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footballxixstars · 11 months

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Missed First Steps, Spoken First Words • Lionel Messi

Child/Parent Prompt List v.2 • Number 3

“I can’t believe I missed their first steps!”

“I can’t believe I missed their first steps!” Leo complained over the phone to you and he genuinely sounded upset that he had missed his son's first-ever steps. Obviously he knew that this would be a possibility considering that he travels a bit around France throughout the whole season and then on top of that he has to travel around Europe for the European Tournaments so there are times when he is not home for a couple of days so he was bound to miss something yet he was still upset. All he wanted was to not miss one of your baby’s firsts but unfortunately it didn’t work that way. When you sent him the video he couldn’t help but smile to himself because through the screen he was seeing his son take some wobbly steps. His first steps.

“It’s why I recorded them for you plus you will be back in a couple of hours and you can see it then,” You tried to reassure him but as you finished speaking you realised how fruitless it was. Also, your words sounded a bit condescending rather than reassuring. You were wondering whether or not it was a good idea to record his first steps and actually send them to Leo. Maybe you should’ve recorded them and not sent them to him. You really wanted his first steps caught on camera and thought that it would be nice to send them to Lionel but now you understand his disappointment about missing them you feel bad. Maybe you should’ve allowed Lionel to see them when he gets back and act like it was the first time you saw them. It’s too late now anyway.

“Yeah, I guess. Just disappointed that I missed them. I’ve got to go now anyway,” Lionel told you.

“Okay, we’ll see you when you get back. I love you,” You replied softly.

“I love you too,” he said before hanging up so he could finish doing whatever he needed to before coming home. All you could do was sigh once the phone got disconnected and put that away before finding ways to entertain your son for the next couple of hours whilst you wait for Lionel to come back. Thankfully it’s your son's naptime soon so that should at least pass a bit of the time.

A couple of hours later when your son had just woken up from his nap you heard the front door open and you knew that Lionel was finally back. Well you hoped that it was Lionel or else a random stranger has just made their way into your home and you are nearly certain that you did lock the door. Your son obviously knew that Lionel was back too and he instantly perked up and started to wiggle to get off of your lap to go to his papa. Knowing that he wouldn’t be able to walk the whole way you decided to carry him to the end of the corridor before putting him down so he could walk the final steps. When you were at the end of the corridor Lionel instantly noticed the two of you yet no words were exchanged. All he did was kneel down to the height of your son and held his arms out so your son would hopefully walk into them.

No movement. Your son made no movement whatsoever towards his papa just staring between you and him. You could see that he wanted to move but didn’t know how. He had only just started taking steps without assistance so maybe that was why he was slightly hesitant and didn’t know how to step. Maybe he just needed a little bit of encouragement.

“Come to Papa,” Leo spoke out and that seemed to be the encouragement that your son needed because as soon as Lionel said those words your son took a shaky step towards him. Throughout the whole ordeal you didn’t even watch your son take the steps since you had seen it earlier and instead you watched Lionel’s face. The way his face lit up when your son took the steps towards him was precious. His face lit up more than it did when he won the treble or sextuple for Barcelona or when he FINALLY won the Copa America with Argentina. His first major international trophy. His face was brighter than when he won the World Cup. The freaking World Cup. Your son walking looked to be one of his proudest achievements. It was sweet, maybe a bit over dramatic since winning the World Cup and however many Ballon D’Ors is special, but nonetheless still sweet.

“Papa,” Those words knocked you out of your thoughts and you turned your attention away from Lionel’s face and towards your son who was now nestled in his arms obviously walking at least son of that distance, the same son who had just said that one word. His first proper word. His first proper word that was understandable and made actual sense in the context. Usually he just babbles and now words can be made out. Yes it’s probably a bit late to be saying some form of words (you were looking for a speech therapist just in case) but he must just take after Lionel like that and just say very little to people. Also, being raised in a bilingual household probably doesn’t help the matter either because he may get a little confused. Your son is just naturally quiet, a lot like Lionel. Quiet and doesn’t speak any words at all and he doesn’t really babble to anyone other than you or Lionel so now that he has finally spoken his first word shocked you both. You and Lionel were just staring at one another stunned in silence.

“What was that Nene?” You questioned your son to see if he would say it again. He turned his attention to you and stared at you with those wide brown eyes which reminds you so much of Lionel. He literally is a mini Leo.

“P-P-Pa-Papa,” Your son repeated looking right at Lionel.

“Yeah that’s Papa, Nene,” You managed to get out as your son fell back into Lionel’s arms not wanting to let him go for a minute. He is always like this when Lionel gets back from a night or two away. So clingy and cuddly but he’s never said the word papa or even attempted to say it but just after he took his first steps which Lionel missed he said his first word right to him.

“He just-” Lionel attempted to say, struggling to find the exact words.

“Yeah,” You interrupted slightly in disbelief but slowly the shock left your body and a huge smile plastered itself over your face. So many firsts for your son and in such a short time too. It was a shock but also incredible. It was a mix of emotions. Not like your son cared though he was just happy his papa was back.

