#kickaround

[wondergirlsthings]

Héctor Fort Introduces His Love to the Barcelona Family

Hector Fort x Reader

The sun was high over the training ground as Héctor Fort adjusted the straps of his bag, his heart beating a little faster than usual. Today was a big day. He wasn’t nervous about training or drills—he was nervous because he was finally introducing you, Y/N, to his teammates at Barcelona.

You’d been together for a while now, but between his busy schedule and your own commitments, this moment had been delayed. Héctor often spoke about you to his teammates, especially to Pau Cubarsí and Marc Guiu, who had teased him relentlessly about how smitten he was. Now, it was time to prove you weren’t just a figment of his imagination.

As you arrived at the training ground, Héctor met you at the gates, his smile instantly putting you at ease. He leaned in for a quick kiss on the cheek, his hand finding yours.

“You ready for this?” he asked, his tone light, but you could see the excitement in his eyes.

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” you replied, squeezing his hand.

The two of you walked toward the training pitch, where a group of players were already stretching and joking around. Héctor led you straight to Pau and Marc, his closest friends on the team.

“Guys, this is Y/N,” Héctor announced proudly.

Pau was the first to step forward, a wide grin on his face. “So, this is the girl who’s been keeping Héctor distracted,” he teased, shaking your hand.

“Héctor distracted? Never,” you replied with a playful smile, earning a laugh from both Pau and Marc.

Marc leaned in slightly, his voice mock-serious. “You know, we’ve been wondering if you’re real. He talks about you all the time.”

“Does he now?” you said, glancing at Héctor, whose cheeks were now turning pink.

“Alright, that’s enough,” Héctor said, rolling his eyes but clearly unable to stop smiling.

The introductions continued as Héctor brought you around to meet the rest of the squad. Each player greeted you warmly, some cracking jokes, others giving Héctor knowing looks that made him shake his head in amusement.

At one point, one of the older players nudged Héctor. “She’s way too good for you, Fort.”

“I know,” Héctor replied, glancing at you with a soft smile.

The camaraderie was infectious, and soon you felt completely at ease. You joined them for a casual kickaround after training, and despite your insistence that you weren’t much of a footballer, you managed to impress a few of them.

By the end of the day, you were sitting on the sidelines with Pau and Marc, sharing stories about Héctor and laughing at their playful jabs at him.

As the team began to disperse, Pau clapped Héctor on the shoulder. “You’ve got a good one, man. Don’t mess this up.”

“I won’t,” Héctor said, his voice firm as he looked at you.

Walking back to the car with Héctor’s arm around your shoulders, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of belonging. His teammates weren’t just teammates—they were family. And now, you were part of that family too.

“You were amazing,” Héctor said softly as you reached the car.

“So were you,” you replied, leaning into him.

And as you drove away, you couldn’t help but smile, knowing that today was just the beginning of many more memories to come.

[woso-dreamzzz]

Who closes that distance between them after something happens?

Leah, Bean or their mum??

Usually it's Leah bringing some toy in apology

Bean will close it if she wants something like a kickaround

But their mum will only close the distance if it's been going on for at least a week

[shorepointdist]

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#GreatLakes #beer #BeerLovers #beertime #craftbeer #craftbeerlover #beerlover #BeersToThat #craftbeerlife #jerseyshore #jersey #beergeek #beernerd #beerme

[hugefangs]

do any of you wanna make a fun little kickaround project with me? 🥺

I need $4k in prescription meds per month so I can’t quit my day job yet, but I DO want to collaborate on something that doesn’t get tangled in six layers of bureaucracy for every asset request

Watching Xena on prime and feeling blessed to be alive. it’s the little things

[restomodmusclecar]

@ups I guess you are now using packages 📦 as target 🎯 practice or pumpkins 🎃 #aintworthashit #targetpratice #shippingcompanies #greatservice #shitshow #wtf #kickaround #straighthrough #doublebox #jackolantern https://www.instagram.com/p/CIRlNLjpdXT/?igshid=1s1q7pyb4at3p

[nbaoracle]

[fsg-travels]

Traveling to do sports challenge Plan the biggest travelers football match. When I say football.... Its soccer, not anything else... This will be the biggest football match with the most players from all over the world. Well this is the dream #biggestfootballmatch #kickaround #teamhome #48counties #soccer #football #england https://www.instagram.com/p/B5DBw7FF7b1/?igshid=1t32humt6qxpc

[kspringer]

Let’s just #kickaround a little to really get things a go in’! More like the #cancan trying to get rid of those #yellowbirds that just keep on #tweetin! Sigh. #thebeatgoeson #popsurrealism #lowb#contemporaryart #pinup #pinupgirl #burlesque #bigeyes #2danimation #timelapse #oilpainting 💋🔗🎱🥰 https://www.instagram.com/p/BzeVOl5hRvN/?igshid=pirzmziw1d67

[sportsoracle]

For more sports content like this follow oraclesportsnetwork on Instagram!

