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fran-in-the-deep · 7 months

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maybe if u wanna do this request i was thinking right. high school au with hange where they’re super geeky, and reader is popular but was nice to them and reader wants to ask hange to prom! i was thinking it could be a little angsty because maybe they would think it was a prank but they go together in the end >_<

also if u don’t want it to be a highschool au it could be like a college party maybe! i love ur work btw <33

A/N: First of all, thank you so much, this is such a cute request and because it got so long I didn't even get to the party part, I might have to write a second part for that. Then obviously sorry for taking so long, but I still hope you have a good time reading it! I decided on the Collage AU because where I'm from we don't really have an event that has so much significance like a prom and Collage AUs are just my passion now I guess.

1,3k words | Collage AU | mainly fluff, a little angsty | just two idiots in love

Wait, really?

You stood outside, back against the white concrete wall of the building E where the natural sciences where located. A flyer whose aesthetics screamed graphic design is my passion by the way the green letters for End of Semester Party have been printed onto the orange background, the cheap paper already starting to disintegrate in your grasp. Maybe your hands were sweating because you were nervous, maybe because it was the middle of July and you had been standing in the midday sun for about half an hour by now, contemplating about a matter that had nothing left to be contemplated about.

The decision to ask Hange out had already been made weeks ago and every day you spend an hour over lunch with them and the occasional text had you received when the Marine Biology major had found another paper about some weird species with a long latin name, you scrambled for a good occasion to finally ask them out. The problem was just that all of their interests, as much as you adored them and were fascinated, were way out of your comfort zone and you really didn’t want to embarrass yourself on what could be a first date. But then you didn’t want to pressure them into anything they wouldn’t be comfortable with either. You weren’t exactly in the same social circles after all.

Like, you could just go somewhere and people would know you, there was always someone to talk to and that worked out just well for you but-

“Heyyy! Are you heading to the cafeteria as well? We’ll have to hurry up if we still want to find some good seats.”

As you whipped your head around, Hange was leaning against the wall next to you, wearing a t-shirt with a long fish captioned Wahoo (Acanthocybium solandri). You had no idea what this meant, nor how you did not hear them approach you, nor how the hell you were supposed to ask them now. So you didn’t.

“Sure, I was just waiting for you actually.” Well, that was true at least.

“Let’s hurry, I think they have pizza on the menu today.”

Hange waited for you to join them on the way, all too happy to tell you about their shirt. Wahoo was a real fish apparently that often was confused with mackerels or barracudas, but the name was funny.

Over lunch they asked you about your day, letting your rant about how bad group works were and then told you about that paper on this newly discovered sponge they read the last night, but in terms a normal person could actually understand. And when you asked about the other sponge paper you tried and failed reading after they send it to you, their eyes were just sparkling and they were brimming with excitement and it was just so infectious. You had never seen anyone be so happy about a sponge they wouldn’t ever get to see in real life. Just, how were you not supposed to have at least a crush on them?

Hange with their funny patterned shirts for every occasion, who was so unashamedly themselves and passionate about the things they loved while never hesitating to share this enthusiasm and passion with others.

So on the way back to the train station you finally whipped out the flyer as if it was sword to fight this battle with. Just that a crumpled piece of paper wasn’t exactly sharp enough to stand against the absolute boulder of how badly prepared you felt for this. It wasn’t like you to be that nervous. Although apparently now it was.

“Have you heard of the End of Semester Party? The student councils of the different faculties coordinated it together and every faculty will also have booths and games and stuff. So it’s not just about getting drunk or anything. I thought you’d like that, so I wanted to ask whether you wanted to go there with me?”

You felt like you sounded like an 80s teleshopping segment, all that was missing was a look at the camera and listing of the phone number to call to order the absolutely legit product.

“Wait, you mean like a date? You’re not serious, are you?” Hange laughed nervously, averting their gaze.

They thought you weren’t serious. The realization hit you like a cold bucket of water. Or the boulder, or maybe the bucket had this Wahoo fish in it, whatever nonsensical metaphor would be the most appropriate to describe a verbal slap to the face.

Was it because they wouldn’t consider you as someone to go out with? But then they would have just said no, or something nicer to reject you, they didn’t even have to bring up the date. Did they think it was some kind of prank? The kind of things that were always pulled off in highschool? Maybe Hange had bad experiences with that. People were assholes after all.

But Hange was the last person who deserved to be treated like that. Damn it, they deserved all the love and appreciation and being asked out, even if they would end up turning you down. You would deal with this somehow.

“Yes, I’m serious. A date on that party, you, me. I thought we could participate in those games as a team or so. Of course you don’t have to say yes.” At this point you were flailing around with your hands, or at least it felt like it. It felt awkward to show so much vulnerability first, but then, maybe it was the right thing to do. Hanges eyes widened slightly.

“Wait, does that mean you’re asking me out right now?”

“Yes, that’s what I mean.” After this you would be the most confident person in the world, because how the hell would you be able to keep talking now otherwise.

Hange covered their face with their hands. “Oh fuck, I’m so sorry. I screwed this up so bad.”

“What? No no, don’t be. It’s alright. Don’t worry about it.” Some beats of silence, or maybe it was your heart not beating, you were unsure. “If you want, you can think about it for a while. Don’t feel pressured or anything, it’s all good. I just hope we can stay friends.”

“Yeah, of course- I mean, we can stay friends. Ah no, I mean- I’d like to go to that party with you. On like the- the date. The date. With you. You and me. On that date. On that party.” Now Hange was flailing.

“Wait really?” You had this whole communication thing down, definitely. But then, being nervous should be okay. Considering Hange was just as much of a mess as you were.

“Yeah, really. I just didn’t think you’d ask me out. I mean I guess I haven’t really been asked out before? And then you’re so popular and I thought you already were in a relationship… seems like I was overthinking again.”

Hange just gave you the sweetest smile in the entire world as their tension eased and even let out this little laugh that you adored so much and if you weren’t smiling like some love struck idiot yourself you would be surprised. They had agreed and the happiness made you feel all fuzzy and happy and it was perfect despite the awkwardness, because it was just you and them.

“Not only you. But at least now we can be overthinking together. And you really need to tell me where you get those shirts from.”

So that’s what it was, a party, a date. Hange and you.

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A/N: Hange's shirt this time was presented by the following meme from my fish meme folder:

#hange zoe #hange zoe x reader #aot fluff #hange x reader #hange fluff #hanji zoe x reader #hanji zoe #requests #fran-fiction writing

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midgardian-witch · 1 year

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Hey Fran! I know it comes as no surprise to see me in your asks for Woof boy on your prompt list.

“Right now, I don’t know if I want to kiss you or shove you off a bridge.” “Can I pick?”

Smut, fluff, both...anything to take my mind off the fact that my dog died yesterday, please. 😭

Oh god, I'm so sorry. I’m devastated for you. You have my condolences. I hope this will help keep your mind off of things at least for a small while.

Little Games

Send me a quote and a character and I'll write a small reader drabble

tags: fluff | Primal Kink (hinted) | established relationship | a tiny bit of suspense | gn!reader

ships: Jack Russell/Reader

AO3

Edit: added AO3 link

“Right now, I don’t know if I want to kiss you or shove you off a bridge.” “Can I pick?”

Your heart is pounding in your ears as you slide down the tree you were hiding behind. With your head between your legs you focus on your breathing. In and out. In and out. You manage to calm yourself down; your breathing slows and so does your heart.

Without the soft rustling of leaves there would only be silence.

Don't make a noise. Just be quiet.

Very faintly you hear someone or something approaching. On high alert you try to locate the direction the sound is coming from but you don't have much time as the footsteps are coming closer quickly.

Should you try and hide or make a run for it? If whatever is coming your way is faster than you and better at navigating nature then running may not be the best idea.

But if you hide that something or someone may still hear you, smell you.

Before you can make your final decision you're being dragged from your hiding spot and pinned to the mossy forest floor.

With a yelp you try to push whoever has you in their clutches off of you but your hands do nothing to the firm chest they are pressing against. Your eyes focus on the man above you, his sheepish smile making your heart pound for an entirely different reason this time.

"Caught you, mi vida."

Jack looks down at you, his hands pressed into the earth on each side of your head, a playful twinkle in his eyes as they roam over your helpless body.

The shock of being manhandled so suddenly finally wears off and you hit his chest weakly with your first.

"Jack! You scared me!", you tell him half-angrily, "Right now, I don’t know if I want to kiss you or shove you off a bridge!"

You can feel your cheeks heat up when he chuckles in response. Jack is taking in your scent in slow, eager breaths before he leans down. He rubs his nose against yours gently and looks deep into your eyes. There could be millions of onlookers and you wouldn't care. At this moment you and Jack were the only people in the world.

"Can I pick?", he whispers against your lips, "I did catch you after all. I won. Don't I get a prize, mi amor?"

You smile back at him and nod your head. You grab his neck gently and pull him into a deep kiss.

You don't care that you had to run through a forest for what felt like hours. You don't care that your clothes are dirty and you can definitely feel a twig poking your side. You don't care Jack scared you so much your heart skipped a beat.

If agreeing to being hunted through the woods by Jack always results in your boyfriend kissing you like he both wants to devour you and like you hung the moon?

You'll do this every day for the rest of your life.

#jack russell x reader #jack russell #jack russell/reader #werewolf by night fanfic #werewolf by night #fic request #fran-writes

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farolero-posting · 6 months

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Clover-covered journal

(Click here to read on AO3)

Morning

One of the habits I never quite got used to was the Glenfolk's morning activities.

During my first visit I met a young man. A smith with a passion for making bells and other delicate objects, named Rachis. He invited me to the home he shared with his friends.

We talked for hours, getting to know each other better.

I... wasn't expecting to wake up to what I can only describe as crowing, coming from Rachis. He called it "being a good host". Strange waking method as that was, I am grateful to see the morning sun over green fields.

#oneshot game #my writing #fic #drabble #clover-covered journal #the author #oneshot the author #yes im open for requests #yes this is 100 words long #rachis #glen #fran are you okay? yes. im normal. i have a normal amount of projects in this fandom

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ghostofafruit · 6 months

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Had to leave the house today, had to go to the shop, I think I'm gonna stick to my bed and my armchair for the rest of the day which means I'm gonna be working on prompts! I've got just the two but if anyone has any then send them over!

#fanfic #doctor who #timepetals #fanfic writing #bbc ghosts #the lost girls sonia hartl #the other ones #the other ones fran hart #prompt request

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multi-lefaiye · 2 years

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Little doodle request for my friend @smokes-and-bullets of her OC Fran!!!!! Fran was SUCH a delight to draw <33333 Thank you for throwing him my way :3 I will definitely be drawing him again in the future!

#Multi's Artwork #smokes and bullets #art request #as a note requests are open always for friends and mutuals <3 and for others on a case by case basis #rn if you want me to doodle your oc throw them my way!!#anyway fran is a delight and he's such a cool character and i love how you write him #11/10 all around #undescribed images cw #b/c i am too seeby to add an image id right now </3 i might go back and add one later tho

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comicallylargemango · 1 month

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🥭 : teeheeheehee author here, I've been having major Francis brainrot so now I gotta show the world :3 (I can now proudly call myself one of the first few people to write a Francis X reader)

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Francis Mosses/Milkman x DDD! Gen! Reader

Other: some swearing, shit talking, mentions of injuries, reader is using crutches (caused by the injuries), reference to the red handed doppelganger.

