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jsprnt · 7 months ago

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meeting your boyfriend’s parents

arda güler x turkish! reader

A/N: based on this request, thank uu 🤍 my first arda fic!!

W/C: 2.175 (yes, I got ahead of myself)

"is this too much?"

you ask yourself, thoroughly examining your outfit in the mirror. you run your hands down the soft fabric, grunting in indecisiveness.

turning around, you're greeted by a huge pile of clothes on your bed. a combination of dresses, jeans and shirts crumpled up from the way you'd thrown them behind you, after trying them on.

jeans with a sweater, too hot.

a pair of trousers with a blouse, too formal.

a skirt with a cropped top, too much skin showing for a first meeting with your boyfriend's parents.

the weather was becoming warmer these days, so you also had to keep the fabric and thickness of the clothes in mind.

"fuck this.." you mumble, sitting on your bed, the clothes barely allowing you to see you pink bedding. you lay down, the clothes becoming your soft pillow, apart from the buttons on the items, digging into your neck and the back of your head.

you and arda have been together for a few months now. you had gotten acquainted with him through mutual friends when he had just transferred to real madrid.

at first, you were a little nervous, meeting new people was exactly your thing. though, your friends had convinced you to meet him, only due to the shared background you both had.

since arda was born, he'd never lived anywhere else other than türkiye. born and raised partially in the capital, ankara. only to move to istanbul to play at his childhood dream club, fenerbahçe.

the years had gone by fast, and when a huge opportunity came, he finally decided it was time for him to leave and move onto one of the biggest clubs in the world.

you had met arda at a small gathering, specifically a surprise birthday party you attend for one of your close friends.

the night was full of fun games, karaoke, and the best of all the multiple 'halay' dance routines.

you'd found arda to be a very sweet person, the second you met him. the way he so gently shook your hand, and gave you the prettiest smile you'd ever seen on a boy, had you mesmerized instantly.

obviously, you knew who he was before you met him. it was unavoidable to not know who 'arda güler' was, especially as a turkish person.

growing up around adults who watched and played football religiously, you were definitely aware of the debate.

which football club is türkiye's biggest and best?

was it the 'lion's', galatasaray, who had won the league last year? or was it the 'yellow canaries', fenerbahçe, who were first on the 'Süper Lig's all-time table'?

some would even nominate the 'black eagles', beşiktaş as candidates.

since all three of these clubs are based in the eurasian city of istanbul, derbys were an absolute show every time.

the excitement, the nerves, the turkish anger issues revealing themselves when someone gets fouled, or the thrill of seeing players of the opposite team fight each other, after a highly emotional match at full-time.

to see arda right in front of you, after seeing him on tv all the time was incredibly weird. but, you got used to it fairly quickly after seeing how humble and kind he was to everyone around him, whether he knew them or not..

you rub your nose with your fingers, eyes itching from the amount of dust in your room. you pause your movements for a second, sniffing softly and looking at the sun shining through your window.

the combined actions finally allow you to sneeze, and you don't waste time before you stand up to and go open your windows.

you were supposed to be picked up in an hour, so you had to hurry up and choose something to wear.

you had already texted your friends asking for advice on how you should dress. it didn't help much though, because whatever they said you should wear, you'd change your mind about it last minute. finding an issue with the clothing items, and then having to chuck more clothes on your bed as you rummaged through your closet.

your mind becomes busy with getting distracted by the beautiful weather outside, and the neighborhood children playing and laughing together.

though, you immediately whip your head around when your phone goes off. processing and realizing the ringtone, the one you had specifically set for arda, you walk over.

you sigh in irritation as you look around for your phone, finally catching a glimpse of the white case, from underneath a single black sock.

you're entire demeanor shifts when you read the caller id, smiling to yourself when you pick up. propping the phone in position, against the alarm clock on your nightstand, so he can see you properly.

"aşkım?" (my love) he says, the sweet nickname falling off his lips. his phone incredibly close to his face, as he shifts and moves, from what you can see, his car.

"arda, why did you call?" you question, grinning when you can finally see his full face. he moves his arm, playing with his hair as he smiles back.

"just finished training, showered and I'm coming over right now.."

"right now?" you panic, pointing downwards with your finger to confirm. "right now? but I'm not ready yet- and you said be ready by 5:45.." you blurt, already getting up to your feet, eyes flickering around the room as you forget he's on the phone for a moment.

"hey, calm down.. we have a lot of time, I just thought I'd come over since I know you're nervous.."

you look back at the screen, brows furrowing in confusion.

"that’s very sweet, but you just gave me a heart attack.."

"I'm almost at your place, canım. (my life) don't worry.."

you nod back, your heart calming down slowly.

"I don't know what to wear.." you say, running a hand over your face.

"I'll help you, I'll be over in a minute.."

"okay.." you mumble, waving quickly before telling him you'll hang up and wait until he arrives.

your thoughts are interrupted by an annoying yell and then a scoff.

"y/n! the footballer is here!"

you chuckle at your brother's voice, it's undeniably funny how much he liked galatasaray. even though arda had almost transferred to real madrid months ago, from fenerbahçe, your younger brother had vowed not to like him ever since he heard about you two.

well, he did cave when you asked him if he'd come along to some real madrid matches..

"I'm coming.." you shout back, jumping when you come across your brother. he scoffs at you, hurriedly stomping up the stairs to probably bother your older brother.

"arda?" you question, smiling when you notice him in the living room. he looks up immediately, walking up to bring you into a tight hug.

"I've missed you, tatlım.." (my sweetie) he whispers against your ear, pressing a soft kiss to your temple.

you look at him, grinning from ear to ear. you hadn't seen him since he had left for an important match in a different country, so it was practically your catch up dinner too.

"I missed you too.." you reply, planting a kiss to his cheek. without waiting for him to say anything else, you drag him towards your bedroom, showing him the disaster.

"did a tornado visit your room, and should I be concerned?" he asks, squinting at the pile of clothes.

"I don't know what to wear.." you groan, throwing yourself onto your bed.

you watch arda walk closer, his hands reaching out to grab a slightly wrinkled floral blue dress.

"this one." he firmly states, turning around to grab a pair of white kitten heels from your shoe rack.

"and this.." he says, presenting the two items like a football shirt.

muscle memory, you guess.

you sit up, fixing your posture as you analyze the combination.

"that's not too much?" you ask, getting some hope.

"what do you mean? this is perfect, my parents would love it.."

he watches your unsure expression, placing the dress on your bed and the shoes on the floor.

"try it on for me, okay?" he asks, nudging your chin up, so he can look you in the eyes.

"I'll wait for you in the living room, maybe b/n will join me.."

minutes pass, and you've pulled the dress on successfully. fidgeting with the fabric, you smile, starting to feel satisfied. already thinking of what jewelry and other accessories you'll style the dress with.

hurrying up, you walk into the living room, surprised when you can actually see both your brothers sitting with your boyfriend. and it didn't look like either of them had said anything crazy to arda.

they looked, strangely happy and relaxed..

"what do you think?" you ask, raising your brows at the three boys.

you're bombarded by compliments, and almost gawk as your older brother calls you 'pretty'.

had arda replaced him with other person while you were getting dressed?

without much more thinking, you run back to your room. pulling on the rest of your accessories and fixing your appearance.

"I'm more scared of meeting your sister, than meeting your parents.." you confess, playing with the ring on arda's finger, looking up at where the driver is taking you.

"my sister's not going to kill you.." he chuckles, looking down at your intertwined fingers.

"still.."

you've heard the horror stories. girl's meeting their 'sister-in-law', only to find out how incredibly mean and protective they are about their younger brother.

deep inside, you knew his sister would be nice. he'd told you so many times about her wish of wanting to meet you.

it was just scary to meet three new people at once. especially those closest to your boyfriend. you had to get along, no questions asked.

you fidget with the bouquet of flowers in your hand. other hand intertwined with arda's, as you waited for his family to open the front door.

"hoşgeldiniz.." hearing the welcoming greeting in turkish you immediately tense up. arda seems to notice, looking at you and squeezing your hand reassuringly, before you step in.

you try to smile when you make eye contact with his mother, her loving arms coming to wrap around you. you greet each other with two, traditional kisses on each cheek, the worries in your heart slowly melting away.

you hand the flowers to her, and watch as the smile on her grow, an exact replica of your boyfriend’s smile..

you watch as arda hands his sister the gift bag in his hand, a kilogram of baklava.

you almost drool at the thought of having the dessert with a cup of turkish tea, but stop yourself before you get ahead of yourself.

it doesn't take long before you're all seated at the dinner table. having greeted all three of his family members with a lot of affection.

the atmosphere was friendly, warmer than you had dreamt of. but, you should've expected it, especially with how loving and caring your boyfriend is.

you admire all the different types of food prepared for dinner. eyes catching on the 'manti' you, oh-so- loved. you could describe them as little dumplings, instead of soup they were mixed in with yogurt, a sauce of tomato paste, and a lot of spices.

with how small they looked, you could guess it took a long time to make. not to forget, the other types of food. 'mercimek soup', 'olive-leaf sarma', and a colorful 'çoban' salad to refresh your palate.

you almost drooled at just the sight of the delicious array of food, and the way it tasted was a million times better.

"so, what city are your parents from?" arda's dad asks, the insanely predictable question every uncle asks when they notice you're turkish. only to magically always know your dad in some way or another.

"my mother is from c/n, and my father is from c/n.." you answer, making sure you answer with the perfect pronunciation.

"oh, back when I was younger- around arda’s age. I worked in c/n. we had worked hard for our bread and butter, sending money to the family was the most important thing back then.."

and without noticing, you'd passed the 'meeting my boyfriend's family test'.

only, because everyone at the table started complaining loudly, comfortable enough with you, already- to act like that. indicating they had all heard the story he was going to tell, a million times before.

you chuckle, smile pulling on your lips, as you feel arda's hand slip onto yours. his palm resting on the back of your hand, as he pats it reassuringly.

you glance at your boyfriend, his boxy smile showing, as he calms you down.

"don't listen to him, or he'll talk your ear off, y/n. let's talk about something else.." his sister chimes in, leaning forward to ask you something to save you from the talk.

this could definitely become something you could get used to..

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sports-on-sundays · 1 year ago

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Can request one where y/n is the sister of a f1 driver ( u can choose) and they find out she is dating either Fermin,pedri,or gavi because she appears at one of the games?!

found us out / Fermín López

Summary: Fermín x Sainz!girlfriend!singer!reader - Things don't blow over well with Carlo Sainz when you're caught dating a Barcelona player.

Warnings: censored cussing, a little bit of Spanish, reader being a singer isn't really important at all- i just made it a fact in order for things to tie in together and made more sense, mention of nausea, this ended up being pretty long

Requested?: Yes.

Author's Note: Boy, what a crossover! As I was reading this request I literally started giggling in excitement to write this because I knew how fun this would be. I think it's clear that this has to be the sister of Carlos, though. Always good when there's a little bit of drama.

You exhale, fiddling with your fingers under the table as you listen to your father and your brother discuss plans.

You wish that exhaling would release not only the carbon dioxide from your body, but also all the unnecessary stress building up in your chest.

The plans they're discussing are for a small party. Of course, it's a little party that you're expected to go to. It is an entire family event. Or so you've heard...

On the surface, having a family gathering surrounded around Real Madrid playing a literal fourth-tier team (Arandina) in the Copa del Rey sounds really lame. And secretly, you do think it's really lame. But the point is looking forward to watching them slaughter the underdogs. Which is fair enough.

Suddenly you interrupt: "Isn't El Derbi next week? Wouldn't that be better for a family get together?" You're sure they've already thought of that, but if there's any possible way you could get out of this, you'd love to find it.

"Haven't you been listening?" your father questions. "Carlos has plans already. He needs to leave Monday morning, and won't be back until Friday. That won't work."

You clench your jaw. No, you weren't listening, because you were stressing out about your plans for that weekend.

You figure if you're going to tell your brother and father, right now is just as good a time as any other time. You sigh and say, "Well, I'm busy on Sunday, actually..."

Both pairs of brown eyes snap to you, and Carlos says, "What do you have going on? And the Madrid game is on Saturday, anyway- shouldn't it be fine?"

Really, why shouldn't it be fine? What lie will you come up with? Because you can't really say what you're busy with on that day. You manage out, "Some friends... we planned weeks ago to go out that day. Have some fun, you know... Sorry. I guess... Would it be fine if... Surely I wouldn't be missed...? The, uh, thing he have planned is... for Sunday night...."

Carlos sighs, leaning back. "Come on, Y/n. You can't cancel? Family over friends, right?"

But you shake your head as you finish your meal. You stand up with your plate, knowing that if you stay any longer, you'll be guilt tripped into doing what they want you to do, despite what you want to do. So you say, "What's done is done. You can still have the party without me." And you walk out of the room.

Hours later, you're laying in bed. You should be sleeping, but instead you're staring up at the ceiling and thinking.

'Family over friends, right?'- Carlos' words from earlier play through your head in the exact tone he had said it. Yeah, family over friends, Carlos. You've been seeing him and the rest of your family on and off frequently for the past month. But the one you really want to see? You haven't seen him in over a month, and you miss him, dearly. You just want to be able to see him. To surprise him.

And you know he misses you, too, by the constant text messages he sends you.

And, with perfect timing, your phone buzzes on your bedside stand next to you. You pick it up right away and smile to yourself when you see it's him. Telling you he can't sleep. Asking if you want to face time.

You don't even respond, and just call him first.

