#woman champions league

[roquebr]

The Fury

Barcelona femeni x reader

Aitana Bonmáti x reader

Summary: When all seems lost, a turnaround can be more impressive.

The rocking of the bus gives me a slight feeling of relaxation, my headphones placed carelessly in my ears, with the sound at the highest volume, hoping to hide the prevailing noise of the place.

The youngest girls on the team are very excited about today's game, it's no surprise that we are heading towards the first leg of the Champions League semi-final, simply the biggest European championship. So it's not surprising when some of them are sitting on their benches with greater concentration than the other side, which is a mess.

Everyone has their own way of preparing, mine being to ignore everyone around me as much as possible until we get to the changing rooms, music being my escape point, I always turn to Brazilian music to be my company during these moments, it's a way of feel close to home.

— Meto o chapéu na cabeça ela perde a cabeça e me fala assim... – When the song approaches the chorus, I feel a nudge on my shoulders, I pause the song and look at the intruder who disturbed me and then I relax, yeah Alexia, she knows about my pre-game ritual and I know she wouldn't disturb me for nothing.

—Hey Ale, allright?

— Yes, sorry to bother you, but we've already arrived at the stadium and the girls are already coming down.

— I lost track, I'm going too, I'm just going to get my things — I give a small smile, thanking him for his kindness.

— I see you're a little out of tune, is everything okay? – He places one of his free hands on my shoulder, with the other holding his belongings. I don't know how she manages to balance everything like that, if it were me, my cell phone would definitely be broken on the floor by now.

— Yes, I'm just concentrating on the game, you know how it is, right?

— I understand, but if you need anything you can talk to me. – I don't answer, stopping myself from just returning a kind look.

We continued walking towards the changing rooms, greeting the workers as I passed.

I know that this nervousness is not just because of the game, but because of the desire to show more than my best on the field, having arrived at the club just under a year ago, coming straight as a standout on the Ferroviária, I knew that from the beginning I had to show more than I expected.

I've had a strong presence in many of the 37 unbeaten games played so far, I've been a regular starter, but apparently I'm not good enough to start today.

As soon as Jona announced who would start before we got on the bus, my spirits immediately dropped, I know he decided the lineup thinking about preserving some prominent athletes for possible future changes of keys, but that doesn't negate my feeling of incompetence to start on the bench.

We arrive at the locker room and I immediately head to my cubicle, my headphones that have been stored for a long time no longer deprive me of Rosalía's loud voice that emanates from the absurdly loud speaker in my ears.

I change calmly, but I decide not to wear socks or football boots for now, I'm going to interpret this as a protest for being on the bench today, a bit childish I know.

I sigh and lean my head against the wall, where my game t-shirt used to hang, I watch my happy teammates as they transform and sway to the beat of the music.

I saw my girlfriend of 1 year, we met in October 2022 at Ballon D'or, I went to the event as Marta's guest after telling her in a free conversation that I would like to have the experience of going.

We talked for just over a month and soon we were dating, excited, right, but the feeling was intense and it happened, at first it was difficult because of the distance because I was in Brazil and she was in Spain, but we got through it together, whenever I could I went to visit her. there. Unfortunately, she never managed to go to Brazil, but I will resolve that during our next “vacation”.

Jona arrives in the locker room and starts his usual motivational talk, honestly I don't feel like listening to anything, with my mind confused I just focus on going to the bench.

Sit next to Alexia with Lucy on the other side, the traditional song of the champions plays bringing a smile to my face, regardless of my wounded pride, every time this anthem plays I can't help but get emotional, it's a dream that becomes childhood reality.

The first half of the game was somewhat disappointing, Barça put pressure on Chelsea's marking but unfortunately the defense did not give in, in the 39th minute came the beginning of our fall, taking advantage of a passing error from Irene that gave Chelsea close possession of the ball. to the area, making a respectable exchange of passes until he found a partner in the area, he deceived Keira's marking and passed to Cuthbert who wasted no time in scoring. We came out at half-time with 1-0 to Chelsea.

The atmosphere in the dressing room is very different to when we arrived, the totally dead Barcelona vibe contradicts the emotion I normally feel, word after word, motivation after motivation, all falling on my deaf ears as each teammate seemed focused on acquiring each lyric. said by him.

With a wave of his hand, Jona takes me aside to talk.

— YN, where are your boots?

— It's in the bank, Jona.

He sighs lightly in annoyance, the stress in his shoulders is visible.

— Look, I know you're disappointed that I didn't start today, but please put your boots on, I'll be with you on the field in about 10 minutes.

— Great Jona, I'll put it on.

Returning to the second half, a little more excited, I ask one of the physiotherapists there to put a bandage on my ankle, Sophia is her name, as I injured my ankle during the game I always put a bandage on it to avoid future injuries.

After Sophia finishes, I put on my socks and football boots, I kiss each shin guard before putting them on.

The second half began, Barça had difficulty getting into the game, then a penalty was awarded in our favor, we celebrated along with the cheers of the fans, this would be our chance to continue in the game.

The referee goes to the Var and immediately cancels the penalty, apparently the referee interprets that Salma's offside hinders the defender, nonsense if I may say so.

