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satoruluvies · 22 days

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where our blue is

3 years of gojo's blue spring with his best friends and ... you. basically hidden inventory arc with you in it.

it's 2005 and satoru had met you for the first time. you'd heard of him, the strongest. you weren't particularly excited to meet him however that was all for naught when another classmate came along. suguru.

you quickly got close to suguru and he got along with satoru meaning you also got to hang out with satoru. over time though, the three of you became inseparable. satoru's demeanor changed from a stuck up brat to a goofy one. still a brat nonetheless.

somewhere along the way satoru developed feelings for you. he wasn't sure if it's because he was impressed by your technique and perseverance or because everytime you laugh the world suddenly becomes a better place.

he thinks you're very pretty. the way you'd scowl at his jokes, or the way you'd scold him when he got too arrogant or the way you could see through the strong front he put up, like the person he truly was, he loved you. every part of you. he'd die before he'd tell you that though.

“arcade lets go” you felt satoru’s strong arm over your shoulder as suguru trailed behind chuckling at the very obvious display of affection only he seemed to catch on.

“get lost im going shopping with shoko today” you shove him off as satoru clenched his heart dramatically. “oh come on i need my cheerleader!” he quickly rushed to stand in front of you blocking your way.

“no. even if i were to come i wouldn't be on your side” you roll your eyes at him, he only pouted. “why don't you and shoko meet us at the arcade later? we have a mission first anyway” suguru chimed in.

“get him get him!”

“hah you lost!” satoru pointed as he laughed diabolically, throwing a high five at shoko.

as a punishment for losing, “try a smoke” shoko suggested suguru hoping to catch him lacking and choke on it but suguru managed to do it elegantly. as he does everything.

“hm for you, buy me dinner. all i can eat” satoru said triumphantly. and oh it was a punishment alright. “hell no, you inhale food i’m broke” you only scowl at him annoyingly.

“no this is your punishment, you can't refuse” he rests his elbow on top of your head. “annoying ass” you grumble at which he only chuckled.

all you got him was an onigiri and a can of coke from a vending machine. you ran away before he could protest. little did you know though, satoru wanted to have dinner with you alone, as a friendly date between two friends of course.

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it's 2006 and with the new first years in jjk high, it was more livelier than last year. all of you had gotten pretty close, you especially with a bright underclassman named haibara.

more often than not, you spent your time with haibara chatting away and fooling around which satoru did not seem amused at. not one bit. he'd get more cranky over you but being the oblivious fool you are, you couldn't tell why.

sitting under the shade of the big tree at a park the students frequent, you relaxed after a particularly hard mission. out of nowhere satoru came and sat next to you without a word.

you didn't mind his presence and sat in silence until you felt him tap your shoulder. when you turned however, his finger poked your cheeks and you glare at him menacingly which he laughed at.

“you alright?” he asked as you shook his hand away. “better when you weren't here.”

satoru scoffed “you're definitely okay. i bet you'd prefer it if haibara was here”.

“i do actually” satoru made a face at your words not liking the way you admitted it but he didn't try to move further away, only closer. closer to you.

he leaned in till he was just a breath away. was this it? if he were to take this risk all the way and possibly confess, would you accept him? or would that ruin the friendship he had with you?

as he took his time debating, you snatched his glasses and giggled. “im taking this thanks!” you stood up and ran. ah well, there go his chance.

“hey give that back!” he started chasing you. you ran as fast as you could but you stood no chance against his unnecessarily long legs as they strode over to you.

he grabbed you by your waist and held you in place as you panted, out of breath. him? not so much.

you hid his glasses behind your back but satoru couldn't care less. his heart was hammering against his chest just from the way he held you and how close you are to him. it's like the universe was shouting and telling him to tell you about his feelings. he should have listened.

“hey hey look. i’ll give this back to you if… you buy us ice cream” your voice snapped him out of his own silly thoughts.

“us?”