A smile immediately sneaks up on you when you see your boyfriend. His golden brown hair is all messed up, as he's leaning on a soft pillow, and he has a blanket pulled up all the way to his chin. His brown eyes look even deeper in the dim lighting, but they light up when they view you across the phone. "¡Hola, mi corazón!"

Immediately you feel butterflies fly up in your stomach at his little pet name. "Hey, Fermín," you say, much more casually. "How are you doing?"

He shrugs, and his eyes flutter down a little. "I can't sleep... I wanted to hear your pretty voice. And see your pretty face."

You smile softly, but ask in concern, "Why can't you sleep?"

But a cute little grin appears in his face, and he laughs a little. "Because I'm thinking about you."

"Oh!" you chuckle. "I see..."

You continue chatting together softly for who knows how long. But this is what you do. One of you calls and you can't help but just chat for minutes or hours or however long.

You just love the sounds of each other's voices and the sparkle in each other's eyes.

Saturday evening, just as family member are starting to arrive at the house, you walk to the door, pulling your hair into a ponytail, about to walk out. Your brother stops you, saying, "So you are really going?"

You turn, meeting his eyes as you grab your black long coat. "Yeah, I am. I'm sorry, Carlos..." you add when you see the disappointment in his big brown eyes.

He shrugs, and says what he always does: "Alright. Well, just be careful. And have fun. When will you be back?"

You hesitate. This is the very question you didn't want him to ask. "Uh... Probably Monday morning... I'll text you, though."

His eyebrows knit together even further. "Monday morning? I thought you were just having a night with your friends."

"One of them suggested we could stay at her house and spend the following day doing something else," you lie, nearly effortlessly now."

"Why not just come home?"

You sigh at the question. The truth is, you booked a hotel so you could catch Fermín as soon as possible in the morning and spend more time with him, since you'll have to get to Madrid right away again afterwards. You just want to get going. But you know Carlos only asks questions because he cares. Being nine years older than you, he's always been very protective of you. Too protective. But you know it's just because he cares.

He just cares too much, and it makes you angry. It's hard to keep secrets from his honest eyes.

"Because I was invited to hang out more and I haven't seen this friend in a while!" This one is only half a lie.

"Oh..." he slowly nods. "Well... where does this friend live, then? Far enough for you to just stay there, or... I mean, you haven't seen this friend in a while, so I'm assuming they don't live in Madrid?"

"Nothing- er, yeah, we, uh... she lives in, uh, Sigüenza! Yeah, Sigüenza! And, well, you know, she just moved there and there's uh, you know, it's Sigüenza! The cool stuff there, in... Sigüenza..." You've lost it. You're literally pulling sh*t out of thin air now.

And Carlos can tell. "You're lying. Where are you really going?"

"No, no! I am going there! My friend just moved there! There's castles and sh*t she thinks is cool and she wants to show me! And like go around like I think there's a restaurant she likes and... yeah! And then we'd probably just maybe go to a club for an hour or two or something tonight and then go back and hang out at her house!"

Carlos looks thoroughly unsure. "Is it good for you to go to a club...? Be careful..."

"Oh, come on!" You're speaking too quickly. "There'll be a few of us, and we're not stupid! You know that, Carlos! Don't worry about it, we'll be fine! I'm an adult, for God's sake!"

"Well..." he murmurs, "I hope you're not lying to me. I hope you wouldn't do that."

You swallow, but nod, and feel terrible as you say, "Of course I wouldn't. Why would I lie about something like this?"

"I can think of lots of reasons, but I won't get into it." Carlos says with that look of concern still in his eyes. "Well, be careful. I can see you're impatient to go, so I'll let you. Have fun. Te amo, Y/n."

"M-hm!" you say, and rush out the door. You didn't want to be leaving this late, but you figure you'll just have to hope you get there at a reasonable time.

Fermín nods as João (Félix) discussing the upcoming game with him, watching the Portguese man's eyes as he speaks his thoughts. So he catches it when João raises his eyes, looking over Fermín's shoulder.

You grin, bringing your finger to your lips as you walk down the hall towards the two, behind Fermín's back, making eye contact with João. João subtly nods, makes eye contact with Fermín and says, "Nothing. I was just seeing things."

You thoroughly appreciate João's playing along. And his good acting.

"Seeing things?" your sweet boyfriend asks his teammate. You reach Fermín just as he's turning around to look anyway. He he lets out a confused, "Uh- oh!?" noise when you pull him into a hug, before (pretty much) yelling, "Wait, Y/n?!"

You giggle, and nod your thanks to João, who's smiling and practically chuckling himself. He nods and gives a small wave, before turning to saunter away, a smile on his lips. "So, how's my Fermín?" you ask softly.

Your boyfriend hugs you so tight, it slightly hurts, but you don't complain. You're probably hugging him tighter. He's giggling, and starts showering your cheeks with kisses, before exclaiming softly, "Very good, now that you're here! But why are you here, huh? ¡Mi corazón!" He's so adorable about your little surprise arrival. "Why didn't you tell me you were coming?"

"So it could be a surprise! And so I could see you acting all cute and surprised like this!" You grin up at him, your hand on his chest.

"Stop that!" he laughs, touching his nose to yours, holding you close. But then he gets a little more serious. "How long of a drive was it? I'm assuming you were in Madrid?"

"Madrid to Barbastro? It wasn't so bad. I would drive any difference to get to you, though..."

This makes him chuckle and give you those soft little lovey-dovey eyes that you love to see. He strokes your hair as you rub his back a little, before murmuring, "You were staying with your brother? What did you tell him?"

You smile at this question. Fermín- he always thinks deeply about a situation- especially if it's involving you. He always worries and makes sure everything went well with you. He really cares. "Just told him I'm staying with a friend," you chuckle and add, "In Sigüenza!"

"Sigüenza? Have you ever even been there?" He smiles, clearly amused.

"Uh, maybe, like, once. Not sure if he completely believed me, but I got out of there. So that I could come here and see you! Figured a game like this would be better for me to come to. You know, maybe since it'll be such a small stadium, it'll be actually easier for me to just get in and hide in the crowd."

Fermín nods, gently stroking your cheek, looking into your eyes and says, "If you think so." He's just so focused on taking in your presence.

He leans in and kisses your cheek again, when (of course) Ferran Torres turns the corner, slaps Fermín on his back, and says in a teasing voice with a chuckle, "Got to get going, Fermín. Glad you're having a good time with your girlfriend, but-"

"Oh, Ferran!" you snap, pulling away from your boyfriend to glare at the older man. "Would you shut up?! We haven't seen each other in forever. But I guess you wouldn't get how it feels, since clearly you could never pull-"

"Hey, hey!" Fermín laughs, putting a hand on your shoulder. But he's grinning. He loves your spunk. "Leave the poor guy alone. He's right, corazón. I do have to get going now."

Ferran just waves as he walks off, giggling mischievously. You roll your eyes and turn back to Fermín. "So annoying." But you're grinning. You hug him a last time, peck his lips, and murmur, "I'll go to my seat now. I'm excited to watch you do great out there, mi chico guapo."

He grins and says as he starts to turn to walk the way Ferran walked a minute earlier, "You just watch. I'm going to go out there and score a goal. For you. Okay?"

You grin back and nod as you pull on your mask, hat, and sunglasses- hopefully enough to hide your face from cameras. "I'll be watching for it."

He nods, that lovely adorable little smile on his face, waves to you, blows a kiss, and walks away from you.

Adrenaline fills every cell of your body as the ball hits the back of the net. A goal. But not just any goal.

Your Fermín's goal!

Your muscles send you to your feet, and you cheer, clapping your hands together, watching your boyfriend. You're sitting in a seat very close to the pitch, and you know that if he wanted to, Fermín could come over and hug you right now. But he knows he can't. He understands and respects that you can't be being pointed out. It has to stay a secret.

So, instead, he eyes you, with all the joy in the world.

You grin back, nodding at him. You can't help but giggle.

After the game, you return to Fermín's arms immediately, as if there's a magnetic force between you and him. "Hola, mi prícipe azul," you mutter softly with a little chuckle, before squealing and saying, "You did so good! What a goal! You're amazing!"

"Stop..." he murmurs back, but is clearly loving your praise.

You smile and lean up, about to kiss him, when suddenly your phone starts buzzing and ringing in your back pocket. You hesitate, eyes locked with your boyfriend's, before sighing and leaning away. You slip your phone out of your pocket. "Oh..." you stare at the screen. "It's Carlos."

Fermín nods understandingly and leans away. "I'll keep quiet. I know you have to answer it."

You nod, sending him a grateful smile, before leaning against the wall and answering the phone with a bubbly, "¡Eh, Carlos! ¿Cómo te va?" You hope you don't sound so cheery that is sounds like you're faking it. Well, it's not like you're not happy. You are!

Carlos completely ignores your question, cutting right to the chase. "Where are you?"

"Uh...? I'm at my friend's house. In Sigüenza. Why?"

"Really?" Carlos asks slowly. "How far of a drive is it from Barbastro to Sigüenza? Because I doubt it's under fifteen minutes."

You feel your heart drop to your stomach, and you lean more heavily on the wall behind you as your knees start to shake. Fermín sees this and takes a step toward you. He opens his mouth to say something, but you prevent that with simply a shake of your head. You swallow and put on a confused voice as you respond to your brother, "Sorry...?"

"You heard me. Y/n, what the hell? Why the hell did you lie to me? Why the hell are you in Barbastro? Why the hell are you at a Barcelona game, instead of on the sofa next to me right now?"

"Listen-" you cough, nervousness pounding in your head. Your eyes sprout tears, but you wipe them. Fermín- bless his heart- puts a hand on your shoulder, and gives you the eyes that seem to say, Just say the word, and I'll stand up for you.

You give your boyfriend another quick nod before responding into the phone, lies coming to your brain naturally, on the spot, "Listen, Carlos. I'm sorry for not telling you. My friend in Sigüenza I guess is a fan, and she thought it'd be so fun for us to all go to the game together. So, you know, there wasn't much I could argue with when someone buys you a ticket to a football game. You... You know? I'm sorry for lying. I really am. I just didn't tell you because I knew you'd be upset. You know, about me going to FC Barcelona's game instead of staying home with my family and watching Real Madrid's the night before. I really am sorry, Carlos. I hope you'll... forgive me. But... How did you even know I was at the game... Carlos?" You swallow, waiting for the answer. Fermín takes your hand and give it a gentle squeeze.

"The television showed you. Over and over. The commentators were pretty fascinated to see Y/n Sainz at a Barcelona game. Especially the one in Barbastro."

"Oh, f*ck that!" you snap. "My f*cking disguise didn't even work! Why don't they get their stupid cameras out of my life for once! Ugh!" you say angrily. Fermín gently rubs your shoulder, which is at least some ounce of comfort. "So, what? How did you see it, anyway? Have you just been caught red-handed watching a Barcelona game, too?"

"No. I was flipping channels, and there you were. But there's still something that's not making sense." Your eyebrows scrunch together as your grip on Fermín's hand tightens. Was there a hole in your lies that you missed...? Then Carlos asks, "Where were your friends?"

The lump in your throat grows larger. "What do you mean?"

"You were sitting next to some fat old man with a jersey from twenty years ago and a bunch of snotty kids on the other side-" Carlos has never been one to go out of his way to compliment anything associating with football club Barcelona. "-so where were your friend sitting, then?"

It feels as if all the muscles in your body flex at this one. Your mind goes blank, desperately searching for yet another lie to save yourself from telling your older brother the truth. It's like you've dug yourself in a hole that you're desperately trying to climb out of. It feels like you've nearly reached the top-

but your hand just slipped, plummeting you straight back down to the bottom, where you started.

And you break.

Tears stream down your face, and Fermín immediately tries to grab the phone from you, but you pull it away, swallowing as you blubber into the phone, "I don't know, Carlos... Okay... I don't know..."

There's a second or two of silence on the other end, before Carlos says, now in a more tender, less interrogating voice, "Y/n, all I asked is where your friend are. Is everything okay? Are you alright? Y/n, you're worrying me..."

"Please, Carlos... I'm fine... Just... Please..."

"Can you please just tell me the truth?"

"No..." you sniff, leaning into Fermín more and more. "I can't, because you'll be mad at me... It will ruin our relationship..." You don't know if you're talking about your relationship with Carlos or your relationship with Fermín.

"This is ruining our relationship! You keeping stuff from me! Y/n, you're my little sister! I don't want anything bad to happen to you! Just tell me what's wrong, and I can help!"

"You're the one making it all wrong. If you'd just leave me alone-"

"No. Y/n, you need to be honest with me right now, okay?"

"No, I don't. I don't, and I f*cking won't." At this, you hang up and fall into Fermín's arms.

He holds you there, close to his chest, before whispering, "I'm sorry..."

You look up slowly, sniffing, and wipe your eyes. It doesn't do much, since your tears are still coming. "For what?" you whisper. "You've done nothing wrong... It's just... Everything is messed up. Nothing went how I wanted it to... Fermín, I'm scared."

His eyes are tender, and he strokes your cheek. "My Y/n... I hate to see you cry. There's nothing to be scared of." He puts his arm around your back and starts leading you down the hall. "If Carlos finds out, Carlos finds out. He loves you, and you know that. I know you've spent all your energy hiding this, but mistakes happen, okay? I'll be by your side, but what's done is done." You nod, wiping up your soaked face with your hands, and let him lead you, until you get to the street. He sighs and murmurs, "F*ck. Missed the bus back to the hotel..."

"Oh..." a wave of guilt washes over you. "Fermín, I'm sorry... Isn't your team worried about you?"