“I may have missed his first steps but at least I was here for his first proper words,” Lionel spoke out loud, cuddling your son even closer who seemed to be really happy just nestled into his arms. Your son adores cuddles and just being close to you and Lionel so it is no wonder that he was so comfortable just staying there with Lionel whilst the two of you had a minor freakout over everything. Over the fact your son was growing up.

“Especially because it was papa,” You added and he just nodded at you. Some people would be mad that their baby says papa before mama considering everything that the mother does especially carrying the baby for 9 months but for you it didn’t matter. If anything you loved the fact that his first word was papa and said it right to Lionel especially since he was feeling so down about missing his son’s first steps. It was perfect.

“Our Nene is growing up,” Was all Lionel said again as your son pulled away from Lionel and started pointing to a toy showing Leo that he wanted to play. All you could do was nod your head getting really emotional over the thought of your son growing up way too fast right in front of you. It feels like it was only last week that you gave birth to him and now he’s taking his first steps and saying his first words. Next he’ll be walking fully on his own, speaking in sentences and learning to use the potty. Time moves quickly with children and you don’t want to miss a second of your child growing up especially considering Lionel is going to miss stuff because of his work and travelling. At that thought you followed Lionel and your son into the living room so the three of you could spend time as a family.

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pedrithink · 8 months

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dream family ✩ pedri gonzalez

couple: pedri x reader! messi

request: im on my knees begging for a messi reader x pedri 🙏🏼 soc med au or oneshot i will take what i can get

face claim: olivia grivas

NOW: Inter Miami CF Press Conference | Lionel Messi

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user1 messi showing all his support for pedri's relationship with his daughter, how nice to see him so happy enjoying life with his family.

user2 it’s actually a tragedy that we won’t get to see Messi and Pedri play together again, pretty sure that yn would love to watch this masterpiece too. her boyfriend with her father 🔥

user3 for messi, pedri is one of the best talents in world football. they enjoyed looking for each other in the short time they played together.

user4 @user3 bring them back please 😭

user5 messi's children are everything to him, so if he supports this relationship it's because he trusts pedri 🥺

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ynmessi miami days with mom and dad 💕✨ estoy tan orgullosa de vós, papá. te quiero muchísimo! gracias por todo lo que has hecho por mí y no sabes la inspiración que sos para mí. 💗💖💕💞

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antonelaroccuzzo mi niña hermosa, la mas linda y buena ❤️❤️ te queremos muchooooo 🥰❤️❤️

ynmessi @antonelaroccuzzo te quiero, má 💖

leomessi te quiero hija 😘❤️

ynmessi te quiero, pá 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

user1 your father is a LEGEND

user2 yn, what brand are your pants and top?

pedri 😍😍

ynmessi @pedri 💗🫶🏻

user3 guapaaaaas y el capitán más hermoso del mundo 😍 (pretties and the most beautiful captain in the world)

user4 la mujer y la hija del 10 no se mira (we cannot look at 10's wife and daughter)

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ynmessi happiest birthday with my favorite people 💐 thank you for the love everyone - heart is so full 💝🥺

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antonelaroccuzzo siempre quiero verte feliz, mi niña 🥰

ynmessi @antonelaroccuzzo lo mismo, mamá. no puedo expresar o tanto qué te quiero 💝

user5 MESSI AND PEDRI OMG HOW MUCH I MISS THIS DUO

user6 imagine having messi and pedri at your birthday party and at the same time them being your father and boyfriend! YN WON IN LIFE

user7 the way yn and pedri treat each other is so cute 😞

leomessi 😍❤️

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#football imagine #football fanfic #football one shot #football x reader #football instagram au #pedri gonzalez #pedri x y/n #pedri x reader #pedri fluff #pedri #pedri headcanon #pedri imagine #pedri one shot #pedri fanfic #pedri x you #messi #lionel messi

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luvneymar · 1 year

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# PRINCESS TREATMENT! — footballers

— SUMMARY: you show off the princess treatment you get from your footballer boyfriend! (part 2!)

CONTENT: fluff, footballers being simps, light jealously, light sensuality, sexual themes in messi’s drabble

PARINGS: young!messi x reader, young!christiano, barça!neymar x reader, jude bellingham x reader

NOTE: feel free to change anything about the dress or the jewellery 💕

NEYMAR JUNIOR — credit card!

“Angel, o que você está olhando?” Neymar kissed your forehead before plopping down beside you sliding his hand to your waist. You took a sip from your red wine before answering him “Online Shopping.” [What are you looking at?]

You were currently shopping on Van Cleef & Arpels for the trending Vintage Alhambra set, your friend had showed it & you couldn’t help but take and interest in it.

“Hmm, do you like it?” Neymar asked kissing down your neck till he reached your collarbone, you curl your hand around his head as he nipped at your vanilla scented soft skin. “Yeah it’s beautiful. I prefer it in red though.”