At 63 minutes Jona makes 2 substitutions, bringing Alexia and Lucy. Ingrid and Ona sit next to me, respectively tired and disappointed with their performances, I give both thighs a comforting squeeze.

I wait anxiously at the edge of my bench for a while, waiting for the moment when Jona replaces me. In the 74th minute, when Ramirez, Chelsea's striker, missed the chance to expand, my heart almost exploded. Patri managed to disrupt her position well, although he still let her to finish the shot.

— Jonas!! – He doesn’t even turn around in recognition.

— Que saco mano. – I go down towards him who was on the side of the field. — Jona, am I going in now?

— Be patient, YN, go to warm up.

A frown appears on my face, but I do as I'm told, not before kicking the water bottle nearby. My companions give me sympathetic looks, which makes me more stressed.

At 78 minutes, the assistant coach says I'm ready and Jona calls me to the sidelines next to him.

— Listen to me, we need you now in this field, are you ready for this challenge. – She pauses only to give the numbers to the fourth referee who is preparing the replacement panel. — We need to decide this game at home, with our fans who came here to watch us play, with courage and love when we enter the field. I know you are ready for this challenge, show who you are and what you came for.

I can't find words, so I just listen, shaking my head with a determined look. I take the place of Mariona, who wishes me good luck, running to my position, passing my girlfriend, blinking and returning to focus on the game.

Time: 80m

In a quick run down the wing, Frido sends it to Caro who tries to finish, the goalkeeper saves but the rebound goes straight to my side, I don't miss the opportunity and send it into the goal. I see Salma grab the ball so we can restart the game, I run back to position, jumping and calling the fans to play together.

Time: 83m

Patri intercepts the ball in midfield, passes it to Aitana who dribbles the opponent, leaving her mistaken, I ask for the ball and soon receive it. I notice that the goalkeeper's left corner is free, I prepare my leg and take a strong low shot, I see the ball roll quickly as the goalkeeper tries to launch himself too late, then you see the net ripple. We changed the course of the game, but it's still not enough.

Time: 85m

Aitana is having an impressive run taking advantage of Chelsea's neglect, a defender in front of her, with options like me on the left and Caro on the right, with Salma right behind. Aita rolls the ball to me, I take a slight touch to the right and shoot with confidence, the ball takes a threatening curve and soon falls into the net, surprising the goalkeeper.

Now I allow myself to celebrate, I run close to the flag post and slide down on my knees, my teammates hugging me and pulling me everywhere, the euphoria was so much that it felt like we had won the Champions League right there. I felt like crying, I scored my first hat-trick in the Champions League

Time: 88m

We receive a free kick after the Chelsea player almost grabbed Aitana trying to take the ball away from her, Salma takes the free kick which hits Lucy's head, who aims the ball towards the goalkeeper's box. She came spinning through the air, landing perfectly at my feet, I beautifully pushed her towards the goal and fell into the hug. With every second that passed the crowd became louder and louder, if possible.

Time: 90m

The gas had not passed, it was getting stronger and stronger, now with a considerable advantage, we preferred to send the team back. Keeping score is crucial for the second leg in England. Although we are currently more focused on defense, that doesn't stop us from also attacking at every opportunity. The team's confidence increased and we played calmer, making more passes and remaining calm when under pressure.

Caro has the ball on the right wing, looks up and sees the perfect opportunity to cross.

Caro's always necessary crossing makes things easier for me, I wait for her to reach the right height before jumping and sending the bike, when I fall backwards onto the grass my pain is numbed by a very loud vibration coming from the stadium.

Barely having time for anything else, I run towards the small Chelsea fans present in the stadium, stop in front of them and place both hands on my waist, with an arrogant posture, soon my teammates come to me in pure euphoria. Many compliments reach my ears, I allow myself to embrace them as much as possible before we have to return to the starting position.

9 minutes of extra time were allowed, nothing else impressive happened during this period, the 3 characteristic whistles were heard. There were many celebrations after we greeted the rival team. I head towards the referee team who hands me the ball.

Jona hugs me congratulating me on a successful game, the team soon arrives and gives me the idea of throwing myself into the air, I try to run away but I'm not fast enough, after the desperate seconds pass I run to the fans, my spirits were high today.

I ask a member of the coaching staff to hold my ball for me, while I jump into the arms of the crowd, doing my best to sign and take as many photos with everyone as possible, the only limit being the barrier.

I feel an arm go around my waist as I sign a Mapí fan t-shirt. I look to the side and see that it is Aitana, who is already looking at me with her beautiful smile on her face, her bright eyes remind me of the constellations.

I can't help but smile with her, our passionate looks betrayed our enormous passion for each other, which doesn't go unnoticed by the public, to everyone's euphoria and my poor heart, she stands on tiptoe and gives a long kiss to the my lips. , fireworks light up in my belly.

Soon the photo of that moment would be published on many pages, one of them was the official Barça account, and certainly on many fan pages that would blow up my cell phone with notifications.

But I couldn't care less, I played an impressive game and had my girl in my arms, could I ask for more than that?.

