#midfielder⚽️

[blackmensuited]

[reminiscingtonight]

No surprise

[seattlesellie]

soccer!ellie x cheerleader!reader headcannons (sfw+nsfw) ⚽️💗 18+

this has been on my mind a lot.

ᥫ᭡ first of all, lets make it clear. ellie is a forward, and an attacking midfielder. when it comes to playing, ellie's a game maker. she's calculated, and knows exactly what she's doing. often times, you could catch her pacing around the midfield in what may seem like an aimless strut, but if you really look at her, you would notice those brain gears turning, she's thinking ahead. it's as if she gets inside her opponents brains and studies them. she knows exactly what their next move will be, and when the balls in-between her legs, her kicks are precise and calculated. while everybody else is chasing the ball, ellie already knows how to score the next goal, and a minute later? she does. oh— and it's her third one in the game already.

ᥫ᭡ when ellie scores, she can get a little cocky, but it took her some time and practice to get this comfortable. when she scored the first goal on her very first college game, she stood frozen in front of the goalie. her eyes narrowed in confusion, “did i…?”— and in a matter of exactly five seconds, her teammates were all over her. dragging her across the field, picking her up and cheering her on. ellie was so exultant and excited she swore she stopped breathing for a moment.

ᥫ᭡ now? when ellie scores... yeah, she knows exactly what she's worth. she points her finger to her ear, signals at the audience; "let me hear you", and nods her head when the chanting gets louder. when they shout; "williams! williams! williams!" her ego inflates in her chest, and she almost feels like a god— albeit, she's not annoying about it. it's just fun when people scream her name, you know?

ᥫ᭡ sometimes, ellie spots a cutie in the audience and hands her her sweat drenched tee with a shy smile. speaking of tee? her kit is a black shirt with blue stripes, and a royal blue, golden crown symbol. her nike socks are pulled up to her ankles, and when she jacks up her shirt to wipe some sweat off her sheeny forehead, she reveals her mouth watering abs, and a firm v line right on her lower abdomen. no wonder girls swoon over her, and no wonder she likes it.

ᥫ᭡ when ellie saw you in the audience, the last thing on her mind was handing you her tee. honestly, what she wanted to do was hide under a bench and bite the ball between her teeth. you made her too nervous, what could she say? you weren't just a cutie in the audience, you were drop dead gorgeous, you wore that cheerleading outfit and you cheered for her— well, for her team, and for some reason she couldn't quite recognize, you paid her no mind. you were the only one who didn't flash her flirty, playful smiles after the won a big game, and you were the only one who made her heart feel like it was dropping right to her pants.

ᥫ᭡ after scoring three goals, she finally spotted you. you had your pom pom's in your hands, and you were talking to two of your friends. after you noticed she was looking, practically staring, you raised her a small, shy smile, and her breath quickened. right when she waved at you, you turned around. then— she pretended to wave at someone else. that, led her blush to creep down to her chest. she fumbled the ball twice, almost tripped on her shoelaces and received one yellow card, that turned into two yellow cards— when she decided that arguing with the referee wouldn't be a stupid decision.

ᥫ᭡ ellie has access to her teams instagram account, so she stalks you from there. obviously, she doesn't follow you on her personal account because at the end of the day she's a terrified loser, hence why she's right here, at 9pm, on her best friends bed, logged on to the jackson's tigers. she comes across a picture of you from december. she groaned at how pretty you are, dropped her phone right on her forehead and... double tapped. "oh fuckfuckfuckfuck" "fucking hate this fucking phone... DINA! HELP" ᥫ᭡ when you asked her teammate about it the next day, ellie was near, and she turned her head to the other direction so swiftly her neck almost cracked. then, that night, she concluded that the smartest thing to do was to spam like all of the jacksons tigers cheerleaders posts and comment "out favorite cheerleaders!" on one of your pictures from practice.

you were so freaking confused.

ellie thought she was a genius.

ᥫ᭡ clearly, ellie talks about you with her teammates. she talks about you so much they practically call her a “fucking idiot” for not asking you out already. it always begins with “that one cheerleader…” and then, they immediately roll their eyes, because they know who she’s talking about, and for some reason— she refuses to use your name. she says it's because she doesn't remember it. they think it's because she's a loser. “one cheerleader”, as if there were truly any others on her mind.

ᥫ᭡ when she asked you out for the first time, it was right after a game. a 6:1 game. she felt so triumphant and the adrenaline rushed through her veins, it was almost a given. she was going to ask you out. today. right now. she walked over, fanning herself with her tee, absentmindedly flashing her abs, you looked at her and smiled so softly she felt as if she was going to choke. “good game, williams” you bubbled, and now, what fucking game and who’s fucking williams? so flustered, all she wanted to do was join the water polo team and drown herself in the pool. “hey… you want my shirt?” she muttered, could you tell she was breathless?. right, her shirt, this is the move.

“for…?” you responded, tilting your head.

she stammered, and toyed with the hem of her tee. “for um…” for? for? for? “for the…” she huffed, scratching her neck.

“for our date?”

ᥫ᭡ for your first date, she took you out for milkshakes. although they were two dollars each, she insisted on paying and nearly dropped her wallet on the floor. "no, really, let me… please?", and who could say no to that? you two practically talked about nothing and everything at the same time. she teased you about being a cheerleader; "all you do is jump around" (she knew it wasn't true, she just wanted to see how cute you'd get when you're pissed) and somehow, you weren't pissed. you responded with a grin.

"and all you do is run around and chase the ball like a dog"

ᥫ᭡ she truly felt like if she didn't kiss you right now she might die, so she did. she crawled under the booth like an idiot, and sat directly next to you. her eyes darted form your lips to your eyes, to your lips again.

