'm not too famous to spend time with you. Now that's the silliest thing I've ever heard."

You propped an elbow on the table and rest your chin in your raised palm.

"Well, I look forward to making some new memories together."

Jessie held up her glass to you.

"Deal."

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A/N: Part Three is available here.

#jessie fleming #jessie fleming x reader #jflem #woso x reader #woso #woso imagine #canwnt x reader #portland thorns #janine beckie

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narcjsistx · 15 days ago

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𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃 | kaiser x reader

— part five

plot: kaiser comforted you after a bad and slow breakup, but what will happen now considering what you two shared? is everything still unexpected or is there something you both simply have yet to realize?. fluff shit 'cause yeah!!

words: 3.2k (3232)

extra: it will probably become a multi part story, tell me if you're interested in a part six!

𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ; take a look, trust me!. you can find the other parts of the story by searching in the section dedicated to bllk

It was a precise week that Micheal wasn't at home. A week in which you had spent all your time reading all the letters, which you had discovered with surprise to be more than 150: they were often letters to Ness, but also some without addressees where he simply talked about himself. They were intimate letters, full of words that, spoken by someone else, would not have made sense, but by him they did. Letters in which you had asked yourself several times why you had been so blind to his feelings

You had reached a point where you had learned some sentences by heart, many times you had reread them. Phrases that you repeated during the day in the most common moments, such as while washing the dishes or while cutting vegetables. So much so that they had remained imprinted in your mind, you had reached the point of analyzing them

"...The breaking point of our situation is when I realized that you seriously cared about me. Where looks and money played almost no role; where in a room full of copies of myself, I knew you would still be able to find myself. When I realized that there was finally someone who cared about me, I realized that I was screwed, that my whole idea of myself was screwed because of a perfect girl..." you repeated softly as you put the clothes in the washing machine. That particular piece stuck in your mind because of its crudeness

Since Kaiser left, he hadn't lost a single game. At the same time, you followed his matches, all of which ended with the victory of Bastard Munchen. Kaiser was skilled at soccer and you knew it, but watching his games more closely had become another of your favorite things: you reflected his attention on the field as the same with which he spoke about you in his letters

There wasn't a night that went by when he didn't call you, when he said he was only calling to find out if his house was still standing. But now, after reading the letters, everything had taken a different turn: Michael, without making it obvious, was asking for you. He was interested in you and exclusively in you, disguising the excuse of the house to know if you were okay or if something had happened. Everything had taken a different turn, and now knowing the situation you knew how to read the double lines that you hadn't understood all these years

You wondered what all this would be like now that you couldn't even use the excuse of not seeing him every day, since you were now living with him. Everything was a mess and honestly you were more afraid of this than a possible return of Gabriel, who unlike Micheal had not made himself heard since you were no longer in Italy. But now, with this extra weight on your shoulders, you wondered what it would be like once he returned to Berlin. His train would take him home in two days, as the team was scheduled to stay at the spa for an entire day to celebrate their victories

Or at least that's what you thought

With a few letters scattered on the couch and one on the floor, you heard the lock of the house being unlocked by keys. It was evening, soon it would be midnight and you obviously didn't know how to sleep peacefully considering the situation you found yourself in, so to pass the time you were rereading yet another letter

It only took a second to put you in absolute panic. Quickly you had taken everything back and put it back in the box, running to your room. With the box safely in the drawer you were practically running back to the couch, sitting down and flipping through a book as if nothing had happened and you hadn't practically violated the privacy of your... could you still call him your best friend? You had to understand this too

From the entrance, you hear the door open. You lazily place the book on the couch when you see Kaiser poke his head into the living room, examining you in surprise "Still awake?" the boy asks, placing his suitcases on the ground. You nod, giving him a small smile "I wasn't sleepy. Welcome back" you say "Thanks. I missed home" says the boy passing behind the sofa you were sitting on. You pretend to focus back on your book, but you feel his hand shake your hair affectionately before he leaves

It's when everything goes back to silence that the situation hits you back in your face with violence. The gesture had sent small shivers down your spine, which were slowly leaving you. Now, the only audible sound was that of the shower a few rooms away, where Kaiser was probably cleaning himself up after his trip

But why was he early? Shouldn't he have spent tomorrow with his teammates at the spa?

If the last game had been this afternoon he must have taken the first available train or plane. Why all the rush to get home, though? Were you afraid of finding it a disaster since you now lived there too? Or was it simply you that he really missed?. In the calls you had intended him to ask about you in a non direct way, but coming back so early was really strange. What had been going on in Kaiser's head since you returned to Berlin?

You knew Kaiser to the point of knowing that he hated changing things he had already chosen: if he had to leave with his teammates in the evening, why did he leave the next morning? If he was supposed to be home in a few more hours, why was he in the shower now?

The answer, you said to yourself, was you

Kaiser anticipated or delayed for you, to finally have the certainty that you were no longer in Italy with that man he hated so much but safe in his home. He would come back earlier and leave later to make up for the time with him that your relationship had taken away from you

The answer was you. There was nothing clearer than that, not even the hatred you felt for Gabriel

You hadn't realized how much time you'd spent thinking, because shortly afterwards Kaiser had returned to the living room. Dressed in simple gray trousers and his usual loose white shirt that he always wore when he was at home. The clock showed more than past midnight, and after who knows how many hours of travel Micheal was certainly tired. But he hid it well, or at least that's how you noticed it now that he was closer: sitting next to you on the sofa he didn't seem tired, as if he hadn't literally won a game this afternoon and spent who knows how many hours on the road

"Aren't you tired?" you ask, turning towards him, breaking the contact your knees had together. He looks at you, shaking his head "No. I've faced much more tiring training, honestly. Then on the plane I don't feel much discomfort, probably if I had taken the train I would have had this problem" he says taking the small glasses he often wore inside the house from the table "Did you take the plane? Didn't it cost you more?" you ask tilting your head "I haven't had money problems since we've known each other. And then I wanted to go home earlier, too many days out are often strange" he says letting out a laugh

He confirmed it to you. He wanted to be home early for whatever reason you already knew

"But weren't you supposed to spend tomorrow in the spa with the others? At least you told me that on call" you say trying not to sound too obvious. You want to put him in a situation where he almost confirms it to you himself, even though you know it would be strange because you shouldn't know about the letters. He looks at you, perhaps a little surprised by your insistence "Yes, but I can spend tomorrow at the spa here too, in Berlin. It doesn't change much..." he says, and you bite the inside of your cheek so as not to yell "Wasn't this supposed to be a way to celebrate all the victories?" you ask “Y/n, do you have a problem with me coming back early?”

And from the annoyed tone in which he says it, you understand that maybe this isn't the time to push him into saying something like that. You shouldn't even have read those letters, you literally invaded his privacy, and now you also expect him to speak on a topic that you know full well he doesn't want to make public? Hell, maybe you should seriously shut up. You should just be happy that he really came back for you first, yet with the whole situation you can't appreciate it 100%. You sigh, shaking your head as you look up. You move a little closer to him, carefully resting your head on his shoulder. Your heart starts beating faster than it should, but you feel good and being so close to him is somehow relaxing for a nervous person like you

“Sorry. I was just curious” you say sighing, and you hear him sigh too as his tense muscles relax again. His arm moves to your shoulders, which with an imperceptible gesture pull you closer to him. His hand dangles across your chest, coming to the border that traces the start of your breast. The gesture is delicate, as if he were doing it out of fear of annoying you. But it doesn't bother you, the thing that worries you in a certain sense is actually the fact that you like it. And you shouldn't

“Don't worry” he says, and in a way you're reassured that he's not angry with you. You stay like this for a while, and neither of you seems to want to break the light contact that has been uniting you for half an hour now. You wonder if Kaiser, in his thoughts, is also thinking the same thing you are imagining: perhaps in the other universe that you both often mention, there is another Y/n and another Michael who are like this without being afraid to go beyond this species of hug. One where they kiss, caress each other, one where they simply love each other without the situation you're both in the middle of now

That's what scares you. Love again

Loving someone who you have always considered your best friend and who has always been in love with you. As nice as it is to think about it, Kaiser lied to you and continues to lie to you now

And suddenly, you notice something that shouldn't be there: a letter, hidden between a magazine and a tray, is beautifully displayed on the coffee table in front of you. Your breath catches in your throat and you immediately realize which letter it is. It's the most recent one he has, written less than a year ago. It's the one where you remember the most pieces by heart, as you've read it many times. You had kept it out of the box all week because it was usually the one you read last before going to sleep

You must immediately remove it from there before he notices it, or else you can really say goodbye to everything. But how can you do it if you're still in his arms? And then above all, in front of him? How the fuck are you supposed to do it?