You took another sip of your wine as you placed the last item of the set in the cart inching the total amount above 60,000. You took a deep sigh placing your wine cup onto the coffee table in-front of you.

“Something wrong princess?” Neymar asks slightly concerned with the look on your face, you shook your head slowly tapping the arm-rest of the couch with your nails before pulling his head onto your lap with his hair scratching against your exposed thighs.

“Nothing, I just feel bad spending your money.” You muttered out, not used to living such a lavish lifestyle to this degree & having everything at your fingertips was a constant battle with your impulse control issues.

He sat up slowly looking deeply into your eyes, he had a serious look on his face but all you could see was love and affection seeping from his pores every second he stared into your eyes.

“My love, what does life mean for me if I can’t spend money on the woman I love? My money is your money & your money is your money.” Hearing that shut down any type of insecure thoughts still lingering in your mind.

As your eyes focus’s on his he grabbed the back of your neck moving aside any stray hair and pulled you in for a soft kiss. Neymar smiled into the kiss as he can taste your strawberry chapstick on his tongue.

You pull away from the kiss staring at your boyfriend who just sat in front of you with a cocky look on his face wiping away the saliva from his lips as he later back down hands behind his head your exposed lap.

“Buy anything you’d like love, my money is for you & you only.”

CRISTIANO RONALDO — expensive jewelry!

“Which one would you like beautiful? Pick anything you like.” Cristiano whispered into your ear as you skimmed the different glass boxes filled with 24k+ different types of diamonds, golds & other expensive stones.

He had to practically beg you to go out with him today as you were feeling a little down lately but he knew you’d like what you were looking at. “Relax baby I’ll choose one.” You giggled walking to the other side of the boutique to look at the emerald stones.

You weren’t a big fan of dark swampy colours of greens but something about emerald jewels just caught your eye in a way other gems couldn’t; except diamonds of course. Apart from Cristiano; Diamonds were your 1 true love.

“Excuse me how much is—” Just as you were going to ask the salesman the price of the necklace + earrings set you just found Cris had interrupted you placing his hand over your mouth. “Hi can you grab this for us please? Thank you so much.”

As the jeweller prepared the necklace Ronaldo had pulled you into a secluded area of the store placing a finger over his mouth signalling you to be quiet. “Love, don’t ask for the price when you’re out with me. Ever. If you’re with me just ask for what you want.”

“Okay, Mr. Ronaldo.” You pulled him by the tie for a quick kiss where he wrapped his arms around your waist inching his hand down towards your ass giving it a slight squeeze.

You both pulled away walking back to the salesman with his hand still on your ass who was calling your names. “Mr. Ronaldo, this is a 24 carat, hand crafted, €310,000 necklace. All the diamonds here are—”

“I know you’re just doing your job but I’m sure my girlfriend here doesn’t care about all the statistics. Please box it for her & send me the bill.” Cristiano cut the salesman off once he noticed you weren’t paying 1 bit of attention to the details of the necklace + earring’s history.

“Right away.” The jeweller smiled before walking away to get the actual product out the back to begin packaging it. Once he walked away you turned to Cris and pulled him in for a kiss cupping his face.

Once you both pulled away he wiped away some dust from your face with his thumb while staring into your eyes as if he had been hypnotized by you. “What was that for?”

“You don’t like my kisses anymore?” You questioned pulling him to whisper in his ear, he chuckled lowly rubbing circles on your ass.

“No, not that. You rarely kiss me in public if it isn’t a secluded area.” You looked up at him with your (colour) doe eyes as you watched him swallow nervously loosening his tie.

“Well you just bought me €300,000 diamond necklaces. It’s your reward.” Dragging your finger down his chest & looking up at him with your eyes filled with a look of seduction & affection.

“If spoiling my lover gets me rewards like this you can pick out anything you like in the store. We won’t leave till your satisfied.”

JUDE BELLINGHAM — shoe strap!

“Darling are you finish yet? We have to leave soon.” Jude walks into your shared bedroom & watches you finish the final touches of your make up dress still unzipped and different pairs of heels spread around the room.

“Sorry baby, I was having trouble zipping up my dress then I couldn’t pick between a few heels.” Seeing him walk into the room made you go faster than you already were. Feeling his hands on your shoulders calmed you down.

“Don’t stress, I’ll help you.” He motioned you to sit up from the ottoman, feeling his cold hands against your exposed warm back sent electric waves down your spine giving you goosebumps all over your arms.

As Jude’s hands zipped up your dress you stared him through the mirror watching his every move. Once he was done he spun you around and kissed your forehead placing his on-top of yours.

You both stayed in that position for a while before he pulled away and made his way towards your shared walk-in closet coming back your YSL heels. “Oh not those they’re soooo hard to walk in.”

You complained walking towards the bed to pick up a different pair of shoes. He placed the shoe box beside you taking the pair of Red Bottoms and flinging them somewhere around the room. “You look stunning in them, if your feet start to hurt I’ll carry you. Okay?”