"are you gonna ki—"

ᥫ᭡ the next moment you knew, her hand was on the back of your neck, and her lips crashed into yours. when she pulled away, cheeks flushed and lips still parted, she whispered a breathy "yeah, gonna kiss you".

after that night? you two were inseparable, glued by the hip.

ᥫ᭡ ellie gets incredibly in her head before games. she's slightly anxiety ridden, paces in fast circles around the room just huffing under her breath about different strategies, and what her opponents will do. "if i get a penalty kick..." she begins, and she looks so angry and pouty you have a feeling that you know exactly what's gonna help. the best remedy to her nerves? you. it's as if a comically large lightbulb appears over your head. "wait, what's a panel kick?" you question, tilting your head. you give her this pout, like you're stupid— but you know exactly what a penalty is, you've been to about ten games already. she chuckles softly under her breath and shifts her body towards you. "penalty, babe, it's penalty kick" then, you ask her to explain. she sits down on the bed, pats her thigh and signals you to sit on her lap. when you do, it begins. all she does is elliesplain soccer to you, and suddenly all of her nerves are gone. she doesn't know what you're doing, or maybe she does, but truly, she doesn't mind. your touch light as a feather, you caress her arm as she rambles on and on, and at one point— you're not even listening. you fully are just staring into her eyes, focusing on making her feel good. you get off from her lap, and signal her to place her head on your thighs. "keep going, els" you softly hum. "and then... on that one game, messi and ronaldo, like—“ then, she yawns, and her voice has that sweet, lazy raspiness to it, gets breathier and softer. she dozes off right on your thigh. when she wakes up, she huffs a small "thank you", and you know it's sincere. she kisses your jaw, gently holds your wrist, brings it up to her chaste lips, and pecks it softly. "you're too cute, you know that?"

ᥫ᭡ once you two started dating, you no longer felt like the teams cheerleader, you felt like you were ellie's, and ellie's only. obviously, you dont make it clear to them, but when you cheer— you keep your eyes glued on her. you sneak extra glances, and sweet smiles just for ellie. when the chant ends with a "go team!" you mouth her a small "go... ellie" and to that, she grins, and cocks her head.

you give ellie her final hug, before she has to go on the field. "go ellie?" she whispers in your ear. "yeah" you bite your lip, swallowing a giggle, and her hand pinches your waist. "oh yeah?", and it's so raspy and teasing that it makes your knees nearly give up on you. "good luck, williams" you kiss her on the cheek, but she tsk's, grabs your jaw and kisses you hard, in front of everybody.

"don't need luck when you're right here"

ᥫ᭡ when ellie scores, she dedicates the goal to you. she’s scanning the audience, and when she finds you, jumping up and down, clapping your hands and screaming her name, she points at you, and only at you. "this one's for you" she mouths. truthfully? all of them are. as soon as the game ends, her teams all over her. picking her up, carrying her around— that's until she spots you, sucking on your bottom lip and smiling so big it's making her heart practically melt. "wait a sec, guys..." she walks off, and when they groan, she shrugs; "gotta say hi to my girlf—" before she even finishes her sentence, you're jumping in her arms. she picks you up, spins you around and giggles so loud even her teammates can't help but join in. "you're my fucking champion, ellie" you praise, looking deep into her eyes.

"you're my champion" she won. and yet, you still are.

"but you won!!" you argue, fuck— your heads starting to spin.

"only won cause you’re here, only fucking reason" and maybe, it is.

ᥫ᭡ you made her a good luck charm bracelet, and decorated it with blue, black, golden beads. she wears it on her her left wrist, to every single game. she doesn't exactly believe in luck, but she believes in you, and she believes that somehow, every game she won was because of that charm.

nsfw 💗:

ᥫ᭡ the no sex before a big game policy her coach had forced upon the team popped like a little bubble when you two met. one time, one of her friends talked about it with you. you had no idea that was even a thing. the only sentence she said afterwards, was "if coach finds out, she's toast" oh.

ᥫ᭡ one thing about ellie is that she's obsessed with fucking you in your cheerleading outfit. makes you do a little spin, and then takes your top off. when it comes to the skirt? "leave it on, babe". she thinks it has to be a kink or something, because when she watches you cheer, your skirt slightly hiking up and revealing a little of your upper thigh, she loses her mind. she has to bite on her tongue and her face goes all red, you’re killing her— did you know that?

she's sat comfortably on the bed, dressed in her grey sweats and sports bra, whilst you demonstrate your cute little dance. "first, i have to kick my leg up" — and when you do, your panties poke through and she has to swallow hard. "yeah? what else" she places her palms on her thighs, spreads them, and keeps her eyes glued on your body. "then... a little spin" you twirl, and the air lifts your skirt up. to that, she mutters a curse word under her breath.

"do that again"

"ellie…” you whine, and before she has time to respond, you just do it again.

she nods her head up and down. "take your panties off"

you don't listen, do you? deciding on giving her that bratty attitude, she tells you again. "i said... take those panties off"

you stand in front of her, lifting your brow. she gets on her knees, places a soft kiss on your inner thigh, pats it lightly, takes them off for you and stuffs them in her pocket.

"now, do that spin again"

ᥫ᭡ when you take her strap while wearing your skirt, she truly goes crazy. makes you bounce on it as the fabric flaps around, fully just teasing her, and she's just as close to cumming as you are. "fuck! mmmph-ellie!" you wail, incoherently so, and it sounds like pure gibberish. "again, say my name again" she hisses, and now— she's practically fucking it into you, rolling her hips so you don't even have to move a muscle. the only thing you do, is spread your puffy folds open for her, hiking up your skirt so she gets a good view of your pussy and your erect little clit, pumping just for her. "i said... fuck— again" "ellie!" you gasp, and the look on her face is a look of pure bliss, of pure smugness, cocky satisfaction. "that's it…”

ᥫ᭡ when she has a big game coming up, truthfully, so do you. cheering might not be as intense, and it's not a damn competition, but you work just as hard. which is why... she makes you chant those cheering athems while she's inside of you. maybe, it'll make you remember them better.