Kaiser has now rested his head on yours, and by the way his chest rises and falls you could tell he's probably asleep. You try to reach the letter with your foot, but cause of the tray it is impossible. You sigh in resignation, but still try to get there another time. You're almost there, but Kaiser's sudden movement makes you jump in fear

You look up, and see him rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand. You try to ignore the thought that tells you he's extremely cute doing it. His arm returns to its previous position, and the breaking of contact somehow bothers you

"I think I'll go to sleep" he says running a hand through his hair, and you nod breathing a sigh of relief: if he leaves now you can take the letter, put it back and pretend that nothing of the sort has happened. Kaiser gets up from the couch, goes towards his bedroom, but remains still before leaving the living room. He watches you, his gaze still tired and a little dazed from sleep

It's as if he's waiting for something from you, but you can't understand "Everything okay?" you ask turning towards him, and you see him a little perplexed "Aren't you coming to sleep?" he asks "I'm on my way. I want to clean up this mess" you say, and from the way you said it it sounds like you should sleep in the same bed "There's no need. I can do it tomorrow morning" he says, and you refrain from shouting 'no!' against Micheal "No need, I did it and I want you to rest tomorrow morning. Sleep peacefully, I'm coming" you say smiling at him, but Kaiser doesn't seem to like the answer, as he comes back next to you again. With a sharp gesture he grabs your hand, pulling it slightly towards the bedrooms

This short gesture reminds you of when you left the hotel, hand by hand. At that moment, his hand was the only thing still holding you up as you collapsed into your own shit

"I want you to rest too. Clean up tomorrow morning if you care so much, I'll probably sleep until lunch anyway" he says, still pulling your hand slightly. His fingers gently caress yours, and you're really trying your best not to look embarrassed. With a sigh you give in, and with your head tired from sleep, you nod at his words "Okay. Let's go" you say, but Micheal doesn't let go of your hand. He accompanies you to your door, where in the silence and darkness of the corridor you are left speechless. Looking down, look at your hands, which seem so well placed together. Maybe in another universe you often hold hands, otherwise there's no explanation for all this sweet familiarity

You're the one to pull away again, even if reluctantly "Goodnight, Mihya" you say, taking a few steps back, while your hand stops on the door handle. Kaiser nods, making his way to his room, a little further away "Goodnight, Y/n" he says, before entering his room. You enter your room and are about to go out to get the letter, but in the corridor you hear Kaiser's footsteps, probably heading towards the bathroom. With him on the move it's even harder to get to the living room, and you know it will probably take him a while before he finally goes to his room

You give in, sighing as you approach the bed, ending up under the covers. Tomorrow morning you will wake up earlier, take the letter and put it back. And it will all seem as if you haven't read Michael's innermost thoughts. And maybe, in a few days when the situation is fading away, you will feel less guilty about reading things that didn't concern you. The weight in your heart is more present than a boulder, because you hate that you had to find this out this way. You hate it more to admit that you probably love him, and that the roller coaster of emotions that he is giving you, Gabriel has never given you even a small part of it

Loving Kaiser would be the easiest and hardest situation at the moment. For his reputation, being with you would be a fiasco, since you are still in a worldwide scandal. And the last thing you want to do is ruin him or put him through even a fraction of what you're going through. You cared too much about him that you would be so egoista and put him in such a situation, not caring about the sure consequences. Furthermore, there were still many buts to answer, but which had been created by pure and simple sex which however had distorted the situation even more. You hadn't thought for a second that it had been casual sex, and now with the confirmation that Kaiser had feelings for you, you doubted it had been casual for him too

The situation was shit and you weren't going to make it worse, at least not for now. And then, with this sleep, it was not the time to think about such complex things

Waking up after a good amount of sleep, you decide it's time to do what you had to do last night. It's barely nine in the morning, or so the clock on the wall says, when you remove the piece of paper from the coffee table and put it back in the box. With a sigh of relief you close the drawer, and the weight you had inside since last night seems to collapse. You know that Kaiser is still sleeping, and you also know that you need new clothes since the ones from Milano have yet to arrive at your new home. The ones you had in your suitcase are slowly running out, and then maybe going out won't hurt so much

This is how you spend the rest of the morning on the streets of Berlin, filling bags with new clothes but emptying your wallet. When you used to live here, years ago, it often happened that you went out with Kaiser and came back late at night full of bags of clothes that in reality you almost never wore. It was a way to pass the time when he had days off from training. You notice the time “12:04” on your phone when you get home. All is still and quiet, and you suspect that Kaiser is still sleeping. You carry the bags towards the kitchen, humming a song you often heard in Italy

You are surprised to see Kaiser already awake, sitting at the table with a cup full of black coffee next to him. You look at him curiously, but the way he looks up and looks at you makes your blood run cold: on the features of his face you notice a nervousness that he is holding back with difficulty, and you wonder immensely why he is so nervous already in the early morning. Did he dream something bad? Is he hungry?

You look down at the table by chance: a perfectly open sheet of paper with his writing is on the dark wood. Your eyes widen, immediately recognizing what it is: it's the letter you picked up from the coffee table this morning, the most recent one

“We need to talk” he says looking at you, and you can swear your legs feel weak just from looking at him. It is the first phase of the schism that you thought you could still put off

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hotchfiles · 10 months ago

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❝ ['CUZ YOU'RE A NATURAL] ❞ — a in this house of mine prequel ; MDNI!

pairing: aaron hotchner x rossi!reader. summary: not having a crush on your dad's friend and co-worker should be rule number one. but what are rules when said friend is aaron hotchner? content warnings: this is suggestive at best. foul language? still let's go with MDNI! age-gap flirting. word count: 1k. a/n: might do a pt.2, i just needed to get this out of my brain.

He’s just pretending not to notice it at this point, which isn’t easy coming from a person who notices everything. Coming from the man who helped build the unit that literally analyzes people for a living.

Granted he wasn’t the most present of fathers and he wasn’t even sure if your mother was his second or third ex-wife anymore, but he knew human behavior, and human behavior clearly showed there was no reason for you to be there, “Kid, I’m sure you hate sports of any kind.” David comments, observing as you make sure Jack’s shoes are tight and won’t get in his way.

“Well dear father, actually, I was a cheerleader for my last three high school years. And the first two college ones.” He knows that, and you know he knows it, but your best way out of the mess you were purposefully getting into right now was to appeal to the guilt you knew he still had from not being around much. “Base of the pyramid, very important, sporty, love sports.” You noticed you were going on for too long and shut your yapper.

Lucky for you Aaron didn’t seem to mind the two of you discussing, busy watching his baby boy with the most sweetest look on his face, he looks ethereal, his smile the most enchanting you’ve ever seen.

You can feel your father’s glance going from you to Aaron slowly, he’s observing, analyzing but trying hard to ignore the signs. The signs that you weren’t there for some dad and daughter bonding.

Unless the dad in question was Hotchner.

The sole reason you had put yourself in short rounded skirt, sports short underneath, gym sneakers and shirt, and an old baseball cap to make it look like it wasn't so out of the norm for you to be at an event like that. It was. Your dad was right, you didn't like sports, you liked cheer squad and the parties and the players, not the game. But you had your eyes set on the coach today which is why you were there instead of working on your masters' assignments.

You couldn't even pretend to know what was going on, if it was football you had some experience from watching and hearing past flings talk about it, but soccer? You could only cheer for Jack and bicker with the soccer moms around as they talked about how much better their children were.

"Hey, lady if your son gets that close to Jack again I'm gonna jump him." You point your finger at one of them, decorum almost goes to hell as she begins walking in your direction, Rossi stepping in the way to apologize for your behavior.

Oh. You can't just threaten to hurt kids. That's not okay. "Sorry, just used to fighting with guys' girlfriends to defend my team. Cheer squad reflex memory." You say lowly directly to Aaron, not even bothering to apologize to your father. Your cheeks tomato red, a combination from the embarrassment and the sun that was making everyone sweat.

"It's fine, she has to teach her son fair play anyway, he's not gonna go far like that." His expression doesn't show even one single sign of being mad at you, you notice it, Rossi notices it. Aaron's actually smiling, completely amused by the situation.

It was nice to have someone sticking up for his boy like that.

And to have someone look at him with those eyes. Not the aw you're such a good dad eyes most mothers gave him when he's around for matches. Nope. The please fuck me eyes you always shot at him even if your father was around. For the sake of his loyalty to Rossi he pretended not to see it, as he knew Rossi did too. He hoped David didn't notice the eyes he himself gave you though, or that if he did, he was kind enough to ignore it, Aaron would never act on it. Never. He was twice your age if not more even if he weren't friends with David.