!!The inspiration for the character to score 5 goals in 10 minutes came from Lewa, when he played for Bayern he did this feat, so I thought “why not put that in the fic?”!" ... sorry for any mistakes, english is not my main language

[portuguesedisaster]

So...and the girls who are winning against Lyon?

[josep-vicens]

Falta un día...❤️💙❤️💙❤️💙❤️💙❤️

[stinkyeggbow]

MAMI

[puppetwoman17]

Magic Billy headcanon coming through!

You know all those comics where magic is taken away from its users? And most of them are really weak or get constant headaches?

Yeah, I decided to crank it up cause Billy full on dies. As in he will drop to the floor and his body becomes a husk. There’s not even a little memory twitch from his fingers. The boy is GONE.

Now, I’m thinking this could be because when someone is chosen to be the Champion, their soul is automatically turned into magic. They’re still a person, but they’re kind of like a puppet. This could be a thing before they’re born, like a destiny sort of thing, or immediately when they speak Shazam’s name the first time.

Whichever ones the case doesn’t matter tho, cause Billy knows it. He feels how different his soul is. This isn’t a commonly known thing tho. No one in the magic community knows this because the details are hush hush.

So imagine, someone(maybe Waller, maybe Luthor, cause apparently anyone can just waltz into the rock 🙄), finds a way to take magic away, whether it’s by subjugation of the rock or some kind of magic suction spell. Doctor Fate wilts in his seat, not able to talk as much. Zatanna, Giovanni, Constantine, Xanadu, Specter, what have you, they all hold their heads and do their best to keep standing up—

Billy falls to the floor. He’s not blinking. He’s not breathing. He’s not speaking. He’s not moving. The boy’s just gone.

Diana falls to the floor to cradle his head in her lap, feeling for a pulse, lightly slapping him to wake him up.

Clark is motionless standing up. He says slowly and with dreading horror:I can’t hear his heartbeat.

This jumps the heroes into a frenzy. The magic users go through the books they have on the Champion; his duties, research on the RoE, etc. There’s nothing on this. Nothing at all.

The rest of the League put him in the medbay immediately, trying to see if there’s anything normal that they can do. But without a heartbeat, their options are limited.

Some time later, they decide to split. A larger team will do what they can to bring Magic back, and the rest will stay at the Watchtower. The magic users already suspect that this has something to do with Magic anyway, so it’s a win win.

It takes a couple days, but magic is returned to its users and the worlds at large. Billy jolts awake in his bed to a bunch of hysterical heroes and his first words are: how’s the Rock?

Yeah, the JL is not happy. They want an explanation. Surprisingly, the magic users do too.

Billy tells them with hesitant eyes, about his soul, about how he is essentially nothing without magic. He is magic, as closely related to the center of it(RoE) as anything else.

Unfortunately, this only seems to aggravate his friends. Now he’s apparently convinced them that he’s a puppet for forces beyond their reach and a slave to the system, which is pretty funny cause he’s already a slave to the foster system and he is, in fact, one of those “forces behind their reach”.

Even the magic users are uneasy about this, which says a lot cause whenever Billy tells the league something hair-raising, they just nod their heads.

Billy is not left alone for the next few weeks. It’s torture.

[klseay]

╰┈☆ 𝐵𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑡 | 𝐹𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑎 𝑅𝑜𝑙𝑓𝑜 ☆┈╯

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡, 𝑠𝑚𝑢𝑡, 𝑡𝑜𝑝!𝐹𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑜, 𝑏𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑜𝑚!𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟, 𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑙, 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑝𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔.

𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆: 𝐹𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑠𝑚𝑢𝑡 𝑠𝑜 𝑏𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑚𝑒, 𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑡 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑐𝑙𝑖𝑐ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑎𝑦 𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠ℎ 𝑖𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑎𝑔𝑒? 𝑃𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑓 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑑!!

𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 5𝑘 (𝑎 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡)

Sunday evening, the 12th of August. Barcelona had just pulled a 5-1 victory against Real Madrid, winning an el clasico always made every player insides flutter.

“Great game” when her husky low voice met with your eardrums all other sounds got completely drowned out, the loud cheering from around the stadium was quickly muffled. The only thing that was ever your focus was her skin on yours as she pulled you into her warm, safe embrace.

That pair of arms that you not so often found yourself in, at times it was almost as if she were a stranger. And that hurt you deep to the core, for you didn’t want her to be unimportant.

A stranger.

Only teammates.

Pretty much the one way to describe the ‘friendship’ lingering in the air between you, the very fact made you feel sick to your guts, threatening to spill out everywhere.

“Thank you... you were great too” your soft voice mumbled into Frido’s shoulder was a sharp contrast to her harsher one, though never did it make anyone feel threatened as she did have ways with her words.

A voice emerging from behind the significantly taller swede made your shoulders sink as you exhaled deeply, never had you ever been so glad to be interrupted and pulled apart as right now when everyone huddled around, yelling and celebrating.

“So, are we going out tonight or what?” You speak trying to calm down the team that’s jumping frantically around you.

“Oh yeah, we are so going out” Alexia comes up and wraps an arm around your shoulder, squeezing it, her aura shining within her eyes.