[libraryofsports]

[fuckbeingfat-fitforsummer]

Cuz my kicking skills while trying to film are on point 😂😂😂⚽️

[iconichalo]

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[woso-dreamzzz]

Mcdreamy given the match ball after yet another hat-trick and she doesn't know what to do with it

Everyone else's hattrick match balls have special spots in their homes whereas Mcdreamy uses her to have a kickaround in the garden and when they go flat, she throws them out

[aurorangen]

Even though Billy is lazy, he loves his football and so does his best mate Josh. They spend most of their time after class having a kickaround. He looks so much like his dad!

[sour--disposition]

Take Me By The Hand

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harry lewis x fem!reader

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requested: Heyy, could you do the ‘take my hand’ concept that you did with JJ, but with Harry?? Love your writing sm! Xxx

please see my pinned post for masterlist and request info!

One taking the others hand to help them up

You were 4 when you first met Harry properly. You’d been running around the playground, chasing after one of your friends when you’d taken a tumble and ended up in a small heap on the floor. Harry had come trotting over, sticking out a hand to help you up.

“Is your knee okay?”, he asked you.

“I don’t think so. It’s bleeding”, you told him sadly. 

Harry kept hold of your hand, dragging you over to where the teachers on duty were standing. “She hurt her knee”, Harry said bluntly, poking one of the adults and then pointing to your knee.

Harry followed you and the teacher inside, sitting next to you as you had your knee cleaned and a plaster stuck on. The teacher left to fill in the accident book and write a note for you to take home. “I’m Harry”, the boy said as soon as she’d left.

“I’m Y/N”, you told him with a bright grin.

“Shall we be best friends?”, Harry asked with a toothy smile.

“Yes!”.

-

Holding hands whilst one walks on a small wall

You and Harry had stayed best friends from that day forward. There wasn’t anything that you didn’t do together. Harry would always be the first person you’d turn to whenever anything was wrong. He held your hand through every trip you took to the first aid room in your primary school and he shouldered his way through to sit next to you whenever you were in a classroom together.

Harry asked you out on your first date when you were both 15. You’d gone to his house after school, pestering him until he did his homework before you let him outside. He’d been pacing around the lawn in front of you, completely distracted from his kickaround with Josh, as you sat on the deck with Rosie.

“What’s wrong with him?”, she asked from beside you.

“I have no idea”, you told her. “You know what he’s like though”, you dismissed, all the while worrying about your best friend.

Rosie and Josh ran inside 20 minutes later to help set the table for dinner, leaving you and Harry alone in the back garden. “Are you gonna tell me what’s up with you?”, you asked him.

“Do you wanna go on a date?”, Harry blurted, leaving you stunned. The two of you were wide-eyed in surprise, both with words caught in your throat that you were desperately trying to say. 

“Yeah”, you smiled.

A week later you met Harry by the beach. You’d seen each other through the week during school and spending the evenings after school together, but this evening felt different. This evening would be the one that potentially changed yours and Harry’s relationship forever.

You walked side by side down to the sea front, stopping and sitting on a small wall there. The two of you talked for hours, like you always did. Harry telling you about his family, about what happened in the few classes that you didn’t share together, telling you about his day and you returning the favour. You laughed well into the sunset, a soft silence falling over you as you watched the sun dip beneath the Guernsey horizon.

“It’s getting dark, and it’s cold. Let’s head back”, Harry suggested. As soon as you’d stood up, you stepped up onto the wall you’d just been sitting on, making you ever so slightly taller than Harry. With your arms held out for balance, you took a few tentative steps.

Harry reached out, grabbing your hand to keep you steady. You looked over to him, a shy smile on his face that you soon mirrored, paired with a rosy blush. Harry kept your hands entwined as you walked along the wall, matching his pace with yours so he didn’t rush you and cause you to stumble.

When you reached the end of the wall and jumped down, your hand didn’t leave Harry’s.

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Holding hands whilst driving

Harry had never let whatever Youtube success he was gaining get in the way of the two of you. He always made time for you, always made you feel important. As soon as he’d learnt to drive and got a car, you and Harry would spend hours traversing the coastline, wind pouring into the window and billowing through your hair as you watched the cliffs and waves pass you by.