Still, he enjoyed the touches, the stolen glances, the way you wore your short dresses and skirts around him, the way you showed you cared above the desire for the unobtainable. How you sent him cute videos with show Jack as a caption, how you remembered to bring a towel not for yourself, but to pat his face dry, delicate as ever.

"People will think you were the one playing sweating like this." You go through his face and his neck with it, handing him a water bottle after. You brought those yourself too, you wanted to be useful.

Before he can hold it back, a smirk deliciously mischievous takes grip of his lips, "What can I say dear, I tend to sweat a bit when I'm doing any type of exercise." You're not sure if you wished you hadn't caught the innuendo of his reply, as you were now fighting hard not to squirm in front of him. Oh you wanted nothing more than to be the one making him sweat.

"Good thing your bedroom has an A.C then." You say almost mindlessly, panicking just a tad when you grasped the idea that maybe remembering that so easily wasn't the most normal thing to do. Did you just sound obsessive? Stalkerish? You think not when he chuckles, nodding in agreement.

You both just look at each other for a minute, breathing patterns completely irregular, being interrupted only by your father loudly coughing from some steps away from you both, tired of having to deal with the obvious tension between his daughter and his co-worker, his friend! Rossi doesn't say anything else though. And neither does Aaron or you, deciding to just go back to paying attention to the match.

But Hotch had just got you an in. If he hadn't flirted back you might just keep it as a crush, but now?

Now you needed him.

#lari writes sometimes #i have no control over my brain and my typing atp it just happens and jo just keeps enabling me #aaron x reader #aaron x you #aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotch x you #aaron hotch imagine #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner imagine #criminal minds x reader #hotch x reader #hotch x you #hotch imagine #hotch scenario

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somuchforsnakes · 15 days ago

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Bionicle's Bohrok were one of the first antagonists in the theme, yet it's incredible how their designs nailed their characterization and story role while being unique. Let's analyze them all, for they must be analyzed.

In my review of Friends' Leo, I stressed the importance of communicating character and story role efficiently and effectively in a toy, since you can't guarantee that everyone will read the supplementary material before or after buying it. This is also true for the Bohrok, but their story isn't about baking and soccer games.

The Bohrok are a hive of powerful, fearless and mysterious machines built long ago, kept in a deep slumber underground. When awoken, they swarm the surface and destroy everything, per their directive to "clean it all" (The Bohrok aren't truly evil, it's just that our heroes count as "all" right now). There's no use appealing to emotions or morals, since the Bohrok have neither. While the story's main protagonists can disarm a few Bohrok at a time, their weapons can't stop the whole swarm.

Aside from a few technicalities, this is a typical "alien invasion" story, so the Bohrok need designs befitting an invading force. They need to instill fear and look unfamiliar, but they should also have an interesting thematic throughline. On top of that, the Bohrok need to look distinct from other monsters in fiction and unmistakably belong to Bionicle. How did the designers solve these dilemmas?

Like many sci-fi and horror creatures, the Bohrok's designs draw from a classic well of inspiration: the arthropods. Basing a design on something so different from humans is a convenient way to instill unfamiliarity and fear (it's partly why more people fear spiders than deer, who have a much higher body count). The Bohrok don't draw from a single creepy crawly, though: they have sturdy, compact bodies reminiscent of beetles, the cast structure of termites (two monarchs, a wealth of soldiers, and diminutive helpers), powers that evoke the roles of eusocial insects in an exaggerated way, a hive similar to a bee's, the ability to curl into a ball like a woodlouse, big eyes and sharp mandibles.

The Bohrok also deviate from their inspirations as much as they borrow: they're bipedal, they have two body segments, and they lack many of the trademark body parts of an arthropod, such as wings, antennae and stingers. Altogether, the Bohrok's designs are hard to pin down - they're not quite animals, but not humanlike either - and that ups their fear factor (their sharp shape language also helps). Their inscrutable faces sell their lack of individual thought and makes it even harder to relate to them.

This may not have been intentional, but one of my favorite details about this character design is how it plays with our tendency to look for eyes first. Since the standard Bohrok silhouette is bipedal, I was conditioned to find the Bohrok's eyes near the top of its head, but this failed me since I just saw their clear head-plates. Those teardrop-shaped parts next to the mandibles are their actual eyes. Even if this misdirect lasted for a few seconds, it left a distinct impression on me.

Nailing the fundamentals is all well and good, but I could have used those earlier paragraphs to describe a lot of monsters. What makes the Bohrok so special? The answers lie in what made Bionicle so special in its early years: the focus on combat and the masks.

You may have noticed that beneath the Bohrok's head-plates lie rubbery, face-like things: those are krana, the brains of the Bohrok and their only piece of organic tissue. This exposed brain serves as both ghastly imagery and a play function: press down on the Bohrok's eyes and the krana jumps out. If it finds its way on a character's head, they become part of the swarm.

Mind control and assimilation are two other classic sci-fi conventions, conveyed beautifully by the krana forcibly replacing the victim's mask, the window into their character. Combined with how they don't quite fit their victims' heads, you know something isn't right when a character is wearing one of these.

Since both the traditional masks and the krana are designed to be knocked off in battle and the Bohrok can attack using their gear functions, the intended story can unfold naturally through play. Children could easily invent stories where a Bohrok emerges and it's too powerful, and uh-oh, one of the heroes has become corrupted! They can pit heroes against heroes, or maybe the villagers find their own way to stop a Bohrok. Sure enough, these possibilities are explored in supplementary material.

It's no easy feat to make a design's inspiration and role clear while also respecting its mystery, but the Bohrok stick the landing. While the tropes they pay homage to are familiar, they put a Bionicle spin on them. They truly earned their status as one of Bionicle's most iconic antagonists.

Author's note: Thanks for reading my second analysis! Going from minidolls to Technic creatures was a weird transition, but I'm glad I chose these bonkle bugs as my first non-minifig, non-minidoll subject. Brushing up on the lore was a ride.

I probably won't analyze another Bionicle character for a while, though, as I want to represent a wide variety of themes on this blog. Still, I appreciate recommendations and feedback.

If you're wondering about the Friends cast in that last picture: originally I planned to showcase the Bohrok's play features through a Nuhvok invading Heartlake City and destroying stuff, but I thought it would be more fitting to use its home series' media to prove my points. Plus, I forgot just how small typical LEGO characters were to the Bohrok. I still wanted to include something featuring them, so here's Autumn and pals dismantling it. Careful with that krana!

#lego #bionicle #lego bionicle #bohrok

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kunasthiast · 6 months ago

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Goals

It all started with your interest and love for soccer. Didn't know you'll find somebody this interesting here, right?

a/n: this can be a stand-alone fic bUTTT actually this is in the same universe of – Looting and Broken Sinks – check out how Sukuna and reader first met hsdhah i've been so inspired with soccer bc of Blue Lock

hope you enjoy this one ;) i'm also so sorry for no uploads the past week, i've been so busy with university – will get back to regular uploads by next week!

Pairing: Sukuna x Reader (female) Genre: fluff, Boyfriend AU, Soccer Player AU, University AU Word Count: 1,628 All characters are of age. Suggestive.

You were the biggest fan of soccer. You knew everything about it – the legendary strikers, the egotist players, and the incredible goals. Yet, you never played it yourself.

It’s not because you’re not cut out for it. Or, not because your body can’t take it. Please, you’re athletic as fuck. It’s just that you preferred to enjoy this particular sport from a distance, analyzing each players’ skills, techniques, and plays.

So here you were, watching your university’s soccer team during their first match against a rival university. Are their rivals just too weak or something?

It was your first time attending one of their games, and you had high hopes. But, yes, this is boring you. They were not making plays that are interesting to watch at all!

“When will they make this game more watchable,” you complained as you leaned on the rail, your eyes scanning the field for anything remotely exciting.

The only one you can see is a white-haired guy who’s like an amazing midfielder, but what good are his plays if there’s no striker thats clearly cut out to make an out-of-this-world goal, right?

Just as you were about to give up hope, a commotion on the side of the field caught your attention. Your university’s team asked for a player trade from the bench. Alas, the crowd on that side erupted in cheers and gasps towards a tall, muscular player with pink hair and distinctive tattoos. #20 Ryomen.

“Who’s that?” You muttered to yourself as you squint your eyes towards #20.

“That’s Sukuna,” a voice beside you said. “He’s the star forward of the team – they call him the ‘King of the Penalty Area’ for a reason. He’s like a beast on the field, too.”

“Hmm, that’s kind of a cringey title to call himself,” you said as you continued watching the ruckus on the side of the field.

“Well, that’s what he was dubbed by most people here. I’m Nobara, do you go to this university, too?” An orange-haired pretty woman said as she extended her hand towards you for a shake.

You stared dumbfoundedly on her stretched out hand and confusingly tilted your head as you told her your name.