"what comes next, huh?" she croaks, circling your clit with her thumb whilst deliciously splitting you open with her strap. "then its... it's... oh— ellie" you sob, clenching around her as if she might run away if you won't. "it's...?" she teases, and takes your cheeks between her fingers. "it's... go t—t—team" you whimper, squeaking like a dog's chew toy. "i dont think that's quite right" she manages to keep her voice steady, but her movements are anything but. she's panting, and encourages you on. "c'mon— gotta remember it f'me, you can do it" she grunts, gives your ass a little slap that makes you squirm. she grabs the fat between her palms, and nods her head. you can truly do it, you know you can. "it's... it's go el— go ellie" with the sound of her name, she fastens her pace, both inside of your achy cunt, and right on your clit. "el— el— gonna c—cu!" you cry out, holding on to her wrist while she hovers on top. "you're gonna what?" now, her voice is just as unsteady, with the base of the strap hitting her puffy, wet clit. "c—cum" when you manage to cry, it washes over you, mind boggling, makes your entire body jolt till you're shaking beneath her. she helps you ride it out,

"take it— fuck— take what's yours, take it.”

“that's my girl"

ᥫ᭡ anyways, ellie is obsessed with the way her name sounds as it leaves your mouth. obsessed with hearing you scream it, whimper it, whine it, obsessed when it comes out shaky, and obsessed when it's crystal clear. her favorite one though? "go... ellie!"

ᥫ᭡ if she loses a game... oh, what a sore loser. she puts the blame entirely on herself, especially with her new role as the teams captain. but oh, how lucky she is, to have such a considerate girlfriend. when you two got home from the game, you laid on the bed. she gave your hand a little squeeze;

"gonna shower" and she lifts her body or of the mattress. “dont wait up, babe— go to sleep"

she opens the bathroom door, and the water start streaming. you really won't go to sleep though, would you? what you do instead, oh...

you go through her bag, aimlessly looking for something... something, that will make her feel better. something that will show her she's the boss, whether she loses or wins.

her tee. "WILLIAMS" on the back, with the number "7" right below. you can't help but chuckle, grin— even, and do a little dance before you put it on. it's sweaty, damp, but you don't seem mind. you take off your shirt, your bra and your panties, and you wear it. it smells like her and it caresses right over your nipples, you almost have to stop from being so nasty and touching yourself with whilst she's showering. you're wearing her tee, her name— williams— you're hers. williams fucking girl. you sit pretty on the bed, legs wide open, and you wait. you wait and you wait and you wait— till you no longer hear the water streaming. she opens the door, and if your heart skipped a beat, ellie was pure having heart palpitations. she groaned loudly, and you almost felt the air she let out on your skin. "what is... what—“ she moves closer, and her eyes look hungry, ravenous.

"m'showing you.." you purr, in an attempt to hide the nervousness in your voice. you turn around, on all fours, purposely flashing her your ass and your cunt when the tee rides up. you point at your back. "who i belong to...”

ellie's never moved so quickly in her life, not even when she's chasing the ball. she yanks you by the tee, and pulls you closer to her chest. "yeah?" she whispers, as if she doesn't already know the answer. she nibbles on your neck, and you whimper.

"all yours... captain"

oh fuck.

[milaisreading]

hallo!! I really like your writing😆😆

Bisakah kamu membuat reaksi karakter kunci biru jika mereka tahu bahwa CD!yn adalah perempuan? (termasuk dunia 5, BM, Ubers, PXG, JFA, dan dunia.)

Sorry, my english is bad (english is not my first language)😓😓

🌱🩷: So I used Google translate bcs the middle part was written in Indonesian. And as far as I understood, you want me to write how the teams, World 5, and the world might react to Crossdresser!yn being a girl. I hope this was translated correctly. Sure, no problem! Hope u like this🫶🏻

Warnings: Reader uses she/her. Requests are open

⚽️Blue Lock belongs to Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura ⚽️

Manshine City:

Chris: So, you are a girl?

CD!Yn: Yep!

Chris: Aha... *looks at Nagi, Reo, and Chigiri*

Chigiri, blushing as he avoided eye-contact with YN: WE DIDN'T KNOW, I SWEAR!

Nagi:...

Reo, trying to keep his cool: This is so embarrassing. Explains why I always thought you were too cute for a boy.

CD!Yn: What?

Chris, pulling her behind him: Stay back from my child!

Reo:...

Chigiri:...

Nagi with his Miffy face: Does that mean I can dress you up as a maid?

Chigiri starts nose bleeding, Reo is scolding him, while Yn tries to leave the place.

Chris: 20 laps around the facility, Nagi!

Ubers:

Snuffy: So, only Barou knew about this?

CD!Yn: Well, him, Isagi, Ego-san, and Teieri-san.

Barou is in the corner getting rinsed by Oliver and Sendou on why he didn't tell them.

Oliver: You mean I might have had a shot?

Sendou: So the whole time I was crushing on a real girl?! *blush intensifies*

Niko had already fainted in another corner while Aryu was uncharacteristically silent as he stared at her.

Snuffy: Lorenzo, keep Yn away from these guys.

Lorenzo, already escorting her out: Let's go and get something to eat

CD!Yn: Ok? Did Aryu just faint?!

BM:

Kaiser: There is no way you are a girl! You are flat!-

Noa ends up bonking him on the head.

CD!Yn: And you have rat hair! *embarrassed*

Noa: And you knew this, Isagi?

Isagi, who was trying his best to calm Kurona down: She told me so during our 2nd selection process.