★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★

It had been a long day at work, there were more doppelgangers than usual and it really took a toll on you. A doppelganger even started, about how all this was useless and blah blah blah they'd win anyway. It even fought back, and boy did it put on a fight.

You limped on your bandaged leg as you mainly used your crutches to walk, not your first time to have been injured so badly you had to use crutches. You sighed exhaustedly and you imagined your Husband lightly reprimanding you for being so careless once he got home, you quickly brushed that thought away and went back to focusing on getting home.

As you got to the door man's window, you painstakingly take out your ID and entrance request, the Doorman raised a worried eyebrow at your state.

"Bad day at work?" She asked while examining your ID and entrance request.

"Tell me about it." You only sighed and leaned on the small counter Infront of the window to give your (working) leg a break.

"Everything seems good..." She murmured, "you're good to go."

"Thanks." You thanked her and started walking.

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You made your way to your shared apartment, letting out a sigh of relief as you jammed the key into the keyhole, twisting to doorknob.

Imagine the shock as your eyes land on your Husband sitting on the couch watching TV, he's usually home late in the afternoon. His head turns to look at you with a slight glimmer in his tired eyes.

You smile softly as he makes his way towards you at the doorway, making notice of your crutches and bandaged leg. The cuts, scratches, and dirt on your clothes and skin didn't go unnoticed either.

"What happened this time..?" Francis asked worriedly. Guiding you to the bathroom to change.

You took your dirtied shirt off as Francis looked away blushing slightly, making his way to the bedroom to get you some clothes.

He arrived soon, still looking away until you gently turned his face to meet you.

Sighing exasperatedly, you softly kissed him on the nose while taking the clothes from his hands, smiling tenderly as you see the ring on his finger.

"I'll tell you after I'm done, thank you Fran."

He simply hummed and looked you up and down, making you smile as a blush tinted your cheeks.

you had a hard time taking your pants and bandages off, that's when you noticed Francis still looking at you, leaning on the doorway with a concerned look on his face.

"Do you... Need any help?" He spoke up, standing up straight and rubbing the back of his neck.

Your eyes softened as you nodded. He made his way over to you to help you stand up, taking care in taking off the rest of your clothing.

His eyes roamed your body, growing more anxious as he takes note of every single scratch and cut. Meanwhile you were nearly falling asleep from his hands gingerly tending to you.

You only woke up from your half asleep state when you heard him speak again.

"Why don't you take a break for a day?" Asked as he turned you around to peck you on the lips, setting you down on the bathtub as he twisted the handle. Checking the temperature and adjusting it according to your liking.

You, once again dozing off. Absentmindedly muttered your answer.

"I should be asking you that." You chuckled softly, turning to look at Francis as he took off his clothes to join you. "Looking good Fran." He blushed.

He scoffed light heartedly as he took a seat behind you so in that way you were sat right in-between his legs with your back facing him.

"Seriously though, you've almost worried me to death. I can't handle seeing you like this, all..." He gestured to your leg as he sighed, applying a good amount of shampoo into your hair and massaging it into your scalp.

"Mmm, don't worry. I've been put on leave for a few weeks. Besides, This isn't the worst I've ever been." You leaned back into him, relishing the touch.

"Why didn't they just send you to stay at the hospital anyway? You would've been better there."

"Because I requested to be sent home, sweetie. I wasn't gonna spend two weeks at the hospital when I could be fine at home."

He washed off your hair and started applying the conditioner, "that's sweet, darling. But you really need to be more careful next time." He kissed the crook of your neck, enjoying the shiver that came from you.

"Hey it's not my fault my job is dangerous." You crossed your arms and exhaled.

"It kinda is, you applied for it after all."

"Fair enough."

He washed the conditioner off then dried your hair using the towels, helping you get out the Bathtub and handing you the towel to wrap yourself in. Doing the same for himself with another towel.

He walked to the bedroom to get himself clothes while you changed in the bathroom with the prepared clothes.

He returned soon after to help you out on the remaining clothes, wrapping some fresh bandages around your wounded leg. Also making sure to compliment your "Magical Ass" along the way.

you two made your way to the bedroom to rest, you immediately flopped down onto the bed which worried Francis. He had barely ever seen you this tired, he was exhausted himself but he can't imagine how tiring your day must've been to have completely drained you of energy.

"You gonna come over here or nah?" You snapped him out of his thoughts. he unfurrowed his eyebrows, not knowing he even did so. Mumbling a quick "sorry" before getting into bed with you.

You immediately grab him and snuggle him much like a child would sleep with their plushie. Despite being injured and all, you we're still very strong. As expected from the lead officer of DDD. he laughed through his nose as he turned to look at you and smiled softly. Kissing your forehead.

"Mind telling me what happened now?" He said, wrapping his arms around you to pull you impossibly closer. Burying his head into your chest. (Y'all can't tell me he ain't a chest man)

You sighed, recounting the events of today.

"We were called for another extermination, thought nothing of it until the stupid thing started talking about how this was useless and they'd just end up 'victorious' anyway." You hugged Francis tighter, letting out a huff of frustration as he hummed to let you know he was listening.

"It ended up getting it's hands on a piece of broken glass and I'm sure you can tell what happened next." You gestured to your leg.

"We called for backup a buncha times but they refused to send more people because apparently I'm a veteran officer and that somehow means everything is fine."

You yawned as you mumbled the last sentence. "Can you believe it Fran?"

"Sounds like the higher ups were being a dick." He replied, enjoying the sensation of your fingers drawing circles and shapes on his back.

"They were." You kissed the top of his head, Francis returned the favour by looking up and kissing the tip of your nose.

"Enough about my day, what about yours?"

Francis hummed, "yknow just the usual, Mara being the massive stick up my ass."

Mara, or Maratha. Was a daily customer Francis wouldn't mind losing, she was really a stinky old bitch, always complaining about nothing and everything at the same time. One of her usual complaints being that "the milk was more watered down than usual!".

"I don't even know why she's saying it to me as if I'm the one milking the cows, I'm just the one delivering it. Say it to my boss why don't ya?"

You snorted, "normal Mara behaviour."

"Normal Mara behaviour." He sighed. "And, there was this girl in that newly renovated building across the road who tried hitting on me?"

"What..?"

"Yeah, i don't even know her name. Told her I was married too but she wouldn't back off. She said something along the lines of 'marriages don't even last long. watch, she'll leave you in a few years.'. " He visibly cringed at the memory.

You laughed at his facial expression, "just because your parents are split doesn't mean others will too."

Francis started laughing with you, wrinkles forming at the edge of his tired eyes. "She didn't even buy milk, saying how they were 'putting microchips and chemicals into the milk.', ridiculous."

As the laughing died down, a comfortable silence settled in the air. Only the sound of your breaths and the occasional beep of a car, the sound of your heartbeat and rustling of the the trees outside.

If only it could stay this way forever, unfortunately though you may not have work, Francis does.

"What a shame, huh? I asked to get sent home instead of the hospital just for you to be at work most of the day. To think there's even some girl hitting on you while I'm not there." You said, eyes slowly closing.

"Mhm, I'll try and ask my boss for a day off tomorrow." He started dozing off, "and if he refuses Ill just put you on the phone."

You smiled triumphantly as you remember that time you had a meeting with his boss.

He looked so Nervous in agreeing for a day off for your husband that it made you wonder what would've been the outcome of you weren't a DDD officer.

"He'll have to accept then huh? Unless he wants to discuss the matter face to face with totally amazing and wonderful me." You joked sarcastically

Francis laughed through his nose, "you got that right dear." he smiled, eyes closed. "Hey, honey?"

"Yes Fran?" You whispered.

"I love you." He slurred, finally falling asleep.

"I love you more." You gave him one last kiss on the head before turning off the lamp and joining him in Dreamland.

★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★

Should I make a part two?

A/N: eat up pookies

#Francis Mosses #Francis Mosses x reader #Milkman x reader #thats not my neighbour #thats not my neighbour X reader #milkman thats not my neighbour #Francis Mosses that's not my neighbour #X reader

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sthavoc · 2 months

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౨ৎ🎞️ 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇 | ENZO VOGRINCIC

𖥔 ࣪˖ pairing: enzo x actress!reader

𖥔 ࣪˖ summary: you and Enzo are in the same event, meeting each other for the first time, and of course the paparazzi wanted a few shots with you both. Which later led to conversations between the two of you.

𖥔 ࣪˖ warnings: none

𖥔 ࣪˖ note: he looks rlly good in that pic doesn’t he.. but apart from that I hope u guys enjoy this. this is in spanglish bc I just think the dialogue in spanish fits the guys better. also I’m not rlly good with writing imagines. this would be like my first time I publish one so I’m sorry if it’s ass lol. btw i’m sorry if I get anything wrong i’m not uruguayan or argentinian, but I do speak spanish.

Enzo couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. It’s not that he had staring problems it’s just that you looked amazing and he just couldn’t believe he was in the same place as you. It was an important event and you both were lucky to find yourselves in the same place.

“Ya dale ve a presentarte boludo.” Juani stood next to Enzo. He had partially slapped Enzo on the back of his head making him snap from his gaze. “¿O te le vas a quedar viendo como loco todo el evento?”

“Callate” Enzo laughs as he glances your way. The cameras flashed on you as you posed and smiled for the pictures. You looked gorgeous.

“No en serio. O te presentas vos o lo hacemos nosotros.” Fran’s voice made both of the boys heads turn his way.

“No me va a pelar.”

“Yo creo que ya lo hizo. Mira.” Juani chuckles racing his brows as he darted at Enzo.

Juani had seen you staring their way with a feeble smile painted on your tinted lips. They all payed attention to how you looked forward to the cameras, giving them all a smile with a wave as you walked the opposite direction.

“No, no. Que viene acá.” Enzo panics. “Que hago.”

“Presentate.” Matias gives him a dull push.

By the time you had reached them, the guys stepped away and began to make their own conversation, leaving Enzo and you alone. Enzo turned around to the guys. He just hoped he wouldn’t mess anything up. After all, it was his first time meeting you.

“Hola mucho gusto, Y/N L/N. Te vi desde lejos y quise venir a saludar y a decirte que vi la Sociedad de la Nieve, y debo decir que me encantó.” You gush with a small smile as you hold your eyes on the man. You extended out your hand for him to shake. Which he did, but he also gave you a small kiss on the cheek. You hoped your lipstick didn’t leave a kiss print.

“Enzo Vogrincic. Muchas gracias. Es un gusto conocer a gran estrella como vos. yo soy un gran fan tuyo y.. te ves muy hermosa.” He was trying so hard not to seem like an idiot right now.

“Ay que lindo. Gracias.” Your lips carved a smile at his praise. You yourself made an effort not to blush. “Tú también te ves guapo.”

“Guys! Look this way!” A paparazzi called for your attention.