"No, no. Don't worry about it. Either they completely missed my absence, or they got the memo that my girlfriend has just arrived and I might have other plans. Let's hope it's the second one, because that would be just a tad bit too silly if they just flat out forgot about me." There's a teasing tone in his voice, in an attempt to lighten the mood. Make you feel better. "You drove here? Where is your car?"

"Oh... yeah, right..." you sigh. After all the rush and emotions, you completely forgot you had your car here. You glance to Fermín, and catch in his expectant eyes a glint of excitement, too. You smile softly, understanding completely what this is from. You roll your eyes. "And no, Fermín. I didn't pull up in a Ferrari. That would draw too much attention." You can't blame him for being excited. You have driven a Ferrari before, (and many other super sick vehicles) and you know Fermín would love to go for a spin in one (or another of the insane sports cars you've driven.)

Fermín thinks they're cool, and as the daughter of Carlos Sainz Sr. and the sister of Carlos Sainz Jr., you tend to be able to get your hands on some pretty luxurious cars, it just so happens. And it's not like your family (especially your brother) won't jump at the drop of a hat to lend you something like that. You're Carlos's baby sister, and he'd do anything to treat you. So when you take advantage of that, every so often Fermín gets to go for a ride.

And you suppose Carlos has no idea of that.

Yet.

And just like that, you feel nauseous again.

When you arrive at Fermín's hotel room, you immediately both put on pajamas and get into bed. All night, he holds you close, never letting go. You lean your head against his chest, basking in the comfort. He knows it's hard. He understands what you're going through.

"Te amo," he whispers, just as you're drifting off to sleep. You never get a chance to say it back, because you're asleep before you can.

"I'm coming back to Barcelona with you."

"Lo siento, ¿qué?" Fermín asks, his head whipping up from tying the drawstrings of his sweatpants as he exits the hotel bathroom. His light pink lips are slightly parted as he stares at you, eyebrows raised.

"You heard me. I'm coming back to Barcelona with you," you repeat, locking eyes with him.

Fermín crosses the room and slips onto the hotel bed next to you, gently placing his hand on your thigh. "Mi corazón..." he mutters. "Of course I would never complain- I would love it if you came back to Barcelona with me. But don't you think that's not the best idea? Don't you have things to deal with back home in Madrid?"

You hesitate and mutter. "Sure I do. But I'd rather come with you back to Barcelona."

He frowns, nodding. "When are you going to go back to Madrid? And what will you tell your brother?"

Suddenly you snap, slipping out of bed, "I don't care, Fermín! And I don't plan to tell my brother anything! I know he'll call, but he can't make me pick up. I'm sick of him pretending like he's in charge of my life!"

"Y/n, come on. We both know he just cares about you. You know how worried sick he'll be if you randomly cut off communications and don't even tell him what happened to you. You can't do that to him. I know if my sibling did that to me, I'd be worried sick, too, and you and Carlos are very close. And he's much older than you. You know how he thinks of you. You can't do that to your brother," he tries, looking for eye contact. But you continue looking down.

"Fermín, no." You speak quietly, but firmly. "I won't. I'm scared, and I don't want to deal with him right now. And I know you said you'd be by my side, but I know you can't be. You can't possibly come to Madrid with me, and then get back to Barcelona."

Fermín sighs, and takes your chin, forcing you to look him in his eyes. "I understand you want to avoid your brother, but you can't have him worrying like that. It's just not right. He's only so concerned and protective because he cares, Y/n."

Your jaw clenches. You try to look away, but he doesn't let you. You swallow, looking at him, and murmur, realizing there's not much you can do, "Alright. Can we compromise?"

Fermín looks a little surprised at your sudden giving in, but nods. "Maybe. What are you thinking?"

You sigh. "I come back to Barcelona with you, but I still text Carlos. But I tell him I won't call, and if he wants to talk to me, he has to come to Barcelona himself and do it."

Fermín's immediate reaction is to protest with, "You expect him to drive from Madrid to Barcelona? You know how long of a trip that is!"

"Well, too bad, Fermín!" you snap. "It's what I'm willing to do! If he cares enough, he'll drive up. And trust me- he does."

Your boyfriend frowns, considering this, and finally nods. "Okay, then... I guess it's fair enough." And that's that.

You sit between Fermín's legs on the couch, watching the television as you munch on buttered popcorn and Fermín plays with/braids your hair. It's been three weeks since when Barcelona faced off with Barbastro, and since then all you've communicated with your brother is that if he wants to discuss anything with you, he's got to come to Barcelona and do it himself.

Do you miss your older brother? Yes. Yes, you one hundred percent do. Are you scared of your brother's attitude and reaction? Yes. Yes, you one hundred percent are.

As Fermín leans close, now stroking your arm with one hand, your phone buzzes in your lap. You give the bowl of popcorn to your boyfriend and pick up your phone.

You stare in shock at what you read on your phone. Fermín leans over and reads the text from Carlos along with you:

Carlos: I just arrived in Barcelona. I'm hoping we can meet somewhere in the morning, if you're not busy? I've been worrying lots

Fermín's hand gently moves to your waist, and after a few seconds, he whispers, "What will you do, my Y/n?"

"I don't know..." you sigh in hesitation.

"Can I make a suggestion?"

You look up at him from behind, meeting his eyes. You can't help but giggle at each other. He sighs, before turning serious again and saying, "Just send him my address and tell him to be around at 9:00 A.M."

"Fermín!" you snap, as though he's a complete lunatic. "You think we can just do it, just like that?!"

"Sure," he nods, cool headed. "I'm not scared of him, just because he drives cars fast and he's got big muscles. I run fast and... have slightly less big muscles than him." He grins, and you can't help but smile, too, at this. Fermín has a way of making serious things light-hearted. "Anyway, if you do it this way, I'll be there with you. Maybe it'd be easier to show him rather than tell. And I'll do the talking that you're still nervous to do. I will." He looks at you with sincere eyes.

You stare ahead, considering this for a while as Fermín slowly and absentmindedly rubs your thigh. Finally you sigh and mutter, "I guess that's the best thing... It's a shame it has come to this."

Fermín laughs softly, shaking his head, but you don't mind it. "You knew that at some point it would come to this. Y/n, you know this will be fine. It will be. I promise. Your brother loves you too much to do any of the stupid things you're scared of happening."

You frown, but then turn around hug him tightly. "Okay... Fermín." You look him in the eyes. "Okay. I know. It's still nerve-racking, though."

"I know, I know," he responds.

You sigh, take out your phone, and, despite yourself, text him.

Fermín gives your upper thigh a little pat.

You look up and study his handsome, lovely face for a few seconds, before kissing him all over. He lets you, chuckling a little. He always seems to laugh when you show him lots of affection, and you love it.

And before long, the two of you are fast asleep there.

When the doorbell rings at 9:01 A.M., your heart drops to your stomach. You knew it would happen. You prepared yourself. But you still can't help but shiver with nervous.

Fermín is trying making breakfast, and you're sitting at the island in the kitchen. He looks up from the food and is about to speak, but you say before he can, in a hurried tone, "I'll get it. You just stay here and keep making breakfast."

He hesitates for a moment, but then nods. "Alright... Call if you need me. And he's welcome to come in, too."

You nod and then head to the door. You exhale slowly, before opening the door.

Immediately, you're wrapped in a huge bear hug from your strong older brother, and he snaps, "What the hell? Why have you been avoiding me like this?! Are you embarrassed? It's fine! I've thought about it, and if you're dating a Barcelona fan that's fine... As long as he's a good guy, it shouldn't matter that much, right?"

You blink in surprise, leaning back, away from him, and meet his eyes, which are very similar to your own in shape and color. He's not stupid. Clearly he's tried to figure it out. But the concept of me dating an actual player for the club is so ridiculous, he just expects it's some random culer dude? Just this concept makes your heart (which was already in your stomach) seem to fall down to your knees. You swallow and awkwardly smile. If you could speak, you would, but no words whatsoever come to mind, and your mouth feels much too dry to form any words.

"So... I'm assuming this is his flat? Is he here? Can I meet him? What's his name?"

You allow yourself to breathe a little, and swallow. "Yes, this is his flat... And he's here... In the kitchen... You- You can meet him..." You open the door wide for him, and have to try a few times, before your voice finally allows you to call, "Fer- Fermín!"

"Fer...mín? That's his name?" your older brother asks. You nod slowly meeting his eyes again. You can't imagine that Carlos would know who Fermín is... right? It's not like a gives really any of his attention to any football club other than Real Madrid... Perhaps just the name sounds familiar? Well, it's not like Fermín has a super uncommon name or anything...

Your head is starting to hurt from all this overthinking. You swallow. "Yeah, yeah... That's his name."

You watch with dread (which you never though you'd feel at the sight of him) as your boyfriend enters the room. He has a smile on his face, but he's eyebrows are knitted together.

For a moment, the two stand there.

It's strange, for you. Here are (probably) the two people you care about most. The two people you spend the most time with, the two's whose opinions you value the most. Here they are, together. Two who you care about so much, but have always been separate. And you've always kept it that way.

It feels off, to have the two in the same room, right here, in front of you.

Their heights don't differ much, but Fermín's younger, gentler features contrast with Carlos. Fermín has lighter, nicer kept hair, while your brother of course has the same shock of dark hair you have, and right now, it's grown out a bit, curling at his ears.

You stare at the two.

You swallow as something like very vague recognition is reflected on Carlos's face. He says slowly, holding his hand out to shake Fermín's, "Hola... Have we met before...?"

You can't help but shake your head a little. Carlos, not recognizing a first team Barcelona player when he's right in front of him.

Or, pretty much first team, anyway.

A (cute) little nervous crooked smile appears on your boyfriend's face. He sends you a brief little glance with only those chocolate brown eyes, before looking back to Carlos. He shakes his hand as he swallows and says, "Well, you know, I... uh, I actually play for FC Barcelona."

Carlos opens his mouth, shuts it, and opens it again. "Okay..." he says slowly. "That... It makes sense, now... that Y/n was at the game in Barbastro..." he seems to be talking more to himself. He glances to you, and his eyes linger, before shifting back to Fermín and saying, "Fermín... Fermín Gómez...?"

That crooked little smile appears on Fermín's face again. "López."

You watch as your older brother nods, and then looks to you slowly. "Y/n, can I...?" he trails off, glancing to Fermín.

Fermín seems to get the hint that you didn't even pick up and nods, saying, "I'll go finish making breakfast. Carlos and Y/n, you're welcome to just stay here in the living room." He gives a cute little awkward smile, and walks out of the room.

Now you don't want him to go.

But your brother gently takes your wrist and tows you to the couch, forcing your eyes to wander from the doorway that Fermín just left through. You look to Carlos and swallow. Those eyes. So incredibly earnest. "You're not... mad?" you murmur softly.

"Mad? I'm disappointed you hid it from me, and didn't trust me. A part of me doesn't feel right about you dating a Barcelona player, but it's not like the club someone is playing for decides how good of a boyfriend he is, or if he's meant to be with my sister or not. I'm shocked- I was expecting it's a Barcelona fan, not a player. But whatever..." He trails off, swallows, and finishes, "No. No, I'm not mad."

"Oh... Oh, okay... I'm... I'm sorry."

He nods, not looking at you. "I forgive you. I'm sorry, too. There had to have been a reason why you didn't trust me. So I'm sorry."

You say, "I forgive you," though you're not even one hundred percent sure what you're forgiving him for.

If you thought introducing just your older brother to Fermín was just terrible, introducing him to your whole family is like actual hell.

Fermín keeps his arms tightly around your shoulders as you sit on your couch. You feel stiff and rigid as Fermín manages the awkward questions and empty small talk. Your family is always so open, but with Carlos insisting everyone meet Fermín here, it's unnatural.

Why don't they accept him? They accept other people's friends, girlfriends, etc., much easier. Fermín is acting so sweet and polite.. like he always does... What don't they like about him?

Unlike Carlos, do they really care that much about stupid football club rivalries? Gosh, there are plenty of fans of different clubs who get on just fine.

How is Fermín being a player any different?

He's a culer, just like any fan, right? I mean, I don't know what I am. Am I a culer?

Who cares? I'm Fermín López's girlfriend and Carlos Sainz Sr.'s daughter. Think that's enough for one person!

Suddenly you're pulled out of your racing mind when Fermín's hand settles on your waist and he says, "...right, Y/n?"

"Uh, huh?" you ask, looking at Fermín just as he pecks your lips with a little laugh. You blush and murmur, "Gosh, Fermín, not here."

But he pulls you tighter to his side and says with a soft, slightly defiant little smirk, "I'm so happy that you all have accepted me as Y/n's boyfriend, Sainz family." The faces of your family members span from confused to uncomfortable to (only a few of them) genuinely accepting. But Fermín adds with a chuckle, kissing your cheek, "Although, of course, your opinions, or anyone's, about our relationship doesn't matter to me." He meets your eyes with those deep brown ones.

You swallow and nod, getting up the courage in that moment to respond with, "Yeah, Fermín... You know, I think I agree with you..."