“mhm. ice creams for suguru, shoko, haibara and nanami. all on you.” you grinned cheekily.

as if in a daze, he nods as you smile triumphantly. you brought his glasses and put it on him. you had to admit, you were glad he had to wear those, his blue eyes were so easy to drown in.

that night, all the first and second years sat on top of the school rooftop watching the stars while eating the ice cream popsicle satoru had brought, only because you asked. life was good.

until it wasn't.

due to a leg injury you had battling a grade 2 curse, your missions were taken by the other students. although you were disappointed in yourself you knew it was the right thing to do. at least you had shoko who was always at the school for healing since she was capable of using the reverse cursed technique.

however things never looked up from there.

when you found suguru's almost lifeless slashed body on the school grounds, the world beneath your feet crumbled. shakily you dragged him out of the debris and took him to shoko. you couldn't even begin to think of what could have happened to satoru or where he could be.

a few days ago, they had left on their mission to defend the star plasma vessel in high spirits. you guys even talked about having a school trip soon after they'd return but none of that seemed plausible now.

as soon as suguru was healed he immediately went away again, mumbling something about getting satoru. you couldn't follow because your leg wasn't fully healed yet. you could only stay behind and pray nothing happens to any of your friends.

when they returned however satoru felt, different. he felt colder, more distant. his uniform was covered in blood. whose blood? you didn't want to find out. that night he just fell into your arms in defeat, still cold, still shivering but still your satoru regardless.

that wasn't the end however.

the following weeks, you had begun to notice how distant geto had become. you'd tried talking to him but he'd brush you off everytime until you eventually stopped trying, but still assuring him you were here if he ever wanted to talk.

satoru was away on missions more and more. your friendship was slowly dissipating as much as you hated to admit it but you understood it was none of your faults. things happen. or that was what you keep telling yourself.

and you yourself had started going on more and more riskier missions on your own after your leg had healed.

as if the surging amount of curses popping up and then getting stronger and stronger weren't enough, you received news that became your breaking point.

haibara. how could it be? he had left with nanami on a mission abroad from which only nanami returned alive. it was hard for you to accept his death. ever since then you started completely detaching from everyone.

“i can't do this anymore” geto mumbled. you just stare at the floor unmoving, unfeeling.

things only took into a worse turn when you found out geto had massacred a village. he'd return particularly late one night and when you asked why, he sighs. “i just killed thousands of people y/n.”

“why?”

“you know why.”

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it's 2007 and satoru had found himself crying, begging for you not to leave. after the stunt suguru pulled, he couldn't lose you too. not you. never you.

“suguru is doing this alone satoru” he'd heard your meek voice say.

“what about me?” his own voice was shaking, choking on his tears. it was pathetic but he couldn't care less.

seeing your hesitation he begged more.

“y/n what about me?” he cried.

the way you looked at him, the way your body froze in place it was working. you wouldn't leave him, you'd stay... until you wouldn't.

“im sorry. i don't see the point in staying”

“don't go talking like him!” he screamed. he stood there crying, afraid to take another step in case that pushes you even further away.

“i’ve made my decision. nothing you say or do can change it.” you turn around and walked away.

satoru was speechless. his world paused as everything around him became blurry.

the only clear thing his six eyes allowed him to see was your figure disappearing into the crowd.

i love you i love you i love you

toads on the tip of his tongue. if he'd said that, would you have stayed? this question still haunted him ten years later.

satoru woke up to find the blindfold wrapping his eyes dampening. he chuckled dryly as he stood up from his seat. he was at school apparently napping at an empty classroom.

coincidentally the same classroom he had spent his happiest years in, now bland and quiet.

his students megumi, yuji and nobara had walked inside, bringing life to the once empty room. the trio reminded him a lot of you, suguru and himself, his heart clenches.

“were you napping? don't fall asleep when you called us here” megumi said to him as the other two took turns to sit in his fancy chair he sat in a second ago.

he let out a non humourous chuckle as his memories haunted him.

“what are you laughing about?” megumi asked.

“nothing?” satoru quipped.

it was far from nothing. he missed his best friend and you. especially you.

he'd once told himself he'd die before ever telling you about his feelings for you. how ironic is it that you had to die first and how much did he regret not being strong enough to protect you despite being the strongest.

because what good is it being the strongest if he still isn't strong enough to protect the people he loved.

tried changing my layout this time hehe. the third year is my favourite my poor bby gojo :(((

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xuchiya · 2 months

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streets [c.san]

₊˚.༄ || filth valentines m.list || hongjoong || seonghwa || yunho || yeosang || san || mingi || wooyoung || jongho || ₊˚.༄

₊˚.༄ We real life made for each other And it's hard to keep my cool ₊˚.༄

"it's getting late, do you have someone to pick you up?" your head turn towards san, still in his uniform. his face mask were pulled down just below his bottom lip, emphasizing his cheeks; it made you want to squish his cheeks from being so innocent.

san was one of your fellow nurses. The crisp navy-blue scrubs fit him perfectly, the name tag reading "San Choi, RN" gleaming under the fluorescent lights. you cleared your throat; your heart was beating too loud for you that it hurts to taint this uncorrupted soul. you have hint after hint of crush on this man, this huge ass man that his face does not match his enormous body that you totally found yourself completely hidden.

proved when you stood behind him once and when you say, disappeared.

abracadabra, bitch not even a strand of hair can be seen.