“Yeah, regular place, Opium in Barcelona, at 10?” Patri speaks up, everyone around in the team agreeing.

The air in the locker room was thick with emotions, you could practically feel everyone, and everything vibrate. The Champions League trophy stood in all its glory, shining bright as stars in the night sky. It all felt too surreal, nothing felt real, you had dreamed of this all your life. And now it all feels too good to be true.

Pushing your feelings aside you quickly packed your things into your bag. A celebratory night out felt like just what was needed. Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of your phone buzzing.

Ashley.

Your best friend had sent you a message letting you know she couldn’t drive you. Her mom had urgently needed her help with her tv.

“Jesus Christ” You muttered under your breath, sighing deeply. “Alexia? can you drive me home?”

The room goes quiet as you finally spoke the first words after being silent for the last 16 minutes.

“Sure thing, Ashley couldn’t come?” She spoke as she sat down beside you, the rest of the team continuing their conversations.

“No when can she ever? Something important always comes up, she never got time for me” you muttered, leaning your head against the cold wall behind you.

“Who’s Ashley?” Frido and Ingrid had been having a conversation from the other side of the locker room. It wasn’t a secret to Ingrid that Frido obviously fancied you, but Frido would never admit it.

“Uh I don’t know, girlfriend maybe?” Ingrid says, untying her boots. Her attention split between studying her best friend’s expression and the two across the room.

“She sounds like a wanker though; I mean do you see Y/n’s expression every time she doesn’t show up?” Frido spoke, her voice rough and sharp.

“You get less subtle every week” Ingrid teased, her eyebrows raising and a playful smirk on her face.

“Oh, shut up” Frido spoke as she threw her shirt at Ingrid’s face. “It’s not like that and you know it”

“Mmm sure” Ingrid chuckled.

Arriving at your apartment, about one and a half hour before you’re meant to be at the club, you hurry through getting ready. Taking a quick shower, blow drying your hair and styling it, letting it fall down your back in soft curls.

The room was dimly lit as you worked on putting on your makeup, nothing too much, concealer, blush, a little bit of highlighter and mascara would do it just fine. Not that there was enough time for much more anyway.

Picking out an outfit however was anything but easy, you had no clue on how to dress, in the end after much forth and back on what to wear you finally settled. It was a matching black two piece consisting of a long-sleeved top that hugged your figure perfectly, showing off your cleavage, leaving very little to the imagination. Aswell as a short skintight skirt that went mid-thigh.

Both piece's had rhinestone details making the black a little less boring and a lot classier. Not bothering to be out partying in heels all night you threw on a pair of regular white air force's before grabbing your keys and hurrying out the house to call a cab.

Fifteen minutes later you found yourself outside Opium in the centre of Barcelona, the music was pumping, the sound of your own heartbeat getting lost in your ears and replaced by the beats of the music.

Your hands pulled on your skirt, adjusting it just the bit before making your way through the crowd to find your teammates.

"Here!" Alexia's voice snapped your head into the direction, you hurried their way, squeezing past people before reaching the team who were all sat in a booth.

"Frido and Ingrid should be here soon, but I couldn't wait so I ordered some shots" Mapi said before returning to her conversation with Cata who sat with a wide grin on her face next to Mapi.

Alexia, Patri and you had just floated into a light conversation when the server came up with a tray of shots. Everyone sat in the booth picked up a shot, so did you.

"To Y/N for scoring the winning penalty" Mapi shouted, making all of the girls’ cheer and lift their shots into the air. Laughing, you clink your glass with alexia's before downing the glass content.

You felt the hot liquid burning your throat as you tilted your head backwards, making a little face at the strong after taste. "Straight up tequila?"

"Damn right it is" Cata cheered, pushing Mapi playfully.

"Room for two more?" your head snapped at Frido's voice; it felt as the world got quiet as you took her in. She was dressed in black suit pants, with a white t-shirt and gold jewellery scattered across her, glistening in the lights of the club. Something so simple but oh so attractive.

"Fuck yeah! Come on!" Cata yelled again, very much likely already tipsy.  The two sat down in the booth, Ingrid close to Mapi and Frido sat down next to you.

Once again everyone floated into their own conversations, leaving you and Frido sitting quietly. Before things went to an awkward silence you spoke up "You look great tonight"

"So do you..." She answered while her eyes started to roam your body, you felt yourself grow hot under her lingering gaze, shifting just the tiniest in your seat to lessen the feeling. However, it was an unsuccessful try.

"I heard Ashley didn't show up..." Frido's attention had now shifted in front of her, not really looking at anything or anyone.

"Yeah... to be honest I couldn't care less, knew it was coming" you chuckled, taking a swig of the beer in front of you. Frido's eyes shifted to you again. "Who is she, if you don't mind me asking. Girlfriend?"

You almost spit your drink out at this, shaking your head you swallowed the liquid before replying "God no, I'd never date Ashley. She's just a friend, not a great one though recently" You shrugged, you really didn't fancy talking about her tonight.