CD!Yn: True! Yukimiya, you haven't blinked once during this whole ordeal.

Yukimiya, in an attempt to rebuke it blinked once: I did! By the way, we can model together.

Hiori, acting like her bodyguard along with Kunigami and Gagamaru

Gagamaru: We will protect you from unwanted attention!

Kunigmai: Just stay around us.

Hiori: Yes! Don't worry, you are in good hands!

CD!Yn: Thank you!

Ness is meanwhile in a corner, recalling that one time he nearly walked in on Yn showering: AHHH! THIS IS ALL A MESS!

Kurona, after finally calming down: either guy or girl, Yn is still the cutest

Isagi: Very true!

PXG:

Charles: Still would date you!

CD!Yn: Date?! Aren't you disgusted I lied?!

Charles: Nope *pulls her into a hug* I still admire your abilities as a midfielder. Besides, I always had a thing for tall girls!

Yn starts blushing more as Ri and Karasu attempt to pull her away.

Rin, unsure about his own feelings for Yn now: Get off of her, you leach!

Karasu, still trying to comprehend he shared a room with a girl: She has her personal space! Let her go.

Charles: No~

CD!YN: C-calm down everyone!

Shidou is meanwhile excited by the idea that he got beat up by a girl once. Tokimitsu is trying to comprehend everything to the best of his abilities.

Tokimitsu: Girl or not, she is still our captain. Tho, I think she would look really cute in a dress *blushes*

Barcha:

Lavinho, absent-mindedly pats her head: Aha... well, that is quite the surprise you made for us, little lady.

CD!Yn: Yeah, sorry about keeping it a secret.

Otoya, slides next to her and put an arm around her shoulder: So, wanna go out? I know the perfect spot around here

Bachira, pouting and trying to pull Yn away: Get your dirty hands off of her, playboy!

Lavinho: You both leave her alone!

JFA was meanwhile calling Anri and Ego on every phone available. The calls varied either between scolding them for keeping this a secret, or offering to transfer Yn into the female national team.

Ego: Absolutely not! She is not leaving this facility and the JFA can't demand that either.

Anri: Yep! Yep! Besides, we will have now a person more to help with practices!

World 5:

Loki: So you are a girl?

CD!Yn: Yes, you took this surprisingly well.

Loki, blushing a little: Well, it was weirder to me that you showed much more empathy to my situation than the rest. This is very mild.

Pablo and Adam are meanwhile in a corner thinking of ideas to protect her from the boys on her team.

Dada: Don't worry, little lady. We will protect you in case this causes you trouble

CD!Yn: Huh? But I don't need protection-

Luna, pats her on the head: If anyone says anything, we will shut them up. Now, what did you say about your parents forcing you into this?

Pablo: I need addresses and names

Adam: Preferably now

CD!Yn gulps in fear as she saw the dark shadows looming over the World 5.

CD!Yn, thinking: should have kept my mouth shut

The rest of the world was either shocked or not that much surprised. The rest of the week is either spent on trying to figure out how Yn was outperforming the rest, while the other part was arguing over who would be the better boyfriend for her.

[saltandfire-blog]

Team Black Brothers ⚽️AU

"Each of them handsome, wise...and Strong." 😉

Lucerys Velaryon - center midfielder for the KL Dragons

inspired by Sergej Milinkovic-Savic, an incredibly tall footballer who's very talented and just so happens provided the perfect thigh flash pose to use. 💎

Jacaerys Velaryon - the Prince of Dragonstone who broke everyone's heart when he left to play for Braavos.

Obviously the Braavos jersey is Barcelona influenced ❤️💙 sponsored by the Faceless Men of course 😜

Jace is always the hot tempered one who argues with the ref and is the first to bounce back up when a foul isn't called! And yes, he is the big brother who got outgrown by all his younger siblings and hates taking pictures next to them.

Andddd last but not least -

Joffrey Velaryon - a Keeper who plays for Queen Alyssa University

resembling a baby Ryan Corr and also inspired by Sergej's brother Vanja Milinkovic-Savic, another footballer who could just as easily be a Breakbones JR in rl. The neck tattoos were also taken from Neymar and given a little asoiaf twist!

all characters are from a HOTD ⚽️ AU shortfic Transitions.

@lonelymagpies really outdid herself with this one 👌

[lottluvs]

Shinpads and kisses. ( ⚽️ )

lottieshauna week 2024 day 1: soccer ⚽️ 🥅 ( @lottieshaunaweek2024 )

pairing : lottieshauna , crushing shauna , bold lottie , district game , one shot , fluff , sloppy-ish kissing .

summary : a good luck charm even as a small gesture becomes the reason they win the game , and maybe that gesture blooms into opportunity . .

updated 11/12/24 : I added more to this fic due to it being too short , enjoy!

lottluvs , feel free to translate with credit . . open to criticism 🌱

a/n : two posts in one night wow ! on top of that it’s for lottieshauna week ! I love these two my skurnkiesskkgnsgng

“Hey Shauna, do you wanna swap a shinpad?” 

Lottie Matthews and Shauna Shipman sat in the girls locker room at WHS, their school was hosting the district game this year, and it was about an hour before the girls would start practicing for their game.

“Swap a your sweaty shinpad for my sweaty shinpad?”

Lottie played defender, and Shauna played midfielder, two very different roles. One pushes the ball away from the goal by clearing it, the other carries it up for the forwards to push up and score. 

“Yeah it’s like for good luck, and we wear the same sized shinpad so it shouldn’t hurt our performance, unless you’re irked out by sweat or something.”

Though they were never too close on the field unless playing full defense, there would always be something, some sort of tension between them, not negative tension, but some sort of longing. Lottie would sometimes get distracted looking at Shauna, and Shauna would sometimes be distracted by Lottie. Nonetheless, outside of the games and practices, they’d be seen having conversations off and on about soccer, who would be where for the next game, and what drama would come up.