"ah well i actually have somewhere to be ... what about you?" san looks at his watch, sighing, brushing his hair off his eyes, "my friend said he'll pick me up but he had an emergency call from his dad's company so now I have to wait for a bus..."

you frown looking at your watch too, its 10pm. Usually buses don't take this route anymore, "buses aren't available in this hour, san."

his heart fell on his stomach, double checking his watch, "damn it!" your eyes widen at his sudden burst of profanity. his eyes widen too and apologizing to you, "i'm sorry didn't mean to."

your lips curled up in a teasing smile, "your patient would not like it if she heard that one." San shakes his head laughing lightly. the small silence engulfs you both before you had an idea which will be a torture for you.

probably a torture for him too.

San was already an intern at a prestigious hospital near his family's home; owned by his grandfather though he is expecting him that he will continue his service even after his internship.

but when San came by a hospital that one of his friends were admitted after being confined. He found himself stuck on the reception area as his eyes were glued to your figure, up on hospital trolley, shouting dose of pharmaceutical. Your determine look and perseverance on your career what intrigued him to know you more.

so he left his family hospital.

San is pediatrician and so do you, the amount of love he gives on these children what also intrigued you in getting to know the man that suddenly left the hospital that you were trying to apply.

"hey i can give you a ride?" you mention, his ear perk up and reddens. his heart thumps inside his chest all of a sudden, "i-i .."

upon realizing what you said, your eyes once again widen and stutter out excuses, "oh my gosh! i - this is embarrassing, God take me!" you groan, covering your face.

for a while San chuckles at your reaction, composing himself, "I know you don't mean any harm but if you're going to drop me off then i hope i'm not delaying any of your plans."

When San agrees about you giving him a ride, he meant to be able to relax on the passenger seat.

He stares at the glaring matte black with gold flames on the Kawasaki Ninja 400R. That is one of the motorbikes he wishes to own and drive but because of his independence, San is still saving up.

"Holy .." You look at San as you place the glove tightly on your hand, "hmm?" Clueless on his reaction, you swing your leg over the bike, reviving the engine on and tune in the smoky sound of the engine of your bike.

San stares in awe as you hand him (set of embarrassment hue on your cheeks) a customized helmet. It has kitty ear with soft peach color as parallel of the inside of the ear.

"this is so cute." when he puts in the helmet, it dawned on him. You, arch back, hunch forward and him behind you, holding on tightly. His ears were once again red, frozen in place; his mind racing the same speed as your bike with filthy thoughts.

Like how could he not? Your ass is probably close to his (now) stiffening cock in his scrubs when he jumps in. the way it would keep brushing on his cock would probably have him cumming there.

"San? you okay?" You haven't feel the pressure or the weight on your back, so you turn your attention on San; standing with an incredible thickening boner in his scrubs, if it weren't for the eye shield of your helmet, he would seen you checking him out.

Or worse, staring at his firm boner.

San snap out of his thoughts and hurriedly swing his legs over the other side of the bike, after settling down on the leather seat. "You okay? Do you need-"

"Let's just go." San spoke clearing his throat and immediatly feels bad for brushing your concerns off, you understood why.

Without speaking much, you note that San would not hold on to you because of his hard situation so you did the initiative to grab his hands, in which he was taken back, and wrap them around your waist; patting his hand, "Mind you that it's night and I'll be taking advantage of the road."

You look over at San, "don't worry, I'll slow down if its too much." So without delaying much of your guys time, you kick off the stand and off both of you on the streets. San calling whatever can answer them make this ride, a comfortable one.

to say the least, no one grant his calls.

"u-Ugh f-ufuck chakaman!" San gasp, holding on to the mop of hair on the level of his hips while gripping his scrub up on his chest in his other hand—exposing his toned stomach, his scrub pants pooled on the floor. Your tousled hair, lips wrapped around his aching cock left him gripping the leather seat of your motorbike as you continued swirling your tongue on his red tip. San cried, bucking his hips when you took all of him; fitting him in your mouth up til’ his tip hitting the back of your throat.