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didalexiabreakupwitholgaisback · 7 days ago

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It seems there were some fans being horrible the match today and some people think pina said something about fascism? Have there historically been issues with espanyol like there have been with Madrid for example? Or was it something specific to this match?

oh yes, so if you read the lips of claudia pina in the clip i shared earlier, it appears like she is saying "puto fascistas de mierda." why would she say that? and why were the fans of espanyol so aggressive, cursing us, and throwing bottles and other objects at us?

well, after real madrid, espanyol is the team with which barça historically has the most fierce rivalry. and whenever they play each other, it's known as the derbi barceloní. the two teams are founding members of the spanish league, la liga, since the 1920s, but both had very different political developments, especially during the spanish civil war.

the full name of espanyol is reial club deportiu espanyol de barcelona, which translates to royal spanish sporting club of barcelona in catalan. as you can guess, the fact that the team name has the words royal and spanish in it, mean that the club has historic centrist and right-wing ties, and was pro the dictatorships of primo de rivera and franco. that reputation still exists today, and why pina was quick to denounce the team, especially its cursing fans, as fascists.

now, the rivalry isn't as heavy anymore since espanyol hasn't done so well on the men and women's side. it's also complicated by the fact that espanyol had a better youth academy and set-up on the women's side before barça and many of our players like alexia and torre, played for espanyol. but certainly among the fans, there's no love lost!

#espanyol femení #alexia putellas #claudia pina #fcb femení #futfem #woso #spanish history is fun #catalan history #catalan culture #catalan derby #football rivalry

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Star crossed lovers (Jude Bellingham fic)

Chapter 5

(Series Link)

Jude * female reader. Mature Language in parts.

Synopsis: A chance encounter in a tiny Madrid cafe with the newest superstar of her fav club. The two couldn't be more different, yet both feel the pull toward the other. Would this girl be the one he finally falls for? Would she make him change his ways? Even though she resists him every step of the way, would he fight all odds (& her) to have her in his life? Or would life come in the way of these star-crossed lovers?

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Ananya reached her apartment around 1 am. Roma was not back yet, thankfully. She wasn’t ready for her interrogation.

The night still felt surreal. She leaned against the dining table and held on to the edges to steady the head-rush she was feeling. If the Tupperware of leftover pasta was not in front of her (he had insisted she took some coz she had barely eaten), the girl would have seriously wondered if she had hallucinated the whole thing. But no, this really happened. And she didn’t bail on whatever this was, as she had initially planned to do.

The wine was still buzzing in her system, helping calm her nerves. Before turning in for the night, she sent him a quick message.

Ananya: Reached 15 mins ago. Thanks for the drop.

She wasn’t expecting a response. He must have a ton of people to talk to / respond to after the match earlier that night. So she started an episode of Friends, hoping to fall asleep in a bit.

5 mins later, her phone flashed.

Jude: Cool. Tired?

Ananya: Oh yeah, in bed already. You?

She rubbed her temple to soothe her straining eyes. It had been some day.

Jude: Wanted to crash but some of the guys still partying at Vini’s house. Cama kept sending me videos, gosh he’s so wasted right now. Came there for a bit.

She smiled at her phone. The team deserved every bit of celebration tonight.

Ananya: That’s nice. Have fun :)

Jude: Yup. What plans for tmrw? Boss cancelled our training so I am free till afternoon.

Ananya: Have to work a few hours in the morning, which might extend, not sure.

Jude: On Sunday morning?

Ananya: Welcome to investment banking.

Jude: Keep forgetting how smart you are.

Ananya: Not that smart, but ok :)

Jude: So, I have an ad shoot tomorrow evening, then flying out for an away game on Monday after training. Don’t know when I will see you next.

A wave of sadness hit her, surprising her with its force. Her brain admonished her. She had only just met him and she needed to get a grip.

Ananya: It’s fine. Will figure something when you are back.

Jude: Hmm. Haven’t even kissed you yet and you are already messing with my head.

The sadness was replaced by a warm shiver as she stared at the screen and thought of a response. But couldn’t come up with any.

Jude: Did you just fall asleep on me?

Ananya: Stop being dramatic. I am right here.

Jude: Naa, wish you were HERE. Why’d you leave?

Ananya: Jude, you know why.

There was something about the way she said his name that made him want to hear it on loop, in various settings. God damnit this girl.

Jude: Yeah yeah. You thought we won’t be able to keep it in our pants.

She choked on water, and some spilled out on her blanket.

Ananya: How drunk are you?

Jude: Plentyyyy. Don even know what’s been shoved down my throat anymore.

Ananya: Figures :)

Jude: One last thing. Veryyyy important, like proper critical.

Ananya: Yes?

Jude: Need to see you in my jersey.

She smiled to herself before typing.

Ananya: Maybe win the Madrid derby next, score the winner, and then we’ll talk?

Jude: Tough, tough crowd. No mercy. No rest for the wicked. No respect for the Classico winner.

He was even more dramatic when he was drunk. She could almost hear the whining from his texts.

Ananya: Good night, Jude :)

Jude: Good night, dove. Try not to dream of me too much. Mwahhh!

She smiled at the screen and ended up kissing it, finally drifting off to sleep.

Next morning, she woke up to a message from him. Sent at 5 am. A drunk out of their wits pic with Jude, Cama and Fede. Along with a caption.

Jude: Your preciousss Cama.

Then, another message from a few seconds later.

Jude: Don’t stare too long.

She responded with a heart emoji to the picture and got started with her day.

Next few hours were hectic. She got into her work mode, shutting out all the madness that had transpired the day before.

Still, in between, her eyes drifted to her phone, to see if there were any new messages. Poor guy must have been sleeping. Or busy. He did say he had an ad shoot in the second half.

She somehow pulled through the day, and it was almost 5 pm when she finally finished work. Roma was also on the same project. The girls sighed about it being Monday morning just next day, and decided to make the most of their remaining evening.

They ended up at the same cafe where Ananya had met him the other day. Was it just two days ago? God - so much had happened since then.

She ordered her favourite churros and took a picture. Then wondered whether she should send it to him. Would it look desperate? Like she was just seeking his attention? She couldn’t have that.

But it was a harmless pic. He would get the reference. Deciding to not overthink it, she ended up sending the photo with a caption.

Ananya: Back to ground zero!

No blue tick for over 15 mins.

Roma rolled her eyes at her then.

‘Can you stop the sappiness? Look around - lovely day. Lovely food. Let’s get some Sangria and let the world go to hell.’

Her roommate was the best. The two perfectly complimented each other. Plus, her American upbringing lent her this carefree attitude which Ananya really wished to imbibe.

‘Well, how can anyone say no to Sangria?’

The girls ordered a pitcher and ended up staying there for a few hours. Gossiping about their colleagues. Talking about life. Planning a vacation - Sevilla and Granada were top of their list. They looked up their calendars and found a long weekend that seemed ideal. The prospect itself making them cheerful.

By the time they got back, it was already 9 pm. There was still nothing from him. Not even a blue tick. She knew he was working. Yet, an ugly thought still creeped in - was this just a one night distraction? Did he already…lose interest after she dumped her constraints on him? All her doubts from last night came rushing back, leaving an unpleasant taste in her mouth.

She got into bed and tried watching a movie. Anything random to keep her thoughts at bay. While scrolling through her insta.

And there it was - a post from him a few mins ago about the ad campaign for a cologne. With a gorgeous, stunning model at his arm. Ofcourse.

The first photo looked like a part of the creative. The two were dressed immaculately in all black, she was leaning against his chest while his hand rested just above her butt. Seductiveness oozing from every inch of that frame.

The next was a BTS video - of him just being goofy on set while getting ready or trying to take a shot & not getting it right. The whole crew just getting charmed by his antics and boyish smiles. The model, in particular being extra supportive, extra attentive, giggling a bit too hard while holding onto his arm. Perfect hair, perfect figure and perfect skin. Ofcourse.

And just then, her insta reels recommendation showed Jude hugging multiple female fans who had lined up outside his shoot. They screamed his name, begging for hugs and he obliged. Warm, cozy, Jude hugs. Granted he only wrapped one arm around their shoulder and looked embarrassed when some of them reached up to kiss his cheek or pulled him closer, but still. This wasn’t something she needed to see right now.

Was this going to be her life from now on? Curled into bed, following his activities on social media, feeling inadequate. She didn’t deserve it. No girl deserved this.

She threw her phone aside and forced herself to focus on the movie. It was already 9:45, it would be best to get some sleep soon. Next week was going to be super hectic at work. Yes, work is what she needed do focus on. That’s why she was halfway across the world in this city. That was her goal in life right now. Not some ridiculously handsome random boy who made women go weak in their knees everywhere he went.

Around 10 pm, her phone buzzed. She had tucked herself into bed by then and almost decided to not look at it. But curiosity got the better of her.

Jude: Heyyy. Sorry my phone was not with me. Just getting back from a shoot.

She was equal parts relieved and irritated with that message. Ananya took a deep breath to calm herself down, and thought of a neutral response.

Ananya: Oh yeah, you had mentioned. How did it go?

Jude: Not too bad. Somehow got an ok on my take, that’s all I care about honestly. This acting gig ain’t no joke.

Ananya: Hmm.

Jude: Churros looked lovely. Hope you had fun.

Ananya: Yep, and yep.

Jude: Tired? Am I keeping you from something?

Ananya: Nope.

Jude: Why so wry then? What’s happened?

Oh, how she wanted to scream. What’s happened was exactly what she didn’t want to happen. What she swore she won’t put herself through with another boy. And this was amplified 1000 times here coz of who Jude was.

She started typing, then deleted, then typed again, unable to find the right words. This went on for two mins.

Jude: Can I call?

She sighed, exasperated. Her voice will immediately give away her irritated and confused state. But he knew something was up and typing like this was getting exhausting.

Ananya: Sure.

He called the next second. She braced herself, then answered.

‘Hey.’

She couldn’t have possibly made it sound drier even if she tried.

‘Hey. Wassup?’

‘Nothing, was just about to crash. Already in bed.’

‘Hmm, won’t keep you for long. Just wanna hear your voice.’

Damn him. To the moon and back. Damn his sweet agonising voice.

‘Why? Looks like you had enough company today.’

The words just tumbled out of her before she could check herself. Great going girl, way to make yourself look pathetic.

He paused for a few seconds.

‘What’s that supposed to mean?’

‘Nothing, forget it.’

‘Tell me you’ll sort this on your own and wake up all fine tomorrow morning, I’ll leave it be.’

She knew that wasn’t gonna happen. There was also no way for this to ever work if she wasn’t honest with him. Especially given his situation, things will just compound and then break very quickly. If they ever even get started, that is.

‘The photos bothered me a bit.’

She could sigh him breathe audibly at the other end - probably getting irritated at her insecurity. Or her immaturity. Maybe both.

‘What about them bothered you?’

Damn him for always making her spell everything out loud.

‘Just…her? Everything about that stunning woman. Looks like she fancied you.’

She could tell the wheels were churning in his mind at the other end.

‘I see. And you think I should be with someone like her. In fact, maybe I am going to her hotel room right now & talking to you on the way.’

Her silence was deafening. Jude gripped the edge of his seat to not curse out loud.

‘Ananya - didn’t we speak about this last night? Are we gonna go back full circle here?’

‘I am sorry. It’s just - I don’t know how I could ever compete with someone like that. Also, I don’t want to. I am a normal, regular girl Jude. Don’t need that in my life right now, or ever.’

‘YOU DON’T HAVE TO COMPETE. Can’t you see you have already won?’

Warmth and fuzziness ran over her, making her feel gooey inside. She had to clutch her tummy to arrest that feeling. To arrest the freefall.

‘You don’t know what’s gonna happen.’

Jude fought the urge to throw his phone against the opposite seat.

‘DO YOU? Does anyone? Girl, why don’t you believe me when I say I want you? Should I list down how much I have fantasised about you the last two days? How much I wanna…..’

‘Stop, please stop Jude. Please.’

Both were breathing heavily at this point, for different reasons.

‘Can I ask you for one thing, Ananya? Try trusting me till I give you an explicit reason not to. I am not such a dog, y’know. Yes, I have seen multiple girls together before but all parties KNEW it was casual. No commitments. This is not that. This is not a situationship. I would have told you to your face if that’s what I was looking for.’

She clutched her phone close to her chest. Him being who he was had made it all so hard. But he was right - he hadn’t done anything. Well, not yet.

‘I don’t know what to say, Jude. Like I know a lot of this is in my head but I don’t know how to make it go away.’

Heavy breathing continued at both ends. He broke the silence after a few moments.

‘How about this? Ask me what you really wanna ask me. All your unsaid questions, assumptions, perceptions about me that make you want to distance yourself. I won’t lie, promise. Be the smart girl I know you are and break it down like you will a work project.’

That was actually a fair suggestion. She could see what he was trying to do by appealing to her logical side. Not just a pretty face. Clearly not.

She chucked her inhibitions on how crude her questions might sound. He was right - without this they would keep coming back full circle.

‘So…when you said you were dating multiple women together..’

‘Seeing…not dating.’

He clarified before she could go on. It was an important distinction for him.

‘Yes, seeing them together, how long back was that?’

‘In Dortmund.’

‘Hmmm.’

She didn’t know how to feel about that. So she skipped to the next obvious question.

‘And…what about Madrid?’

‘Seen a couple, texted a couple, but not at the same time.’

‘Ok. When was the last time you were…you know..’

He understood the question before her finishing it.

‘Two weeks ago.’

‘I see.’

That wasn’t too long back. Was he still in touch with her? Did they meet up at his house? Something about the last thought made her feel icky.

‘And, these rendezvous, usually happen where?’

He chuckled at her choice of words. She really was something.

‘At a hotel close by. It’s a private, exclusive property.’

‘Ofcourse.’

He could tell there was a tinge of sarcasm in that last word but chose to let it go.

‘Are you in touch with her….the last one?’

‘Not since a week.’

She was feeling particularly bold at this point. Jude could anticipate her next question from a mile away.

‘Well, are you planning to?’

‘Nope. Not her. Not anyone else. I will only be with you and you will only be with me. Exclusively.’