“¿Te gustaría tomarte algunas fotos conmigo?” You request motioning towards the cameras.

“Sí , sí. Claro.” He gestures for you to follow first. He somewhat helps you fix your dress as you walk away. As you both find your pose his hand lands on your lower bare back. And of course as the gentleman he is he instantly withdrew his hand. “Perdona.”

you let out a small chuckle telling him it was okay. He partially thought twice but he placed it back in its place when he felt your own hand on his back. Enzo just wanted you to feel comfortable around him. As he didn’t want to weird you out on your first meeting.

“You guys look amazing together!” A paparazzi exclaimed trying to get as many pictures concurrently.

“Hm, creo que les encantamos a los paparazzi” Enzo jokes making you look up at him with a smile. There will absolutely be pictures of that pose.

“Al parecer sí.”

“Vamos, si queres te puedo presentar a los chicos.” Enzo’s hand rested inside the pocket of his dressing pants in a nervous manner.

You of course agreed with a hum, stepping away from the center and walking towards where the rest of the cast was. Enzo tried on guiding you while he motioned the guys with his hands to walk over.

“Chicos, Y/N. Y/N estos son Matias, Juani, Fran, y Agustín.”

“Mucho gusto.” You greet each of the boys. “Buen trabajo que hicieron en la película.”

“Muchas gracias.” They all reply in unison.

“Sos una actriz increíble me veo todas tus películas.” Juani comments making you give him a warm smile, and bringing your hand to your heart.

“Ayy re lindo.”

“Bueno pero y si entramos ya? Cómo que tanto flash me está mareando.” Matias’ eyes shoot a double blink. He also brought his hand to his right temple giving it a small massage.

“Concuerdo.” Enzo nods.

Everyone walked inside the event. First thing that met the group were the LED lights that colored the room and the huge amount of tables that had glasses and champagne on them. Not to forget the decorations. Every single one of you turned your heads to admire the whole room. Enzo who didn’t waist no time hurried himself to pull up a chair for you. That made you release a smile.

“Gracias.”

He himself sat next to you as the boys filled around some of the seats around the table. Juani grabbed the bottle of champagne making a foolish face towards Fran, creating a bit of laughter between the two. Matias and Agustin didn’t last in joining their conversation, and also in taking silly pictures of each other.

“Entonces, Enzo. Cuéntame de ti.” You tried to make a conversation to reduce the quietness between the two.

“Uff.” He raised his brows letting out a chuckle. “Que no se puede saber ya.” He comments making the two of you laugh, you yourself racing a brow tilting your head to the side for a split second. “Pero pues tengo 30 años. Me fascina el teatro. Me encanta tomar fotos, la música”

“Wow. Tenemos cositas en común eh.” He looks at you with a warm smile and a glint in his eyes from the small nudge you gave him. “me encanta la fotografía, también me gusta el teatro y amo la música. Tengo un record player y me encantaría poder ir a una disquera y comprar más discos. Y debo de mencionar que nunca me vas a cachar sin mis audífonos en mis días libres.” A small chuckle escapes from Enzo’s lips at your remark.

“Ese soy yo con la fotografía. Voy a todos lados con mi cámara.” He motions towards his camera, which you hadn’t even noticed. “Si queres podemos ir a una disquera que vi por ahí cuando me estaba paseando.”

“¿Me estás invitando a salir?” A playful smile crept upon your covered lips as you watched how a nervous look arose on his face.

“Bueno.. como amigos obviamente.” He quickly adds.

“Te estoy jodiendo. Claro que podemos ir.” He laughs in relief as he sets his arm on the table staring at the ground. “Sirve de que tomas algunas fotos” You add motioning towards his camera.

“¿Me darías tu número entonces?”

You watched how Enzo took out his phone from his pocket, unlocking it before setting it between the two of you. Your hand reaches for the phone, giving him a small glance with a slight smile. You start to look for the contacts app before you began on typing your number in his phone.

“toma. no me nombres nada malo por favor.” You joke as you watched him create your contact.

“para nada, linda. No quiero que me odies.”

Enzo was starting to come out of his shell, letting out a pet name was somehow a small way of him showing he was getting comfortable around you. He just hoped it didn’t mean too much for you to shut him out. On the contrary though.

You softly giggled and somewhat blushed at the pet name. “odiarte no creo.” His eyes turned their all divided attention to you as he finished his typing and locked his phone again before placing it back into his pocket.

“Pues espero que me podas responder el mensajito.” He murmured as he got closer to you for you to be able to hear him.

“Por supuesto que te contestaré.” You point towards him. “Me encantaría ir a esa disquera y si se puede me puedes tomar algunas fotitos.” He smiles as he receives the silly wink you gave him.

“Claro. Sí. Sería un gusto.” He rests his hand on his chest. “Si queres te enseño algunas que tengo en mi celular.” You nod liking the idea as he takes out his phone again looking for his gallery and the folder where he kept all of his pictures.

“Podes deslizar a la izquierda.” He gives you his phone which already had the first picture set.

“Oh wow.” You were amazed by the simple yet amazing quality pictures he has taken. Some were of cats, buildings, him in black and white. “Son hermosas Enzo. Si no la hubieras echo de actor la hubieras echo de fotógrafo.” You laughed along with him.

“Es algo simple. Es uno de mis hobbies.” He murmurs next to you as he also looked at the pictures.

“Pues eres muy talentoso, de verdad.” You place your hand on his shoulder, your eyes leaving the picture with a light smile as Enzo didn’t tear his eyes off you.

“Y/N! oh my God here you are!” you recognized the voice making you look behind you, and Enzo finally looking somewhere that wasn’t your face.

You found the person the voice belonged to. “Oh, Maddie. Hi.” You chuckled. “I’m sorry I got a little distracted.” You turn to look at Enzo and then the boys.

Maddie’s eyes scanned the whole table as her strawberry tinted lips were opened a jar with a smile. “Hi. Madelyn Cline.” She greeted as everyone waved at her. Her eyes went back to you as she gave you a smile with a knowing look. “It’s okay you can totally stay here. I don’t mind.”

You looked at Maddie then back at the boys and at Enzo. He was quick to speak. “Te podes ir si queres. No hay problema.” He shrugged and the guys filled in into his request.

“Bueno. Disculpen. Pero fue un gusto conocerlos a todos y ojalá podamos un día volvernos a ver.” Each one of the guys got up from their seat and kissed you goodbye as they agreed with you, including Enzo. “Enzo un gusto.” Your hand rested on his arm for support and his on your waist as you leaned in to kiss his cheek.

“Un gusto linda.” He decided to use the pet name again for a last time tonight.

You turned your back on their table leaving with Maddie as a small smile stayed on your lips. You did hope to see all of them again, especially Enzo. There was something about his vibe and talking to him that made you feel at peace. Like you enjoyed his company.

And you honestly couldn’t wait to get his message.

#enzo vogrincic #enzo vogrincic imagine #enzo vogrincic x reader #enzo vogrincic x you #enzo vogrincic one shot #enzo vogrincic blurb #enzo vogrincic fic

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yesimilkdamilkman · 4 days

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about your francis x baker!reader

what if he brings milk for the reader's pastries ><

that would be so cute

···➯ 𝐈𝐧𝐠𝐫��𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞; All Francis and Baker!reader requests are like a warm-up for me, which most likely will be in the actual series once I start writing it!! (Sorry, this took so long to get to!!)

04.26.24 | 𝟏𝟏𝟖 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬

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Walking down the sidewalk, milk carrier in hand the sound of the bottles softly knocking against one another. The smell of fresh pastries filled Francis's senses, as he pushed open the door, to your bakery—the bell you had above the ringing. Announcing Francis's presents, he flashed a soft smile, watching you flash one back. "Mm, special delivery for a special girl." watching you walk around the counter toward him. Taking the carrier, he held, placing it on the table, before standing on your tippy toes and wrapping your arms around his neck. Being extra careful not to touch his clothes, with your apron. Francis was a little hesitant to return the gesture, but wrapped his arms around you.

You step back first, knowing that Francis wasn’t a touchy person, even though he allowed you to hug him; A privilege that took you many months to earn. “Thank you, so much for stopping by, I know you probably have a busy schedule and what not” You babbled on grabbing the milk carrier, and motioning Francis to follow you back. Entering the kitchen you took a milk Jar out of the carrier Francis held, Pouring it into the batter you have already made. “Mm, aren’t you.. Suppose to measure it?” Francis questioned break, the comforting silence you both shared. “You should, but I bait so much I don’t feel to the need too.” you answered, setting the jar down before grabbing your whisk and mixing the milk in the batter.

Lightly hitting the whisker on the rim of the bowl, “Fran, could you grab a pan from the cabinet for me?” You question, licking off what's left of the batter, from the batter. Francis didn’t say anything but your heard his shoes against the wooden floor, and soon his chest flushed against your back as he grab a pan, just as you requested.

He handed you the pan, and watched as you spray butter into it, before evenly pouring the batter into it. And placing it the oven and putting on a timer, “Oh, here I made these for you!” You piped, walking over the fridge and open the freezer and grabbing a box of strawberries dipped in chocolate, with powdered sugar sprinkled over them. “I made these as thank you.” You spoke smile plastered on your face. “Mm, Thanks,” Francis murrued taking the box with a small smile spreading across his features. You knew his favorite fruit, and one of his favorite things he liked to order when he stopped by.

Loading the rest of the milk he intended to drop off, into the fridge. He tipped his hat at you, before you walked him back to the front waving him goodbye.

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stuckwthem · 3 months

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i'm so happy to know that you're also writing for the cast and i have a request for Francisco! (It's smut, i hope you don't mind)

could you write a scenario where he admires, contemplates, the marks and scratches that reader left on his body last night? like, he is almost obsessed with them and still admires the marks, hickeys and bites he also left on her. — and perhaps as a bonus; reader also ends up seeing what she did and becomes embarrassed, blushing.

love bruises | fran romero

summary: fran adores marking your body, so he knows you are all his. 1.5k. fluff/smutt.

tw: light smut

one thing was evident about fran since he had returned from filming: he had missed you.

he had missed you, your smile, your scent that filled the room, your kisses, and above all, your body. you could feel it the night before, not only by the number of times he expressed his longing while tracing kisses down your chest, or how he murmured in your ear how hard it had been to be away from you, spreading sugary kisses across your temple, but also by the marks on your body.

there were small reddish marks, some adorned with a soft violet, all over your body. hickeys adorned your neck like a forbidden constellation, each one a silent declaration of his devotion.

you gently touched your marked skin, watching yourself in the reflection of the mirror, unable to contain the shy smile that grew on your lips as you were invaded by the memories of the night before. they were bruises accompanied by soft moans, declarations and desire, an intimate language that only the two of you shared.

you stood in front of the mirror, gazing at your naked body, letting yourself be wrapped up in the tranquillity of the morning. the sun's rays penetrating through the curtains caressed your skin, providing a comforting warmth. a surprised laugh escaped your lips when you noticed the teeth marks on your shoulder, forming a perfect bite. you tried to remember the moment you were marked, but the fog caused by too much wine the night before or the adrenaline of the moment made it difficult to recall.

fran's raspy laughter catches you off guard, and when you look back at your reflection in the mirror, there he is, sitting on the bed with the sheet wrapped around his waist, watching you with that peaceful, puffy sleepy face, completely adorable. his hair is a little mussed, a little from the events, a little from the pillow, and on his face there's a sly, passionate smile.