You hum to accumulate more of his climax, which in your satisfaction made San whimper thrusting his hips in your mouth, “f-fuck …” Shamelessly, he started fucking your throat as his climax were nearing and sooner, his cum spurted on your tongue and down your throat. You pull away from him, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out to let him see that you have collected some of his cum before swallowing them.

You gave him a smile before licking your salty lips, standing up proceeding to remove your leather pants; letting them rest on your knees along with your undies. You turn your head over to look at him with a smirk on your lips, bending moderately for him to see your puckered glistening hole with a small help of one of your hands to spread your cheek.

“I know you want to get your dick wet, come on baby.” San’s eye twitch the moment you provoke him and have to look around the cleared parking spot you parked on and had him spitting his fingers and run them up and down your puffy cunt before grabbing his semi-hard dick and tap his tip on your hole; wiggling your asscheeks for him to provoke him more which he took the cue and slam his hips on yours.

You were quite taken back, his hips pace was something you were wondering if he has his dick wet a few times or he has this speed that you were looking for; nevertheless it had you moaning his name as his tip kept nudging. You rolled your hips each time he pulls away, leaving the tip then slamming back inside, “Fu-fuck Sannie— that’s so good! Right there!”

San’s hand crept down towards your clit, circling them rapidly and increasing the pleasure and the coil on your stomach, “You like that? You dirty dirty girl.” San stops circling his fingers around your clit and let you bend over your motorcycle as his hips snaps swiftly, placing the hem of his scrubs between his teeth as his hands knead the flesh of your hips then to your plump ass, spreading them as he watch his dick disappear inside your hole; a ring of your slick making him moan in his scrubs.

“Shit shit!” You cursed, lewd noises echoing the silent parking lot increase the arousal on your stomach, the fire of desire as San rapidly ram himself until you feel your thighs shake, “I’m g-gonna cum!” San drops the cloth and bent over to your ear, “Then make yourself a mess on my dick baby.”

That it all took before you had a long string of ‘fuck’ leaving your lips as your orgasm washed over you, eyes fluterring close hips moving to chase your high. You felt San’s hand clasp around your hips and his broken moans reach your ears, “I don’t care if you’re on the pill or not but me? Get you knocked up? It’s been a fantasy of mine.”

His seeds spurted your walls, bucking a deeper part of your pussy. His hips halted as he let every drop of his cum stay inside you before pulling out, a whine left your lips but soon replaced by a yelp as San smacked your ass in his palm before placing your panties and your pants back on, “It’s cold and besides …” You turn around, he brushes hair away from your sweaty face, “I don’t want you wasting what we work hard on.”

Your cheeks flared, “You must have thought of this ‘fantasy of yours for a while now eh?” San shakes his head, a smile on his lips; securing his boxers and scrub pants back on before leaning on your motorcycle, shrugging, “Maybe but I should have taken you on a date first before I knock you up.”

You whine, smacking his arms, “Stop using that term.” San’s head threw back as he laughed at your reddened face, you groaned turning your head to the side. He stops laughing little by little before sighing, grabbing your hand; pulling you between his legs, “But it’s true. I had it all planned and there’s a step by step to it … but it looks like I skipped a step.”

You look at him, pouty lips, “a lot you mean.” He chuckles heartedly, grabbing your cheeks in his large palms, caressing them, “Okay a lot but it doesn’t mean I ain’t gonna take care of you. Let me praise you, love you, worship you and let me do those things because it is my duty to make you feel special and I want you to feel you are the only girl in this damn world. You’re my girl.”

You were left speechless and San saw in your eyes the appreciation, pulling you in his arms, “I’ll kiss you after our fourth date.”

“Why not now? You already got me knocked up and we are not even on our first date.” He chuckles and this is one of the reasons why he likes you; nonchalant or straightforward. He nodded, “Okay.” He pulls you in near his warmth, his lips landing gently on yours. He took the lead to make you feel special, make you feel the most important person to him.

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sleekswosobession · 3 months

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a bit hot

barça fem x teen!reader

request: here

A/N: yesterday i was in shambles trying to write this.. i keep getting sickness i write about 💀food poisoning next 😃

TW: Vomit, passing out, illness

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It all started with a small headache, it was one you could tolerate, probably just a bit of exhaustion and would go away once drinking water. The thing was though, it didn’t go away.