“Not a fan of handshakes?” Nobara snickered as she set her eyes back to the field.

“Yeah haha, just shocked you were actually watching a soccer game,” you said as your eyes went back to the field as the game started again. “Most women my age don’t really watch these sports, they love basketball more.”

“Oh, I’m not a soccer fan, alright? I just lost a bet and had to watch my friend play which I’m certain is not happening anytime soon now that Sukuna’s in this game,” she replied as she shook her head and folded her arms.

You chuckled, finding her candor refreshing. “Well, hopefully this Sukuna guy can liven things up a bit.”

The moment Sukuna stepped onto the field, the atmosphere changed. His presence was commanding, and it was clear he was no ordinary player.

Oh, this is getting exciting!

“Wow, he does have a certain… presence,” you admitting, watching Sukuna weaving through the opposing team with ease, his eyes focused and determined. “Maybe this game won’t be so boring after all.”

“Yeah, he’s something else. But, don’t tell him that, his ego will just go over the roof.”

The white-haired midfielder, #27 Gojo, passed the ball to Sukuna with perfect precision. Sukuna took it in stride, sprinting down the field with his incredible speed.

He left two defenders in the dust, aiming and fired a shot at the goal, the ball sailing past the goalkeeper and into the net with a satisfying thud.

GOAL 1-0

The crowd erupted in cheers, and you found yourself clapping along, genuinely impressed.

Is he a prodigy? You’ve never seen a forward make an aggressive goal like that!

Sukuna turned towards the stands, a smig grin on his face as he soaked in the applause from the crowd.

The game continued, and Sukuna’s performance only got better and better. He scored two more goals, each more impressive than the last one. How did he even manage to make a hattrick?

3-0

By the time final whistle blew, your university’s team had won decisively, thanks in large part to Sukuna’s incredible play. As the players left the field, you couldn’t help but feel a newfound sense of excitement.

Maybe watching this university’s soccer team wouldn’t feel so boring at all.

As you scanned the crowd, searching for Sukuna among the sea of faces, you couldn’t shake the feeling of curiosity that gnawed at you. Amidst the jubilant celebrations and the chatter of the spectators, your eyes locked onto a figure making his way towards the exit.

There he was, Sukuna, weaving through the crowd with an effortless grace that mirrored his performance on the field.

His pink hair stood out among the sea of fans, and his confident stride exuded an aura of charisma that drew you in.

Without a second thought, you found yourself moving through the crowd, determined to catch up to him. You navigated through the throng of people, your heart racing with anticipation.

What would you say to him?

Finally, you reached his side, breathless from the exhilarating pursuit. Sukuna glanced in your direction, his gaze meeting yours with a mixture of surprise and intrigue.

“Hey there,” you greeted him with a smile.

Sukuna returned your smile, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Well, well, what do we have here?" he replied, his voice smooth and captivating. "I don't believe we've had the pleasure of meeting before."

You chuckled, suddenly aware of how out of place you felt among the adoring fans. "No, we haven't," you admitted, feeling slightly tongue-tied in his presence. "I just wanted to say, you played an incredible game out there. Truly inspiring!”

Sukuna's smile widened, a playful glint in his eyes. "Why, thank you," he replied, inclining his head in acknowledgment. "But I must admit, I couldn't have done it without the support of fans like you."

You felt a rush of warmth at his words, and you couldn’t help but smile back at him. “Oh, I’m not a fan, just an admirer of the sport itself,” you said with a playful grin. “But, I'll be cheering you on from the sidelines at every game."

Sukuna's laughter filled the air. Why does his laugh even sound so good?

"I look forward to it," he said, his smile dazzling in the glow of the stadium lights. "Who knows? Maybe you'll inspire me to score even more goals next time.”

Just as you were about to respond, another player approached, his white hair stark against the evening sky and a pair of sunglasses (mind you, it’s night time) perched on his nose. He exuded a different kind of charisma – playful yet commanding.

"Sukuna making friends with fans again?" he teased, shooting a mischievous glance between you and Sukuna.

“Gojo Satoru," Sukuna introduced him with a playful smirk. ”Our team’s ace midfielder. Don’t mind him, he’s just as annoying as he looks.”

Gojo laughed, extending a hand towards you. "Nice to meet you. Don’t listen to Sukuna, I’m actually the charm of this team.”

You shook his hand, chuckling at his lighthearted banter. "Nice to meet you too, Gojo. It was fun watching you.”

Gojo grinned, throwing an arm around Sukuna’s shoulders. "Oh, you can count on it. With me around, the matches are never boring.”

You snorted, feeling a sense of camaraderie with the two players. “Yeah, I’ll see you around in the next games, too. I’ll get going now, bye!”

As you walked away, you couldn't shake the feeling of Sukuna's gaze lingering on you, a spark of intrigue glimmering in his eyes. And you weren’t wrong. He was still gazing at your figure as you left the field.

"Now, she's an interesting girl," Gojo remarked with a grin, nudging Sukuna playfully.

Sukuna shook his head, tearing his gaze away with a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Yeah, she is," he admitted, his thoughts lingering on the mysterious girl who had captivated his attention

Meanwhile, Gojo shrugged off the moment, his easygoing demeanor never faltering. "Anyway, why are you late?" he asked Sukuna, his tone teasing.

Sukuna chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. "Got a bit distracted by an online game. Just lost track of time," he confessed with a sheepish grin.

Gojo rolled his eyes but couldn't help but smirk at Sukuna’s antics. "You and your games," he muttered, shaking his head in amusement. "Come on, let's catch up with the others before they start thinking we've abandoned them."

With that, the two teammates made their way through the dispersing crowd, their laughter echoing in the evening air.

But even as they rejoined their team, Sukuna couldn't shake the memory of your encounter, a spark of curiosity igniting within him.

Perhaps this was just the beginning of something unexpected and exciting. And, it is.

As the days turned into weeks, you found yourself drawn deeper into the world of soccer with Sukuna. Your bond with him growing stronger with each passing game. You watched from the bench, cheering him on and complimenting his plays after every match.

And eventually, you found yourself seated by the side of the field, watching the game unfold with bated breath as your favorite player took to the field.

Sukuna, your boyfriend, moved with grace and precision, his every move a testament to his skill and dedication.

And this time, the only times he’ll be late was because of his pre-game workout. With you.

You were no longer just a big fan of soccer; you were the biggest fan of Sukuna and his incredible goals.

#sukuna #jjk #sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #au sukuna #jjk sukuna #jjk x reader #goals #soccer player!au #sukuna ryomen #ryomen sukuna x reader #sukuna fluff #ryomen sukuna #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #jjk gojo #jjk nobara #nobara kugisaki

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tigreblvnc · 1 month ago

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YOUR LIFE IN BLUE LOCK — @nikonautic

BACKGROUND HEADCANONS;

♤ As a kid you had good academics, i’d assume your parents put much care into your activities.

♤ So naturally, selecting a sport/extracurricular was expected as well. Soccer was pushed on to you, but you weren’t against it as you were able to use your creativity in a more physical manner than usual.

♤ Eventually you were scouted by Ego, since he caught on to your desire to make an impact, and wanted to see just how hard you’d work for it.

♤ His answer is a lot.

♤ In bluelock, you met a few people who you connected with. And knew that there’d be more along the line. If there was any place where you could meet people who you felt most comfortable with, it’d be in bluelock.

♤ So you endured and adapted through everything they put you through.

♤ And it paid off!

COLOR AURA;

♤ Yellow.

♤ A nice dandelion yellow

♤ A perfect mix of your socialness, weirdness, and ideals.

♤ You want a color that’ll leave an impact? Can’t think of anything better. The brightness of yellow is often used to balance out other parts, and can often do so on its own, without relying on other colors.

♤ Yellow looks amazing in so many palettes. It can work in many situations, even ones you think it may not look good in. But if you darken or dim it too much, it becomes much harder to appreciate.

♤ Because of that, for yellow to look its best, it must be used in usually similar tints and tones as its surroundings. As long as there aren’t too many mismatches within an environment, yellow can always pop out and support the picture in the best way.

TEAM SELECTION;

♤ Bastard München

♤ With understanding being one of your main strengths, it makes sense that you can quickly gather the details of a situation.

♤ Whether it be emotional or logistical details, both help you understand the whole situation on the field

♤ No one on BM handles failure well, there you’ll be fighting with people with the same underlying fear of losing. Although things may vary between you guys, that will remain the same.

♤ Emotions aren’t something you have to worry about either. BM is the last team to judge you for getting overly intense on field, it seems to be the case with everyone.

♤ The lead players on BM all have incredibly strong goals, and will put almost anything on the line to achieve them, spectacular plays are the expectation.

♤ This I feel you would link into very quickly.