"enjoying your work of art?" you joke, turning to him. the blond's gaze runs up and down your body and he seems pleased with the sight, proud.

fran crawls across the mattress to stand at the foot of the bed in front of you. silently, he stretches out his arms, pulling you close. his hands fit easily around the curve of your waist, as if you had been molded for the anatomy of his fingers, and he kisses just above another purplish mark, as if to soften it.

between the boy's legs, your hands wander along the nape of his neck until they reach his light, soft hair, and he tilts his head back, surrendering to the caress as your eyes meet, sparking with tenderness and complicity.

"a masterpiece, i rather say," he replies, his voice husky and sweet, resting his chin on the top of your chest gently, while your hands tangle in his hair.

still sleepy, fran's fingers take the opportunity to gently trace your body, moving up from your waist to your back and then slowly down to your breasts, without malice, just pure, genuine appreciation. you sigh at your body's reaction when he circles with his index finger another mark, almost wine-colored, just below your areola, and suddenly, his finger gives way to his warm, attentive lips, which brush against the sensitive, abused skin of your right breast.

the sensation is delicious, invading your body in a wave of warmth and vulnerability, and quickly causing your breathing to become heavier as you concentrate on it, feeling the tip of fran's tongue draw small circles on your nipple. you gasp as your knees wobble and your fingers clamp down a little harder on his scalp, taking control away from you in a few seconds.

romero pulls you onto his lap effortlessly, and you let him massage your other breast while he sucks on the other, slowly with passion, delighting in the taste of your sweaty skin.

the sound of his lips detaching from your skin is almost disappointing, but it's quickly replaced by his voice, which echoes throughout the room, oozing affection and veneration, and you can almost taste the honey dripping from his words.

"i think this mark is my favorite," he declares, laying his face on your chest, allowing you to see every darker speck in his greenish orbs, which seemed clearer in the morning, but were now almost gone by the boy's dilated pupil. "i'd call it love bruises, if i may"

"you're the artist here, my love," you say in response, not stopping yourself from sliding your fingers down his smooth features, tracing the full length of his eyebrows to the tip of his perfectly drawn nose."call it what you want"

he spends some time like this, enjoying your touch, breathing softly against your skin, as if that moment would make up for all the others without you. soon, your longing lips meet his, which open easily to receive you, plunging you into another slow, lingering kiss. you can precisely feel the shape of his mouth every time it deepens, and it's something that fills your chest with a warm, ensnaring sensation, forming a fog in your mind that prevents you from thinking about anything other than francisco.

every movement is charged with a deep, burning emotion, creating a connection that transcends words. you feel overwhelmed by a wave of warmth and happiness, as if the whole world disappears around you, leaving only you and him, immersed in the moment.

when you finally separate, panting and starved for oxygen, fran has a flushed face and adorably swollen lips. he has an inexplicable aura about him that fills you with peace and comfort, and while you're together, it's as if you don't belong anywhere else. there is an atmosphere that surrounds you, reserved just for the two of you, impenetrable. you share devoted smiles and laugh with the intensity of the moment, recovering.

suddenly, fran's gaze wanders behind your shoulder, and a provocative look takes over his angelic face. his hands tighten around your waist once more and his smile becomes almost mischievous as he returns his eyes from the reflection to your naked body beneath him, more precisely they fix on your waist and he seems obsessed, as if lost in amazement. the memory of your gasps, his name between your ragged breaths, of your body arching under his touch, sent a shiver of desire down fran's spine, and he couldn't help himself when his muscles tensed beneath you.

"what?" you frown, wanting to understand the boy's face, who leans forward to look at your back.

quickly, you turn your face away, facing your reflection again, but this time, you lower your eyes to your waist where fran continues to press his fingers.

as they slide across your skin, they reveal ten perfect purplish blurs in the shape of the silhouette of the hands that seconds ago were squeezing you. you widen your eyes in surprise and laugh in exasperation when you realize what has happened.

"i don't think i was running away," you say with a dumbfounded smile and squinted eyes.

fran looks as surprised as you and laughs, hiding his face in the crook of your neck.

"oh, i'm sorry," he mutters, laughing with a glimmer of guilt in his voice, not even he knew he was capable of it, but you didn't seem hurt or bothered, but he'd hate it if you felt that way.

deep down, a small flame of satisfaction flared up and grew, just knowing that you were his, only his, and your marks proved it.

in complete shock at the fervor of last night's events, you hardly know how to react, but you feel a surge of desire growing. it's an unfamiliar sensation that invades you when you take pleasure in knowing that your whole body is adorned with marks and bites, but it's good. it makes you feel belonging, proud.

lost in your stupor, you stroke fran's back, smoothing his soft, smooth skin until rough, prominent lines meet your fingertips, and you look down to understand them when you come across huge, repeated scratches. your mind processes quickly and you alternate your gaze between your fingernails and the boy's scarred back.

your heart beats faster as you understand what you see, a mixture of surprise and desire pulsing through your veins. suddenly, you feel ashamed of the intensity of your actions the night before, but at the same time, a wave of warmth spreads throughout your body as you realize that you have left your own mark on fran.

"wow, i... i didn't know i... did that," you mutter, feeling your cheeks heat up with the belated awareness of your actions. "sorry, i got a little...carried away last night."

fran feels the burning on his back as you slide your fingers over the scratches, but it's a pleasant burning. he closed his eyes, reliving the sensation, the intoxicating mixture of pain and pleasure that fueled his desires.

"it's all right, angel. we're even now," he replied with good humor and a small laugh, moving from the curve of your neck to look at you with the kindest possible gaze. his gaze explores your blushed cheeks, your eyes and everything about your face that he absolutely loves.

"besides," he continues, now with a mischievous glint in his eyes, "it's a kind of reminder that you're all mine."

thank you so much for your request!!! it was lovely to write <3

i would love to hear your opinions!! 💘

#fran romero #francisco romero #fran romero x reader #fran romero smutt #fran romero fluff

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sunshine-theseus · 4 months

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Meme Girls | Zecira Mušovic x Reader

Words: 2.7k Summary: doing a video with Zecira leads to a lot of unnecessary angst Warnings: angst, poor early a.m. writing request for - @wosofanfics note: y'all i'm sorry if this sucks. it has been proof read but i'm literally half asleep and it's 1:15am. i hope it's good.

“Welcome back to another episode of Meme Girls.” Laughter breaks out across the room as Zecira tries to introduce the video, tripping over her own tongue.

Aggie and I are sat on bean bags facing each other, Zecira between us. We were supposed to doing a football challenge with some of the other girls for someone’s YouTube channel but whoever was supposed to be joining the goalkeeper here had to pull out. That left us.

“To my- stop laughing! To my right side, Agnes Beever Jones!” I give a small cheer and clap as Aggie throws her hands up in the air, all of us laughing simultaneously. The camera man gives us a dirty look, a sign for us to hurry this up.

“And to my left,” I give her a wink when Zecira turns her head to look at me.

“Y/n, the hotshot, L/n!” I can hear some of the girls outside the door, cheering on as well as they pass by, some even whistling.

“Why does she get a cool nickname? That’s not fair.” Aggie complains, adjusting herself in her beanbag to look at me.

“I’m simply better.” A cheshire grin is thrown her way.

“When Emma tells you training is cancelled because of the rain.” The prompt is arguably quite easy but we both spend some time contemplating which photo suited it best. Aggie holds up a relatively old picture of Fran, clearly walking off the bus for a game, her thumbs are up, and earphones are in.

“Completely chill. A day to relax and have no worries, spend time with friends. Whatever you want.”

“Nah it’s time to celebrate. That call is rare and I’m appreciating every damn second.” I rather aggressively pull my photo from the stack of cards. A picture of me from last season after a UWCL game against Lyon, my shirt clutched in my hands as I knee slide into the corner after scoring the winning goal.

“Wow. You look really good there.” Zecira’s voice is pretty alluring as she compliments me, and I turn a fiery shade of red.

“This isn’t fair. Z is going to pick you because you’re in love or whatever.” The young striker whines.

“You and the fans with those stupid speculations. We’re just best friends.” I avoid looking at Z as I try to jokingly tell Aggie off, her eyes rolling at my denial. What I do miss is the light that dims in Zecira’s eyes as I say it.

“Whatever you say.”

We’re given a few more prompts before the media manager calls time. I end up winning 3-2, Aggie tossing a fit by throwing her cards at me. Her fake childishness is scolded by one of the onlookers, clearly too serious in comparison to us, but we only continue to laugh as we stand from the bean bags. I take hold of Zecira’s hand to help her up as well but pull too hard, the Swede falling forward as I rush to catch her. My hands slip under her shirt as I grab her hips and both of us blush a deep red as I try to apologise, trying to forget the feeling of her skin beneath my hands.

The next few days between Zecira and I are awkward. Between the tripping situation and the comments from Aggie, our relationship had been strained and neither of us wanted to bring it up, so we didn’t talk at all. The things fans had to say under the video didn’t help.

‘Zecira and Y/n are definitely dating right?’

‘Find someone who looks at you the way Z looks at Y/n’

‘New favourite friends to lovers.’

They were funny, sure, but untrue. At least that’s what I told myself whenever I looked at my best friend, dark hair tucked behind her ears while laughing at something Guro said, and I felt jealous. Or when I go to score a goal in training and she dives for the ball, her shirt riding up and the tight muscles of her abdomen flashing briefly, and I can feel my face heat up and my stomach tighten.

And eventually, due to popular demand, I’m back in another video, facing Sam in a ‘Meme Girls Championship’.

“Welcome to the Meme Girls Championship. Today we have the two winners of the previous games, Samantha Kerr and Y/n L/n. Are you ready?” Sam lets out a guttural scream and I simply nod, trying not to freak out about the tingle in my leg where Zecira and my legs touch.

“Here we go. When you make a tackle outside the penalty box, but the other team still get the penalty.” I flick through my cards, searching for the best one, but Sam is ready in no time.

She holds up a picture of Zecira and Ann-Katrin, standing side by side with sour looks on the faces. It’s good enough for a chuckle but I’m certain I can get a better one. I eventually land on a picture of Jessie. She’s dressed in an old training kit, hands covering her face, clearly disappointed in something.

Zecira takes a moment, looking back and forth between the two photos we’re holding up.

“Zecira. You’re in it.” Sam gives her a side eye, hinting at the fact she thinks she should win.

“Wifey Z. You know this is the better one.” The nickname had been a running joke between us for some time, so neither of us think much of it, despite the obvious fact we probably both wished it meant more.

“Mmmm, I have to go with Y/n’s.”

“No! These cards are unfair! I used that last time and you picked Jessie’s one of me breaking my shoulder!”

“Get wrecked Sammy.”

The comments under that video are unexpected. I don’t remember doing anything that would elicit any ‘couple’ comments, yet they were full of them.