“…Okay” You responded sticking out your foot so Jude could put on the first shoe, you felt like Cinderella when she lost her glass shoe & the prince came to personally return it to her.

“Stand up baby.” Jude helped you stand up from the bed as if you were made of glass holding your waist as he hoisted you up.

Jude bent down to adjust the strap of your heel around your ankle, once he was done he lifted your foot to kiss the side of your ankle before going to the other one.

As he did the same to your left foot he hadn’t notice your phone recording him as he looked back and saw you recording a tiktok through the mirror behind you. “Enjoying showing me off?”

You giggled pulling your foot away once he was done he placed your foot on the ground and stood back up, you placed your phone in your purse and turned around to place it on the bed putting in your lip-gloss & power in your bag.

As you put the rest of your items in your bag you felt Jude’s hands slip around your waist pulling you closer towards his body, you hadn’t thought anything of it until you felt something firm against your ass.

“Is that what I think it is?” You turned around to face him looking into his brown eyes which was filled lust & affection. He took your hand and tried to place it on his hard-on. Just for you to pull away.

“Uh huh, We’re going to this dinner Mr.” You pulled away and walked away towards the hallway with Jude jogging right behind you

“Can we at-least leave halfway?” He asked stopping you by grabbing onto your hand intertwining your fingers with his. “Maybe.”

“God you drive me absolutely insane baby.”

LIONEL MESSI — shopping spree!

“Sweetheart are you done yet?” Leo asked from outside the dressing room where you were currently trying on your 7th dress from the store.

You had asked to spend the day with him & when he decided to go to a shopping centre you knew were going to walk out of their a few thousand dollars poorer.

Lionel loved spending money on you as he saw how happy you looked dressing up for different events you both attended like dates, galas, award shows, games & everything else between the lines.

“Yeah I just need help with the zipper!” You opened the door of the change room and came out a in a tight black dress decorated in gold chains, you fell in-love with the dress the moment you saw lily were it the MET GALA & Leo just had to get it for you.

As you spun looking at yourself in mirror enjoying the dress Leo couldn’t help but stare at you in awe almost dropping all the shopping bags in his hands along with the other dressed over his shoulder. “God you look—”

“Stunning? Sexy? I know. All thanks to you baby. And my parents of course.” You walked towards him pulling him in for a long passionate kiss, you pulled away with a thin line of saliva connecting you two.

You looked around to see if any of the workers were around before pulling him in once again kissing him deeply as you pushed your tongue between his lips. His teammates and friends had always teased him for being pussy whipped & a simp for you.

He had always denied it thinking he was just treating you the way a boyfriend with his status & fame should but whenever you pulled him in for a kiss the way you just did he knew they were right.

“Leo baby you dropped my bags.” You whispered as you pulled away just enough for your lips to not be touching, you pulled away snickering at him before entering the change room once again to try on another dress

“Last one okay baby!” You shouted as you threw the dress over the door onto Leo’s head, he placed the bags and dresses onto the couch he was sitting and sat up sneaking into the change room along with you.

“Leo what are you—!” He slammed the door shut and pulled your body closer towards him, you just took off the previous dress so you were still in your undergarments.

“You cant be in here! What if an employee see you?” You panicked unaware of him unhooking your lacy bra as he kissed your neck hands rubbing down your waist all the way to your hips.

“It’s okay, I’ll be fast.” He whispered pulling off your bra covering your breasts with his hands as he stared at you in the mirror. “You’re too much!” You laughed turning around to face your boyfriend.

The moment you turned around he spun you back around so you could see yourself in the mirror. “You can milk me of every penny I own I don’t care, please just let me fuck you right now. I need it so badly you don’t even know.”

NOTE: i’m so sorry my tumblr is acting up rn idk if it’s showing on the tags or anything hopefully it’ll fix itself in a few! 🤍

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httpsdana · 1 month

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Hey! Have you thought about writing for hector fort.

Him and his girlfriend are cuddeling and she starts tracing his tattoo. Just a cute moment with him enjoying the feeling. You could make them talk about their future together or something.

Feel free to ignore!

Tattoos~Hector Fort

*GIF isn't mine. credits to the owner*

I decided to write this hector fic then start with the series. I got a few ideas but I'm still not sure who it will be about. enjoy this <3

@hectorth wrote something similar before me go check it out too 🫶🏻🫶🏻

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Hector had a day off before going back to training, so he took this as a chance to sleep in while settling in the arms of his girlfriend. However, she had other plans. She was an early bird, waking up by 8 in the morning. If she tried to move, Hector would wake up, and that's the last thing she wanted to do.

She turned in Hector's arms, resting his head on her chest and an arm draped over her waist. Sitting there for a few moments she got bored quickly. If she tries to reach over to her phone Hector will wake up.

Subconsciously, her fingers started tracing the tattoo which she adored oh so much on Hector's arm. Her fingertips moving softly on the ink on his skin. The small gesture made Hector stir a bit in his sleep. She didn't stop though. Her fingertips kept dancing on his skin until he opened his eyes and looked up at her.