It was hot in Barcelona, 37° C hot. Water intake for everyone was high, and you were being made to drink extra water by not only the physios, but also your Captains.

Honestly, you thought everyone was feeling like this if you’d been drinking the most and still feeling headachy. You persevere though determined to not let a bit of pain decide how the training goes.

But when ignored, problems only get worse.

It only takes half an hour for your overall health to decline, and obviously people notice. How couldn’t they when it looked like you couldn’t even think straight.

Which is true. You don’t recognise what’s happening until Alexia is pulling you away and inside the air-conditioned room.

“Dios Mío. What are we going to do with you.” Is the first thing she says, putting you in the direct line of 18° coolness blasting. It isn’t enough though.

You feel yourself growing tired, your head dropping every few seconds.

“Hey, hey. Stay awake for me yeah?” Your captain asks you. The only thing you are capable of doing is groaning before ultimately passing out, falling into her chest.

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When you wake up again, you’re in a different room. A fan blowing on you and a UV line dripping into your skin. Alexia is also there, who has been joined by Marta and Mapi.

You feel sick to your stomach, shutting your eyes in hopes of holding anything inside back. Conceal don’t feel right? That’s what Elsa says.

You hear footsteps cautiously approach, you don’t have to open your eyes to know it’s Alexia.

“Nena?” She whispers quietly, placing her hand on your still slightly warm skin. You shake your head, trying to suppress any indicators that you were about to throw up. She knows better, Mapi knows better, Marta knows better.

The other captain throws Alexia a puke bag who holds it in front of your mouth.

“Come on, I know you don’t want to but please. You’ll feel better.” You give into her and into yourself. Retching into the bag, making all the girls in the room cringe at the sound.

Once you’ve pulled yourself together, Alexia closes the bag and disposes it in a bin in the corner.

“Are you going to throw up again soon or no?” She asks, sparing a glance at the other two.

“I should be fine, thanks Ale.” Your voice is hoarse and slightly cracks.

“Ok, good.” She leans against the table you’re on thinking about what to say next. Marta beats her to it.

“Why didn’t you speak up about how ill you were? We would’ve brought you in sooner.” You sigh.

“Well I thought we were all going through that! I had been drinking more water than you guys yet I’m still the one who is plugged into a machine?”

“You have to promise to tell us next time ok?” Alexia asks, you nod.

“Bebita, I have Ingrid ready in the car when you feel well enough. The doctor said you could take the UV out when you wake up” You smile at the thought of getting into your bed at home.

“Ok, thanks Mapi.” She pats your leg smiling.

“We’ll talk about this another day ok? Go home, get rest. You are not going to be training in conditions like these over the next few days. Some investigators are looking into why this has happened so they might want to talk to you at some point.” She finishes curiously.

“Well, sounds fun. I wanna go home now.” Mapi nods, helping you stay up and walking toward the car where Ingrid is already situated.

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When you get home you’re exhausted, hungry and sweaty.

“Come on elskling, I’ll run you a bath while Mapi gets you some light food. Then you can sleep for however long you need. Is that ok?” Ingrid says, pushing you inside.

“Mkay, thanks Ingrid.” She kisses your temple placing the training bags she was holding in her room before going to the bathroom to start a cool bath.

“I won’t make you anything warm, do you want a salad?” A salad does sound good, and refreshing.

“Sounds good.” She leads you to the bench, the cool countertop doing wonders against your warm skin.

She gets the salad ready rather fast, it’s not that big, but definitely enough that you won’t go to sleep uncomfortable.

Soon after eating your food, Ingrid comes back.

“Bath is ready when you are.”

You nod, legs still shaky so the couple helps you to the bathroom sitting you down.

“You’ll be ok?” Ingrid asks feeling your forehead, still cringing slightly.

“Yeah, I will. Thank you both… this means so much to me.”

“Don’t worry bebita, it’s the least we can do.” Mapi says smiling.

They both take your silence as a que to leave the room so they do. The bath relaxes you, and takes away most of the uncomfortable feelings inside.

When you’re done, you change into shorts and an old shirt, walking out slowly to the living room where Ingrid is reading a book and Mapi is playing with Bagheera.

Ingrid notices you first.

“Do you want medicine? Then you can sleep.”

“Yes please.” She gets up, going to medical cabinet pulling two paracetamol out and handing them to you with a glass of water.