‘I think Y/n just accidentally exposed their relationship at 1:17’

‘WIFEY? She knowwws. They’re definitely together, you don’t just call someone your wife.’

So apparently, I did imply we were a couple, but it was from a simple misunderstanding. The issue that comes with that is the inability to deny it. If you deny it, fans assume you’re hiding something, and obviously there was nothing to confirm, so we had to live with it.

Turns out it was hard to live with. Anytime either of us posted, those comments would pop up, asking us to confirm it. At games there were fans shouting it out. Even the girls began speculating whether we’d been secretly hiding a relationship for who knows how long. It was beginning to get tiring, especially when I have feelings for her.

I wanted nothing more to just go up and kiss her and tell her how much I like her, then the comments could be true, and I’d know that. Hopefully it’d also mean I’d get to hold her hand as we walk side by side and kiss her good morning every day. But I was certain she didn’t feel the same, so that was that.

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It took a week after the video was posted for things to go back to normal within the team and between Zecira and I. Occasionally Millie or Jess would jokingly ask us ‘how the married life is’, or something along those lines, and we’d all just laugh.

It was a tradition between me and Z, that after a London derby, we’d pick a nice restaurant and go out for dinner. Both of us get dressed up and walk out of the stadium together, sign a few things and go. It started in 2021 and we hadn’t missed a dinner since. So obviously that’s what I prepared for when we had a derby coming up.

I had a new rusty orange, satin dress that I’d brought in preparation for the dinner. Hanging it on the rack in my cubby before I got changed into our warm-up kit always made me a little nervous, aware of the casual outfits that adorned everyone else’s wracks. I didn’t bother looking over at Zecira’s space, expecting her outfit to be hanging like it always was. Perhaps I should have.

The game was tough as always during a derby, and very physical. The likes of Katie McCabe and Caitlin Foord made it difficult to stay standing if the ball was at your feet and I knew I was likely to come out with bruises from the start. I must say I didn’t expect the black eye that began swelling after an elbow to the face from Lotte.

By half time I looked a wreck, and Emma was prepared to sub me off if they didn’t let up by 60 minutes. I’d lost count of the number of bruises that had begun developing on my legs and arms, even my torso was sure to be black and blue, and admittedly my eye was somewhat hard to see out of. I was also limping, a studs up tackle from Katie landing on the inside of my right ankle making the tissue rather tender.

“You’re going to look like that blueberry girl from Willy Wonka soon.” Zecira jokes as we make our way back out to the pitch.

“Heh yeah, dinner might be a little awkward for the other people around.” I get a smile back before she makes her way to the goal, and I head to the middle of the field to meet with Erin to do some short drills again.

The game ends in a tie. 2-2 across the board. I gathered more injuries as the game went on but nothing that wasn’t more than superficial, and I was buzzing to sign a few things and take some pictures with the fans before heading back and dressing up for dinner with my best friend.

Then I see them. Zecira is only a few people away from me at the barrier, talking to a guy. The conversation seems very interesting and sweet, nothing more than a footballer meeting a fan. Until they kiss. So, as her best friend, I make my way over. Why had she never mentioned him?

“Hey Z! Who’s this?”

“This is Tom. We’re dating, nothing official yet. He’s going to take me out for dinner tonight.” It’s hard to be upset when you see the smile that spread across her face. Her dimples were showing and there was a sparkle in her eye. But I wasn’t one to just let someone break a tradition after 2 and a half years.

“Tonight? What, after we go to dinner? You know, at the restaurant we’ve been waiting for a table at for months?”

“N- no I mean right after I get changed.”

“We always do tonight Z.” I start to seethe through my teeth.

“Well can’t you go like tomorrow or something?” I understand Tom was trying to help. I can only assume he wasn’t aware about the years long tradition between the girl he’s dating and her best friend. But I could imagine that if we were in a cartoon, steam would be coming out of my ears and my arm would be swinging, getting ready to knock him out in one hit.

“Uhhh, no. No we cannot. Because not only does it take months to get a table, we have to go tonight because it’s tradition. Routine. We’ve never missed a derby dinner once Zecira and like damn I’m going to let us start now. Not for some guy.”

“Common it’s just one. It’s not that big a deal. I’ll make up for it I promise.”

“Make up for it? There’s no making up this dinner. But have fun with Tom. I guess I’ll go get real dressed up, eat portions that are far too small and drink much too expensive wine by myself and be thrown looks all night. See you in training.” As I storm off, I catch glimpses of the remaining crowd that is yet to trickle out and realise perhaps I should have waited.

Now embarrassed as well as angry, I run down the tunnel in desperate search for an empty room. I eventually stumble into one and slam the door closed and lock it. The walls rattle and I hear something fall off one of them, but I find it hard to care as I search for the light switch.

Once I find it, it’s hard for me to hold back all the emotions that have been building up over some time. I rip my boots of and throw them at the door with all my might. I’m surprised the window doesn’t shatter.

“Stupid fucking feelings. Stupid fucking dinner. Stupid fucking Tom. Stupid fucking game.” The list goes on for some time as I cry, broken up every now and then by a scream.

Eventually I slump to the floor in the middle of the room and sob. My chest heaves and I struggle to breathe as I cry into the ground. The bruises and black eye are long forgotten as my lungs struggle to expand, and I begin to panic.

‘This cannot be fucking happening right now no no no.’ a panic attack is the last possible thing I need and I’m in a random room all alone. No one knows where I am. Everyone could have gone home by now.

My head is pounding. Or maybe it’s someone at the door. I’m not sure. I don’t have the energy to figure it out.

‘I hope someone finds me soon’ is probably the last thought I’m aware of having. But then someone’s arms wrap around me. Their perfume is familiar, but I can’t quite place it as they hook an arm beneath my knees and another behind my back. Most of my surroundings are lost, sight blurred and hearing fuzzy as I try to draw in more air, so I don’t know where I am until I feel a mattress beneath me.

I could identify the medical room beds in my sleep, and this was definitely one. After a few minutes of just resting there, my breathing started to slow and I came around. Newly aware of a hand gripping my own, I turn to the person beside me.

“Zecira? What are you doing here? You have dinner with what’s his face.”

“You’re more important. And, what you said on the field… you’re right. I was wrong in breaking tradition for some guy I’m not even really into. It’s- it’s just…” she trails off with a sigh.

“It’s just that, I needed something to take my mind off you.”

“Off me?”

“Yes. Look, after those videos we did on media day, and the one after, I couldn’t fathom the idea of me telling you how I feel and you rejecting me. I like you so much but I know you don’t like me back so I started going on dates. Tom was the only bearable one.”

“Wait wait wait wait. You think I don’t like you? Zecira, there aren’t enough words to express how much I like you. Seeing you with Tom, it, it made me mad about the dinner sure, but I was also jealous. I want to be the one kissing you and taking you on dates, holding your hand, celebrating a win.”

“What?”

“Kiss me you fool.” The angle is poor but despite it, we lean toward each other until our lips are connected.

It becomes quite a hungry kiss, but I pull away before it can get too heated, smiling at the girl in front of me.

“If we get ready and leave now, we could still make that reservation. Make it our first date?”

That’s how we end up hand in hand, waiting to be seated. The satin gown hugs me perfectly and compliments Zecira’s sage green dress.

“I’m really sorry for bursting up on you. Especially on the pitch.”

“I deserved it.”

“No you didn’t. Maybe you should’ve told me in advance but it didn’t warrant that reaction.”

“I should’ve spoken to you about what was going on.”

“Kiss me and we call it even?” her hair falls around our faces as she leans down to kiss me. It’s gentle and sweet and tastes like her vanilla lip gloss. Life feels good when you’re in love with your best friend.

#woso x reader #woso #womens soccer #wsl #woso fanfics #chelsea fcw #zecira musovic #zecira musovic x reader #cfcw #meme girls

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recaltera · 2 months

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i need, and i'm also begging, for some writing or scenario for Francisco that might involve him forcing eye contact, while he's fing*ring reader and praising her at the same time, please!!

fingering with fran…

pairing: fran romero x fem reader

🏷️ smut (minors dni), fingering, praising

a/n: omg i love this request sm his fingers ar eliterally perfect for this

there was just something he loved about feeling your walls contract around his fingers, how at first it would be difficult for him to introduce one of his fingers into your awaiting hole because you were so tight, after a while as he sucked on your neck and rubbed your clit in circles with his other hand you would loosen up, letting him fuck his fingers in and out of your pussy making wet sounds ring around your shared bedroom.

he watched your every move intently, studied your body, learning what pleases you and what makes you scream in pleasure, this is how you would end up every day you got home frustrated from work. he knew exactly what you wanted when you threw yourself onto him as soon as you stepped into the apartment, straddling his lap and wrapping your hands around his neck, giving him a hard passionate make out as you grind your wet core down on his cock making him groan.

fran forced you to watch him no matter how hard it was for you to keep your eyes open while his fingers were hitting that spongy spot inside of you and your clit was being messily rubbed by his other hand. “open your eyes, princess. eyes on me. i want to see your pretty face when you cum for me” because you always tend to hide your face on his neck as you reach your climax. you are not sure why tho, you weren’t ashamed or anything it was just a reaction by default and he would always let it pass.

this night was different tho, he knew you were close he could feel your walls spasm ing around his slim long fingers. grabbing your face roughly and squishing your cheeks making your lips pout. “if you close your eyes im going to stop, princess so better keep them open this time” . as soon as your orgasm hit you did everything in your hands to keep your eyes on fran, watching him watch you, he enjoyed every second of it. talking you throught it “good girl, you are doing such a good job” as he rode out your high, “you sound so pretty when you cum, angel” he would whisper in your ear as you were floating around cloud nine still in your post orgasm high.

letting him fuck you with his fingers was probably the best part of your frustrated days, sometimes you would fake it just so he could play with you, he knew when it wasn’t real tho. he still played along because he just loves feeling you around him in any possible way.

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fran-in-the-deep · 4 months

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Hi hi hi I feel it is my moral and legal obligation to request 28. I don't really have more thoughts than that so just go crazy. Thank u love u hope you're doing well - faye

28. German Christmas Market

A/N: Thank you for giving me another reason to write for this very specific prompt. I did not anticipate for this to get so long, nor for the Deutsche Bahn to become a major point of contention, but I thought it would be funny and very authentically German. Also I got stranded at a train station on the way home for the holidays, so I had some time.

Christmas Special - Hange x gn!Reader (Collage AU)

~1.8k | lots of fluff

It had been a nice idea initially, going to the Christmas market for a date. Have some overpriced hot punch and sugary food, look at nice lights and decorations and hold hands. All that preferably in the next biggest town over, where every second booth wasn’t run by students from uni you both knew. Going to a Christmas market and on a date on top of that was to get a break from daily life, not to get yet again reminded that the person who was making Crêpes for you still hadn’t done their part of the group presentation that was due in two days. Last years Christmas market had not been fun.

This year, the big obstacle would be even getting there. It had snowed a day ago and while snow was rare and it settling for long was even rarer, the time Hange and you arrived at the train station of your small town, everything still looked like winter-wonderland.