"mhm buenos dias amor" he mumbled, his voice deep from the slumber he woke up from

"good morning baby" she said back, pressing a small kiss in his curls.

"how long have you been awake, why didn't you wake me up?" he asked her, sitting up a bit.

"you needed this sleep I didn't wanna disturb" she ran one hand through his curls, the other one still on his tattoos

"don't be silly, wake me up next time" he said, resting his head back on her chest

"you know I'm gonna add a tattoo for you" he said. y/n smiled and looked down at hi

"will you?" she asked, failing to hide her huge smile

"of course, and when we have kids I'll add a tattoo for them too" he looked up at her with a smile

she slapped his head gently in a joking manner, trying to hide her blushed cheeks. He chuckled softly at her actions

"I see you already planned our future have you?" she asked with sarcasm, a smile still on her face

'of course, I even planned the names of our kids, and the wedding and our house. don't worry everything is planned out" he said

y/n laughed and shook her head at him.

"tell me your plans" she urged him to speak

"well first of all if we have a girl she'll be called Lucia Alexia Fort. how does that sound?" he looked up, an excited smile on his face. Her heart melted and the joy and excitement on his face. She leaned down and pecked his lips a few times

"I like it, Lucia is such a cute name, why Alexia though?" she asked

"well just because she's a girl doesn't mean she's not gonna be playing football. Alexia just a motivation for her to be like Alexia Putellas" he said. y/n pouted at his explanation, realizing how lucky she got with her boyfriend

"aww you're so cute...I assume the boy's middle name will be Lionel right?" she asked, Hector sat up immediately and nodded his head

"yes! I'm not sure about the first name but Lionel is definitely there" he said, a wide smile spread on his face

y/n sat there, admiring how passionately Hector spoke about their future together. He kept talking about their wedding and house, while she admired every single feature in his face

"i love you" she interrupted him, making him raise his eyebrows, blood rushing into his cheeks. He dropped down on her chest, hiding his red face from her. She giggled softly, kissing the top of his head

"i love you too" he mumbled into her chest, refusing to look up at her

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peaky-shelby · 1 year

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New Romantics | Mbappé [4]

» summary: in which an arrogant and talented football player (the best of his time as some say) and a focused and harsh critic of a journalist are gonna have to find a way to co-exist.

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I was scared of pretty girls and starting conversations...

FRENCH BAR - NIGHT

“They are always using the same starting 11” she drew on the napkin, the paper getting slightly torn apart as she’d write on it. She had a made a sketch of what looked like a small field and drew 22 small circles on it, 11 on either side, representing each team. Then over the circles she’d write the names of the players. “That makes it easy to know how the game will play out.”

She was in the middle, sitting in between Ektike, Ramos, Burnet, Neymar, Hakimi and Kylian. Everyone was looking at her sketches, especially Ektike who was sitting next to her. Kylian was sometimes glancing at it but he was trying to look like he didn’t care much about what she had to say. “They are weak at defending their set pieces-“ she made an arrow from on circle to another “which allows you guys to move freely on the field-“

“But they foul a lot. And they foul hard.” Jumped in Neymar who was sitting on her other side. He pointed at one of the circles “He’s ruthless.”

“So, use that in your favor. They have a habit of fouling on dangerous areas.” She explained. “That alone creates a lot of chances for you.”

“You expect us to stay there and let ourselves get fouled then?” asked Kylian, leaning forward on the table. He was testing her. Hakimi was observing, expecting another round of comebacks and insults to begin.

“I expect you to be smart. If they want to be reckless and stupid and foul you right outside of the box then that’s on them” she smiled “it’s what I did to Verratti today. He could have chosen to pull back, pass the ball over to his teammate but he wanted to go against me so instead his chose to kick the ball on his right leg- he didn’t calculate his injury. Reckless and stupid.”

Kylian didn’t answer but he kept his eyes on her as the rest of the boys continued to listen to her pointers. She turned the napkin the other way, writing down all the weaknesses she had supposedly journal through the season about ANGERS and their approach. Most of the boys seemed to humor her, even agree with her. That’s when he realized two things. First was that she and her boss hadn’t analyze only his career down to the tiniest of detail but she was like a hard disk. She knew the stats of all the players, ready to answer with numbers at any question. How had she memorized all that information without burning her brain cells? Second thing was that the girl had written and sketched out the strategy for an entire match on a napkin. A freaking napkin that someone would come and throw away. It didn’t surprise him anymore that JW had sent her in Paris instead of coming himself. He started seeing her true potential, the reason Marcos and Galtier trusted her as much as they did and he was even more intimidated by it. So, he kept his mouth shut and casually observed the way she was slowly adapting around the members of the team. Even Ektike had began taking a liking at her and Ramos was more friendly than the others.

“You don’t have a favorite player?” Neymar stretched his hand behind her on the booth, leaning closer. Kylian watched them getting closer from the corner of his eye. Taylor put her hand on his face to push him away from her personal space.