“Drink.” You do as told and you finally let the exhaustion of the day come up to you. Before you realise what’s happening, Mapi has lifted you up and is taking you to your room.

“If you need anything, we’ll be here. Promise.” She whispers, putting you to bed. You smile up at her before falling into a peaceful slumber.

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thanks for all the love and support guys, i hope that i can post the other fic tonight so you get 2 in one day 😘

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inuyashaluver · 4 months

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Hey, would you write for Leila Ouahabi, where Spanish reader plays for arsenal and is really close with Katie due to being 2 years younger than her so Katie took the reader under her wing when she joined from Barca and Leila accidentally harshly tackled reader and katie is really protective over reader and this fuels some sort of jealousy in Leila.

You don’t have to. Also I Love your writing amor x

jealous girl - leila ouahabi

leila ouahabi x reader

description: in which you see your girlfriend jealous, a rare occurrence in your relationship

warnings: slight angst if you squint, mentions of jealousy, injury, swearing and suggestiveness, a little long, spanish in bold italics

a/n: ahhh thank you for the love and support lovely, please enjoy!!!! don’t know how i feel about this but we persevere!

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you and your girlfriend, leila, were next door neighbours in spain when you were just kids. you would peer at each other over the fence, both of you would be practising football drills and wanted to play together but you were both too shy. you finally met when she “accidentally” kicked a ball over to your side, the girl climbing over the fence to retrieve it.

“hi” she breathes out, one of her legs hiked over the fence as you stared up at her with wide eyes, holding her ball. “hi” you smile, she finally drops herself onto the grass in your backyard. you shyly hand her the ball in your hands and she smiles at you appreciatively. “do you want to play together?” she suggests with a smile, “yes!” you exclaim a little too enthusiastically, the girl just giggles at you, throwing the ball on the ground and kicking it to you.

ever since then, you were inseparable. you and leila played at all the same clubs, eventually moved in together, pined over each other for years until she asked you out when you were 20 and leila was 24. it was easy to say that you knew each other like the back of your hand. you both had so much trust, love and respect for each other, feeling so comforted and secure in your relationship, until it wasn’t.

when you and leila played for barcelona, you both felt it was time for a change, your managers were looking at transfer openings and landed you both one in arsenal and manchester city.

you were each others biggest supporters, it was a no brainer that you could do long distance, sure you’d never really been apart but you could visit each other often, you both trusted each other and knew it would be okay, the girls in both of your teams helping you settle in nicely.

katie mccabe, in particular, took you under her wing, claiming that you reminded her a lot of her younger sisters. it’s notoriously known that katie is a defender, and a good one at that, whether it was on or off the pitch, she would defend you with her entire being. leila was grateful that katie was there for you, acting as your protector while she was in manchester, though her heart would slightly crack that it wasn’t her.

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it was the last game of the season, manchester city vs arsenal. whenever you and leila had to play against each other, it made you extremely nervous. you were a winger, leila was a defender, she would be marking you and that was scary for not only you, but your girlfriend as well. you knew how the other played, you could barely get a goal when your girlfriend synchronised all her moves with you, it was nerve wracking.

you’d both met up before the match, engulfing each other in a tight embrace. as soon as you saw one another, bright expressions were prominent on your features, you’d seen each other a week before but it was too long for both of you.

“mi amor (my love)” leila coos, cradling your face in between her hands, moving your head around gently to take in your appearance.

“you got prettier, how did you get any more beautiful?” she tutts, gently shaking her head.

you giggle at her lovingly, wrapping your arms around her waist and littering numerous kisses on her cheeks. “you’re so gorgeous, bebé (baby), i missed you so much” she smiles so brightly at you, surging forward to press a sweet kiss to your lips, moving your mouth along with hers gently until she slightly moves away, “i missed you more” she whispers, the words hitting your lips as she spoke.

you grin when she kisses you immediately after, unable to hold your giggle when she slips a hand under your jersey to graze her nail on the skin of your waist. she grins when you lean into her, pecking your lips multiple times before she pulls away. “give it your all,'' she flickers her eyes between yours, she speaks so softly, you almost don’t hear her. “you as well” you kiss her cheek gently one more time before pushing her from you.

“you’re in my residence now, ouahabi, gunners only!” you wave your finger around, the emirates stadium walls full of arsenal memorabilia. you grin at her cheekily, she shakes her head at you and blows you a kiss before running off to her change room, you doing the same.