BEST FRIEND;

✦ What a magnificent duo, Niko :)

✦ I'm not only talking about your BFF… but about your overall dynamic, not just with your BFF but with your rival as well.

✦ Not to mention your position on the field.

✦ (Although, I am going to talk about it.)

✦ I think Isagi is perfect for supporting you in your desire to grow and affirm yourself through your successes. It's a strong trait that stands out in your entire description: you seek recognition for who you are through your achievements.

✦ Isagi is very skilled at analyzing and understanding every type of player, as we've seen multiple times in the manga.

✦ And I believe he quickly grasped your intentions, how you play, and why you play that way.

✦ We also know he's someone who performs better in a tandem than alone. I'm convinced that with you, he forms a formidable duo on the field.

✦ He not only helps you achieve your goals but also makes an excellent companion in your growth. It's entirely mutual, as he also learns from your game and personality.

✦ In short, one of the healthiest duos in the lore.

RIVAL;

✦ I didn't choose your rival by chance.

✦ I find that Kaiser is one of those characters who craves recognition more than almost anyone else in the Blue Lock cast.

✦ There's a huge identity quest behind why he plays. He seeks to define himself through his achievements, through his victories. He's someone who wants to be acknowledged for what he can accomplish on the field.

✦ And like you, he has doubted himself a lot. His self-esteem is complex, even damaged by his past. These are things he hides, trying to repair through everything he's building in the present.

✦ Seeing someone else on the field, motivated by similar intentions, could hit him like a lightning bolt.

✦ Understanding someone's intentions because you share them doesn't make that person a friend. This can even spark a rivalry, as a form of ego establishes itself: "It'll be me, and me alone."

✦ At the same time, I also think you’re both capable of recognizing each other's worth. You just don't openly admit it. On the contrary, I even think you tend to hold back from each other in public.

✦ But I know that in private, you both acknowledge that you have a formidable opponent who can teach you, even indirectly, how to surpass yourselves. How to turn weaknesses into strengths.

POSITION ON THE FIELD;

✦ Striker.

✦ The first striker of this matchup series :D Pleased to meet you. 🤝

✦ It's not a position for everyone: it requires boldness, courage, and an initiative that not everyone has.

✦ This position further amplifies the dynamic between you, Isagi, and Kaiser.

✦ You become the eye of the storm during the tense moments of the match.

✦ On one hand, you're supported by Isagi. On the other, you know that the threat of a Kaiser pushed to his limits could cost you the victory.

✦ In this particularly stimulating environment, you can give your best, highlight your qualities, and challenge the greatest opponents.

✦ The emergence of Niko in front of the whole world :)

#suo matchups #yourlifeinbllk #blue lock matchups #bllk matchups #isagi yoichi x reader #bllk isagi #blue lock isagi #isagi x reader #isagi yoichi #michael kaiser x reader #michael kaiser #blue lock kaiser #kaiser x reader #bllk kaiser

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tim-shii · 2 years ago

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DAMN I LOVE YOUR ITOSHI SIBLINGS FIC SO MUCH ❤️ TOO MUCH CUTENESS, especally when baby key call her brothers 'nii-chan' ❤️❤️❤️ Imagine baby kei ask both her 'nii-chan' for some 'siblings quality times' together, and both sae and rin cant say 'no' to baby kei despite their 'relationship' ❤️❤️

a/n: aa tysm for saying that omg i love kei shes the best ever 🫶 this request is so fun to write hshdhah live laugh love itoshi brothers ‼️ not beta 😣 baby itoshi is named kei ofc ,, this is like a part two to the baby itoshi fic i wrote on my old acc but u can read it separately dw enjoy reading mwamwa

rewatching football matches isn't new to itoshi rin. as a player for the national team, he gave himself the responsibility of analyzing and observing the opponent's tactics in order to think of possible plays that would shut them down.

thirty minutes into the game, rin can't help but furrow his brows. the most skilled player on the team is about to make a goal that got the team the first half of the match. concentration was written on his face, completely focused and silent. there he is, reeling back his feet, about to shoot the ball in the goal. soft patters on the floor echoed in the loving, but rin was too focused on the game to notice.

taps on his knee caught his attention. looking down at kei who just woke up, hair a mess, blanket in one hand and a plushie clutched to her chest. "good morning you gremlin. 'ya had a nice nap?" said rin as he picked her up and settled her on the couch beside him, pinching her cheek gently after.

"can we play with sae-nii today?" kei yawned, small fists rubbing her eyes. her brother froze, mouth agape, unsure what to say. how does he tell his three year old sister that her brothers have a strained relationship with each other and can't even stand being in the same room for one minute.

"what if he's busy?" rin tries to reason. god forbid he'll have to spend an entire day with sae. kei looked away, huffing grouchily. "but he said he's free today. he told ma yesterday."

oh great, they've talked the day before. "but what if i'm busy?"

"rin-nii doesn't do anything but soccer. what are you busy about?" sometimes he hates how kei, his sweet little sister, is so blunt with her words. but because she's cute, rin decides that he'll let this one slide.

realizing that he's playing a losing game, he had no choice but to nod at her. pursing his lips in a forced smile, rin nodded to kei. "how about you go pick out your outfit today while i go ask him?"

"yay!"

itoshi sae, the prodigy of japan and a valuable gem in the soccer world, rarely gets days off. instead of resting, he would rather spend his time practicing alone in the field. however because of a promise he made yesterday, his cleats are left alone in his locker.

itoshi sae has been glaring at his phone for three minutes. getting calls is a rare occurrence for him. other than the calls his manager makes and the spam calls he gets from a certain demon, his phone stays silent most of the time.

so why is his brother, the one whose last decent conversation with him was before he left for spain, calling him on a random tuesday morning. before he could answer the call, the ringing stopped, quickly followed by pings.

itoshi rin

'meet us at xxx'

'kei wants to see you'

'don't be late'

an amusement park. of course, of all places in the world, in japan, kei would pick out the amusement park. sae doesn't necessarily hate the place, he just deems it too bright and … bright.

"sae-nii!" kei ran towards him, immediately hugging his legs. rin follows behind, a small pink bag hung over his shoulder. if the two brothers made eye contact, they certainly didn't make it obvious. silently handing the bag over to sae, rin ruffles kei's hair. "okay you gremlin, nii-chan's here. i'm gonna go now."

"where are you going?" kei frowned at him. "i thought we're all gonna play together?"

if rin was thinking about leaving, now he was not. one look at kei's sad face is enough to trigger all phases of guilt he'll experience if he chooses to walk away. "but i'm busy, kei."

the two brothers were staring intently at their youngest sister, observing her every expression. once they noticed the trembling of her lips and the tears starting to pool around her eyes, telepathically, the brothers made a temporary truce to try and get along today.

"rin's just gonna go buy the tickets, kei. he's not leaving, right rin?" sae picked her up, patting her back as he stared at rin, silently telling him to play along and just get the tickets.

"right. c'mon don't cry, i'll be back with the tickets and we'll go to your favorite rides."

kei's eyes seemed to sparkle at that. "all of them?"

"of course, kei. i saw a dango stand, let's go get one." sae steered away, ending the conversation before they agreed to more of kei's ideas. rin turned away, too, after waving at kei, to walk to the booth and purchase the tickets.

sae and rin may not get along due to their contrasting ideals and dreams but for their little sister, they'll always be willing to set aside their 'strained relationship'. after all, her happiness will never not be important for both of the brothers.

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indzae-mayumi · 3 months ago

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Thinker Isagi, Mindful Isagi

I love how Isagi is always the thinker in the field. He analyzes things all the time during games, making plans and changing them as needed. He is also quite the observer, such as when he notices after the First Selection that there are other members from Team W that he does not recognize.

Outside of soccer practices, Isagi is also very mindful of others. He wakes Bachira and Nagi up, picks up laundry so Barou will not get pissed off, tries to get along with everybody (especially Barou), and tries to look after others (like he knows what is inside Chigiri's care kit. He probably arranges it too).

#blue lock #isagi yoichi #blue lock isagi #bllk isagi #blue lock manga #bllk

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okkotsuus · 2 years ago

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Can you do scenario for Chigiri, Rin and Reo with a soccer player crush?

soccer fanatic pt.1 (bllk) !

pspsps ignore how long this took me to get to, i kept letting it rot in my drafts </3

features: hyoma c. rin i. reo m.

contents: reader is a footballer. reader is famous. lots of fanboying. unlike my other works, the last quote is from the reader. 0.8k

hyoma chigiri would imitate your style, specifically speed.

you were a speed-type midfielder, which was generally rare. you paved the path for your strikers yourself rather than letting them fight their way: in your eyes, that was your responsibility.

hyoma chigiri admired your physical and mental speed on the field. your legs allowed you to soar from one half to the other, running through players before they could react. your mind surged even faster than the body that allowed you to zip across the field, changing course at the slightest change.

right behind sae itoshi, you were the second best midfielder in the international scale. yet, you refused to join the new generation world eleven

chigiri watched you like you were the sun, the brightest star on the field. every game he would try to go to, so when he had finally met you in a blue lock training exercise, he knew he had to get noticed.

his legs carried him true and swift through the defense as he sliced through the air to punch the ball into the top right corner of the net before the goalie could react. all right after kickoff.

he couldn't help the huffs the escaped between his lips as he saw you come up to him with that egoist smile on your face. you looked at him like a child hoping to steal a toy from their sibling.