"Well forget her, she's a twat" Frido spoke as she studied your face carefully. You gulped at her blue orbs flickering over your face, something about them made you feel so drawn in. Almost as if something pulled on your heart.

"Yeah, she is..." You managed a smile, looking down in your lap as your hands occupied themselves by fiddling with the beer bottle in your hands.

Frido was just about to say something more but got interrupted by Alexia who pulled on you. "Come on let's dance!" She spoke above the music, sending a weak smile to Frido, you got up and followed Alexia as well as most of the girls.

While you were dancing away with your teammates, Frido and Ingrid still sat at the booth. "Stop drooling" Ingrid nudged Frido's shoulder with her own, who in return glared at her.

"I'm not drooling, I don't drool over people" She spoke clenching her jaw, but her eyes kept drifting to you and the way your hips moved as you danced.

"Come on Be Honest, it's painfully obvious you fancy her." Ingrid groaned in frustration, "I- Fine she's nice to look at" Frido's voice was low, almost as if she was ashamed of admitting it.

"So why aren't you doing anything? I mean flirting never hurted anybody?" Ingrid spoke fiddling with her drink that stood in a crystal-clear glass on the table. "I'm too old for her" Frido sighed, running a hand through her blonde hair.

"No, you're really not-" Ingrid got cut off by Frido before she could finish her sentence. "Ingrid, stop bullshitting, of course I'm too old" Frido chuckled irritatedly, finding it humorous that Ingrid thought differently.

"It's only 4 years, come on, you're making a deal out of nothing. This is only because you want to avoid it" Ingrid speaks, sighing deeply at her best friend's antics. "She's attractive, you're not the only one with eyes, but if you don't do anything she's going to get picked up by someone who will"

Ingrid nodded her head in direction of the dancefloor, where you stood dancing with a stranger. She wasn't your type by any means, but affected by the alcohol you couldn't say no to a harmless dance.

Frido's teeth gritted together, and her jaw tensed up at the sight, fire lightning in the pit of her stomach. She couldn't help but stare down the girl, her hands clenching harshly every time she touched your body or grinded up against you.

"Why is she touching her like that?" Frido mumbled, the possessiveness in her growing, and it didn’t' go unnoticed by Ingrid. "Only an idiot would be stupid enough not to make a move on a girl like that"

Frido shook her head and temporarily took her eyes off you. "No, I can't Ingrid" Ingrid let out a simple hum "Why? I really struggle to see what's so difficult"

"I just- never mind, it doesn't matter, she's already occupied" Frido scoffed mockingly, shooting daggers at the girl dancing with you. "Oh my god you're so daft, just go up and steal her away it's not that difficult?"

Frido sighed deeply, she felt conflicted and confused, a part of her was begging for her to do something and not just being sat slouching and having an attitude. But the other part thought it was the most reasonable thing to do, if you wanted that girl to grind up on you, she wasn't the one to stop you from doing so.

"Hey love" Mapi spoke as she sat down next to Ingrid, giving her a quick kiss to the cheek. "Mapi please make Frido go up to Y/N before I lose my fucking mind"

Mapi looked between the two, Ingrid's face scrunched up with irritation about her friend's stubbornness, Frido's tense face, her body slouched against the back of her seat.

"Frido vamos, stop being a baby." Mapi spoke, Frido's head turned to Mapi. "Jesus did you not see the way she looked at you when you walked in?" Frido's eyebrows furred together in confusion, her face telling the story of not quite believing Mapi's words.

"She's right you know" Ingrid spoke to which Mapi looked at Frido with an expective face. The blonde took one last look at you before sighing in defeat "Fine, but it’s not for any of you”

Ingrid smirked giving her friend a light shove "Whatever floats your boat!"

Frido had already made up her mind as she stood up from her seat, brushing out her suit pants and straightening her shirt before making her way with purposeful strides in your direction. The swede made her way through a couple of people before reaching you, putting her hand on your shoulder.

This made both you and the stranger in front of you who you were dancing with stop dead in tracks, "Do you mind if I steal her?" Frido questioned, it wasn't really spoken as a question, more a demand.

"Yeah, I do actually! You see-" the redhead in front of you had no time to finish her sentence as you did it for her “Sorry… she actually promised me a dance” it was alie, Frido hadn’t promised anything.

But it seemed to be the best way to de-escalate the situation as you watched the girl turn on her heel and pushing through the crowd. Clear annoyance in both her body language and voice. "Lovely" Frido hummed through her clenched jaw.

"Hi" you said ever so softly, smiling up at Frido widely. Frido's heart caught in her throat, "Hey short stuff" She chuckled, putting her hands on the curves of your exposed waist, feeling your skin under her fingertips made her entire self-tingle and tickle.

Your own arms found their way up to around Frido's neck, letting them hang over her shoulders loosely. Every time her thumbs grazed the exposed skin on your waist you could feel your chest growing, breaths growing more rigid by each time. Something she clearly picked up on, though Frido refrained to speak about the matter.

"Who was she?" Frido said as she jerked her head to the direction where the girl had left. "I have no clue" the chuckle that left your lips were like freshly harvested honey; she’d never get tired of hearing you laugh. But right now, she had things on her mind that were by far more important than folding over your giggles. "Really? Cause it looked like you did."