If you were in his car, Harry would insist on you being in the passenger seat, no matter who else was joining you. His hand would always rest on your thigh as he drove, only ever moving to change gear before quickly returning to its place.

Your fingers were wrapped loosely in his, making sure he was able to let go and reach for the gear stick whenever he needed to. The roads along the coastline were fairly straight, only ever bending slightly and no sharp turns in sight.

With the road empty bar from the two of you, Harry snuck a glance over to you. Your face was illuminated by the soft glow of the sun, hair windswept against the headrest and over your shoulders.

“I love you”, Harry said simply. It was no massive declaration, it didn’t have to be. You and Harry had been friends for 13 years, together for nearly 2. He’d loved you for as long as he could remember.

“I love you, too”.

-

Possessive hand holding

The first time you visited Harry in London was quite the nerve wracking experience. Aside from helping him move his stuff into his flat with Lux and Freezy, you’d barely seen him since he’d left the small island you both called home.

You waited by baggage claim, leg shaking with restless, nervous energy. It was just your luck that your suitcase was one of the last to make its way through and round the conveyor belt, the hall almost empty by the time you’d got your belongings.

Harry was waiting for you just outside arrivals, just as restless and nervous as you were. His eyes had been glued to the door from the minute you’d text him to let you know you’d reached baggage claim. Every person that walked out of the sliding doors that wasn’t you irritated him even further. It had only been a few weeks since he’d last seen you, and he was going mad.

At last, you trudged through the doors, looking a little worse for wear and incredibly pissed off. But you were there.

Harry wrapped his arms around you, holding you tight against his chest. “I’ve missed you so much”, he whispered into your hair. “The guys are already at my place, I hope that’s alright”, he told you. “They’re really excited to meet you”.

At Harry’s apartment building, he kept a tight hold on your hand as he led you upstairs. “Harry, it’s okay”, you assured him, squeezing his hand.

“Just nervous”, he told you.

Harry led you into the apartment, pausing for a second so you could drop your case by the door and kick your shoes off. His deathly tight grip on your hand never waned, like he was scared you were going to escape.

“Lads, Y/N”, Harry said awkwardly as he led you through the doorway. “Y/N, both of the Cals, Ethan, JJ, Simon, Josh, Tobi and Vik”, he introduced, pointing to each man in turn as he said their names.

“Nice to meet you”, you smiled happily.

You sat next to Harry on the sofa, squeezed up against his side. His hand was still gripping onto yours, squeezing tighter whenever any of the guys started to talk to you. “Harry”, you whispered, wiggling your fingers in his grip. “What’s wrong?”.

“Someone looks a little jealous if you ask me”, Freezy poked, wicked grin shooting across the living room.

“Oh, give over”, you scoffed, flicking Harry in the chest. “You buffoon. There’s nothing to worry about. Now ease up, you’re cutting off blood flow to my fingers”, you teased.

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Rubbing their thumb over the other’s hand 

“I don’t wanna leave”, you sighed, leaning further into Harry’s chest. “I miss you too much”, you whispered.

“I miss you, too”, he told you, wrapping both arms around your body and pulling you closer.

Harry watched over your shoulder as you opened your phone and pulled up flight times for a few weeks time, scrolling through them to find the cheapest option. Seeing Harry as often as possible was taking its toll on your finances and Harry knew you’d only accept so much help from him.

“What if this was the last time you flew home?”, Harry asked into your hair.

“What do you mean?”, you asked, thumb pausing over the screen.

“I spoke to Cal about it the other day, before you came”, Harry started. “How would you feel about moving to London?”, he asked.

You turned in his arms, facing Harry. “Are you being serious?”, you asked, a blossoming grin eager to bloom over your face.

“As I’ve ever been”, he whispered.

3 weeks later, you waited at the gate in Guernsey airport, surrounded by your family. “I’m so happy for you”, your mum whispered as she pulled you in for a tight hug. When she pulled back, you were both laughing through the tears that had begun to shed. “You and Harry deserve to be happy”, she told you.

They watched and waved as you walked towards the flight bridge, knowing that this would be the last time they’d see you for a while. You sat in your seat, watching as Guernsey got smaller and smaller below you. Although leaving home was never going to be an easy thing, you knew that you could build a home wherever Harry was.

You’d already shipped a lot of your stuff over to Harry, leaving you only to bring a large suitcase with you on your flight. You had no idea what to expect when you arrived, whether your stuff would be in Harry’s room or boxes strewn into whatever corner of the apartment they could fit into.

“Here”, Harry said as you sat in the car in the car park outside of the apartment building. He handed you a key on a keyring. “House keys”, he told you.