He declared without hesitation. Her mouth open and closed at his last line, unsure of how to react. He waited patiently.

‘And what about the hordes of women who throw themselves at you daily? Who would do absolutely anything you want, and more?’

‘There is no easy fix here. You will have to find a way to believe that I will not stray, I will not indulge them.’

He could have backed his statement with evidence. Coz the model from today did slip him her number & he had politely wriggled out of that. But even he had the good sense to know this wasn't the time to bring that up.

She appreciated how he didn’t try to feed her any rosy crap, really following through on answering honestly. His tone & speed of response gave her enough assurance that he wasn’t being evasive.

She had run out of questions and said as much to him. Weirdly, in some inexplicable way, this was healing.

‘My turn then.’

This caught her off guard. But it was a fair ask, after the grilling she just put him through.

‘Sure, go ahead.’

‘Open your door in precisely 1 minute. I will ask in person.’

The phone dropped from her hand as she sat up, landing somewhere under the blanket. She reached for it blindly with one hand while switching on the lights with the other.

‘What do you mean in person? You don’t know where I live.’

‘Agnes knows.’

Ofcourse. His driver had dropped her home last night. Great, his presence was making her dumb now.

‘But….what if someone sees you? Roma is home too. The house is so messy. And I am, I am..One second, your shoot was on the other side of town and this is not in your way. What would you be doing here? Are you messing with me?’

She rambled faster that the speed of light. He ignored every other comment but picked up on the last one.

‘How did you know where my shoot was?’

Damn. Bloody rotten hell. She groaned audibly on the phone and he laughed out loud.

‘Dove is a stalkerrrrrr!’

He said teasingly, in a sing-song voice.

Before she could respond, she heard a car honk under her window. No, this couldn’t be. He wouldn’t. Would he?

‘Buzz me in and open the door. I am getting out of the car now.’

Ananya rushed frantically to the door, buzzing the building gate open. The idea of someone seeing him here filling her with nerves. Thankfully, she was on the first floor, half a staircase away from the building door.

Three seconds later, she saw him enter the building. Eight seconds later, she was grabbing his arm and pulling him into the apartment, shutting the door firmly behind them.

What was he thinking? What if someone had seen him outside? The media crap storm would have been unstoppable. How irresponsible was this? The gall of him to show up unannounced like that, anytime he wanted. Oh, she was mad. Raving mad.

Before she could turn around and give him a piece of her mind, strong arms wrapped around her from behind.

‘Sorry. Just wanted to see you once before I fly out tomorrow. Didn’t want to leave on this note.’

And just like that, he knocked the fight out of her chest. With two simple lines. Frankly she was a goner at sorry itself. The boy carried a magic wand of persuasion with him.

Her shoulders, which were tensed in anger, dropped as she leaned back into his chest. He kissed the back of her head, conveying his gratitude.

She could stay like this forever. In his warm, comforting hold. His scent, familiar by now (when did that happen?), seeping into her skin, taking over her senses. His big, calloused hands enveloping her smaller ones. Involuntarily, she sighed.

‘Thank you for being honest with me earlier. I feel better now.’

‘I am glad. My turn? Only have one question.’

‘Ofcourse.’

He turned her around in his arms and tilted her chin up to look straight into her eyes.

‘Would you let me kiss you right now?’

Time stood still. She was very numb yet very aware in that moment. The dim lighting in the living room from the night lamp, the faint noise from the street, the rhythmic tapping of feet coming from Roma’s locked room who was blaring music on her headphones. All registering in some peripheral part of her brain.

But what she was hypnotised by was his face, and his eyes, gazing intently at her, drawing her in. How was it ever possible to say no to that face? To those big brown eyes which looked even deeper, softer, more vulnerable than ever before?

She didn’t realise when he took off his jacket, nudged her towards the dining table a short distance away, put his hands on the sides of her waist, lifted her slightly to place her on the table. But when her legs were being parted gently so he could stand in front of her, their torsos touching, her trance broke. The heat radiating from his body was palpable.

Jude’s face was inches away, almost eye level. A pleasing, handsome, perfectly symmetrical face. The dim lighting creating a halo around him. Ananya tilted her head to look at Roma’s room and if it was still locked. But he put two fingers on her cheek to turn her back to him.

‘Been waiting for this since I saw you.’

Jude lifted her arms & wrapped them around his neck, while his hands stroked her back. The flimsy fabric of her tank top not providing any barrier; it was almost like he was stroking her skin. Her legs, spread wide apart to fit him in, dangled aimlessly on the edge of the table.

How was he expecting a coherent verbal response from her in this situation?

She slowly slid one of her hands from his long muscly neck to his hair, fingers gliding through the thick, firm, soft curls. Her eyes searching his, telling him this is the best she could do right now.

That was all the signal he needed. Her grip in his hair tightened as he angled his head to cover her lips with his. Plump, pillowy lips caressing hers. Making her tightly shut her eyes and whimper out. Which broke something in him.

He dove in again with more urgency, parting her lips this time, getting them to move in sync with his. She gladly obliged, submitting to his rhythm while her heart hammered against her chest. She wondered if he could hear it too. But he was too occupied with tasting her mouth. All her little sounds & shudders giving him a head rush. His hot breath fanning her cheeks.

When her whimpers went up an octave, he gave her a little breather, connecting their foreheads as they breathed in the same air. Her hands had fallen to the wide expanse of his shoulders, clutching at them to anchor herself.

He kissed her forehead, the top of her eyes, and placed two delicate pecks on each cheek. His light stubble grazing her skin. She tilted her head involuntarily along with his movements, giving him ready access, like a puppy would to someone petting it.

‘Ananya, lemme see you.’

The way he said her name, the fondness in his voice, it was like a silent command she couldn’t deny. Her hands gripped his shoulders tighter as she opened her eyes.

He smiled affectionately, and it took her breath away. All the walls she had built around herself, all the rules, all the notions of just focusing on her work for now, this boy had bulldozed his way through all that with just his breathtaking smile.

Some part of her still conscious brain tried to chide her that she was no different than any of the other girls fawning over him. All it took was him showering her with his undivided attention and she was putty in his hands. But her brain couldn’t get a word in edgewise, her other senses had taken over.

Jude reached for her hands, unclasped them from his shoulders, somehow sensing the tension in them. What he did next made her lightheaded. He moved his lips to her palms, placing soft, lingering kisses on both. And then, he moved her hands to his face, as if asking her to hold him. Somehow, this felt even more intimate than their kiss.

His unending torso was all hard muscle, pressed into hers, but his face was soft. Rugged yet soft. Her hands couldn’t even fully cover his cheeks, she noted absentmindedly. So she used the pads of her thumbs to stroke the rest of his gorgeous face.

Suddenly, he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her closer into him. She looked up in surprise, finding darker, hooded eyes.

‘The next time you wanna run away from me, remember this feeling.’

Not only had his eyes changed colour but his voice had turned hoarse too. Insistent lips crashed into hers, prying them open, his tongue penetrating her mouth. She gasped at the invasion. One of her hands fell from his face & settled behind her on the table, trying to find balance, as the force of his kiss made her lean backwards, with him looming over her.

His spare hand gripped her bare thigh to help steady her. She just realised how her tiny sleeping shorts had completely inched up her legs, leaving them almost fully bare. His hand was firm and his fingers dug into her skin, making her head spin.

She lost her balance, despite his support, falling further backwards and knocking down a container behind her on the table. He broke the kiss & stretched his arm to reach for the container, finding it just before it was about to crash on the floor. While she just panted in his hold.

‘Jude…I..’

‘Shhhhh, I got you.’

They fell into a warm, comforting embrace. Arms settling around each others’ backs. Her face resting in the crook of his neck as he quietly stroked her hair.

‘Did it ever occur to you that it’s hard for me to trust as well?’

That made her grudgingly break the hug and look up at him with confused eyes, while their arms remained locked around each other.

‘It’s tough to figure if someone really likes me for me or it’s the lifestyle, fame, money and exposure that they are after. If a private encounter would remain private or the details would be splashed over some social media later. If some photoshopped images or invented stories be circulated as sworn truth. I have struggled to judge, so honestly I stopped trying. Keeping it just about sex was simpler. Uncomplicated. Convenient. No strings attached.’

No, it hadn’t occurred to her at all. Not till he put it like that. On any other day, she would have been irked at him trying to conveniently defend his conscious indulgences. But it felt more like an admission than justification.

She stroked his neck and shoulders as he continued being vulnerable with her.

‘You see, the normal and regular you think to be such a distancing factor, is in fact the opposite. A huge chunk of my life will always be public, I get that. I signed up for that. But this bit, I wanna protect. I’d love to come home to someone normal.’

Ananya stroked his face with all the tenderness she could muster. Trying to show that she understands. From the way he relaxed into her, she figured he got her message.

Jude knew he had to be careful with her. Seeing her skimpy nightclothes hugging her body tonight had already disrupted his brain chemistry. He couldn’t shake the thought of how easy it would be to just push her on her back then & there. To rid her of the flimsy fabric barely covering her form l, with one determined tug.

That’s why he knew he had to leave soon, while he was still thinking with his head. She wasn’t ready, not yet.

‘That your room?’

He tilted his head towards the open door at the end of the corridor.

‘Uh-huh.’

‘Want me to carry you in and tuck you into bed? I will leave after a goodnight kiss.’

She met his gaze with a twinkle in her eye, cocking her head sideways, biting her lip slowly. His eyes followed every little movement.

‘Think you can handle being in my bedroom just to tuck me in?’

Boy, he didn’t see that coming. Didn’t know she had it in her. It immediately made him even more interested. The open challenge in her eyes, the suggestive tone, and that jutting out bottom lip. That needed to be responded to.

He leaned in and bit down at the same spot on her lower lip, making it sting a bit, then flicking it with his tongue. His hand gripped her bare thigh again, knocking the sass out of her.

‘Lippy. So lippy. I love it.’

He continued rubbing circles on her thigh with his thumb till he drew a moan out of her, despite her biting her cheek to keep it in.

‘Your pretty brain may not approve of me yet, but your body is definitely #TeamJude.’

She gasped, and he chose that moment to lean in for a deep goodnight kiss. Making it wet & sloppy, on purpose, so much so that she had to wipe her mouth with the back of her hand when he was done with her.

‘Sleep tight, dove. Talk to ya tomorrow. And..’

He leaned in to whisper in her ear, enunciating each word.

‘Will think about you tonight. Maybe in the car as well.’

With one last attempted wink, he bid her goodbye and walked out. While she was still perched up on the table, her body tingling everywhere he had touched her, her lips tasting of him, and her mind reeling from what had just happened.

………………………

There it is. Was delayed because, well, the pictures threw me off :)

As always, feedback / comments are always welcome. Hope you are enjoying their journey so far!

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insidekatmind · 3 months ago

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rival team's- Vinicius Jr.

Wearning: +18,smut, english is not my first language.

The night before the great derby between Atlético Madrid and Real Madrid, you are sitting on the couch with Vinicius, arms crossed and a determined look in your eyes. He looks at you with a funny smile, already imagining what you are going to ask him.

"Vinny..." you begin to say, almost begging.

He bends his head, intrigued. "Tell me, love."

Take a deep breath and try to keep the tone serious. "Tomorrow... can you, uh, play a little more... bad? You know, maybe get some balls stolen? Just to give Atlético a chance?" You cast a hopeful glance, but he bursts into a sincere laugh, shaking his head.

"You want me to play badly?" he repeats incredulous, eyes glittering with challenge. "So, to favor your team?"

"Vinny!" Insist, crossing your arms and making a grimace. "It’s not too much to ask! For once! You can’t imagine how much it would mean to me to see Atlético win... right against you."

He approaches, placing a hand on your face and chuckles, his eyes fixed in yours. " And you really think I can lose just to make you happy?"

Puffs, annoyed by his reaction. "Yes! I mean, it would be a great gesture, wouldn’t it?"

Vinicius holds you tighter, the smile that won’t go out. "Are you telling me you’d be mad if I scored tomorrow?"

"That’s right!" you answer in tone, sulking.

He laughs again, approaching your ear. "You know what I’ll do then?" she whispers in a low, provocative voice. " Not only will I play as if it was the last game of my life... but I’ll score. I’ll score for you."

Your heart beats as you look at it, unbelieving. "Vinny, don’t you dare..."

"Yes, instead," he insists, the bright eyes of defiance. "And when I score, I will look you straight in the eye, to see your expression."

Vinicius watches you, his lips bent in a bold smile, while you try to be serious.

"Vinny, listen to me," you call him back, determined, as he comes even closer. "You could make an effort. You know how much it would mean to me..."

He shakes his head, holding a laugh, then grabs you for life and draws you to himself, his lips touching yours, as a challenge. " No way," he whispers against your mouth before kissing you, a slow and deep kiss, as if he wants to make you forget everything you just asked him.

His hands run down your back, and you find yourself melting against him, almost forgetting the reason for your little argument. But then, when you finally come off, he looks at you with that same arrogant grin.

"I really don’t understand how you can be a fan of Atlético..." he says in a joking tone, even though his eyes betray a hint of jealousy. " Your boyfriend plays for Real, yet your heart beats for the other team?"

Take a deep breath and cross your arms, determined not to let her kiss distract you. "What can I do if I grew up with Atlético?" You fight back, trying to keep it serious.

He raises an eyebrow and chuckles, putting his hand on his heart, pretending to be hurt. "Ah, you break my heart, you know? Tomorrow I have to play against your 'team of heart' while you cheer for them..."