“Hoping to hear your name junior?” The boys laughed. Neymar admitted defeat and pulled back. “I don’t because my job is to not be biased.”

“JW taught you that?” Asked Burnet. She got nervous at the question and nodded quickly.

“Yes. That and everything I know.” She motioned at the napkin. Kylian caught her expression changing like she was anxious about something all of a sudden.

“Looks to me like you know a little more than him” Hakimi said while snatching some chips from the middle of the table. Kylian gave him the side eye, was he warming up to her as well? “I mean you’re basically a walking Wikipedia. Does he even pay you enough for what you do?”

She laughed to hide her anxiety. No one else was laughing though, so she choked it, coughing to regain her composure. “Um... he’s- I wouldn’t be half of what I am without him.” In a way it was true. JW was someone she used to be, someone that wasn’t fainting after the first half and that could get brutal if she wanted to. JW was who she would have been if she hadn’t been cursed by life.

“Does he even play ball the way you do?” Ramos asked. She scoffed again, looking away, avoiding making eye contact with any of them.

“He’s a great player. Better than me.” She answered, keeping her voice steady. She looked up, her eyes finding Ramos “He’s… he used to play professionally, like you. He was a great talent.” She smiled weakly “but life happened and unfortunately, he had to let go of the sport. So, he tried to find a different way to be involved.”

“A very annoying way.” Said Ektike, drinking his beer. They started laughing again, complaining about the articles that JW had written about then in the past. Kylian didn’t, which his own friend, Hakimi, thought was very weird of him. When everyone else was occupied paying the bills or trying to at least because Ramos wasn’t gonna let Taylor pay for her drinks, Hakimi leaned closer to Kylian who was focused on his beer bottle. He kept scratching on the label, taking the sticker out.

“You know, You’re the one that invited her.” He told him, low enough so only he would hear. Kylian raised his eyes, he glanced at Hakimi and then at the girl who was getting up, getting ready to leave. He never answered to his friend’s comment. He got up as well, wearing his jacket, he neared Taylor, his hand touching the small of her back. She flinched at the contact, turning to face him and he pulled his hand away quickly, instantly regretting touching her. She examined him, suspiciously. He slipped his hands in his pockets, clearing his throat.

“You need a ride?” he asked but his tone was cold despite the offer like he wanted her to refuse.

“Ramos already offered” she answered. A sudden relief washed over him but at the same time… regret?

“Actually-“ Ramos was looking at the GPS on his phone, tracking the way to her house “Ky’s house is on the way to yours. I’d have to go out of my way.” He explained “maybe its best.”

Kylian looked down at her, accepting his fate. She seemed to accept it as well, nodding. After everyone said their goodbyes, Kylian and her made their way to his car. She felt weird just by sitting on the passenger seat. It was an expensive car, just like the bar she had spent the last couple of hours in. She wasn’t used to that, she never made big money from football, never had this sort of life and it began to dawn on her how her life was changing. Hanging around millionaires and basically celebrities. More than 10 people had come up to their table tonight, asking for autographs and pictures, especially from Kylian. The same Kylian that was now driving her to her apartment and who had deliberately turned the music on the radio so he wouldn’t have to talk to her. Every time she thought that he was warming up to her, he would shut her out in seconds like he was blaming her for all his insecurities. She tried to find a subject, something that had nothing to do with football, maybe about Ann. But she stopped herself before she said anything, every time. She didn’t try to make a conversation, she didn’t want to have another fight with him, she was too tired for that and no matter their relationship he was still driving her home. That was decent of him. Although she did wish he’d let her learn more about that side of him, instead of always getting so mean and abrupt.

Kylian was thinking the same in a sort of way. He wanted to make conversation, he wanted to follow the plan that he had set with Verratti and get close to her but he didn’t know how. He couldn’t stop himself from getting defensive around her, especially when they were talking about football. So, silence settled around them, an uncomfortable kind of silence that not even the radio could make better.

He stopped at a red light. His eyes scanning the roads and the stores on the sidewalks. That’s when he saw a pet shop, he looked away quickly but the idea had already gotten in his head. He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, thinking about it. He looked at her, she had no idea. She was staring out her window but she hadn’t seen it. He smiled, why was he smiling? He forced his features to get serious. He failed, after a few seconds he was smiling again. He looked at the store, biting is lip as the idea in his head was getting louder. When the light turned green, he started the engine and drove, stopping in front of the store. The sudden stop made her worried, she gave him a weary look while he was unbuckling his belt. He nodded at the store behind her, signaling her to look. She did but she glanced back at him just as quick, still confused.

“Promised I’d get you food, right?” he explained and got out of the car before she could stop him. She laughed at his actions in disbelief. She observed as he entered the store, taking out his wallet, picking out a bag with cat food and giving it to the cashier, then he paid and picked it up again. Coming out and back to her. He entered the car, sitting next to her and handed her the bag. All she could manage to do was stare at him, her mouth open in shock as she held the bag in her hands. She kept glancing back and forth at him and the cat food. Her scoffs turned to chuckles, the corners of his mouth turned up when he heard her laughing like that and he started the car again.