“Thank you”, you smiled

Harry pulled your case behind you as you walked up to the apartment. You stilled in front of the door, Harry pulling to a stop next to you. “Are you okay?”, Harry asked, voice filled with concern.

“Yeah”, you assured him quietly. “It’s just a lot, y’know”, you murmured.

“I know”. Harry’s thumb skimmed across the back of your hand in a soft, repetitive, soothing pattern. “I love you”, he reminded you, thumb never halting its soft reassurance against your skin.

“I know”, you smiled up at him. “But I love you more”.

-

Unconsciously searching for the other’s hand whilst asleep

If you were to ask Harry when he knew you’d be in his life forever, he’d have told you when the two of you were 5. Teasing from the other kids about you being best friends with each other was almost never-ending, but you and Harry always found a way to make light of it.

It wasn’t uncommon to see you and Harry playing with the dolls amongst the other little girls or racing around through the mud with the other boys. Everyone quickly learnt that where Harry went, you went and where you went, Harry went.

Harry knew you were going to be his bestest friend forever when he’d sat down on the grass to play and realised that there were no toys left. You’d come and sat down next to him and you’d played in the mud together, making daisy chains and mud pies and potions that you stirred with sticks, never caring about the dirt coating your pretty pinafore dress.

If you were to ask Harry when he knew that your relationship was meant to last, he would fumble and stumble over his words, not really knowing what to say. It was something that brought his friends great joy, asking what he saw in the future for the two of you. After all, you had been together since you were 15.

The night Harry realised you were his one great love was rather anti-climatic. There was no fireworks or mind-blowing kiss or Earth shattering sex. In fact, you were curled up asleep next to Harry, hair piled on top of your head and the hem of one of his Sidemen Clothing shirts riding up on your thigh.

He’d shut his computer down and gotten ready for bed, sliding in next to you as quietly as possible. Whilst he was lounging in bed next to you, attention focused on the screen of his phone, you’d started shifting beside him. Harry laid stock still, not wanting to wake you up with any movements.

Instead, you reached a hand across the bed, seemingly searching for something. When you couldn’t find whatever it was you were looking for, a frown settled itself onto your face. Harry was sure you were dreaming, but couldn’t resist closing the gap between your fingers and his.

The minute Harry hooked his fingers around yours, the frown on your face disappeared, replaced by a soft, blissful smile. Harry had known you long enough and knew you well enough to know that you were still fast asleep, the gentle sighs falling from your mouth being a dead giveaway.

So, if you asked Harry when he knew that your love was meant to last, he’d tell anyone that listened that it was the moment he realised you loved him even in your dreams.

[butterfrogmantis]

how did grouchy and vanity become a couple?

what's there story

Aha! I have a fic on it! "True Colours" which you can find here!

It's actually my most popular Smurfs fic which is a bit surprising for such a small fandom and the fact it was my first and by no means best fic - but if the people like it then I'm happy to have provided!!

To summarise the events into one paragraph:

Vanity burns his face really badly after messing up a potion, which he's told by Papa Smurf will take 7 weeks to heal (Much too long for his liking, of course.) He wraps his entire head in bandages and spends the next day or so going around like that, including going to the dinner hall where Passive-Aggressive Smurf makes a rude comment about it. He goes home and breaks one of his mirrors. The next day, the Smurfs are playing a game of kickaround, where Passive-Aggressive apologies to Vanity, which confuses him. As they watch the game, Vanity is encouraged to join them by Smurfette. He reluctantly agrees, but during a fall, his facial bandages fall off and he runs away into the forest in horror. He's having a little break down in the forest when Grouchy appears out of seemingly nowhere, and the two have a heart to heart which Vanity finds oddly comforting, coming from Grouchy of all Smurfs. Grouchy also reveals that HE was the one that made Passive-Aggressive apologise. The two return to the village, Vanity now feeling better about his temporary appearance, and he holds Grouchy's hand under the table (as a way of saying 'thank you').

It semi-follows the events of Smurfs 2 (aka the film that made me ship them because of what felt like weird flirting throughout djsfjksjk) so by the end it's sort of implied the crush had been mutual since then :) The other's think it's a bit funny because well ... it's Vanity and Grouchy, but they don't care >:)

Vanity loves the ego boost he feels from knowing that the Smurf who 'HATES' everything likes him, and Grouchy prefers being talked at than too sometimes, which Vanity more or less does so it saved Grouchy from long conversations which he really 'hates'. Overall, unusual! But they're happy.

Well. As happy as a Smurf called Grouchy can be.

Grouchy and Vanity (c) The Smurfs