"Vinny, don’t be dramatic," you burst out, trying to hold back a smile.

But he comes even closer, his lips pressing gently against your neck, his warm breath against your skin. " Don’t be dramatic? Honey, I’m your boyfriend and you’re rooting for my opponents," she mutters in a provocative tone. Then he gives you a cheeky look. "I bet a goal wouldn’t change your mind, would it?"

"Stop teasing me," you say to him in a funny tone, trying to mask the slight jealousy that you feel too. "You are really stubborn."

"Oh, me stubborn?" he replies, chuckling. "And you expect me to play badly just to win Atletico? You know that’s never gonna happen, right?"

You sighed, knowing that you will not convince him, but you try anyway. " If you really love me, you’ll think more about how I feel and a little less about the game..." You try to insist, but he interrupts you with another kiss, more insistent and enveloping, as if he wanted to erase every word of protest from your lips.

When it finally comes off, he looks at you with mischievous eyes. "Tomorrow, when I score, I want you to look me straight in the eye," she whispers. " And maybe when I see how angry you are, it’ll be even sweeter."

As soon as you arrive at the stadium, you proudly wear your Atlético shirt and head to their fans' stands, ignoring the puzzled looks of the Real fans who recognize you as Vinicius’s girl. It doesn’t matter: today your heart beats for your team, and you are determined to support Atlético to the end.

Before the game starts, send a last message to Vinicius, hoping to get him to give up:

"Vinny, please... a game for my happiness costs you nothing. Just don’t be at your best, please."

But after a few minutes, his answer comes, dry and decided:

"I love you, but I can’t help but teach you a lesson. Get ready to see your team lose, baby 😉.”

You’re frustrated and try to calm down, but you can’t stop smiling because you know that Vinicius is just having fun teasing you. When you look at the field, you see him training with Jude and his other teammates. Jude notices you in the stands, looks at your shirt and, surprised, waves to Vinicius, who turns around and sees you. His eyes shine with a mischievous light, and on his face appears a confident smile.

Vinicius approaches Jude, who shakes his head laughing, while Vinny raises a hand to greet you from afar. Then, getting more serious, he looks at you and puts two fingers to his forehead as if to say "Be ready".

At the start of the match, Real Madrid come on to the pitch with determination. Vinicius seems unstoppable: dribble opponents, runs like lightning and challenges the defense of Atlético with a grit that you can not ignore. Every time you touch the ball, your heart beats. You hope for a mistake, a hesitation, but he is focused, and his performance seems to be designed to make you lose patience.

At one point, Vinicius comes dangerously close to the Atlético goal, passes the defender with an elegant shot, and... scores. The whole stage explodes with exultation, while you remain open-mouthed, unbelieving. From the field, Vinicius looks for you with his gaze, and as soon as he crosses your eyes, he smiles defiantly and makes a small gesture with his hand, like saying "This is for you."

Then, exaggerating, it beats slightly the chest where is the coat of arms of Real Madrid, maintaining eye contact with you. You bite your lip to hold back the expression of anger that is coming down your face. But you couldn’t deny how sexy it was. You see him as he returns to his companions, exchanging a look of complicity with Jude and laughing among himself.

At the next interval, send him a message, failing to hold yourself:

"I swear you’ll pay for this, Vinny."

His answer comes after a few moments:

"save this energy after for my cock baby😉"

And you understand that not only will he not give up, but that his goal is to see you even more angry and... incredibly attracted to him, just like now.

When the second half begins, you realize that Vinicius is determined to do more than play well; he wants to make his mark. Every time he touches the ball, his speed, precision and technique seem perfectly calibrated to devastate the Atlético’s defense. The fans around you moan, annoyed, while he dribbles, shoots and scores another goal with disarming ease.

With every action he takes, your pride as an Atlético fan is increasingly hurt. Yet, a part of you can’t help but admire it. It’s as if the field is his kingdom and you can’t do anything but watch, completely subjugated.

When the referee whistles the end and Real’s victory is assured, the crowd explodes in a roar. Vinicius, as a true triumphant, turns to you, looking for you in the stands. He sees you, and with that cheeky smile you know he showed off all the way through the game, he sends you a kiss from afar, raising a hand as if to say "This is all yours."

As the crowd dispels, you stand still, still angry. When you finally reach him, Vinicius is leaning against the wall of the locker room, his face illuminated by a proud expression. He comes to you immediately, and before you can say anything, he wraps you in a possessive embrace.

"You’re not angry, are you?" she whispers to you in that provocative tone, her eyes shining with malice.

You push him slightly, sulking. "I couldn’t ask for more, huh? You really overdid it, Vinicius... You destroyed my team!" You’re protesting, trying to look annoyed, but he won’t let you go.

"I like you more when you cheer for me," he counters, drawing even closer, his warm breath against your skin. " Is it really that hard for you to support Real? To support me?"

Feel the heart that accelerates as he scans you, and despite the irritation, you can’t help but notice how attractive he is, with his hair all messy and his skin shiny sweat. You bite your lip, trying to hide how much it struck you to see it in action.

"I will not..." You start to say, but he silences you with a sudden, intense kiss, as if he knew exactly how to turn your anger into something completely different. His hands hold you with a force that leaves no room for resistance, and you find yourself melting in his arms.

When you finally get away, he looks at you satisfied. "Then?" still provokes you. "I’ll make you cheer for me whether you like it or not."

Vinicius looks at you with an intense look, without stopping smiling with that mixture of mischief and challenge that sends you off. Then, without saying anything to you, he takes you by the hand and brings you with him into the empty dressing room, closing the door behind you. The echo of the match still echoes through the walls, but now it seems that you two exist.

He makes you sit on him, his hands holding your hips while his eyes shine, full of satisfaction. He doesn’t even give you time to protest: his lips open on yours, catching you in a deep, hungry kiss. His hands move slowly along your back, and you feel that he is savoring every moment of this moment.

Lifting a corner of your Atlético shirt, Vinicius laughs softly, with a mocking air. " How badly this shirt suits you," she whispers against your lips, her fingers caressing the edge of the cloth with provocative gesture. " Should make you wear only white."

You smile, enjoy more than annoyed, as you come even closer, sliding your hands over her still wet hair. " You couldn’t get me to change sides," you mores, trying not to be distracted by his touch.

Vinicius shakes his head, laughing again. "Not yet," he replies, his low and seductive tone. "But I’m working on it, don’t worry."

And without warning, she draws you back to herself, her lips exploring your neck, leaving a kiss trail along your skin. Every time he kisses you, you feel his hold on you becoming more confident, as if he wants to affirm that, at least for now, you are all his own, and there is no team that can matter.

You let go in his arms, your supposed anger now faded. In fact, you’re getting more and more attracted to him, enthralled by the way he manages to make you lose your head even when you should be angry.

Vinicius smiles at your skin, as if he could read every emotion perfectly. "You like me better when I win, don’t you?" It still provokes you, the voice full of confidence.

You look at him, pretending to reflect for a moment, then you lean over him, responding with an equally passionate kiss. " Perhaps," you murmur, as his hands hold you even tighter.

And in that moment you realize that even if Vinicius is your football opponent, for you there is nothing but the way he makes you feel: challenged, provoked and completely lost in his eyes.

Vinicius strips you off quickly as he takes off his shorts and boxer shorts to let you ride him.

Groan as you feel the length of Vinicius pushing into you, massaging itself unconsciously with slow and relaxing strokes. He sighs feeling your pussy tight around his cock and lowers his head back feeling your pussy squeezing it so well. "This pussy is made for me, only for me" she said as she pushed a little harder inside you and you nodded moaning as you started to accompany her thrusts while you ride it

You tremble slightly as you feel your g-spot hit you and moan loudly at his name and he smiled arrogantly. "Come on baby make everyone feel how good I’m making you feel" she said and slapped your ass to then guide your movements and both of them groaned.

Vinicius kisses you again as he continues to fuck you while you reciprocate. Your kiss was a struggle for dominance and was full of moaning. The struggle for dominance won by Vinicius and he makes his tongue enter yours as he explores your mouth and you groan squeezing his cock coming on him.

When you break off the kiss he smiled as he keeps pushing his cock into your pussy. "you like it when I humiliate your team and then fuck you properly, huh?" he said pushing harder and you moaned as you leaned your head on the groove of his neck.

Vinicius grabs your hair with one hand to make you lift your head and look at it while he holds your ass with his high hand. "Is that so hmm?" It provokes you by patting you on the butt and fucking you harder by coming inside.

"Fuck the athletic you’re just my y/n and I don’t share you" she said as you moaned feeling her cum inside of you.

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pessiofficial · 1 year ago

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barca vs. real madrid match analysis (10/28/23)

i don't know what to say, overall just a really, really disappointing match especially when we deserved a lot more. all credit to real madrid (specifically jude) because they capitalized on the chances they had, something we obviously need to learn how to do.

i wanna start with the positives:

gavi. absolutely ridiculous player, had bellingham, kroos, and valverde in his pocket for the first half until romeu came in and he moved out of the pivot role. he was imo the best player on the field for both sides today, and if we can't take away the three points from today we can at least sleep a little easy knowing that the rest of the world knows how good he is now!!! i even saw utdtrey compliment him which is a win in my book. he's easily barca's best player this season and if we get a little further in the ucl i think he makes that ballon d'or shortlist easy.

okay next up are the players who i thought had good games. gundo of course with the goal, he's so clutch and was very sharp without it too. cancelo was amazing and araujo had vini (don't even get me started on vini today :/ ) in his pocket the entire time, it was amazing. rock solid defending except for those last 20 minutes, but i think there's a reason for our mistakes that i'll get into in a second. also fermin, christensen, and inigo had good games.

in terms of tactics and coaching, xavi coached a 1-0 or 2-0 win today, we just need to learn how to convert more than 1 of every 6 chances. there's no excuse. lewandowski's first touch is abysmal, i barely saw ferran, and joao felix only had that one chance. we just need more. xavi made a really good point about real madrid when he said that they knew how to convert the chances they took and he's absolutely right. we had a lot of unlucky shots but still, just expected more.

now onto the negatives. lewandowski had a stinker, but he also literally just came back so i'll take it a little easy on him. romeu is just not barcelona quality, he's been decent in the smaller games but he's so vulnerable without de jong next to him, it's almost laughable. the winning goal happened because romeu didn't mark bellingham. we need frenkie back and i'm so serious when i say we're horrible without him in that pivot. i didn't realize fully how important busquets was to this team until i saw a new pivot play.

now, the elephant in the room: ter stegen. i don't know about the second goal because it was from such close range, but that first one? any good goalie doesn't let that in, and on top of that any respectable goalie doesn't get shots like that taken against him very often. players nowadays know that if you shoot from distance against stegen it's going in. i've been a neuer truther for a long time and i've always meant it when i said that ter stegen isn't built for the biggest stage. he does this in ucl nights, he does it in clasicos. he had a good league season last year but he's just not barcelona quality in the bigger ucl/derby games. that shot from bellingham wouldn't have gone in if stegen had saved it instead of trying to parry it away. really, truly embarassing. i hope he can acknowledge and fix this.

last thoughts about the other team: i really don't think anyone from real madrid played particularly amazing except bellingham (who i actually don't think played well he just did what it took when it mattered) and modric, who really changed the tempo of the game when he came in. the refereeing was... fine. yes that was a pen for araujo but honestly we're lucky that ferran didn't get a red for that tackle, there are some refs who would've given that. vini was especially bitchy today, i don't understand why. he's genuinely so unlikeable and there was no need for any of the things he did especially when he had a stinker. this being said if he did suffer any racist abuse (as i've heard) i condemn that as well, never any room for racism.

anyway, we move!!! the season is very long and when pedri, fdj, and kounde are back we'll be better. this was a good lesson for us on finishing our goddamn chances and we'll be better. this game has proven that we can compete at a european level and we will for many years to come.

#footy analysis #barcelona #fc barcelona #barca #el clasico #barca vs real madrid #gavi #fermin lopez #ilkay gündoğan #oriol romeu #lewy

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rmfantasysetpieces1 · 8 days ago

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Madrid Derby- Atletico Madrid vs Real Madrid 02/08/2025

MY THOUGHTS

:) if i was the ref, no penalty, but i can see why another ref would

the sack on Alvarez, straight down the middle:)

and circa 37th minute, that should had been a yellow on vasquez for the foul on girezzman , missed the ball completely, and kicked the player

circa 37:36 should be yellow on bellingham for simulation

Atleti are playing the simeone way, a reactive sytem, yes, atletico madrid has a greater offensive modulation but it is the same

Look at the passes of griezzman

the pass from depaul circa 39:55 that was it julian awww, you had it , you had the crown of emperor in your hands and you blew it.

Everyone in world football knows to attack vasquez, this is not weakness, valvede can't be in the backline with atletico madrid's passing. Griezzman + Rodrigo de paul made two assist worthy passes.

For the record Tchouameni has been brilliant. the penalty is ref prerogative.

HALFTIME THOUGHTS

Two battling teams. they both had chances. It is a derby, battle on. The rotation of simeone is working. Atletico Madrid still don't have the goals. Alvarez/Galan had chances, got to use them.

second half

no changes, but simeone will get changes in

and circa 49:15 real madrid score, it was scrappy but rodrygo made that goal, he has worked very hard to get it in, poor gimenez, his defensive stop is an assist, always cover your man atletico madrid

Bellingham is the number 9, this is what happens when you have three strikers: vini/rodrygo/mbappe and none can play a false 9, so a midfielder has to be there, while also support the midfield, it is a challenge but that is how it goes

56:39 that should had been a card on the real madrid player with the sliding tackle so i think the ref has been even based on where i would have carded either side.

if only mbappe could pass as well as he takes goals, he attracted three atleti players but coouldn't make the pass

The ref lets the game fly, alvarez gave guiliano simeone a great chance at goal 59:38 didn't take it first time

62:37 simeone rotation, done all season

Lino/galan/guiliano

Reineldo/Koke/molino

Koke frightens me cause he doesn't have speed and has been liable in the midfield with his slow reactions.