"you are my ideal striker, hyoma chigiri, we are cut of the same cloth."

rin itoshi would view you as the pinnacle of soccer.

as a striker, there was no doubt you were superior. contesting noel noa for the past two years of your pro career was an impressive feat. it was the feat that had rin itoshi analyzing every single one of your games.

back when you were still in the middle school leagues, rin had seen his first game that you were in. you were a grade younger than sae, allowing rin a perfect in.

you and sae would practice together sometimes, while rin observed you from the sidelines. when rin had first started playing soccer, the two players he channeled were: sae itoshi and y/n l/n.

when the taste of sae's plays soured on his tongues, yours grew sweeter. so here he sits, in the dark while his team sleeps next to him; face illuminated by the light of his phone.

their match against the world five was in less than twenty-four hours, but he could not help but watch your plays from yesterday's game. he needed inspiration for tomorrow.

so when he sunk his first goal in against the world five and your voice rang through the speakers, his heart was in his throat. he saw you on the sidelines with a mic in your hand, smiling so sweetly at him. sweeter than the taste of your plays every could be.

"still chasin' me rinnie? don't let my shadow blind ya!"

reo mikage would copy your game play.

reo mikage got everything he wanted since the moment he was born. so when he grew admiration of you, vip tickets to your games were easy. he went to every game of yours before he entered blue lock.

what he didn't know was that you were aware of him, not just disregarding him as a blip on your radar. at every game there was always a purple boy in the seat closest to the field, it would be hard not to notice; especially as a midfielder.

so when he didn't come to one game, you pulled some strings to get his name. turns out reo mikage played soccer as well, in blue lock no less.

so you came to watch a game, under the tense of it being a training exercise: but you really wanted to check in on your number one fan.

he was as impressive on field as you expected, but when you caught a familiar tick of his foot under a pass, sending it especially long and steady, it had you grinning.

you noticed more and more of you signature little quirks that allowed your play style, things that even people on the field with you wouldn't notice.

at the end of the match, you couldn't help but pay him a little extra attention. he was just trying so hard to stay loyal to you, that your ego swelled. you wanted your techniques to not just be copies for him, but rather his own weapons as well. you were willing to share custody of all your signatures with him.

"impressive dupe, rich boy, want a taste of the real thing?"

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graciescott27 · 2 months ago

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“we’re running in the moonlight, could you show me the way again?” (Rin Itoshi x Reader)

Rin has never experienced love before, and he’s not the best at expressing his emotions. Now you’re here, and he doesn’t really understand why.

wc: 550

Short and sweet because it was a bit rushed but I hope you guys still enjoy it!

Rin Itoshi has never once been this way. You had come as a shock to everyone else in his life. Truthfully, even Rin was surprised by the fact that he was dating you. Yeah, sure, he questioned why he agreed to go out with you at least once a week, but the most shocking thing was how you even stayed with him. Yeah, you were a nuisance and he hated you half the time (it’s all a lie, never trust this man), but he was far from perfect himself.

As much as Rin Itoshi loved to act like he was above everyone else, he was still the same little kid Sae abandoned underneath all of the brooding. He never really understood how you saw past it all. Most people didn’t even try to look under his harsh exterior and the only one who had attempted was Isagi. Even before the drama with Sae unfolded, he was never really close with anyone who wasn’t his brother. He was nicer to everyone then, sure, but no one tried to know him on anything more than a surface level. Why had you even tried?

So, even as you sat across from him on his bed, he couldn’t help but stare at you in utter confusion. Why were you at his house? Neither of you were even paying attention to each other. He had his earbuds in as he watched one of his old matches on his phone and you were typing something on your laptop. He paused the video, his eyes focusing on you and narrowing into an almost disgusted glare. He really had no control over his expressions, and why would he even try to when everything about you was just so damn baffling? Out of everyone, you chose him? Seriously? Were you mentally okay? Was there some sort of major, untreated brain damage you had experienced that you just never thought to tell him about? He was one of the rudest people alive and you were absolutely perfect, so why were you still with him?

He placed his phone down and leaned in, his hands folding in his lap as he just… watched you. Thinking. You must have noticed his obvious change of position because you looked up, frowned, and tilted your head.

“You okay?” you asked, carefully analyzing his expression and trying to gauge just how long it would take for him to kick you out of his house.

“Yeah? Why?” his nose wrinkled dramatically.

Your eyes brightened a bit, that familiar soft grin spreading across your face. “You were just giving me a weird look. Got worried that you were mad.”

“Oh.”

Your smile slowly widened as he turned his attention back to his game and he couldn’t help but wonder why. He wasn’t all the special when it came to anything outside of soccer. He would never understand why you looked at him in such awe.

You closed your laptop slowly and scooted up the bed towards him, draping a leg over his and resting your head on his shoulder. “The Shining after your game’s over?”

He looked over at you, his expression a bit somber. It took you by surprise when he nodded. Only he would know that the look he gave you meant he loved you.

#rin itoshi #fluff #rin #bluelock #relationship #fanfic #bllk #x reader #writing #oneshot #drabble

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bachiradio · 22 days ago

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' ' only in my mind? ' '

.・。.・゜✭・❤・✫・゜・。.

also published on ao3 :: @ honeyrain

1/1 bachisagi fluff fic // takes place btwn S2 EP3-5

TL;DR :: Isagi is impatient waiting for Bachira to finish his U20 selection matches, and ends up falling asleep in the video room. Feelings uncover themself when he wakes up to finally see a familiar golden-banged boy.

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this is my first time posting a fic on tumblr so lmk if you have suggestions on how to post, or what to write maybe! i have a couple more bcis drafts but i'm a bit busy so we'll see when i get around to them </3 also this is not beta read oops,,, anyways enjoy!!

.・。.・゜✭・❤・✫・゜・。.

Isagi’s sickeningly sweet thoughts seemed to manifest best at night, the swirl of melatonin in his bloodstream combining with excited doses of adrenaline each time the figure of his admiration materialized in his mind. As his eyes fluttered closed, mind shutting down, each night a familiar bowl-cutted freak overtook his headspace.

“Freak” might be harsh. An oddball, maybe — the tormented dreamer didn’t bother with names to further plant Bachira’s presence in his mind.

He lay splayed on the tile floors of the camera room, screens shining with blinding brightness across the front wall, of which he could hardly see from his angle on the ground. Repetitive games of players he didn’t know, perhaps the occasional colleague mixed in with the crowd; none of them could amount to the one he waited for, the figure he ached to see walk across that eye-straining screen and flaunt his footwork across the football field.

Perhaps it’d been the constant anticipation of his presence that’d brought him into his dreams, that same brown-and-gold-haired menace that’d yet to step into the game. It certainly didn’t help when he found himself passed out in that room, pushing through exhaustion to watch over others’ plays, craving some semblance of a distraction.

“Isagi!” A voice shouted, excitement apparent.

The black-haired player’s eyes shot open, pulling him from the growing hold of sleep that he struggled to fight against. Blurry eyes analyzed his surroundings as he sat up, rubbing his head in disorientation. A familiar shadow planted itself beside him, sitting cross-legged with a beaming grin.

His vocals were groggy, fried. “Bachira?”

The slowly-focusing figure, now confirmed to be Bachira, nodded aggressively, hair shaking along with the movements as thick bangs fell over his eyes. The screens before them rested paused, a frozen frame moments before a goal plastered on each one as the more eager one of the two fiddled with the remote.

Isagi rubbed his eyes, mumbling sleepless nonsense that he hadn’t even intended. A playful frown splayed across his teammate’s face, his vibrating energy a rough contrast to the other’s pure exhaustion.

“C’mon, Isagi,” Bachira hummed, a tone laced with impatience as he leaned closer. “I wanna show you my game, mm’kay? Well, two of them, technically, but– pretty please?”

The pout that overtook Bachira’s lips was hard to fight, corners downturned as his eyes grew wide and pleading. Although obviously false, the expression had almost made him seem defenseless — an ironic appearance for the monster that was before him, burning aggressively bright from the moment a soccer ball was placed in front of him. Admittedly, on the field, he was almost intimidating — and so Isagi would never deny such a sweetly-made request made by such an enigma of a human being, particularly not his teammate.