“No actually, that sounds fun, here, let me grab it!”

As the girls left the locker room, Shauna and Lottie held pinkie fingers, despite the opposing team having crowd favorite, they knew no matter what, the game would be great. 

“Tell you what Shauna, if we win this game, ill have a surprise for you.”

As the game hit the fourth quarter, the teams were tied 4-4, and the opposing team swapped their forwards, pushing an offensive threat, trying to score in due time. Lottie however, was fast enough to clear the ball that was passed… using Shauna’s shinpad to stop the ball, and similarly, when the ball cleared from Lottie in the air, Shauna used Lottie’s shinpad to stop the ball, running it up the sideline, not pushing offsides, and scoring, pulling the district win for the Yellowjackets. 

As the team rushed to hug Shauna, she had her eyes set on one person, one person jogging over with her stupid quirky smile. Pushing through the girls, Shauna and Lottie connected arms faster than any ball had been scored on the field, the cheering echoing through the crowds was enough to tell them how well Shauna did, and they were both proud of one another, of the team, of the Yellowjackets.

“I’m so proud of you Shauna!!” Lottie shook Shauna in her arms.

“I’m proud of us.” She replied hugging her tighter.

And just like that, the girls were set for nationals.

~

Later on in the locker room, full of the echos of “good games,” and affirmations, Lottie and Shauna stood in front of one of the mirrors in the back, wiping their faces off and brushing their hair through enough to survive another hour until they got to shower. Shauna exchanging glances of anticipation to Lottie, who caught wind of her questioning demeanor. There was something about way Shaunas eyes lingered a little too long on the curve of Lotties shoulders, the way her damp hair clung to her neck. There was a sharpness to the way Shauna watched—like she was trying to commit every detail to memory, trying to pretend it didn’t matter.

But it did.

Every motion Lottie made seemed to be in slow motion. The easy way they slipped into their clothes, the casual flick of a towel over their shoulder—it all made something stir in Shauna, a warmth that had nothing to do with the heat of the room.

“Waiting for something?” Lottie murmured,

“You said you had a surprise for me.”

Lottie giggled at Shaunas words as she grabbed her by the wrist and gently pulled her toward the dim shower rooms, looking around to make sure no one was in their line of view, then pulled a curtain blocking them from the rest of the world.

“Lottie? Is there something you need to tell me?” Shauna chuckled, unable to read the expression on the dark haired girl in front of her.

“Shauna..” Lottie pushed her into the wall, back gently settling into the tiles. Raising a hand to graze her cheek, the left hand homing itself on Shauna’s hip. Her face drawing itself in slowly. As Shauna was about to give in, something stopped her.

“Wait— there’s something I need to tell you first.” She squeaked, placing a hand on Lottie’s chest. “Lottie- I don’t know how to say this, but-“

Shauna’s words faltered, her breath catching in her throat as she looked at Lottie’s face, her heart pounding too loudly in her ears. She felt an inexplicable pressure building between them, an undeniable force pulling her closer, like the space between them was shrinking with each passing second.

Lottie’s gaze softened, a faint smile playing at the corners of her lips, but there was something unreadable in her eyes—curiosity, anticipation, maybe a little concern. Shauna felt her hands trembling, but she couldn’t look away.Shauna took a shaky breath, trying to steady herself. “ I think I might—” She swallowed hard, suddenly too aware of how close they were, of how the air seemed thick with everything left unsaid.

Lottie tilted her head slightly, her eyes searching Shauna’s face, her lips parting as if to say something. The air between them felt heavier now, charged with an almost tangible pull. Lottie's body was inches from Shauna's, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths, the heat of her skin almost burning through the thin fabric of her shirt. She could feel the soft brush of Lottie's breath on her face, the faintest scent of shampoo and the lingering warmth of the room making her head spin.

Her lips parted, barely an inch from the taller girl, as if the words she wanted to say were caught in her throat, or maybe she was just waiting for Lottie to speak first. Her eyes flickered between Shauna's lips and her eyes, an unspoken need in the way she held Shauna's gaze, as though she was silently pleading for something more. The longer Shauna stayed still, the more Lottie seemed to lean in, her body inching closer with every breath, drawn by some magnetic force neither of them could deny. The space between them was narrowing, the air electric, and Shauna knew, without a doubt, that Lottie was waiting for her to close that final gap.

“I think I love you.” Shauna whispered, her voice barely audible but full of the weight of everything she hadn’t said until now.

“I’ve been waiting so long for you to say that..” She chuckled, finally closing the gap, lips crashing and fitting like a glove. The kiss was slow at first, tentative, as if both were testing the waters. But as the heat between them grew, something shifted, an unspoken surrender. The kiss deepened, a quiet urgency threading through their movements, and the world around them seemed to fall away, until all that existed was the soft pressure of lips and the electric pull of each other's presence. Time itself felt suspended, the rhythm of their breaths merging into something that felt like an unspoken promise. It was as though they were no longer two separate people, but one shared heartbeat, synchronized in a moment that stretched into longing, faster, hands travelled, and noises broke barriers, and just as Lottie pulled away, Shauna whined.

“I love you too Shauna, I’m so glad you feel the same.” She panted, saliva around her mouth.

The two smiled, placing their foreheads together. Lotties hands still on Shaunas hips.

“Maybe that shinpad really was good luck.”

[jamiesfootball]

Idk if this is how you do this but ⚽️ I’ve seen some bits and bops and want more!!!

⚽️

From this ask game. Terribly sorry this took so long to get around to

Around his third year as manager, Roy gives up.

“It’s not fucking working,” he complains, throwing the fucking packet onto the fucking coffee table, where it slides of the edge and spills onto the fucking floor in a flutter of papers.