“I swear the app said our train wasn’t affected.” Hange’s glasses were foggy from their breath, scarf pulled up to their nose. “You saw it too, right? When I checked before we left?” They asked you before returning to their phone, checking the following connections only to find out that they were all cancelled as well, while you were half looking over, half leaning on their shoulder, huddled together against the cold wind blowing over the platform. Dressed in thick coats with various layers underneath you still felt them shiver slightly.

You wrapped your arms around their shoulders, trying to give a little bit of reassurance before Hange would start to blame themself for not having anticipated this specific situation. Because it wasn’t their fault, neither was it of the people working for the German railway, they must be extra stressed thanks to that train-wreck of an infrastructure that worked really good except when it didn’t. And sometimes that felt like more often than not. The German railway services did not like winter-wonderland.

“At least we’re not stuck somewhere else this time.” Upon voicing your thought, you felt Hange shake with giggles. “What is it? Was that so funny?”

They looked up at you, still in your arms, pulling down their scarf so you could see their wide grin. A small cloud of condensed breath escaped them. “I just remembered the time we went to the Aquarium on our second date and had dinner after. And then on the way back back home, we hat to sit in the train for two hours in the middle of nowhere because someone got stuck in the toilet cabin.”

“See, it could be worse.” You commented with a small chuckle. It should not have been so funny, but the way Hange told it was.

“Nah, it’s half bad.”, Hange leaned forward, pressing a short kiss to your lips, “As long as a have you. Or no, wait. I’d gladly get stuck at any train station, as long as it’s with you. Or something romantic like that. Also, we still have all afternoon to spend time.”

Their cheeks and nose were tinged slightly pink when they leaned back, although that could be from the cold. Somewhere on another platform, a train was announced. It started snowing again, the kind of big flakes that should only exist in cartoon movies. Still standing at the now empty platform, Hange followed your gaze, taking your hand in theirs.

“You know, we could still try the whole Christmas market date, you don’t have any group presentations this year, have you?”

“Thankfully not.”

“Then let’s just go in, grab some food and make a run for it.”

And who were you to say no to that? Hange grinned, before pulling their scarf up to their nose again, only leaving their yet again clouded glasses and a few stray strands of hair visible between the scarf and beanie.

The latter with its sew-on patch of a long long fish that looked like an eel, but wasn’t quite one (maybe a little bit), wearing a Christmas hat was the latest product of Hange discovering that you could just order stuff like that on the internet. It had “HAPPY PHOLIDAE(S)!” patched under it, a pun that had been settled on as “Fröhliche Weihnachten!” was too long of a saying to fit into a beanie and “Frohes Fest!” didn’t lend itself well to puns with marine species names, scientific or common.

When leaving the train station, the two of you passed more exasperated travellers having gathered around the big display in the main hall that showed the current delays and cancellations.

“I hope they’re not gonna be stuck long.” Hange commented before stepping outside in the cold winter air again.

In typical winter afternoon fashion, the sun nearly set in the short time it took you two to make your way through the increasingly busy pedestrian zone. The closer you got to the Christmas market, the more Christmas-y it got. What had been a few front store windows with Christmas-Tree and snow themed décor slowly turned into lights being spun on ropes above the street and a random tree here and there. Hange slipped on some mushy snow leftovers from earlier that day when pointing them out and while you were fully prepared to go down with them by the way their hand still clasped onto yours, Hange caught themself rather quickly.

“You alright?” They asked you as if you were the one who just stumbled.

Gently bumping against their shoulder, you told them not to worry about you too much, just as the first wooden booth came into view. It was built to look like a small cosy hut with a bunch of Christmas decorations and lights thrown over it. Steam rose from the warmth of the Crêpe stoves that were hidden behind a stack of nutella jars. Next to it a booth that sold candles from plain to giant angel motives, as well as the kind of preciously self made ones that seemed to be too pretty to light.

Hange naturally gravitated to the candle booth to look for something fish related, strategically scanning the display from left to right while you looked from the other side. It was a game, a habit by now, to just look for fish related stuff wherever you went and help Hange search, even if you didn’t end up buying anything.

The same always counted for you, Hange had made it a habit of bringing little things around that either reminded them of you, they thought were funny or you’d like. With their associative way of thinking, that could either be something you didn’t know you needed or liked before and now cherished it deeply, or a package of napkins for a reason you didn’t really understand but that made perfect sense for them.

“Hm.” Hange brought their free hand to their chin, leaning slightly forward over what could be a starfish shaped candle or just a Christmas Star. “No, that’s not it.”

You hadn’t found anything either. Yet Hange didn’t dwell on it long, looking back at you instead.

“Let’s be basic and get some Crêpes with nutella then. I’m paying.”

“I’m paying the next time then.”

“Alright alright.” Hange laughed as they pulled you to the other booth with them, ordering and paying for the two Crêpes. The awkward waiting time and shuffling around to somehow signal you two had already ordered and no this wasn’t the start of the queue, everyone leave us alone please while we hope nobody will try to make small talk with us, just waiting for the food, thank you very much. It was worth the freshly made food though.

“We should get roasted almonds or something, we could take that home.” Hange suggested, munching on the Crêpes after some time to cool down on the way to the central market place by the church where most of the Christmas market was located.

It had a look of a small village with all the small wooden huts, yet in contrast to an actual village, there was a lot going on. Lights, decorations, the constant smell of food, sweet and savoury, Christmas songs blurring with the voices of people. A busy place that was mainly visited by families with their toddlers or friend groups of various ages from school to middle aged. The small town was too small and the Christmas market too insignificant to attract any buses with old people from across the country.

“Alright.” Hange took your hand again after quickly finishing their Crêpe, keeping you close as you tried your best not to get separated in the busy lanes. You looked at some of the handiwork displays together, one did woodworking, selling nativity scenes, another sold notebooks and paper works, there was another candle merchant and several booths with jewellery. None of them fish themed. A disappointment. These booths were tucked between the more dominant food booths, most of them selling sweet food and the one giant bratwurst grill in the middle.

After some time, you bought some hot punch for Hange and you in mugs that cost an unusual big pledge on top, but they were yellow and shaped like an old boot and hideous, so money aside, you needed to keep those. With those in hand you retreated to an alley outside, away from the noise and people for a bit.

“I forgot how loud kids can be. And just people. And we didn’t even find anything cool.” With a sigh, Hange rested their head on your shoulder. “At least it’s not as boring as I thought it would be. And we have avoided the booths by people we know.”

You were glad to have taken a break as well, all the intensity suddenly breaking in on you as you leaned against Hange in return. How were they so warm even through the like ten layers of winter coat? Your thoughts were interrupted when Hange lifted their head.

“Let’s just grab some more food and eat somewhere else. I think that’s enough Christmas market for me today.”

“Sounds good to me.” You shifted slightly to have a better look at their face.

“You’re the best, love.”

With these words, Hange pressed another kiss to your lips, soft, gentle, lasting a little longer than the last. The kiss tasted like punch, really sweet and somehow like Christmas. Whether or not it was celebrated, just more quiet hours spend together with the people you loved most.

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A/N: I'm super late, but Happy Holidays to everyone, hope these days are as good as it gets. If you made it till here, have some fun facts: "Schmalzkuchen" is a very tasty kind of fried dough but an ugly word in German, then I found out it's "lard cake" in English and just no. Pholidae are very cute and also called "gunnels" in English, in German they are called "Butterfisch" (yes, butter fish), which is also very cute. They have two subfamilies, four genera with a total of 15 species according to Wikipedia. So that's a lot of cute fish.

#hange zoe x reader #hange x reader #hanji x reader #hange zoe #hanji zoe #aot fluff #hange fluff #hanji zoe x reader #fran-fiction writing #requests

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midgardian-witch · 1 year

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I am multi-faceted and can't decide between fluff and smut today. Lol. So, NSFW Snuggle and/or SFW Clothing for 🐺 (duh)? If you do the clothing one, maybe Jack wearing his girl's shirt? It's always the girl wearing the guy's stuff. Let's branch out. Lol. Jack is smol. It would work. Hah.

Sideways related, because wolf, but I'm enjoying the 10th Kingdom gifs you've been posting too. 👍

Glad you enjoy the 10th Kingdom content! I put that in my queue when I rewatched it some time ago so this is just perfect timing for more woof content 😂

I am going with the sfw prompt because it immediately gave me an idea (took a bit longer though because I saw your ask really late last night and was already half asleep by that point 😅). You did say girl's shirt (and I agree more boyfriends should wear their girlfriend's clothes) but it turned more gn!reader other than the mention of reader owning dresses (fashion has no gender but ya know).

Hope you like it 💙

Tangled Up

Send me a prompt and a character and I'll write a reader drabble

tags: fluff | Scent Kink (hinted) | established relationship | mentions of reader owning dresses | gn!reader

ships: Jack Russell/Reader

AO3

(edit: I just now realized I totally forgot to put the tags in. I am so sorry 😭)

(edit 2: added AO3 link)

[CLOTHING] Person A finds Person B wearing their clothing.

You were exhausted. If everything had worked out like you had planned you'd have been in bed cuddling with your boyfriend hours ago. But of course things didn't go like you wanted them to.

The door falls closed behind you with a heavy thud. You throw your bag to the side carelessly and walk into your flat but there is no sign of Jack. You expected him to perk up at the first sign of your arrival but alas neither hide nor hair of your werewolf boyfriend in either the living room or kitchen.

"Jack? I'm home, baby!"

Your call is left unanswered. That's unusual. Your brows furrow as you wander your flat until you stand in front of your bedroom door. Inside you hear a soft whimper. Your heart sinks into your stomach, dread pulling it down heavily.

Was Jack hurt? Is that why he didn't greet you as soon as you entered the flat?

With panic rising in your throat you open the door. The sight that greets you takes your breath away.

In what can only be described as a nest of clothing lies Jack, dressed in nothing but a very familiar looking hoodie. He's curled around your pillow, your pajamas squished between it and his face. Every inhale of air is followed by a soft little whine from Jack.

He looks so cute that it hurts you physically.

You clear your throat awkwardly and at the sound his face immediately pops up. As Jack sees you his eyes grow wide and with an excited yelp he tries to scramble off of his makeshift nest. In his haste he gets tangled in some of the laundry. It's an adorable sight, like a puppy stuck in a blanket.

You try and fail to stifle your giggling as you watch Jack struggle to get out of his nest. You decide to have mercy on him and walk over to him. He looks up at you as you stand at the edge of the bed, his eyes sparkling with joy. Dear god, you were only gone for a while but you've missed him. And by the Look in his eyes know he missed you too.

You lean down and place a soft kiss on his lips.

"Sorry for keeping you waiting, love"

"You're here now. That's what matters, mi amor."

Your eyes wander his handsome face and travel downwards to the hoodie he had wrapped himself in. On closer inspection you realize why it looked so familiar.

"That's mine, isn't it?"

Jack tries to hide his embarrassment and his face inside the hoodie. His antics make you laugh again. He mumbles something into the soft fabric that you don't quite catch.

Your hands cup his face and you tilt his head up tentatively, his eyes looking right into yours. No words leave your lips, you just raise your eyebrow, silently asking him to repeat himself.