Black wisps of bangs fell in front of his face as he nodded, Bachira quickly jumping into action as his fingers tapped away at the remote. A soft groan escaped from Isagi, although a smile couldn’t help but make its way across his lips, the excitement in Bachira’s body infectious at such close range.

He couldn’t lie and not admit his infectivity at any range.

Still groggy and disassociated, Isagi blinked blankly at the screen. His attention occasionally flicked over to his exceptional teammate, his bright and beaming smile nearly blinding as he rambled about the games flickering across the screen. Although Isagi hadn’t been able to keep focus, he couldn’t help but admire each goal he was presented with, Bachira’s technical skill never ceasing to amaze him even after the time they’d spent beside each other. He felt the energy of his plays translate to him just through video, waking up to attention as his intrigue overtook him, his love for the game mingling with his fascination of the monster he’d managed to call his best friend.

As energy flooded Isagi, excitement bursting with each play described in heavy detail, Bachira found himself fading deeper into sinking thought. His heart tugged him down, the emotions felt during each game resurging along with the presentation of each play. Lips pursed together nervously, the thoughts in his head bouncing through his body and begging to be let free. He couldn’t quite deny the monster what it asked — granted, that monster was now him and only him. Isagi couldn’t help but faintly notice the focus flooding Bachira’s gaze.

“You know,” the monster of a player spoke softly, intent heavy in his voice, but eyes only fixed on the screens in front of them. “I couldn’t stop thinking of you. Out there.”

Isagi scoffed playfully, shuffling forward and mimicking the cross-legged way Bachira sat. “Needed a monster to match you out on the field?”

“No,” he spoke matter-of-factly. “I didn’t need you.”

The taunting teammate was taken aback, straight-faced in awkwardness as he held in his breath. He swayed back and forth, pushing back with his heels to create the rocking motion. Unsure of how to break the tension of his own creation, he soughed. “Oh–”

“I didn’t need you,” Bachira continued, cutting Isagi short of continuing his empty thought. “I found my own monster, y’know, in myself. I don’t need you anymore, but I—”

The black-haired man found himself leaning forward, listening intently, fingers subconsciously fidgeting with each other as he watched the other’s monologue. His eyes lit up as he watched golden eyes turn to meet his own, that familiar burn mixed with a tenderness that put a weight on Isagi’s heart.

“—I wanted you, Isagi. I wanted you there with me.”

There was nothing but endearment written on Bachira’s face, lips upturned into a sweet smile and crinkling the corners of his eyes. The emotion flooding his gaze seemed to overfill, spilling over to the once-sleepy player as his lips lay slightly parted in awe. If emotions could overflow like waves, they were drowning in it — although the words had already left them breathless to begin.

“Bachira…”

Isagi found himself lost in tunnel vision, eyes unable to pull themselves from his teammate’s longing gaze, or perhaps it’d been the way his features could fully shine in the single moment the monster would sit still. Lights from the screens bounced against him, a physical illustration of the way his heart and brain simultaneously burst as the words slipped from his mouth. He’d found himself closer than he’d previously been, arms planted on the ground between the two as he dove further into the waves enveloping them. Pupils unintentionally gave away desires as they burned into Bachira’s skin.

“Can I kiss you?”

Isagi’s tongue passed over his bottom lip, anxious longing coursing through his veins as hot breaths mingled together in the short space separating them. Blunt-cut bangs blew forward with each breath, monstrous eyes erupting in emotional flames while Bachira gulped down his discomposure. The swallowing of desires was painfully obvious, the motions of his Adam’s apple giving him away.

The mostly-brunette inched forward. Shaky breath released. “Yes.”

Not a moment seemed to pass before hands reached out for skin, fingers on the back of his neck and tangling in golden locks while another hand begged anxiously to hold his. Isagi’s eyelashes brushed ticklishly against Bachira’s cheeks, a smile overtaking him as lips met eagerly to connect their beings. Waves of emotion crashed up on shores of physicality, a tender kiss with electricity crackling beneath the seams. The monster happily laced his fingers up with Isagi’s, and he felt the tension and unease melt from the other’s body.

Isagi couldn’t help but guide Bachira closer to him, the hand in his hair wishing to bring them somehow closer than their faces had already become. Longing was met with equal emotion, a gentle hand raising the stakes as it ran up from Isagi’s side to his collar. The irony of a hand placement typically used to push away attempting to pull him closer was not lost on him, and he fell further into the touch. Bachira’s insides couldn’t help but burn up at the understanding they shared— one that gladly had translated off the field, as their thoughts linked up to create the ultimate reaction.

Reaction put it too lightly – if what they’d previously created were chemical reactions, then this one was an explosion.

Lips parted just barely as the two struggled for breath, hot pants against each other’s skin only fueling the fire within them. Eyes fluttered open just to meet each other’s gaze, a matched intensity between them, but one better translated through touch as their lips met once again.

Isagi’s heart threatened to burst from its cage, pounding felt by Bachira as his hand grazed over his chest. Rough breaths intermingled between their lips, barely escaping the lock they’d created amongst themselves. A sickeningly sweet beckon from Bachira caught the other off guard, tongue slipping over his lips in a desperate plea for attention. For his teammate, though, he’d most definitely give in.

Perhaps teammate was too cordial — not nearly as intimate as the two had become. He couldn’t compare to the others, simply by his ability to read Isagi’s every thought and concept. His grip tightened on their interlaced hands, and a breathy laugh escaped into their kiss. Something of a teammate, but not just quite — a partner, the only one for him.

His wishful thinking became reality, as the golden-eyed man had always ensured for him; their lips parted just long enough for Bachira to read his mind.

“I love you, partner.”

Eyes crinkled up in joy, soft laughter escaping as a kiss planted itself on Isagi’s cheek, then his jaw, trailing down to his collar with eager whines. The hand lingering over the black-haired man’s heartbeat had moved to hold his neck, preventing his head from falling back in pure bliss at the soft touch of his partner against his skin. Isagi pulled his hand from Bachira’s hair — refusing to pull away the hand that had been squeezing the other’s lovingly — placing it just beneath his chin to guide his gaze back up. Eyes burned with deep, sappy desires, emotions they couldn’t place how long they’d pushed down. Canines tugged back on Isagi’s bottom lip, fighting to release the words he’d been screaming out in his mind each time he’d merely met his partner’s monstrous gaze.

“I—”

“—Found you!”

A sharp tone shot through Isagi’s skull, unknowingly-shut eyes shooting open. A familiar face hung above him, gold and brown wispy strands hanging down into his own face from just inches above him. A sharp-toothed grin spread across the speaker’s face.

Isagi’s eyes seemed glazed over, lost in a trance of something the other couldn’t place. Although his focus seemed elsewhere, his eyes found themselves lingering across Bachira entirely, upside-down in his vision as he leaned over above him. His senses slowly crept back to him, cold chills shooting up his nerves as skin laid against hard tile. Flashing lights illuminated the top border of Bachira’s face, mesmerizing the man beneath him in awe of such beauty.

Bachira’s eyebrows furrowed, face contorting in confusion, although his sly grin could never fade away.

“Di'ja have a nightmare or somethin’, Isagi? Were you worryin’ about my match for me?”

He blinked mindlessly, eyes blurry. Something like that.

The exhausted player still splayed on the floor, Bachira rose before sitting beside him, cross-legged, fiddling eagerly with the remote.

“C’mon, Isagi!” he beamed, his tone full of energy as déjà vu crept in. “Get up, get up! I want you to see my game!”

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leveloneandup · 1 year ago

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Unable to help on the field, U.S. women’s national team stars Tobin Heath and Christen Press are still influencing the game. They have spent this summer changing the way women’s sports are covered and analyzed. Their YouTube series, “The Re-Cap Show”, has been a breath of fresh air for anyone weary of Fox Sports’ coverage of the World Cup or other male-dominated media takes on women’s sports.

“This World Cup was such an opportunity for major broadcasters to make an intentional decision to change the way women’s sports are covered,” former Stanford star Press said this week, speaking from her home in West Los Angeles. “They didn’t. So it’s a huge opportunity for female-led initiatives to step up.”

Their show is presented as a “gal culture” antidote to the “bro culture” that pervades sports broadcasting. In one of the first shows, Heath notes that she’s “shocked by how many dudes are on the broadcast.”

#tobin heath #christen press #re cap show #article #interview

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soccer-love · 2 years ago

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It's the anon that ask would you write a lea Schuller one here is my request maybe reader left to join Wolfsburg and lea stopped talking to her and now they are coming up against each other and lea refused to shake readers hand and they get into a pushing match after reader made a tackle on resder at end of game lea and resder alogised and ask reader out and kisses her

Why did you leave?