Jamie looks up from his game to cock his head to the side and peer nosily at the evidence that Roy just isn’t any fucking good at this part of his job. He toes halfheartedly at one of the diagrams before refocusing his attention onto his Switch. “Is that from the sky meeting?”

The sky meeting was the big, day long meeting between Roy and the other assistant coaches after the roster was mostly settled where they tried to figure out the particulars of their strategy going into the season. When he’d been in the meeting, it’d felt like a good one. New ideas, clever ones; he had a good group of minds brighter than his to keep things moving forward. Except-

“It’s all fucking bullshit. What a bloody waste of time. Why not just invert every position and have the goalkeepers duke it out midfield.”

A smile strikes across Jamie’s face. “Ours would win.”

“Oh, Kellman would murder them,” he agrees. Fondness for their perpetually irritated keeper creeps into his chest, undoing some of the stress. Some of it. He digs his fingers into his brow. “That’s not the problem.”

“Alright,” says Jamie. He pauses his game and sets it facedown in his lap. “Talk it out with me then — what’s the problem, Coach?”

[footiehoemcfc]

3 in a row, 5 in 6 seasons, arsenal bottled it, we have the goat manager, we have the norwegian viking robot, we have the goat of midfielders, we have the best cb pairing, the best cdm, world cup winner, sterling is giving us guard of honor, cancelo may not even win the league in germany

Today is a good day my city girls slayy💙🤍⚽️🏆🏆🏆

[leveloneandup]

drive_x_strike #chanclásico #ertzsogood 🩴🌞🌊 ⚽️🇺🇸NWSL 2023 SoCal Derby Angel City FC vs San Diego Wave FC

📸Angel City/USA Midfielder Julie Ertz returns to NWSL action for the first time since May 2021

(Photo: Noel Danseco @drive_x_strike 2023)

[kumabeom]

this love : taehyun

soccer captain and his teammates ⚽️

synopsis: what happens when soccer player!kang taehyun, who isn’t focused on school but is smart enough to pass, sees yn walk in the hallways nearly everyday after homecoming. taehyun’s new hallway crush begins to grow into something bigger, but what happens when he has to make a choice between yn or continuing to fail school ? will taehyun be able to focus on sports, classes, and trying to win yn over ?

kang taehyun ★ : soccer captain, 17 years old. pretty smart but doesn’t try. plays as the center back for his high school soccer team. he has everything that a person wants : kind, athletic, and genuine.

choi yeonjun ☀︎ : 18 years old, taehyun’s co-captain, everyone relies on him for advice because the older you get the wiser you are ! known for his crazy stunts and pranks he likes to pull. serves as the quarter back for his team.

choi soobin ☁︎ : 18 years old, he’s more liked among the soccer team due to his personality and kindness. typically just likes to plant flowers, so why is he in the soccer team ? he serves as the midfielder for his team.

huening kai ♦︎ : 16 years old, youngest on the soccer team. he’s been soobin’s best friend since childhood, and typically looks up to him for advice. also the most liked alongside soobin just because he’s such a nice person. he is the teams goalie.

©️kumabeom

permanent taglist : @run2seob @soobadooba @soobnuuy @pockychuwu @crazynyctophilia

an : ooooh !!! having so much fun writing the first chapter !! but here are the first half of the profiles. sorry if posts are kinda spread out, i have a final essay to write which won’t be too difficult just because it’s literally a movie review and whenever i talk about things that i like, i can really ramble !! also, finals week is approaching so during this week for holidays, i will try to work as much as i can !!

[kidflashimpulse]

There is a high chance I asked this already (and another high chance that you already answered it…) but if I didn’t: what do you think the Outsider’s positions would be in a soccer/football ⚽️ team?

u have and i have been hoarding it in my drafts like a dragon hoards gold because i’m not exaggerating when i say that it’s probably one of the most important questions i had ever received in my life LOL i spent forever on my response but wasn’t happy with it so i kept it in my drafts, i’m so sorry 😭

yeah i wasn’t quick with it… A THOUSAND APOLOGIES ☠️

anyway here’s the gist of what i was writing:

so what i wrote for garfield stays the same

jaime reyes: continuing from what i was saying he’d make a powerful offensive goalkeeper who’s essentially an additional teammate on the field. He can practically make the game from the goal, has great judgement of the pitch and navigation of his own teams defence and against the opponents attacks. + strong durability and precision to catch goals, he’s the best goalkeeper i could think of.

bart allen: midfielder and/or second striker as a winger, depending on the offensive played - his position needs to be agile/fast to pick up on swift changes in the game and to open up opportunities as well as quickly adapt. as a winger he also needs to be able to endure high intensity moments with lots of stamina, his central purpose is to provide assists but he has strong footwork so he can easily be a traditional striker but his personality is too all over the place for him to be like that it would probably bore him and then he’d lose the ball lol he prefers backhanded trick work to support a strike and keep his head in the game lol

virgil hawkins: capable midfielder who has a great sense of reading the match + complemented by his equally strong offense and defense he’s an asset to have in the midfield because by reading the match he can do his best to control and assist its development

cassandra sandsmark: CAPTAIN (she’s got the headstrong personality) and a powerful striker, she’s versatile in her capabilities (can fallback to provide incredibly strong defense and has the stamina for that) but for the formation she’s key as a centre striker

eduardo dorado jr: the man and the legend and the reason why we r having this conversation in the first place (peep the no. 10 i’ve got u edu) anyway i see him as a traditional forward striker, he’s got the height and technical skills to his advantage and from where he is by the wings he can read the match well and is quick to adapt

tara markov: easily defense by the wing

forager: defense no brainier

tim drake: his performance and strategic skills makes him a calculated asset as a centre defender, especially since among the defence mentioned he probably has the most height advantage

courtney whitmore: sub midfielder

windfall: defense

livewire: sub striker

looker: sub defense

conner kent: easily a strong defense and he can rush to the midfield/front whenever his team is playing heavy on the offense

anyway here’s the formation 😂 i’m more than happy to hear yalls thoughts lol

[inhonoredglory]

(Some of) Luka Modric's contributions to Real Madrid demolishing Liverpool in the Champions League Round of 16 (21 Feb 2023):

1-3: Modric's free kick assist to Militãu's goal ⚽️

4: Modric's many defensive presses 🛡

5-8: Modric's insane midfield sprint that led to Benzema putting RMA up 5-2 👑

[3-2-whump]

Khaled—what are your fav soccer moves? Preferred position to play? Got a fav player?