She drew her lower lip between her teeth, shaking her head. “You’re unbelievable.” She leaned back on her seat and he laughed. He glanced quickly at her, then back at the street. “Is this some sort of peace offering?”

He pouted his lips, his hand falling on the side as he thought about it. “Is it working?”

“I mean it would have gone terribly wrong if Luna wasn’t actually a cat-“ she tried but he started laughing before she even finished the sentence.

“Somehow I never feared that-“

She smacked him on the shoulder. The way she’d smack her friends. He pretended to be hurt by the contact, pulling away from her. Silence returned to the car after a few more giggles but this time it was sweeter, it was easy. She gazed at the streets of Paris, she was slowly accepting that this would eventually be her new home and the guy sitting next to her was her co-worker, someone she’d spent hours on end with.

“I don’t hate you; you know?” he said and she wished she had recorded it. At first, she thought that she heard wrong and she wanted him to say it again but then he said something that sounded more like him “I really don’t like your boss-“ She sneered, looking away. The irony was too much for her but she didn’t say anything. “But I think you’re smart… sometimes.”

She scrunched up her face, almost smiling “Good to know”

He stopped the car as they reached her apartment building.

“Thank you for the ride and you know… not driving me off a cliff” she said, earning another laugh from his.

“Thank you for not poising my drink, even though I’d deserve it.”

“Truth is I tried, Hakimi just stopped me multiple times.”

That cracked him up, he leaned his body forwards as his chest vibrated with laughter. She laughed along with him. They had to take a few deep breaths before they both managed to collect themselves. They would still let out small laughs, that were coming out as whispers, unable to hold back their smiles. He turned his head to face her, his eyes falling on her. He noticed she had a tiny mark of a scar just over her eyebrow. He noticed small things about the side of her face, her sharp cheekbones, her lines. He looked away when she gazed at him, he didn’t want her to know he had been staring. She reached for his shoulder, a move he didn’t expect but he looked at her tiny palm on his board shoulder before connecting his eyes with hers.

“Can I give you an advice without you lashing out at me?”

He thought about it but eventually nodded.

“Be more of yourself on the field. Don’t let insecurities take over you. You don’t have to prove you’re great, we already know you are. You just have to play.” She raised the bag he bought for her and smiled “thanks again” she said and exited the car.

But the secret is still my own. And my love for you is still unknown

TAYLOR'S APARTMENT - NIGHT

She ran upstairs to her apartment, the cat coming and curling at her feet the minute she got inside the small apartment. Taylor smiled down and knelt to pet her, rubbing he ear as she poured in her palm “Got you a surprise.” She sang and shook the bag in front of the little kitten. She put a handful of the food on the cat’s bowl and saved the rest on the cupboard under the sink. She had a shower, washed her face and drank her pills. She poured herself a bowl of cereal and sat on her bed, eating them while staring threateningly on her computer screen. She had opened a blank page, a blank page that she was supposed fill. She started multiple sentences after setting down her ball on the nightstand but she kept erasing them. Starting over again and again and again. She tried to use music to get her mind working, listening to Jennifer Owens. The song “Alone” played on the background, and she started tapping on the keyboard, hoping to get her inspiration flowing but it was worthless. It was like she couldn’t gather her thoughts on one paragraph. She didn’t even know where to begin. Was she supposed to write about today’s training game? Talk about her encounter with the young fan? She just stared on the blank box, waiting for an article to write it’s self. Time would pass and the page would remain empty. Why was she struggling so much? She huffed and laid her head back on the pillow, rubbing her eyes together. Luna crawled up in bed and up to her chest. Pouring in between her chest, taylor uncovered her eyes to see the cat and pouted.

“I think I’m in trouble.” She admitted but the only thing the cat did was lean closer and down to her neck, closing her eyes and sleeping on her skin. She petted the cat, her fingers diving in her black fur. She smiled. “Yeah, you don’t care, do you? Of course, you don’t. you’re just a cat.” She laughed, remembering her discourse with Kylian. She could feel her cheeks burning up, turning red but she waved him off her mind and got up to start writing while everyone else in Paris was asleep, the way lonely people do.

KYLIAN'S HOUSE / BEDROOM - NIGHT

Kylian on the other side of Paris, in a whole different apartment, wide and modern, he sat on the edge of his bed. The view from his window was beautiful, the city lights, the streets, the houses, everything seemed so small from where he was. Even the Eiffel Tower looked small in the distance. He kept replaying the last thing she told him on his head. Surprised at himself that he never responded to her. He laid backwards, closing his eyes. His phone buzzed and the screen lit up next to him on the mattress, showing his father’s face appearing on his screen. He picked it up.

“Oui papa?”

“Kylian, es-tu prêt pour demain?” [are you ready for tomorrow?]

Kylian closed his eyes, his expression saddening. What happened to asking people if they were ok when calling. “Oui.” He answered.

“Tu t'es suffisamment entraîné?” [did you train enough?]