With your eyebrows knitted together in confusion at Frido's tone you replied, "What's going on?" you tried to study her face for any sign, but much to your disappointment it was to no use, far too intoxicated to notice the obvious signs of jealousy.

"Nothing’s going on. I just don't believe she had the right to touch you like that since y’all don't 'know each other'." If the dizziness was apparent before it had just gotten ten times worse, the whole world spinning at your feet. "It wasn't anything, she's not my type, like at all.”

“Why won't you just tell me what's bothering you?"

You thought the bare minimum would be for her to at least answer your question, but she didn’t, the only reaction noticeable was Frido’s jaw clenching. "I'm taking you home" her hold on your sides tightened causing her nails to dig into your skin, if you weren’t as invested as you were right now the action most likely would have pulled out a yelp from you.

"What? Why?" you’d never felt this level on confusion before in your 26 years of living, Frido was acting up, she rarely ever did and that must say plenty to how odd this were. "Because I swear to god, if I see one more girl that's not me touching you like that I'll rip someone’s throat out” She practically growled, fuck that was hot, so hot that a surge of heat started pooling in your abdomen.

Your eyebrows shot up as you desperately tried to disguise the growing uncomfortability between your legs, with eyes flickering all over her face for any sign of banter you found nothing, she was serious…."You- wait, just so we're clear-" you had no chance of completing your sentence before she cut you off.

"I want you. And it's been painful sitting, watching women graze your body with their filthy hands all over you" She spat out, her jaw was so tense it wouldn't be to your surprise if it exploded soon enough.

"Frido you... you can't just say things like that when were in a club..." You said looking around you, people minding their own business, having no interest in your conversation. It wasn’t because the thought of being overheard scared you, the pounding music was far too loud for anyone to hear what was said.

The problem was just simple as you didn’t know how to control yourself, how could you ever stay composed after what she just told you when you barely could be around her.

"That's why I want to take you home; now will you follow me?"

Fuck her and her commanding tone…

(Oh, you were going to fuck her)

The swede let go of you, much to your disappointment; before reaching out a hand for you to grab which you did, smiling ever so slightly letting out a breathy “Yeah”

She grinned, licking her lips wet before pulling you along to the booth. "Hey, I'm taking her home" Cata, Alexia and Ingrid looked up at the two of you. Ingrid smirking as her eyes flicker between you and Frido, she knew oh well what would happen.

"Yeah, we're also going to get going soon" Cata spoke, sending the both of you a small smile. Frido gave a nod in return as she continued pulling you along, her hand moving to rest against the small of your back.

“Use protection!!” Ingrid’s voice rang through your ears that forced a chain reaction to your body, heat trailing from your very earlobes, down to your cheeks, chest, stomach until it finally added to the already pool in your core.

“That won’t be needed” her words were more to herself then to Ingrid or you, but nonetheless it made your face grow even hotter, coming outside into the chilly air outside the club was very helpful though.

Frido’s place wasn’t far from where you’d just stepped out off so you decided to walk the walk instead of taking an unnecessary uber that would simply only contribute to ‘poverty’. No, you were quite wealthy both of you, but to put it straight there was no point for you to take a ride when it was only a 15-minute walk.

Though you realized quickly that not calling for a ride might’ve been a mistake due to how significantly the tension grew in the biting air around you. Her hand held steadily onto yours, her thumb drawing soft, irregular pattern to try and soothe your obvious tense state.

As her apartment complex came into sight the bundle of nerves inside you started clamming together, the bare feeling making you subconsciously tighten your grip on Frido’s hand.

She waited until you were right outside her door before speaking up “Hey, you know we don’t have to do this, yeah? We could always just chill and- “

“No, I… I want this. I want you.” Her striking azure-coloured eyes made you feel small, so small, but in the most pleasing way ever. Frido wasted no time in fishing up her keys from the pocket of her trousers, fiddling with the lock for a moment before the door opened.

“You first” she spoke invitingly as she held out her arm presenting her home to you, with a hesitant look in your eyes you took a few steps into the open space. The minimalistic furniture reflected her so well, to a difference it did not make the place feel cold or distant.

The soft orangey lightning that spread throughout the hallway served its purpose, making it feel homey yet the simple décor.

When you turned around to face Frido her hands were on you, gripping your hips in an instant, her nails digging through the skimpy material of your skirt. Soon enough her lips crashed against yours in a bruising kiss, it wasn’t rushed by any means, but it was rough and harsh.

There was no point in trying to win the battle of dominance in regards of your tongue fight, you had come to senses that she would take control long ago.

And you were not complaining.

She backed you through the apartment careful not to run into anything as she guided you towards the bedroom, as for your focus it was completely on her, all other thoughts completely clouded.

Under time your hands arms had moved to wrap around her neck with one hand caressing the back of it gently, stroking up and down with your thumb, occasionally giving it a squeeze.

Your knees buckled beneath you whenever you focused in on the sloppy sounds that your soaked lips made.