Lea Schüller x reader

Lea couldn't remember what happened.

She wasn't even sure if anything happened?

She just remembered that suddenly and without any warning, your couch announce that you ended your contract and would leave to Wolfsburg.

And the day you left, when she wanted to say goodbye and she walked down the street to your apartment, she saw your black car pulling out of the driveway and driving away.

At that moment, she felt something die inside her.

Your old team mates wondered why you left, of curse Wolfsburg was one of the best German clubs, probably one of the best in Europe, but they knew that you loved Munich.

That you loved your team.

But maybe, everything was just an illusion.

Maybe you didn't love it as much, as they thought you did.

Days passed by and turned into weeks, weeks into months.

And before she knew, one year had past.

One birthday, one Christmas, one season of soccer, had passed by without you.

Even the European women’s championship, passed without you, because of an injury you got shortly after leaving to Wolfsburg.

And Lea felt herself moving on, she could fall asleep at night, without asking herself what you were probably doing in that moment, she could walk past your favorite coffee shop, without asking herself if you’d still love Latte with Oatmilk and one cube of sugar. She could run through the Olympic Park, without having to remember the times you sat there, daydreaming about your future with her.

She moved on.

But sometimes, she had moments where she missed you so much, it felt like someone stopped her heart with a knife. And then she looked back at the pictures, she had still saved on her phone.

Memories of the things you did together. Memories of you.

And then almost one year and three months, after you left, she heart the news.

Bayern was going to play a friendly against Wolfsburg in less than two weeks.

“Finally, I really want to see Y/N again.” Laura cheered as they talked about the upcoming game in the looker room after practice.

“Yeah me too, I haven't seen her in like four months.” Lina agreed, not noticing Leas confused look.

“How do you mean that?”

“What?” Lina asked, turning around to face Lea.

“That you haven't seen her in four months.”

“Like that I last saw her, four moths ago when I visited her in Wolfsburg.” Lina answers, completely confused.

“Wait she....she still talks with you?” Lea asks, almost the whole team stopped with what they were doing, confuse by Leas question.

“Yeah, she's still talking with a lot of us.” Sarah cuts in and then she realizes what was going on. “Wait she doesn't talk to you anymore?”

“She stopped the day she left.” Lea whispers, tears forming in her eyes.

The first one to walk over and pull her into a hug, was Klara, because she exactly knew how much the forward, liked you.

She let Lea, hold onto her, crying on her shoulder, about the fact, that you continued to talk to everyone.

Everyone except her.

Slowly, the other team mates came closer and it turned into a big group hug.

Everyone could feel the pain that came from the normally so strong forward.

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The match, was hold in Wolfsburg, but without viewers.

Mostly because it's only a small game, what they want to use to analyze what the players can do better during the games.

Lea thought she would feel sad, when she saw you but she wasn't.

She felt absolutely nothing.

Not even when she saw you joking around with your new team mates during warm up.

And when both teams assembled in the tunnel, ready to walk out for the game and she stands next to you, only separated by a couple of meters of air, she fels nothing.

She just stares at the back of Caro’s head in front of her.

When they walk out, she shakes everybody's hand, but when it’s your turn, she just walks past you, ignoring the disappointed look on your face.

During the first half of the game, you barely have any contact with her, since she was a forward and you're a defender.

In the 58 Minute, the Bayern players managed to get trough the defenders and Lina Magull scores a goal.

Only seven minutes later, Ewa Pajor managed to score a goal for Wolfsburg.

After the normal time is up they give five minutes extra time.

One minute is left as the Bayern players again get passt the defenders, well past everyone but one.

Lea got a perfect pass from Caro and run towards the box and was about to shoot the ball, when Y/N run towards her.

Y/N kicked the ball away, but accidentally hit Leas foot, forcing her to trip over Y/N.

“Are you insane?” Lea shouts, suddenly feeling anger burning inside of her.

“You could have fucking inured me.” Lea adds, getting up within seconds and shooting a angry look at Y/N.

“Sorry I-”

“Stop fucking apologizing.” Lea cut Y/N off, the defender tried to walk closer to Lea, asking her to calm her down.

Lea grabbed Y/N by her shoulders and pushed her away, suddenly not just being angry about the foul, but about everything that happened in the last year.

Or rather everything that didn't happened.

Y/N was about to fight back, when she suddenly felt two arms around her body.

Poppi knew the young defender longe enough to know that it would be better for both, Lea and Y/N, to hold her back.

Obi and Linda apparently had the same idea, both of them holding Lea back from killing Y/N.

The referee, gave Y/N a red card for the foul, which means she had to leave the pitch.

And of curse they also noticed Lea pushing Y/N away, so they gave her a yellow card too.

“Fuck you.” Y/N mutters as she leaves the pitch.

The Bayern team gets a box kick but they don't score another goal before the game finishes.

“What was up with you, out there?” Obi asks as she gets to Lea, confused by Leas behavior when she got fouled.

“Just seeing her, makes me wanna hit her.” Lea mutters under her breath.

“Why? What happened between you two?”

Lea stops her walk towards the locker room, turning towards her best friend.

“She left, without saying why, without saying goodbye. But apparently she continued talking to everyone, except me. She just cut me out of her live.” Lea says, her voice turning from angry into sadness.

“That sucks.” Obi gives her a soft hug before pulling away.

“Lets get chanced.” They separate at the locker rooms, Lea going with the other Bayern players. Obi following her team mates from Wolfsburg.

Y/N was the first one to leave the locker room again, but she just waited around the corner, keeping an eye at the door to the locker room of the other team, hoping to see Lea.

She watched many of the players coming out, but not Lea.

One of the last one to come out, was Giulia and she noticed Y/N.

“She’s still in there, the only one left.” she said , looking at the door to the locker room before looking back at Y/N. “You should talk to her.”

After Giulia went away, Y/N took a deep breath before knocking on the door.

No one answered.

“Lea?” Y/N asks as she opens the door.

The sound of her name coming from you, something she missed so much, forced Lea to look up.

Her eyes meet yours and suddenly, after being calm for so many minutes, she felt all of her feelings rushing back trough her body.

Anger, disappointment, fear but also love.

“Are..are you okay?” It was the first thing that came to your mind that you could say without sounding like an asshole.

But she still got it wrong.

“You are an ass, Y/N Y/L/N.” she stood up, walking towards you and before you could do anything she slapped the younger girl across the face.

“You come her, after months, no after a year of not talking to me and all you do is asking me if I’m okay, after you almost injured me. So no I’m not okay.” Lea shouted, hitting Y/N with her fist on the shoulder, pushing her back against the wall.

“I’m sorry.” Y/N whispered, pulling Lea against her, knowing that this was one of the best ways to calm her down.

“No, no.” Lea fights back, trying to get away from Y/N, tears rushing down her face.

“I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.” Lea repeated these words, over and over again.

But at the same time, she feelt herself, stopping to fight back against Y/N, letting the defender pull her into her arms as they sink onto the floor.

“I hate you.” Lea whispers, her crying slowly stopsing.

“Why the hell did you leave?” she looked up, again meeting Y/N eyes.

“I can't-”

“No, don't give me some stupid excuse. You just, you left without saying anything. And then one year later, I hear that you still talk to anyone except me. I thought we were friends, so don't give me some stupid excuse, just tell me.”

“Because I love you.” Y/N said without thinking, but it was the truth.

“I was...no I’am still so in love with you and I...I just couldn't live with that, it hurt me so much to se you everyday, to be friends with you and knowing that you would never be mine. But when I left, it just hurt so much more.” The defender explained, her hand on Leas shoulder, their faces only inches apart.

“God you are such an idiot.” Lea said, her hand finding Y/N neck. “Because I love you so fucking much and you never noticed.”

Y/N didn't know what to do, she just sat there, Lea wrapped in her arms, completely caught off guard by the fact that Lea loves her too.

She loves her too.

“Just kiss me!” Lea demanded, pulling her former teammate against her, into a soft kiss.

Lea knew that this kiss wouldn't just magically rebuild the relationship that they had, wouldn't set there timer back, to the moments a year ago when everything was still good the way it was.

But she felt something heal inside of her, like someone softly put a plaster over the wounds in her heart.

“Why are we so dump?” Y/N whispers, leaning her forehead against Leas.

“Never leave me again, okay? I wouldn't survive it to loose you again.”

“You won't, I promise. I swear.”

#lea schüller #dfbfrauenteam #fc bayern frauen #vflwolfsburgfrauen #lina magull #giulia gwinn #alexpopp #lenaoberdorf #woso #woso x reader #woso imagine #lea schüller x reader #lea schuller

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