65:04 ahh atleti, another chance, we just don't finish them well, you can see the atletico madrid squad is full of passers, movers, players built for the team.

and it was in Fran Garcia's area, some say that Fran Garcia is better than mendy but when you have squad like real madrid you need players who are defensively honest. Fran garcia was caught out three times in the second half whereas mendy would not had been, with the way vini/rodrygo/mbappe move about that attacking wide defensive line player isn't needed cause none of them use the overlap, the are too busy shifting positions with each other, fanatics of the barca way who don't comprehend the breadth of strategy don't see this, carlo ancelotti does.

69:12 no excuse mbappe, you are free

69:39 Tchouameno, great work defensively, read the play and made the outplay, sad so many think he is poor at his job

74:23 great work Alvarez , Griezzman couldn't hit the target,

76:19

DePaul out for Correa

77:21 :) i love Koke, old captain, everyone knows he is slowest when he is on the pitch and he expects to be pressed hard.

80th minute, again mbappe can't pass, said it so many times. saw it as psg all the time

79:53 the real madrid switch

Lucas/ceballos

camavinga/modric

Alvarez out for Sorloth, the beast is in!!!

81:55 again, Vini + Rdorygo passing, pressing, team work is better balanced for real madrid. Mbappe has only made two truly incisive passes forward for teammates this whole game by my count

84:27 the first big miscommunication by atletico madrid, players are tired, big game. had chances

87:05 Rodrygo out for Brahim

87:38 poor kid, the ball is deflecting all over the place, the auto handball rule really doesn't fit situations in chaos well

90:33 that is the problem with playing valverde in the backline for carlo, he doesn't run like a wide back and gave the ball away

END OF GAME

Good game, Barca got what they wanted a draw, Atletico Madrid had chances, some really good ones, didn't capitalize, I am only angry with some we didn't challenge the keeper but, long season. Onto the next game.

#rmsoccer

#rmsoccer #rmfantasysetpieces #rmfantasysetpieces1 #atleti #atleticomadrid #realmadrid #laliga #julian #alvarez

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Dijon - Lyon OLPlay Postgame Interviews

I was talking to someone (on private) and I said that there aren't any rivalries that can really compete with Lyon - PSG. Real Madrid Fem is too young for the RM - Barcelona rivalry to actually mean anything; Tottenham isn't on the same level as Arsenal; Arsenal - Chelsea lack the requisite bad blood. Wolfsburg - Bayern comes close, but even it lacks the requisite bloodlust. Lyon - Wolfsburg is a rivalry embedded in deep mutual respect. Is Lyon - Barcelona a rivalry? Only Barca fans seem to think so.

A good and proper rivalry is messy and personal and petty and complicated. It means something. Selma Bacha gets that.

Blah blah standard disclaimers apply; yes I would still give away a vital organ on the black market for either some Earl Grey with soy or a decent bottle of wine; y'all know the speech by now.

SONIA BOMPASTOR INTERVIEW

Bompastor: Yes, hello to everybody. Indeed, the pregame speech today was about moving a little more forward in our objectives with the three points and a win. So yeah. We did that. In terms of results, we're obviously satisfied, we're heading in the right direction. As you said, now there are two important games coming up over the next two weeks: one for the Coupe [de France], one for the league. Those are two finals, we'll have to get the wins.

Journalist: A quick on the performance of the day? We know the team had a little break, who now had plenty of time to prepare for this month of May, the final stretch. Was it also the opportunity for you to do an analysis on how the team is doing?

Bompastor: Yeah, in terms of the preparation for the game and what we were expecting, we're in line with our objectives. It's true that we had some players coming back from injury, we were able to give them some playing time today. And that will allow us as of Sunday to focus on the objective of winning the Coupe de France with a maximum amount of players who are apt and competitive. And there you have it. The choices are difficult [for the lineups], but that's a good thing when you look at the goals we want to accomplish.

Coralie Ducher: Hi, Sonia. We noticed that there was a lot of work on tactics for free kicks. Is that because of the upcoming game or did you just want to have some variety for those sorts of things?

Bompastor: Yeah, indeed, it's something we've been focused on the past weeks. Both offensively for us, because we have a lot of quality so there can be more variety, and also in terms of weaknesses we have identified in our opponents, being able to exploit those weaknesses. In any case, today against Dijon we saw that far post was often open, so we needed to do initial runs to draw defenders towards the front post and we scored the first goal by Vanessa that way. So it's good, it paid off, and that's a good thing.

Journalist: A word, Sonia, before we let you go. Two "finals", and I am putting that in quotation marks, against Paris Saint-Germain. I imagine that you will prepare that in the best manner, most likely by watching the Parisian derby tomorrow between Paris Saint-Germain and Paris FC tomorrow.

Bompastor: Yeah, you said it earlier. It's true that by winning today, we put some pressure on Paris [Saint-Germain]. They will have a difficult game tomorrow, but anyway. They're also really concentrated on themselves and their own performances. They have the quality to beat this Paris FC team. But as I've said since the beginning we are focused on our own performances. And we know that by winning these last three games we will accomplish those two objectives [league and Coupe de France]. We have the potential and quality to do it. So those games, and the one today, will allow us to grow in confidence and serenity in light of the next 15 days.

Journalist: A huge thank you, Sonia, and congratulations. We've obviously going to follow Olympique Lyonnais Feminin the next few weeks with a lot of interest.

Bompastor: Thank you.

SELMA BACHA INTERVIEW

Bacha: No, not for me. I have to do so much better. I'm a person with high expectations. Today I'm not really satisfied with how I played. The most important thing is the team getting the win, and putting pressure on Paris Saint-Germain.

Journalist: If we're sticking to a personal level, despite everything, already the ninth assist for you today. An absolute caviar to Vanessa Gilles. You came close to offering a second to Ada Hegerberg in the second half. You're already doing better - sorry, you're doing as good as you did last season, with nine assists in D1 Arkema. You're top of the rankings. Is that a personal objective for you? It would be a good reward for this D1 Arkema in your eyes?

Bacha: Yes, for me personally, my goal is to finish as the leader of assists in D1 Arkema. Today before the game, I said to one of my teammates that I was going to do an assist. It worked out, I did it. In any case, as I said, what's most important is the team. But personally, yes, I would love to finish first in assists in D1 Arkema.

Journalist: We know all about your loyalty to the Lyon jersey [cf everyone acting like Bacha is up for grabs for free this summer.] The next two games, they're not to be missed, they are two games which will make your blood boil. How do you feel about this double confrontation, these two "finals" in quotation marks, to be played against Paris Saint-Germain?

Bacha: Well already we'll take it one game at a time. First is the final of the Coupe de France. We're going to work hard this. After, we know Paris Saint-Germain really well. They have a lot of quality, a lot of really good players. In any case I love those sorts of games. But we'll be ready, we'll show everyone we're Olympique Lyonnais, and we will win the two remaining trophies.

Coralie Ducher: Hello Selma. You brought it up, you're very demanding on yourself. What would you like to improve on ahead of this rapidly approaching Paris [Saint-Germain] game?

Bacha: What would I like to improve? Well already ... already ... How do I explain this... I lost a lot of balls today, so that needs to improve. After that, stay more concentrated, because I lost balls in a dumb way. But I know I will show up for these big games coming up for me, for us. So you can count on me, on my team, and on the coach.

Timothee Piron: Hi Selma. That sounds like a date. We're counting on you. I wanted you to explain how it went when players like Lindsey [Horan], like Ada [Hegerberg], like Delphine [Cascarino] came in. We saw that the game changed a little when they came in. Is it important before the upcoming games to get those players back?

Bacha: Yes, it's important. After, the coach makes her own decisions. In any case, as I've always said, Lyon has always had a stacked bench. Sometimes we rotate - the starting 11 rotate, I mean. In any case, yeah, we have a stacked bench. As one of the Dijon players said, "wow, your team is just exceptional. Even when substitutes come on, nothing changes." So yeah. The substitutions were good for us, it allowed everyone to get some rhythm before the big games coming up.

Journalist: One last question, Selma, and we'll release you to do that short trip from Dijon back to Lyon. Tomorrow there is a game between PFC [Paris FC] and PSG. Are you the type to watch that sort of game or not at all?

Bacha: I'll be honest with you, I usually don't watch PSG games. But tomorrow I'll have to watch since it's a big matchup. Paris FC has to win [to stay in the race for a UWCL place], PSG also has to win [to keep up with Lyon]. So it'll be a really, really big game. So looking forward to it.

Journalist: Thank you, and congratulations once again, even if you're not concerned you deserved Player of the Match. Congratulations anyway for the win and for the ninth assist of the season.

Bacha: Thank you very much. And Allez l'OL!

VICKI BECHO INTERVIEW

Becho: Well first, hello. We're coming off two weeks without having played [a competitive game]. Today we played Dijon, it was important to come back and find our rhythm again, to score, to impose our style of play again, because we have two important games coming up against Paris Saint-Germain. So it was important to find our bearings again, and then the goals will come.

Journalist: A quick word, Vicki, on your performances. We were looking at the stats before the game. You started - sorry, your participated in 17 out of the 20 games this season in D1 Arkema. You've played a lot, you've often come on as an important substitute, coming in off the bench but still making a difference to the game. This time you were a starter for the 10th time this season, all competitions included. What difference does that make for you?

Becho: For me it shows the confidence the club has in me, the [confidence the] coach has in me. That's really important to feel confident, because it's been complicated these past few days, these past months [cf sale to Michele Kang, Lyon being crippled by injuries, etc]. So it was important to me that the coach showed confidence in me. When you feel confident, the performances follow. And I hope to continue to improve, to always be at my best.

Coralie Ducher: Hello, Vicki. You just said continue to improve. Do you think there has been any difference between when you first came on as a substitute in the beginning and how you are now as a starter? Do the coaches expect more from you? Do you have additional responsibilities? How do you experience it?

Becho: Of course, of course. At the beginning, I think my first game was against Reims, I come in, they give me some playing time, and I knew in that moment I had to take advantage of the opportunity given to me. After there is a lot more - how do I say this - you don't have a lot of confidence, you hesitate a lot more. And now today, even with these players [eg. Hegerberg], I feel that - I feel better. And honestly, it's great. And having playing time, it's great, you can only improve by playing.

Timothee Piron: Hello, Vicki. Indeed, we get the impression that you're improving the more you play. Your goal today, I'm sure you'll see it when the team analyzes the game, there was a really good collective play leading up to it. It's not yet what we've seen you produce in training. I'm often saying, "yeah what Vicki is doing in the game is great, but she's better in practice. The day she does the same in a game, that will really hurt opponents." But I imagine it's nonetheless important for you, and for the team, to gain a lot of confidence ahead of the two massive games against PSG which are coming up.

Becho: Yeah, of course. But I'm going to respond to what you said about the training. In training sessions, I'm more laid back. But in a game I don't want to make a mistake, so I'm a bit more on the back foot. But honestly, the day where I will be able to play in a game the way I play in practice, that will be huge. But yeah, for the moment it's going really well, so I want to continue like that. It's great.

Journalist: Vicki, I'm going to talk to the former Parisian player. You've kept in touch with a lot of your contacts at that club that you know very well. Is there going to be some heckling and bantering? Are messages going to be exchanged between now and the Coupe de France?

Becho: Of course, but it has already started. It has already started. It's been going on for two weeks now, we're ribbing each other, sending each other messages. It's a proper war. I think today as a Lyon player I want to give everything, I want to win against this Paris team. It'll start this weekend, like, I was telling the girls, I hope Paris FC will do us a solid. Then it'll be up to us to do our job. So honestly I think it can be done. It's an objective we set for ourselves since the beginning of the season. So it's up to us to accomplish them.

Journalist: One last question, Vicki. There's a part of me that's hoping you will be on Herve Renard's list of players for the World Cup. You could be the joker coming on in the last minute. Is that something you are thinking about, even a little?

Becho: Of course. As a competitor, I have to be thinking about it. But I also don't want to put pressure on myself for that. We'll see what happens when the list comes out. But for now I'm focusing on the team. I think your performances in a club is what will take you to the top. So why not with the French team for the World Cup? So I hope to be on it, but for now I'm doing my job with my team. We'll see what happens afterwards.

Journalist: Thank you, Vicki.

#all good love stories start in the rain #sonia bompastor #selma bacha #Vicki becho

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leonsliga · 2 years ago

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The reality of supporting two clubs simultaneously is being high on pure euphoria and adrenaline one day and then smacking face-first into the steel sheet of reality the next :/

#yes I’m talking about the Manchester Derby to El Clásico pipeline #it may be sunny where I am but all I see are clouds and rain #who would’ve thought Man United would exceed my expectations and Real Madrid would be the disappointing problem child!#cuz it sure as hell wasn’t me #manchester united #manchester derby #real madrid cf #real madrid #el clásico #el clasico

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Fri 17 May

The Zayn and Becky G Aladdin song is out, the promised video, not so much. Zayn's vocals are the same English ones, only the duet partner has been changed to add Becky G's Spanish vocals. The press release tells us that, as with Zhavia, Becky G was Zayn's personal selection for the track.