“with your little girlfriend, aye?” katie smirks when you walk in with slightly swollen lips and flushed cheeks. “shut it, katie” you mumble, giving her a playful punch when you sit down next to her in your cubby.

“all right, girls, let’s do this!” kim glances around the room, all of you cheer and make your way to the tunnel.

—

you and leila were both starting, you couldn’t help but smirk at her when she walks up to high five you in the line just before the match, you were last and so was she, so when she got to you, she throws you a cheeky wink and interlaces your fingers quickly, giving your hands a quick squeeze before walking off.

after a quick team huddle, you walk towards your girlfriend, she was marking you on the pitch. when you walk up to her, both of you have identical smirks gracing your features, all of it friendly competition.

when you finally take your place in front of her, you feel her hands seeking refuge on your hips, the girl giving you a light squeeze before placing a hand on the small of your back when the whistle signals the beginning of the match.

the game was going well, leila was keeping you hot on your toes. you knew your movements all too well, completely synchronised with your footwork and your tactics, after all, she’s been playing with you for over 10 years.

when she clears the ball from you for the fifth time, you can’t help but let out a groan of frustration, the girl behind you giggling and running her hands all over your sides, mockingly, leaning to whisper in your ear. “nice try, lindura (cutie)”, you shake her off you and try and get the ball back.

arsenal was in the lead and it was a relief, you were always on the ball but leila just had you running in circles, your teammates were equally frustrated. half time gets called and you grab leila’s hand, dragging her into the tunnel to get out of the public eye. everyone and their mother knew that you were dating, being long time partners in crime, you just didn’t want them to see you scolding your lovely girlfriend.

“leila” you start, letting go of her hand and pacing in front of her. she cringes when you use her first name, she was definitely in trouble. “you need to stop distracting me and take me seriously!” you groan, pointing at her accusingly but all you were met with was a shit eating grin from your girlfriend. “leila!” you exclaim, looking at her expectantly for a response.

“amorcito (little love), i am taking you seriously but i haven’t seen you in so long and you’re killing me in these shorts” she puts a finger in the waistband, pulling it back slightly to let it snap back on your skin, you both flush a little in the cheeks. “nope, not gonna work, we’re not girlfriends right now, i’m your opponent” she nods begrudgingly, moving forward to kiss your lips quickly.

your eyes widen and you look at her in disbelief. “so you go around kissing your opponents? you have a girlfriend!” you gasp, she can’t help but smirk, moving to whisper in your ear again, “if they look like you, maybe i’ll consider” you give her a light shove, going to your change room and shaking your head as you hear leila’s bright laugh following you.

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the game continues, it was currently 2-1 and everyone was getting frustrated, especially manchester city, their play style was getting slightly rough and reckless, including your girlfriend. leila finally let you have a chance to the ball, you pass to kim, and she does a small play with victoria before making eye contact with you to press forward.

you instantly move up, running the long distance when you see alessia open and ready with an opportunity, when you receive the ball, you send it to her, and, as it leaves your foot, you get clipped at the ankle. a searing pain causes you to instantly fall to the ground, lying there hunched up in a ball. you hear the roar of the crowd, alessia had gotten the goal from your assist.

when you open your eyes, your team was celebrating, until you hear shouting from next to you. your girlfriend and katie were getting into it during the goal celebration. as it turns out, leila had clipped your ankle, completely by accident, and just when she was about to pick you up and apologise, katie bounded over to her, giving her a harsh shove to get her away from you.

“what the fuck was that, ouahabi?” katie exclaims, giving your girlfriend a shove on her chest. leila’s eyes widen in confusion, “what are you talking about?”

leila scowls, giving katie a way less aggressive shove, “you know what the fuck i’m talking about, that’s your girlfriend and you fucking hurt her like that?” katie’s pissed, her eyebrows furrow in anger, “katie, please” katie and leila whip their head towards you, you were fine.

they both let out relieved sighs, katie giving you a quick kiss on your head before sending leila a warning glare before walking off, she knew leila meant no harm, but seeing you hurt just pissed her off on another level. leila moves towards you, guilt ridden in her features as she hesitantly grabs your hands. you give her a reassuring squeeze, looking into her eyes to assure her that you were okay.