Eventually Frido had managed to manoeuvre to her bedroom and with very little force she kicked the door open impatiently. “You still sure about this?”

You nodded eagerly as you felt the back of your knees encounter the edge of the bed, she helped you lay down onto your back, climbing to be on top of you.

Looking down at you with expectant eyes as she had shifted her hands to use them whilst propping herself up on each side of your head, “I need words baby”

She whispered against your plump before pulling you into another kiss, one that made your back arch, and your toes want to curl.

“Please…” it was an embarrassingly needy whisper that left your mouth in between the kisses, right now you couldn’t give more fucks about how you sounded.

“Please what?” Frido said as she nibbled on your lower lip seductively.

“Fuck me… please”

That was enough for Frido, honestly more then enough if we’re being honest. “As you wish… but first. Strip”

Oh, fuck her and her commanding tone.

Without hesitation you did just what she had asked of you, stripping out of your top and skirt, a dark chuckle leaving her lips at the sight of you so desperately shedding your clothing.

“Nuh uh baby, these too.” She pulled on your bra strap likewise as the waist bands of your panties, letting both go with a snap making you grimace at the stinging sensation that burned where she’d touched.

Your reactions did unholy things to Frido, absolute nasty things, her lower stomach might as well be a swimming pool at this point.

God how you wanted to swim in that pool though.

You didn’t question her or disobey her, but instead simply shed your underwear along too, leaving you bare naked.

“Fuck…” her murmur made your body vibrate when they were spoken against the subtle flesh of your lips, “so. fucking. pretty.” Frido breathed out in between kisses as she began trailing them down from your lips to your jaw and neck.

She absolutely didn’t hesitate to start nibbling, biting and sucking on the sensitive skin that your neck consisted of. She later found that one, spot right over your pulse point drew out godlike moans from you, so she put most of her attention on that patch of skin.

You had been so focused on her lips that you hadn’t noticed the hand that trailed up the inside of your thigh, her slender fingers gripping it to bring you back to reality.

“Frido…” you moaned, the action sending shockwaves through your body, all its yearning was for her to touch you, to still your needs. “Patience… be good for me”

Fuck, would she ever stop doing that? You squeezed your eyes shut trying to not focus on the painfully discomfort that emerged from your core. Suddenly it was stilled as you felt her fingers run through your slick folds.

“All of this for me?” she stopped kissing you, a wide grin etched on her face as she was clearly pleased with what she had accomplished.

You nodded desperately “just for you, all for you” your mind barely had time to catch up with your thoughts before the words came out of your mouth.

“That’s my girl” she smiled against the skin of your chest before kissing her way down to your breast, working on stimulating your clit slowly meanwhile her other hand and mouth worked magic on your hardened nipples.

Stretched moans filled the room, your moans to be exact, they only grew louder as two digits entered you and curled up inside. “Oh fuck!” your hand took a hold of Frido’s muscular arm, whilst she started to pump in and out of your hole.

Her long fingers reaching spots you had never experienced feeling before ��God you feel so good” she grunted out which only increased your moans, it was such a turn on hearing her praise how you felt and looked.

“More… please” you whispered, your stomach curling at her small giggles against your stomach. “I don’t know…”

“Please Frido, I need more, can’t…” your face scrunched up as you tried to supress the high-pitched moans threatening to spill from your lips.

“When you stop holding in those gorgeous sound, I’ll give it to you” she didn’t want you to hold back, and that was scary, but the need overcame every insecurity you had.

So unwillingly you released you lip from between your teeth and let it all out, only then feeling her fingers increase its pace and roughness. A gut-wrenching whine served Frido’s ears like dessert as she swirled her tongue around your erected pebbles.

And then without warning her other hand had sneaked down between your legs to start tubbing circles on your clit, adding to the already indescribable stimulation you were receiving.

“That’s it, baby, doing so good for me…” she bit your nipple, giving you that look, the one that could single handedly been the last straw for you.

“I’m… gonna.” Somehow you managed to push out a few words that were understandable.

“Go ahead” she encouraged you as her lips attached to your clit, sucking harshly, and that was enough to send you completely over the edge. Into a mind blowing, absolute picture-perfect orgasm.

She helped you stabilize by pushing down your thighs into the bed as your whole body shook and your back arched, nails digging into the flesh of her biceps, would leave marks.

“There you go, you’re fine” she reassured you right as you had come down from your high, slowly pulling out of you and licking her fingers clean from the mess you’d made on them.

A moan leaving her lips at the taste “you good?” she asked you softly, pushing a few sweaty baby hairs out of your face.

You nodded.

“Still need words baby”

“Yeah, just mm… tired” she gently stroked your cheek before leaning in to place several soft kisses against your lips.

“I know baby, but we need you get you cleaned up before sleep. Okay?”

You shook your head grumpily.

She sighed and picked you up in her arms, carrying you to the bathroom where she proceeded to shower you clean. The hot water and her caring touches making your limbs relax in an instant as you found yourself leaning into the touch.

Letting yourself relax and allowing yourself to have trust in that she would take care of you, and she did.

After she had cleaned you off she helped you dry yourself before she left you in the bathroom to change into a fresh pair of underwear and clothes provided from her.