The push is on to get the Two Of Us video the recognition it deserves! The write-ups by major outlets worldwide are great (Rolling Stone! GMA! and a lot of other really good ones), but the streaming projects have just begun, with hope that with enough views the video can go up for a Brit, a goal that the Brit Awards themselves seemed to acknowledge by tweeting a heart in support of the release. Helen Seamons posted an absolutely beautiful pic of Louis at the piano surrounded by empty space, and MV director Huse Monfaradi is posting enthusiastically about the video, including a personal statement about how lovely Louis is. Louis himself hit twitter to support efforts ("fucking amazing thank you") and chat with fans about tour ("trying to get everything moving double time", "gonna be a proud moment for me"), football ("Liverpool"), the new album ("more than five" songs thaaanks you don't say), and Madrid- he says he's going to play ten songs!!!!!! Ten! That's a lot of songs we've never seem him do before OMGGG.

Niall glowingly recommends "BEST FRIEND" Lewis Capaldi's new album but then smacks him down with an "I only did it cause you asked me to"; mean! He also defended his lifelong loyalty to Derby with an adorable baby Niall fan pic (it's true, I didn't mean them when I accused him of being fickle the other day, he's very consistent there), and showed off his new haircut (that length on top! yes!) and a LOOK involving bold stripey trousers, but for this evening's outing (to see Wild Youth play in London) he sported a trucker cap that said 'wise ass' on it. Also a statement piece, just in a much more literal sense.

ALSO in grey and white stripey trousers, Liam! Is this the future for us all? Will I be in stripey bottoms by fall? Dammit. Anyway Liam is in Cannes hobnobbing with the even-glitzier-than-himself and looking good! He traded the travel stripes for a bizarrely overcomplicated tux but the important thing is it WORKS, I mean truly- he looks every inch the fashionista he, I guess, is. He took pics with Rita Ora who also looked incredible. We learned he's been working on new music with producer Rami Yacoub which I'd love to hear more about, and got a pic of him (Liam not Rami) looking fully blue steel while striding dramatically down an alley with a long dark coat flaring behind him. Sherlock who?? Honestly where did Liam even get those cheekbones from, where's the soft puppy we knew?

Harry followed Tyler Johnson, a songwriter who worked on HS1. So much new music teasing, so little new music. Siiiigh. Everyone's very excited about Harry's meet and greet look (heart sunnies) upon discovering that the name of the glasses is "Lou Lou"- does it matter that they belonged to the girl he was meeting and greeting? Personally I just wanna know if that's why SHE bought them and put them on him...

Legendary Ziam video maker ILYSM is deleting, but their videos are being saved to other channels so they will still be viewable, no need to panic.

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Thoughts on the match?

That moment when you are so happy that Real Madrid are winning you forget to analyze a match tactically 😅

But seriously, this match was fun. I was reading about the debate between rotating the players and not rotating them (with the argument being to build up momentum before the Madrid Derby), and I guess we won’t know until this weekend which was truly the best option. But there was never any doubt for me that we needed rotation. Not just for resting players, which our players desperately needed. But also to keep up the hunger. There is something Zizou does, maybe not in 17/18 as much, but certainly it was a staple in 16/17, in rotating heavily to the point that in the aforementioned 16/17 season we basically had two distinct A and B teams.

Now I don’t think we have the depth to do that again this season, although maybe if we claw our way out of this injury crisis we might see some form of this. But one of the best things about this heavy rotation is that it gives full games to these young players or bench players to prove that they deserve to be starters. A heavy criticism of Madrid is that in these “smaller” games, our players don’t have the hunger, the drive to give it their all. But younger players and bench players, they have this in them and they are so eager to prove it. Look at Vinicius today, Rodrygo, Militão, Odriozola, even Jovic though he struggled to finish. They all had something to prove and they all proved it. And their good performances put pressure on our “A team” players to prove why they deserve their positions. And so they work harder. And everyone is working harder. And there is competition for positions and no one is an automatic starter and it is all to the benefit of the team.

This is something I am always frustrated with when coaches rotate by just subbing players at ‘60 to give them rest. I by far enjoy this method more. It gives us games like today (though admittedly yes it also gives us games like the 16/17 Copa Del Rey Sevilla knock out game).

Tactically our defense was again much improved today. Our full backs weren’t as prevalent in attack as last game, instead our wingers were the danger men out wide. We weren’t as silky smooth on the ball with our sequences like we were against Sevilla, which is to be expected with heavy rotations and so many new faces (especially some back from injury) but what we did have was a fantastic work rate and honestly, who can complain about that?

The derby at the weekend will, needless to say, be our biggest test yet. Despite a turn down in form, Atleti started this season on fire and this is just the type of game they will be looking to make a return to form on. We’ll need more than we showed tonight.

#real madrid #thoughts on the match #tacts and stats #i didn’t. have much tactically to note except: AHHHHH VINI AND RODRYGOOOOO OHHHH MYYYY GODDDDDD. WE HAVE THE. BEST YOUNG TALENT IN THE WORLD

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uswnt5 · 3 years ago

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Referring to a previous ask about CA derbies, the Galaxy/LAFC one is called "El Tráfico" as a play on how Real Madrid/Barca is "El Clasico" but you know make it LA traffic

yes I am well aware and a big fan of El Trafico, mostly because the teams hate it and the fans said too bad lol

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"Because of how the two arrive, it will be an exciting derby"

“Because of how the two arrive, it will be an exciting derby”

If we talk about CD Tenerife and UD Las Palmas, I suppose we are talking about the most important clubs in their careers. Yes. I also played in the First Division with Castellón and I was at Atlético de Madrid, but Tenerife is the team where I started and the one that gave me the opportunity to live from football; And it was in the Sports Union where I developed most of my career at the sports…

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Wontorra Interview with Erik Durm complete

W: Welcome to the Unitymedia digitaltalk. Today with BVB-star Erik Durm. We are very happy that he is here with us today, [turns to Erik] because you were inured for a long time and you had your comeback to the squad this weekend. First question: How are you feeling and what was it like to be back in the squad ?

E:I'm feeling fine and of course I was very happy to be back in the squad. Sadly this was my third long-term injury ,so its even nicer to be finally back again. This counts for me but as well for my family and friends they are all happy that I'm back again. (unimportant stuff) W: As I said, 140 days are a very long time. How did you deal with that, not able to do anything. How did you tackle this challenge and how did you distract yourself or maybe even work off ? E: Well it is more work off than distract myself. But as I said this was my third time and I wanted to be out of Dortmund, so I went to Munich for my reha and that was really good for me. Both physically and mentally. My family and friends often visited me and I was in regular exchange with our other injured players. It was helpful for everyone of us to share their “Misery” with the others. So it was good. W: Now that you are back: What are your personal targets for 2018 ? E: I think I’m saying this ,every year but I want to stay healthy and without any injuries... with everything else I will see what comes. And it would be of course cool if we would reach the Euroleague final. But, and that is something I’ve learned in the past three years: the health is the most important thing. W: Sunday Dortmund played 0-0 against Wolfsburg. It was your first game on the bench. How would you evaluate this match ? E: Yeah... both teams had their problem entering the match. But nethertheless we played forward and we had two to three very good chances. We can live with that point, especially because the other teams played a little bit for us as well. Now it is our turn to beat Berlin on friday and take the three points hime, and then we are good in the table.

W: During your injurytime a lot of things have changed here in Dortmund. Peter Stöger, thats how the new coach is called. Now that you have trained under him and collected first impressions... what is your feeling about him ? E: He is a very pleasant, good coach. He have a lot of fun in the training right now, and I think that is good for all of us. But I want to say that Peter Bosz was also a very nice guy and a very good coach. But sadly it didn’t worked out very well at the end, for whatever reason. - Therefore we are happy that we have Peter Stöger now. By now I can’t tell much about him, for obvious reasons, but I know that it makes a lot of fun to train on the pitch with him. W: The next tasks for the team are Berlin away and then Freiburg at home. What are the targets the team set themselves for this matches ? E: Of course we want to win both of the games to get 6 points, so we can take back the second position behind Bayern again. Thats our big goal and I believe that we have the squad to make this. Especially because more and more injured players are coming back. I’m positiv that we can make this. W: Dortmund’s new player, Manuel Akanji, what is he like ? Did you meet yet ? E: He is a very calm guy, like everybody from Switzerland I think. He is nice, a good boy and the two trainings we had together, he trained well. He seems to be down to earth. That is all I can tell by now. W: During our talks the first questions arrived from the fans. Lets talk a bit about you. What do you like to do here in Dortmund ? E: Oh.. privat... ehm... the obvious stuff... doing much with friends, like playing a small billiard-tournament, I like to stay at home, to relax and to watch a bit netflix. Nothing spectacular. W: Its a big discussion topic, that former football players had a bit more freedom. Because todays players are under more pressure, people expect more from them, in sport way. What are you thinking of this ? E: I believe so. Football got even more professional in recent years, and I am saying this with the hope that i wont hurt anybody. [Nobby Dickel enters the conversation and says to Erik: “ Well now i listen very carefully Erik”] - Yes Nobby, well I think we today are a bit more professional than you back then. [Nobby: I dont believe so] And thats why I think, an I#m speaking for me and my team, we don't really need this going out and drinking and partying. [Nobby: But It ca help sometimes ? To get your head free or to calm down when you are a bit angry?] Yes maybe but for me.... I have to be honest I dont like it.. and I am happy about this. [Nobby: Maybe we two should go out some day ?] W: So if you cant tell us something about the clubs and pubs here in Dortmund, because your are not familiar with then, you can tell us something about the atmosphere in this stadium. We all now, the atmosphere here is unique. The fans want to know how you experience this on the pitch. E:Of course we can hear the fans when we are playing. I mean you are sometimes in like a tunnel, when you have the ball on your foot or when you into the game but i hear them when I run to the side line for a throw in. Or I hear them when the match is paused for a bit. I still get goosebumps, especially when I look at the Südtribüne. It was also a good feeling being back on the bench, and experience this again. - I think for a football player there is nothing more beautiful then coming in our stadium, going onto this pitch. And of course it is even more beautiful if you are able to play for this team. And get the support. W: What were your three Top-Moments here in the Signal Iduna Park ? E: (thinks for a longtime) For me, of course the match were I scored my first Bundesliga goal against Hertha BSC Berlin. To be honest i was a bit shocked that I’ve scored that goal, I wasn't prepared for this and strangely enough I ran away from the Süd.. I ran towards Schmelle because I didn't know where to go and what to do..... And the other two ....Derby wins.Because of the atmosphere....Any my first championsleague home match against Marseille. W: This are really special moment. Now we have the first fan question. Who is your [football] idol ? [laughs] And there is Nobby Dickel waving. But you can be honest Erik. E: After Nobby... my first idol was Luis Figo when I was a little boy... W: [interrupts] Excuse me but I have to tell a personal story here. I met him once in a holiday. He was in the same hotel and I was so excited that i went to him like a groupie and asked for a picture with him.He is really such a big player.... E: I would have done it like this too..... I think. But like I said as a kid i idolized him because he was so good at Real Madrid and I think that was my first jersey wich my dad has bought me. A Real Madrid Figo jersey. Furthermore I was a big FC Kaiserslautern fan back then and of course Miro Klose was a hero for me.. that why it was so special for me to play the world cup with him. Those two..... and Nobby... those three are my big idols W: You brought up the World Cup, maybe you could look back and tell us how you experienced this summer ? E: I still didn't processed all the experiences I`ve made, there was no time for this. It was such an extreme year. I was retrained from striker to right back and right wing, had my first championsleague game, like I told earlier, a year later I was able to go to Brazil and we won there and became World Champions. For me, my family and for my friends it was something like the highlight of a carrier. Many things changed after that. I was world cup winner and everybody knew it, so they measured me on this. It wasn’t easy for me. Also because this year Dortmund didn't play well. I think we were on place 18 back then... again an extreme. It wasn't easy to deal with this positiv and negativ extremes. W: Now in 2018 we have a World cup again. What do you think ? How possible is it for the german national team to become world champion again ?

E: I think we are one of the top-favorites. We have really good players and I believe it will become hard for Löw to pick the right players for Russia. Germany is a tournament team and thats why I think that we are top favorites alongside France and Spain. W: What would be your dream final ?

E: Difficult.... Germany against France with a happy end for us.

W: Who is the best player you’ve ever played with ?

E: First of all I play with so many really really good players together. Though I have to say that Ousmane Dembélé was really special with his technique, speed and his understanding of the game. So I think he is the best Player I’ve ever played with. He made things in training, where I felt.. yeah.. a bit stupid to be honest when I was his opponent. Because he is so good... W: A really nice story. Why BVB and not FSV ?

E: I assume with FSV they mean Mainz. Mainz was my youth club. I was in the A-youth.. and the Coach and the Vice Coach from Wolfsburg, which we played on the weekend, were my first coaches in Mainz. Mainz wanted to keep me back then, but they had a few problems with the headquarters and we couldn't reach the same level, and then Dortmund contacted me. As Kloppo went trough the door, shook my hand and told me that there is also a chance for me playing Bundesliga in Dortmund, I knew that I wanted to play for Dortmund. W: You said you shot your first Bundesliga goal agains Berlin. Maybe you can score your next goal against Hertha next weekend ? Would be a good time. E: Yes the time would be good, but first I have to get in the squad. This is the most important thing for me. The coach has good options and we have a lot of fit players. I will be happy If I’m in the squad and its important for us to take the three points back home. W:And to stay healthy. Thank you very much Erik for this open talk

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