“bebé (baby), it’s football, i asked you to play seriously and you did” leila frowns at your response, “yeah, never again, that was awful, i’m so sorry, mi amor (my love)” you give her a quick kiss to her cheek,

“it’s okay, i promise” she nods at your response, you quickly go over to alessia and give her a quick hug, the girl lifting you up quickly before placing you on the ground. “you’re too good” the blonde exclaims, giving you a playful grin as she passes you your water.

everyone was having a quick water break after your injury time, getting right back to the game. arsenal wins, 3-2 and a good game for the most part. you went around to exchange greetings with the manchester city team, saving leila for last. just before you’re about to go to her, you see katie approach leila, giving her a clap on the back with a quick exchange of an apology. you couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief.

leila beckons you over, you run up to the two girls, katie slinging an arm over your shoulder. you couldn’t miss the way leila’s smile slightly dropped, she wanted to hold you like that but katie beat her to it. after a quick conversation, katie gives you a quick kiss on the top of your head before running off to find caitlin.

leila watches as she leaves and you grin at her cheekily. “what?” leila scowls, her eyebrows slightly furrowing. “you seem a little jealous, ouahabi” leila scoffs at you, crossing her arms over her chest. “as if” you grin at her, poking her crossed arms with your finger.

“oh, you so are, look at you all grumpy” you move your hand to pinch her cheek and she swats your hand away, “no i’m not! i’ll meet you at the car” she quickly moves from you, roughly taking out her shin pads as she walks, tightly clenching them in her hands, you lightly giggle as she walks away, she’s jealous, something you’ve rarely seen in her.

due to it being a home game for you, it only made sense for leila to stay over, and since it was the last game of the season, she was staying with you for a bit. you wait for her by your car, smiling when she approaches, your girlfriend slightly sulking when she arrives. you let out a little smirk but it washes away when your girlfriend glares at you, opening the driver’s side door, indicating she was driving.

you watch as she harshly grips the steering wheel as she drove, her knuckles turning slightly white, her veins popping through the skin of her forearm.

“muñeca (doll), what’s wrong?” you say cautiously, placing a gentle hand on the middle of your girlfriend’s thigh. her breath hitched at your action but her scowl stays strong amongst her features.

she doesn’t talk to you the entire ride, light music playing in the background while you both sat in silence. when she arrived at your house, she wordlessly grabs both of your bags and heads inside, leaving you utterly confused.

she changes into a pair of your shorts and a shirt and goes to sit on your couch, turning on your tv and watching mindless television as she sulks while viewing it. you can’t help but pace around her, utterly terrified of how you were going to approach the situation.

you hesitantly move to stand in front of the tv, looking down at the girl expectantly but she just glances at you before redirecting her head around your figure to continue watching the program.

you huff out in frustration, moving to straddle her lap and settle your weight on her to keep her there. she looks into your eyes with an unreadable expression. you cradle her face in between her hands, “bebé, katie is just a friend” you trail your eyes all over her face, leaning in to give her a sweet kiss on her right cheek.

she slightly clenches her jaw. she knew katie was just a friend, there was just something about how she wasn’t the one comforting you in that moment. she gives you no reaction, her eyes boring into yours as you smile softly at her. you give her another kiss this time on her left cheek. still no reaction. you give her a kiss on her forehead and her nose, giggling when it lightly scrunches up at your contact.

she fights a smile and it goes unmissed by you, placing a sweet kiss on her lips, grinning when she immediately gives in and kisses you back. only, she wasn’t returning your sweet gesture, instead, she kissed you with all her pent up frustration. she grips the back of your head, lightly grazing her teeth on your bottom lip before giving it a gentle bite, causing you to open your mouth slightly, the girl immediately slipping her tongue into your mouth.

it was a clash of tongues and teeth, the girl kissing you with all her emotions, you show her all the love you have for her. when she pulls away, she just looks at you. pink cheeked and swollen lips with dilated pupils, she knew you were hers and hers only.

“mi tigre (my tiger) is jealous, hm?” you grin mockingly, she can’t help but roll her eyes full of amusement.

“maybe a little” she shrugs, letting out a little giggle when you lean in to press a trail of kisses up her neck and across her jaw.

“tu tigre (your tiger) can make it up to you?” leila smirks suggestively, you slightly move your hips on top of her thighs so she knows you feel the same.

you lightly trace the bridge of her nose with the pad of your finger, running it gently over the top of her lips, letting out a little yelp when she bites it playfully. “hm, okay” you smirk, leaning in for another kiss, leila flipping you over so your back was pressed into the couch.

let’s just say, both of you are grateful for katie riling up your girlfriend.

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