"It's all yours,” he admits, gesturing towards the piles and piles of clothing. Shirts, pants, dresses, underwear, everything he could get his hands on, “I missed you, mi vida. So I-...well…"

You can feel the heat in his cheeks against your fingers. You're breathless for a moment, your heart pounding in your chest. He had missed you so much that his first instinct was to surround himself with your things, your scent.

The love you feel for him swallows you whole, like crashing waves pulling you down. It’s too much all at once, this ocean of emotion in which you'd gladly drown.

“I love you,” you choke out the words, tears of joy threatening to spill out at a moment's notice. His kind eyes watch you, his own breath caught in his throat as he recognizes the raw emotion on your face. His hands find yours against his cheek and he pulls them to his mouth, his lips peppering soft kisses to your palm and wrist.

“I love you too. More than words can describe.”

Jack pulls you towards him onto the bed. You follow his lead and join him on the pile of laundry that you’ll have to take care of at some point. But those thoughts were for later. Much later.

You lay together and bask in each other's presence. Jack curls around you like he had with your pillow before you found him and mirroring his movements you entangle your limbs with his until you don’t know where he begins and you end. You bury your face into his neck to breathe him in. You don’t need his enhanced sense of smell to notice how the scent of your favorite perfume that still clings to the fabric of your hoodie mingles with his own. You’re usually not the possessive kind and yet heat coils in your stomach.

You try to pull him even closer to you, only your clothes as a barrier between your two bodies. You want to feel his skin on yours but for now you are too comfortable just existing like this, with him curled around you and you curled around him in turn. A pleased sigh escapes Jack as you squeeze him tighter, his hands holding onto you like he never wants to let you go. And you return the sentiment. There is nothing that could come between you now, nothing that could make you let go of him. At least until you decide to strip Jack out of your favorite hoodie.

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deltaromeo3 · 9 months

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ᴡʜᴏ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ? - Mason Mount

pairing: mason mount x footballer!reader

summary: in which the Chelsea women’s and men’s team have a joint training- revealing a new transfer.

✿ A/N: this is a long one yall… couldn’t write short fics for the life of me. + this is my first mason/football fic! hope you enjoy it :) let me know if i should write more mason/football fics? :p feedback is appreciated <3

— Requests are open! Send some my way :)

It was a wet Thursday morning. Training went on as usual; starting with stretching and warm ups.

It was only when Mason was halfway done with his stretches that he realise something or rather someone had caught the attention of his fellow teammates.

“Is she new? Haven’t seen her around before.” Reece asks Ben.

He figured they were chatting on about the women’s team on the other side of the pitch. Mason wasn’t really interested, he’s seen them around before. Theres the usual like Sam Kerr, Lauren James, Fran Kirby…

Well… he wasn’t interested.. not until Kai chimes in.

“Watcha lookin’ at boys?” Kai spoke.

“Number-” Reece squints, hoping it would make the number appear more clearer.

“Eight?” Kai finishes his sentence.

“Yeah yeah! She new?”

Kai nods. “Yeah and shes a forward. But she can play AM CM proper well. Or so I’ve heard,”

“Really?” Mason speaks, a little amused by your ability to play multiple positions- one of them being the same as his.

Kai hums in response. “Why Mase? Interested?” He smirks, elbow making contact with Mason’s rib.

“N-nah…” He takes one more glance towards you.

★★★

You were busy warming up when you realised you were sharing a pitch with the Chelsea mens team. Not gonna lie, you were excited.

“Good morning!” Lauren greets you and you greet her back.

“Good morning indeed,” You glanced towards the other side of the pitch- towards the direction of the men’s team.

She suddenly chuckles, “You’ve got fans.” She chinned towards where the men’s team were standing.

You turned around to be met with Reece, Ben, Kai and Mason all looking your way. Reece gave you a friendly wave and you waved back.

Lauren throws a smirk at you.

“What? I’m being friendly,”

★★★

Training was almost over. Everyone was dismissed for a short water break and so you headed to the sidelines to grab a drink.

As you headed towards the water bottles, you could hear the loud chatter coming from your left.

You were sipping on your drink, minding your own business when suddenly you felt a tap on your shoulder.

You turned around to be met with whom you were sure was Reece James.

“H-hey,” Reece stutters. “Are you new here? Sorry, I know it’s a tad bit random but we’re all just wondering. Haven’t seen you ‘round here before.”

You let out a soft laugh, finding it unusual. “You’re Reece, right?”

He nods, “Y-you know me?” He stutters as you catch him offguard.

You chuckled. “Of course! You’re one of the best right backs, how could I not?”

You could see a smile forming on his face, but it was hidden quickly.

“I’m Y/N. And yeah, i’m new. What’s up?”

“Oh- Nah, me and my mates were just wondering.”

You let out a chuckle, “You mean the mates that are looking at us right now?”

“Wh-“ Reece turns around, only to be met with three pairs of eyes looking at the interaction going on between the two of you.

He scratches the back of his head, “Yeah.. them. Sorry. They’re weirdos.”

You chuckled, but was soon interrupted by Mason coming by.

“Oi Reece! Stop bugging her! Sorry, he’s a bit of a chatter bug today. Hi, I’m Mason.” He extends his hand and you shake it. He smiles at you, and you can already feel your heartbeat quickening.

“Hi Mason, I’m Y/N,” You said, trying to play it cool.

Y/N..Y/N.. Mason thinks to himself. I must remember to look her up on Instagram later.

“That’s a nice name. You must be new here! Welcome to Chelsea.”

“Y-yeah! Welcome to Chelsea.” Reece adds.

“Thank you! I feel so welcomed already,” You smiled.

You wanted to continue the conversation with them but your coach was calling for you.

“Well it was nice meeting you- Mason, Reece. But as you can see I’m needed elsewhere. Twas a nice chat!” You waved as you jogged off.

“Having fun aren’t ya?” Coach Hayes teased.

“I’m just being friendly is all,” You smiled.

Meanwhile….

“Nice name? Really Mase?” Reece teased.

Mason chuckles, “What? It’s true innit? Y/N.”

★★★

WEMBLEY STADIUM - Chelsea Vs Manchester United

Your heart was pounding. This would be the game that would determine the Women’s FA Cup winner.

You were in the changing room, pre-gaming. You had your AirPods in- “No limit by G-Eazy” playing. Needless to say, you were in your own world.

You were suddenly interrupted when Lauren came by and sat down beside you. By the looks of it, you were sure she was talking to you. You paused your song.

“I’m sorry Lauren, didn’t catch any of that. What did you say?”

“I said,” She pauses. “You know what? Never mind. Gotta keep your mind in the right place. I’ll tell ya after the game.”

You found it a little suspicious but you brushed it off and continued being in your own bubble.

Little did you know….

masonmount posted on their story

Obviously you didnt know it just yet… You didn’t even have time to check your phone.

★ ★ ★

“A 3p in the FA Cup for Chelsea. They’ve won it for the third year in a row! Y/N L/N, the man- or woman of the match for today! Incredible! Seems like Chelsea made the right decision.”

You managed to score the winning goal, clinching Chelsea their FA cup win. You were overjoyed, once again proving Chelsea right- having you wouldn’t be a waste.

You were seated on the podium after celebrating with your team- trying to find photos to post on Instagram.

You looked up for a brief second, suddenly realising that Reece was congratulating and talking to Lauren. But that wasn’t it, no- not far behind him were Kai, Ben and Mason goddamn Mount. Wasn’t hard to spot him as he was in Chelsea’s jersey.

You continued to edit your photos, not caring much about them when suddenly you felt a presence glooming over you.

“So, man of the match huh?” He teases.

You immediately recognised the voice.

You let out a soft chuckle before locking your phone to look up at him. “It appears so,”

He laughs. There it was. The laugh. The feeling you got when you heard his laugh and you saw his smile felt even better than winning the cup. Maybe that was a stretch, but it was true.

“Congratulations by the way,” He sits down next to you.

“Thank you Mason. I didn’t know you came! I could’ve dedicated my goal to you,”

“Wh-what?” He laughs as you catch him off guard.

“I’m just joking,” You smile. “Who are you here for? Lauren? Fran perhaps…?” You asked, hoping to find out who the lucky girl would be. Sure as hell couldn’t be you.

“Fran?” He laughs again. It’s you, you muppet. He thinks to himself. “Well… do you see me talking to them right now?”

“You could be, they’re right there,” You glanced towards Lauren and Fran, who were already looking towards you with a mischievous grin on their faces.

“I just did. And now i’m talking to you. I came here for you!”

“What?” Now you were the one who were caught off guard.

“I’m here for you,” He repeats himself.

“No yeah- I heard you. W-why?”

He laughs. “I just had to! Kai and Ben were going on about how good you were so I just had to see it for myself. And boy they weren’t wrong. You play better than me.”

You blushed. “Thank you Mason,”

“So can I get your autograph, Miss Y/N L/N? Sign my jersey perhaps? It’ll be worth tons one day I know it!”

You let out a cackle, “Don’t be silly Mason,”

“I’m serious! Cmon!”

“A photo perhaps? It’ll last longer,”

He nods. You call Lauren over to take a photo of the both of you. She leaves shortly after.

Mason suddenly takes the medal off of your neck, walking off back to Reece and the rest, and you followed suit.

“Who’s medal ya got there Mase?”

“Oh no one’s. Just the man of the match.” He bloats jokingly, glancing towards you.

The group laughs. He quickly takes off the medal, handing it back to you but you stopped him.

“Ah ah, wait. Be a doll and pose for me,”

And so, he does. Such a doll he is.

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“So, what was it you said in the changing room?” You asked Lauren.

She glances over to her brother and his group of friends. “Aren’t you glad they came?”

“Oh I’m more then glad.”

“Awesome. Cause this isn’t the last you’ll be seeing of them.”

Your phone dings.

masonmount started following you.

masonmount reposted your story.

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madame-fear · 2 months

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could you write a drabble for Francisco with these prompts? please 🥺

50. “i don't recall asking you to stop. keep kissing me.”

20. goofily smiling in between kisses.

27. “if only you knew the effect you have on me.”

꒰ ‘𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐌𝐄’ | 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄. ꒱

ೀ amira speaks! : nonnie this was so sweet and fun to write, thank you for requesting this !! this is literally the first thing I ever write for our sweet man, I hope you enjoy this! 🤧💕 also, tagging my sweet girl @luceracastro in case you are interested! <33 ˗ˏˋ ꒰ summary : request above. ♡ ˗ˏˋ ꒰ word count : 550.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ genre : fluff, established relationship, drabble. ˗ˏˋ ꒰ pairing : francisco romero x (fem!)reader ˗ˏˋ ꒰ prompts used : ⤿ mentioned above in request!

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A silly grin quivered at the corner of your lips. Your hand was placed on the back of Fran’s head, having your fingers interwined between his dark blonde curls.

Fluttering your eyes shut, your lips softly pressed against his own thin, rosy ones; tilting your head gently to deepen the kiss. Sitting on his lap and exchanging small, sweet kisses was your favourite activity to do with your boyfriend — you could spend an entire day like this, and none of you would grow bored. In between the kiss, you could feel his own lips turning into a smile.