You could hear the faint sound of fabric rustling outside the door, that being frido changing the bed sheets into fresh ones aswell as changing herself into clean clothes and washing her hands.

“You done?” she knocked lightly on the closed door, it wasn’t locked, just closed.

“Carry me” you whined as she pulled the bathroom door open, this pulled out an amused chuckle from her.

“Of course, princess.”

She stepped inside and pulled you into her arms with ease, carrying you before setting you down on the bed and tucking you in. Your arms immediately reached out for her as you made grabby hands her way.

“Coming, baby.” Before joining you in bed she went by the bedroom door to turn the headlight off, making the room almost complete black except for the small light from the streetlights outside that shined through the ever so slightly opened blinders.

Frido settled in bed next to you and instantly pulled you close to her, with your head resting on her shoulder and an arm draped around her she felt content.

As did you with her snuggly arms wrapped tightly around you, leaving you to feel a huge sense of security and completeness. It didn’t take long for the exhaustion to completely take over, her soothing smell making it easier for you to fall into that deep sleep you so were so closely grasping.

“Frido?”

“Yeah? Something wrong?” you could almost see her worried face in front of you even though you saw not a single thing, only due to her deep etched tone.

“No, I just wanted to see if you were awake still… that’s all” your whispered words were spoken into the fabric of her shirt, muffling them ever so slightly.

“I’m not sleeping until you have fallen asleep” she was too good, too good for you.

“You’re too good for me” the guilt in your voice was evident “I didn’t even give you anything… back”

“Hey” the second Frido picked up on your embarrassed tone she squeezed your waist to help ground you. “Tonight was for you; I don’t need anything back for that. And there is plenty of time for that whenever we feel like it, okay? Don’t rush it, we’re okay.”

Her words made a content sigh leave your lips, you were exactly where you wanted to be, in her loving arms. Surrounded by millions of words laced with reassurance and pure adoration, god you couldn’t wait to show her how much you loved her.

First time writing smut, kind of struggled as the build up might've been too long? Or idk, do y'all prefer straigh to the main event or these prolonged ones? Excuse me for the lack of details aswell, I wanted to sleep so bad :))

[wet-skittles--taste-the-illegal]

DC and marvel fans:

give me a character that has been consistently right. Like, they have little to no "bad moments" where they exercise poor judgment; they are consistently wise and otherwise nonproblematic.

[iloveguiu]

OH WOW

[chelseajackarmy]

[agendercryptidlev]

Comics fandom I need you to understand that fully reversing fannon characterization to the opposite extreme does NOT make cannon. Fannon is usually flanderizaded cannon with some details missing you're just making characters even more ooc 😭

[themichelvictor-blog]

VEX POSTING

Man, I adore Vex, she is the only part of Ruination event that I cared about and her existence made LOL better for me.

RIOT, WHERE THE VEX AND VEIGAR TEAM UP. THEIR NAMES START THE SAME AND BOTH ARE TIED TO DARK MAGIC. For Universe sake, Veigar story kind of expands on observation Vex made in her origin. I will literally buy on the first day.

[giaima61]

Grabando la copa antes de ser entregada a la capitana, Alexia putellas, del #fc barcelona como campeonas de la Champions League Woman.

[dawnedon]

"We really do have the most mentally ill League, huh-"

[batsyheere]

I sometimes just imagine the first time Phantom is introduced to the league as like, a fellow big league hero. As someone who works with Justice League Dark and took down the Ecto Acts with his own team and allies to be included under the meta acts like aliens. He knows Constantine and Zatanna and is a pretty common name in the magical community now even if usually as his human form "just Danny".

And suddenly he is surrounded by these "big time heroes" and aliens and champions and most would assume he'd be overwhelmed or in awe. Maybe nervous, or weirdly fixated on being in space.

But here's the kicker- Danny is dead. Technically part of the category ecto-entity, ghost, and thus belonging to the Infinite Realms. He has met a vast variety of characters who are far more chaotic and legendary than these people who have so much interpersonal drama it looks like one of the soap operas Tucker refuses to admit he watches. Wonder Woman? Danny has lunch with Pandora and visits the Greek sections of the realms when he needs to research old prophecies. Superman? Kryptonite is like rock candy and the dead of Krypton are either very sweet or very condescending and Danny has seen both in the Boy Scout. The less said about the Green Lanterns the better. The Flash family are entertaining but also headache inducing because Danny has heard the complaints about the timeline. Half a dozen other heroes and vigilantes have their own dramas that Danny could pick apart at the source for the many issues that started said drama, and that's not even beginning on the issues with Batman and the weird galley of children he has who are sometimes even worse than the dark knight himself.

Meanwhile the League find themselves growing more concerned and horrified the more Phantom manages to reference his adventures and rather stressful start as a vigilante. Constantine hasn't been more entertained in years.

[keeper-not-hero]

You know it's fucked to realize that riot can cook with almost any body type in terms of character design but just choose to keep making the same damn item

illaoi rek'sai ekko singed jhin braun yorick save me...

[iloveguiu]

SO HANDSOME