J: Heads up, when Khaled says ‘football’ he means your ‘soccer.’ It’s just a regional difference.

K: Oh, I love it when I fake an opponent out by doing a shoulder drop in the exact opposite direction I intend to go 😊 next thing they know they’ve pivoted to their left when I’m already turned right and running with the ball a third of the way down the pitch! Works every time.

I generally like playing central midfielder because it makes me feel more involved, though I understand defense players just as important to the team, too ⚽️ generally I prefer the more offensive positions over defense though, it’s just my preference (shrugs and laughs a little)

Fav player? Well, there was this boy a couple years older than me who was like, really good. We used to play on the football pitch behind the school when school was over, or in the streets and alleyways when I dropped out and started working. He was a pleasure to play with on the same team, or against on a rival team, and I would not be surprised if that guy got scouted by a pro football league, assuming he hasn’t been already. So, Mohamed, if you’re reading this, I still think you’re awesome 👍🏼

[milaisreading]

🌱🩷: So... this happened...

Pairings:

Yandere!Kainess x Crossdresser!Yn

Warnings: Reader uses she/her, but the characters use he/him when talking about/to her. It's a yandere story, read at your own risk. Requests are open fyi

⚽️Blue Lock belongs to Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura

"What?" (Y/n) raised an eyebrow as she stared at Ness and Kaiser, the two Germans having her cornered in the hallway late at night. She didn't really dislike the duo she was forced to room with, but that didn't mean she enjoyed talking to them much. After all, one is bossy and a show off, while the other was overall alright unless someone insults Kaiser. So, that's why (Y/n) mostly kept her conversations with Ness and Kaiser at a minimum and as polite as possible. That being said, she was never polite to the point where the duo could believe they could boss her around or demand anything. So how she found herself in this situation was beyond her understanding.

"You heard me." Kaiser's voice cut off her stream of thoughts and she looked back at the blonde.

"I want you to play with Ness and I. After all, you are wasting your skills and potential on Yoichi and his little crowd." Kaiser smirked as he saw (Y/n)'s confused face turn into a frown.

"Besides, wouldn't it be better to play for someone you know will score. Join us instead." Ness added in, sporting his usual smile.

"I already said it once, I play with Isagi. The Manshine and Barcha matches showed you as much. Leave me alone." (Y/n) said, agitated with Kaiser and Ness's pestering. It's been going on ever since the Barcha match ended.

"Oh? Really? So it's a definite no from you?" Although Kaiser was smirking, both Ness and (Y/n) could hear the agitated tone in his voice.

"Yes." She rolled her eyes, pushing both Germans away so that she could make her way back to Noa's room.

"I have to go and look after Isagi. I don't have time for your shenanigans."

Both Kaiser and Ness watched as the player walked off, not offering them even one glance back.

"Just wait, you little prick! You will end up at our mercy eventually!" Ness yelled in frustration, which was fueled even more as he only received a light-hearted wave in return. Kaiser, once she was gone, dropped his smile and he punched the wall.

"Kaiser?" Ness turned to look at the blonde, equally mad.

"That little dumbass... that cute little dumbass." A smirk slowly re-appeared.

"I hate it when people don't listen to me, but at the same time I like that defiant nature of his. Will be all the more fun to watch that crumble. I will have the loyalty of that little midfielder, not Yoichi, not anyone."

"And how are we supposed to get him on our side now?" Ness finally spoke, frustrated that the player rejected them like that.

"We will find a way."

Later that night, Kaiser went to take a shower while (Y/n) was still out with her Blue Lock teammates. This gave Ness some alone time to think over everything that had happened ever since they arrived at Blue Lock. He really didn't expect things to get this complicated. All he planned with Kaiser was to crush Isagi and go back to Germany, but now... The plans were pretty much shifted. They didn't expect a certain midfielder (and defender) would somehow capture both of their hearts. There was just something about (Y/n) that Ness couldn't really put his finger on. Was it the player's tolerance of his and Kaiser's ideas? His willingness to speak up to them? Or the way he would get flustered when mad? Or was it the face (Y/n) made when one of them insulted her? Maybe it was even the adorable blush on her face when she ate something good?

"Ahhh... that adorable idiot! Why is he so stubborn? Can't he see that Kaiser and I would treat him like royalty? All he has to do is submit to us." Ness groaned into his pillow. Peeking from his pillow, the player's eyes landed on (Y/n) bed. Ness' eyes full of love and craziness.

"You will be ours... you will be mine, you adorable idiot. Even if I have to kill people."

He whispered. It was silent for a moment, and Ness started finding comfort in it when Kaiser entered the room. The magenta-eyed boy looked at the star striker who looked all flustered, but also like he discovered a cure for some disease.

"I finally figured out how we can make (Y/n) ours! And a way to end his defiance towards us both." Kaiser smirked as he sat on his bed. Now this! This caused Ness to sit up and look at his teammate in wonder.

"How?!"

"Well, turns out our dear little midfielder has been hiding who he is...or better said, who she is." Kaiser chuckled.

"She?" Ness' eyebrow was raised at that.