Humming, you reluctanctly pulled apart, feeling him breaking away the kiss for a brief moment — but his lips still grasped against yours tenderly. His light green eyes moved to stare up at you admiringly, noticing how his smile grew wider at the sight of you. He was absolutely dumbfounded at how pretty you were, in every sense. It wasn’t unusual to catch him admiring you like a fool in love, which made you feel flattered — and a bit shy sometimes, even.

“I don’t recall asking you to stop.” you retorted teasingly, moving your fingers to play with his hair lovingly. “Keep kissing me.” a soft scoff spurred from him, becoming flustered at your playful remarks. “Sorry,” Fran replied meekly, still stupidly smiling to himself. One of his hands cupped your cheek, as his other free hand was placed in your waist while his lips were pressed against the corner of your lips, placing several small pecks. “I can’t help it. I have to admire just how lucky I am.”

Closing your eyes once again, you sighed out of satisfaction at the way your boyfriend showered you in love, filling your face with loving, and delicately small kisses. Grinning widely — as the fluster in your cheeks spread across your face — you moved your face to meet his lips again, firmly cupping his cheeks with your hands One of his hands went to the back of your head, pressing you against his lips, ravenously kissing you.

In between the chaste, affectionate kisses and smooches you continously pressed against each other’s lips, occasionally humming in delight against your mouths, you smiled in a giddy manner. The corner of your lips grew leisurely with each smooch that was given and received; both of you feeling content of having one another in this manner. In a way, it felt comforting - the rest of the world didn’t exist, it was just the two of you, and the faint sound of your kisses.

Eventually, both of you softly pulled apart from one another, faintly panting, trying to catch some air after the makeout session you had. Feebly, he pressed his forehead against your own, keeping his hand in the back of your head so you would remain as close to him as possible, while his other hand moved to your arm - caressing your skin with the tips of his fingers. The amount of pride he felt at the thought of having you with him just like this overwhelmed him; he couldn’t be any more satisfied.

Pressing a final smooch on the tip of your nose, making you squirm and giggle very lightly, he whispered. “If only you knew the effect you have on me.”

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Cool Heart, Hot Headed(Lionesses x Reader)

warnings: ⚠️blood, trash talking⚠️

a/n: also, writing this as chelsea are in the FA cup final… LETS FUCKING GO!!! BLUES UNITE. based off this request here (this seriously flopped)

prompt: during the euros, the swedes are playing incredibly dirty and as the reader tries to brush it off, her teammates are very angry and protective of her

Patience. It was definitely your best quality. Yes, you felt anger and disappointment, as well as rage and pain. But you were always patient.

It did come to a shock to your english teammates when Sweden suddenly had it out for you. But it didn’t surprise them that you were as calm as ever.

The Euros semi final had everyone on edge. This was the moment. This was the chance to bring it home. The lionesses needed this. They needed a major trophy for England. The men sure as well weren’t bringing it anywhere near the airport, let alone home.

So it was your chance to make your country, your people proud.

You walked onto that field behind Mary and Leah, sang your national anthem loudly and proudly.

"You look pale," Leah whispered in your ear. "All good cap. Just kinda scared of Björn. She’s giving me looks that make it seem like she wants to kill me," you said, locking eyes with the Swede, smiling lightly and receiving a scowl in return. "Don’t worry about them. They’re all look no game. Don’t tell Magda I said that," Millie said, having overheard.

You nodded and then took the team picture. The girls huddled up, did a cheer and then you took your position as the CAM.

Right off the bat, the game was nail biting. Any english fans watching at home, or in the stadium, surely felt as though something was going to happen. The swedes were coming in strong. But they weren’t attacking anyone as violently, as hard, and with as much resilience and they did to you.

The first hit you took was in the eighth minute. Fridolina Rolfö came out of nowhere. You were scanning your options from the midfield, no one around you. You were taking small touches to move forward, and then out of nowhere you heard "Man on!" and then felt a strong force hit you from behind. You went flying forwards, falling oto the floor with a loud thump. You groaned loudly, rolling onto your back as you heard the referee blow her whistle.

In your mind, that was a yellow, but Rolfö got let off with a warning. Lucy helped you up, brushing grass off your back as you tried to get dirt of your white kit.

Only two minutes later, you were the victim of another attack. This time by Jakobsson. As you turned with the ball and carried it down the middle, you felt your jersey getting tugged from behind, you tried to keep running but the pull made you stumble and fall awkwardly on your shoulder. Sofias momentum was still going, and she tripped over you, leaving a deep clear mark on your thigh.

You could hear scrambled voices of your teammates yelling at the referee who somehow decided the ball was to be given to Sweden. Fran helped you up gently, and you could see Millie trying to calm down Sarina as she was all worked up.

"What did you do to them? they’re going at you hard!" Fran joked. "I don’t know. But it’s okay. It’s fine," you answered calmly, walking towards Elle and Leah who were having a pretty angry talk with the ref.

"Girls! It’s okay. It’s fine. Let’s keep going," you said.

Swedens free kick resulted in nothing, and then you kept moving.

In the thirtieth minute, you were awarded a corner. You took your spot in the box, at the back post, and prepared yourself. The second the ball came in, you tried to jump up, but you felt a hand pushing you. Quicker than you knew it, you had fallen into the net pretty aggressively, your body crashing against the netting.

Zecira Musovic had caught the ball, and looked at you strangely as you struggled to get your cleats undone from the net. "She fucking pushed her! Yes you fucking did. Yes you did," Keira yelled, addressing the ref and then Hannah Glas.

"Keira!" you whispered harshly in her ear, making her turn to look at you and put her arms on your forearms. Most of your team was surrounding you now. "I am okay. Can we play this game please. Let’s go girls," you said sternly. "Y/n… this is getting unsafe," Leah said, concern in her voice. "I don’t care."

For once, you got away with the last word, walking off from the girls as they shared looks of worry.

At the end of the first half, your kit was a mess. There were more brown and green patches than white ones. Your face was dirty and your England kit was absolutely grimey. As you lifted the corner of your shirt, one of the only clean parts, to wipe off dirt from your cheek, you realized how scratched and bruise your stomach was.

You were quick to drop your shirt, hoping no teammates or cameras had picked up on your state.

The second you exited the pitch, Sarina had her arm around you. "You’re a fighter. You know that? I don’t know how you’re not loosing your shit out there," your coach said to you, squeezing your shoulder. "Loosing my shit won’t help anyone. It won’t help us win," you said simply. "That mentality, that’s gonna get us that cup. You hear me?" She said, keeping a hold of you as you both walked into the changing room. The second you walked in, the girls were all talking over each other with worry.

"I’ll kill them!"

"Are you okay?"

"How are you not screaming right now?"

"I don’t know how you’re so patient."

"Are you bruised? Cut? Bloody?"

"I am fine! But I won’t be fine if we don’t win this. So let’s win it," you said, sitting down next to Mary who gave you a quick kiss on the forehead.

Sarina went over what we were doing well, and what we weren’t, as you changed your kit into a clean one. You threw the dirty one away and then put your cleats back on as you had chosen to change socks too.

The girls and Sarina left the changing room, leaving you and Leah behind. She had given you a look that said "stay back."

"Listen to me, y/n/n. If you feel unsafe on that field for a second. You tell me, and Sarina will sub you off. Your safety is more important than a trophy. And this team is full of brilliant players, you’re irreplaceable… but what i’m saying is your spot can be… filled in if needed," your captain said. "Leah… we both know how bad you want that trophy," you said to her as you walked out of the room. "Yeah. I do. But I don’t want it enough to sacrifice you for it," Leah said.

"I won’t die, Lee. Let’s play," you said.

You jogged onto the field with her, the stadium erupting at the sight of their skipper and co-skipper.

Sweden seemed to have slowed down a little, on their attack on you, that is. The game was still very much packed with action. They left you along for a solid 30 minutes, which you were immensely grateful for.

But with the 75 minute, came what felt like the 75th foul on you.

Everyone lost their shit.

All, but you.

Everything about Asllani’s tackle was dirty. They way she didn’t even touch the ball. The way foot was way off the ground and her studs were pointed upwards. The way that went she connected with you, and you fell sideways with a scream, she made no attempt to stop her slide, choosing instead to let her studs graze all the way up the side of your leg.

Magda Ericsson had been the only sane Swede on the pitch, rushing toward her midfielder and grabbing her under the arms to pull her off you. She told her off in swedish before trying to check on you. But your team was having nothing of it. Millie gently told the swedish captain, and her club teammate, to back off so she didn’t get yelled at by the lionesses

Your eyes were teary due to the pain of it all. Your leg lay bloody on the turf, the crimson mess of it all starting to trickle down the sides of your thighs. You couldn’t really register the whole thing, but you could see the referee pointing at Asllani and giving her a yellow. But you also saw Leah get one, and Lucy, and then Keira. What were they saying to get them into that mess? "Tell them to stop before we have to play with a man down," you let out to Georgia who was kneeling beside you.

The medics were quick to soak up the blood, revealing a series of cuts made by the studs, but nothing too too serious. "I can keep playing, right?" you asked the medics. "No!" Leah said at the same time as all the other girls let out scattered cries of "no way" and "nuh uh".

"Guys. It’s a cut. It’s fine. I’m sure it was an acc-" you started saying. "No! No it was not an accident. You are too patient at this point, y/n. You need to protect yourself. But if you won’t, I will. You’re going off," Leah said with a sternness you hadn’t seen before.

You held eye contact with her for a while, the air tense. "No. Thirty pounds. Thirty pounds says i’ll score. Don’t take me off, don’t let Sarina sit me on the bench when I can make a difference for this team," you said, standing up, so determined to prove you could stay on the acknowledge the pain you should have been in.

"Fine. Thirty pounds," Leah said.

And then you were playing again, your leg bandaged up, your body in pain, and your mind set. You were everywhere on the pitch. Defending, attacking, demanding a goal. Everyone was shocked, shocked to see you so agressive after being pushed around so much. It just went to show that all your pain and annoyance was fueled into football.

Twenty minutes later, in 90+5, Leah because thirty pounds poorer.

A corner taken by Leah had gotten cleared away by a header, and came straight to you in your position from the outside of the box.

You didn’t think twice. You waited till the ball was perfectly low, and then hit it on the volley. The power on the shot made the ball spin, and it went straight into the goal, hitting the roof of the net.

You screamed loudly, running towards the corner flag, your team chasing after you, and jumping into Ellen’s arms. "LETS FUCKING GO. LETS FUCKING GO!" you screamed at full force.

Ellen let you down and your teammates took turn grabbing your face and kissing your forehead in excitement. The subs were all celebrating around you, and as you ran back to your position, you pumped your first in the air, making the fans screams double somehow.

When the final whistle blew, you cried. Partly of joy, but mostly of pure agony.

Your teammates helped you off the floor, basically carrying you around the field in their arms, making you laugh. But the second you were inside, you let out a shaky cry. Of relief, yes, but of pain. "It’ll be okay. You were amazing, and you’ll be all fixed for Wembley," Leah said, handing you thirty pounds and winking.

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