Minutes prior...

Kaiser had finished his shower and was planning on foing back to the room he shared with Ness and (Y/n). The 2nd midfielder still on the boy's mind.

'Such a stubborn and cute midfielder. I need to crush him and make him mine. As much as his constant rejections and protests are a turn on, they do get boring.' Kaiser hummed,  trying to think of ways to force (Y/n) into submission.

"So, how long do you plan on keeping this secret? I always get nervous it will be revealed during a game." Isagi's worried voice stopped Kaiser in his tracks.

'Huh? Yoichi? What is he talking about?' The blonde thought, trying to find out where the voice was coming from.

"I don't know. Ego-san said he will come up with something so I don't end up getting selected for the Japanese team."

'(Y/n)?! What does he mean by that?' Kaiser furrowed his eyebrows, peeking from the corner where he saw the duo. Both looked nervous as they spoke. What was going on?

"I am surprised nobody else figured out you were a girl. But I am also happy. Imagine all the mess it would have caused with the other teams."

"Right? And the press would have had a field day with this one as well." The two laughed a little, not knowing that Kaiser heard everything. The German held back a gasp as he moved away a little, not to be spotted.

'A girl?! (Y/n)... was a girl this whole time?' Kaiser's eyes were as wide as plates as those words finally sunk in.

"Say, want to go and get food sometime after Blue lock is over? Just the two of us?"

"Sure! "

As the duo talked, Kaiser slowly and quietly walked away from the spot, making his way back to the bedroom.

'A girl? Huh? Explains a lot of (Y/n)'s odd behavior. Like not wanting to shower with the rest of us or change clothes.' Kaiser's face grew redder at the thought.

"But... this is great. Finally I found a way I could control hi-her..." The blonde smirked as a plan was formed in his head.

Present time...

Ness' face was beet red as Kaiser finished his story.

"A girl? (Y/n) has been a girl this whole time?" The boy asked again, earning a nod from the blonde striker.

"Oh.... explains a lot then..." Ness said as he felt his heartbeat increase.

"This discovery came at the right time." Kaiser laughed a little, causing Ness to wake up from his own thoughts.

"Huh?"

"Think of it, Ness. This way we will have an easier time getting her to submit. After all, imagine the scandal and shame Japanese football would get if this came out."

"Blackmail? I like that plan." Ness smirked, finally realizing what Kaiser meant.

"Tonight's going to be fun."

After a few hours, (Y/n) finally came back fromhe hang out with Isagi and the rest. Yawning as she walked inside, she paid no mind to the two Germans and went straight to her bed. But, jer plans got cut short as she felt a pair of hands wrapping around her waist, stopping her in her tracks.

"Huh?" She blinked and looked behind her, only to find Ness grinning as his hold tightened.

"The hell, Ness? Let me go! It's rude to grab people like that." She glared at the boy, but he just gave her a nonchalant smile.

"Nope~ I like it like this more. You are quite soft, too." The boy answered, resting his head on her shoulder.

"What the-"

But before she could say more a hand grabbed her chin, causing her to look directly at a smug Kaiser.

"Now now, that's not a language a lady should be using,no?" The blonde felt his smile grow as he saw the panic in her eyes for a few seconds.

"Shut up, Kaiser. Let me go, you both." (Y/n) said back as anxiety started to bubble up in her gut.

"What? Nothing much to say for the first part? How long were you planning on playing a guy?" Kaiser challenged and as expected, got no answer in return.

"Aww~ you are cute when you are arguing with us. But, seeing you so silent is even better." Ness teased, playing with a few strands of her hair.

"You... you are funny, Kaiser. I am a guy, why would I pretend?-"

"Oh, really? That's not what you and Yoichi talked about a few hours ago. Cut the crap, we know you are a girl." Kaiser rolled his eyes, leaning closer into her.

"I... what do you want?" (Y/n) sighed in defeat, there was really no point to argue with them. Especially when she felt Ness' hold tighten even more.

"Easy, give me your loyalty and  play for me om the field. Discard Yoichi and the rest."

"Forget it-"

Before (Y/n) could protest more, Ness cut her off.

"Oh? So you want us to expose you instead? Imagine Japan becoming a laughing stock in the football world. And what about the team? Their chances of playing professionally might get destroyed, too."

(Y/n)'s eyes widened at his words, her body shaking a little. Kaiser smiled at the reaction and Ness chuckled a little.

"Just as I thought. Unless you don't want to get shamed and ruining everyone's progress in Blue lock, you better listen to us. Got it?" Kaiser challenged again, this time earning a slow nod from her.

"Good!" Ness cheered, kissing the back of her neck.

Kaiser chuckled a little and pulled the girl into a kiss. They finally got what they wanted.

[alexbkrieger13]

Snerle has been solid in the midfield and the midfield as a whole is helping move the ball forward. Defense is still kind of iffy…can see that they’re getting pulled out of position. Good thing, 🇧🇪 offense hasn’t gotten going. Please 🇩🇰 don’t fall asleep and let 🇧🇪 back in the game. 🙏🏿some P ⚽️⚽️ in the 2nd half! 👊

yea they definitely look a lot better than they did on Friday

[gadriezmannsgirl]

17 and 13⚽️🙂

13. are there any players you thing have the potential to be the next messi/ronaldo?

I think no one can be the next Messi/Cristiano, however I do think that Haaland has a lot of potential and can come closer to their level.

17. what is your dream starting XI?

I have never thought of this😂 lol. Let's not call it dream XI tho, I did this on the spot while working so...

GK: Ter Stegen

Defense: Ruben Dias, Trent Alexander-Arnold, Virgil van Dijk, Ronald Araújo

Midfielders: Modrić, Kevin de Bruyne, Pedri

Strikers: Haaland, Messi, Cristiano Ronaldo