He sighed, moving the phone away from his ear while his father went on and on about every single thing he did wrong on the last match and how he should avoid doing the same mistakes again. A part of him wanted to hang up. Maybe even throw the phone out of the window “Kylian? Kylian? Tu m'écoutes?” Kylian moved the phone back to his ear, his eyes remaining closed.

“Oui, papa. Mais je suis très fatigué. Nous parlerons demain, d'accord?... Oui, moi aussi, Pa. Bonne Nuit.” He threw the phone across the mattress the minute his father hanged up. The usual silence filled the room, the silence of lonely people. He covered his face with his hands, dragging them across his face and he fell asleep after a while his body giving in that silence and the soft mattress. He fell asleep with his clothes, with his worries on the back of his head, with her laugh echoing in his mind and his father’s pointers. You know, the way that lonely people do.

They both woke up at the same time by their alarms, in different bed and different rooms. Taylor had fallen asleep with her computer on her chest and when she woke up, she already had a headache. Kylian woke up in the same clothes, with a slight neck pain because he never moved to lay his head on the pillow. No matter the differences and the miles away from each other, each in their bedroom as they opened their eyes the same words slipped out of their lips “It’s game day.”

Taylor jumped out of her bed, the cat getting scared and tangled in the sheets, the computer almost falling on the ground before she dropped herself and reached her hand to stop it from crashing “oh my god” she mouthed to herself and put the computer back on the bed. She ran around her small apartment, bumping on the walls and stuff that she had left on the floor. It was a messy apartment to say the least. in the bathroom, washing her face and her teeth and then went to her kitchen to make coffee. While the coffee was brewing and her the bread was getting toasted, she grabbed her jeans, putting them on quickly and stumbling, falling on the ground. She got up fast, looking in her closet for a shirt. “What am I supposed to wear-“ her phone began ringing. That’s when she realized it was under the sheets so she started throwing them around, looking under them in panic until she found it under her pillow “Yes?” she answered. “Yes, coach I’m on my way.” She reassured him. From the corner of her eye, she caught her cat getting near the Kettle, smelling it. She tried to keep her composure until Galtier hanged up, her eyes opening wide and she ran to pull the cut away from the burning machine “You’re gonna burn your mustache!” she yelled. The cat meowed, asking for food. She leaned her forehead on the cat, shaking her head. “What’s the worst thing that can happen right?” Luna meowed again.

Kylian’s morning was calmer. He moved around his large apartment slowly, from his bathroom to his kitchen. Everything was on their rightful place; the floors were clean and the white color on the walls and the minimalist decorations were a huge contrast to Taylor’s space. He sat on the table, slowly sipping on his coffee. The slight domestic sounds were the only thing you could hear. He’d scroll on his phone, see a couple of tweets, like pictures on Instagram, answer a few messages. He was calm, used to these mornings. The calm before the storm he called them.

TRAINING CAMPUS / OFFICES – DAY

Taylor rushed up to Galtier’s office, holding all her folders and her papers in her arms and her laptop hanging on it��s bag from her shoulder. When she came in Galtier was on the phone so she looked around awkwardly, wondering if she could leave the folders on the chair or the table. She slowly tried to place them on his desk before the fell over but Galtier stood up, yelling on his phone, which scared her and she pulled back quickly, tripping and falling on the chair behind her, hugging the papers so they wouldn’t fall off her hands. She pretended like she actually meant to sit down, trying to look composed. Galtier threw his phone on the table when he hanged up, cursing in friends. He sat back down like nothing had just happened and looked at her. It took her a while before she got the memo and placed all the papers on his desk.

“These are from yesterday’s conference with ANGERS. I tried to gather everything they said in a couple of pages-“ she handed him two papers. He took them, scanning them back and forth but he wasn’t reading them. “They are certainly trying to provoke but I think it’s because they are scared. They have the same starting 11 as we expected-“

“Were you at the conference?” he asked, looking at her. Her shut in a tight line, she thought about his question, then started shaking her head slowly.

“No sir. I got the interviews online.”

“I want you to be on every conference from now on.”

She nodded “Yes sir.”

“What else do you have for me?”

“I made up my suggestion for the starting 11.” She slipped a paper towards him “An analysis of the approach I think we should follow-“

“You’re nervous.” She stopped, her eyes getting bigger. She didn’t respond. “I can promise you the boys are more nervous than you are. If you wanna do this job you have to learn to be brutal not just on paper but on the field as well. You can’t be looking like you’re going to throw up.”

She gulped, tried to calm her features and her expression to look calmer “I’m sorry sir. It’s just the nerves of the first match.”

“The players will get here at 5, the bus will leave at 6 so we can be on the stadium by 7. I expect you to have gotten your nerves under control until then.” He said and waved for her to get out of the office. She wanted to crawl and hide in a hole. Instead she jut founded the nearest corner and leaned her body against the wall, closing her eyes.

“What am I doing?” she whispered to herself, rubbing her eyes. She looked at her clock, realizing she only had a few hours to finish her pregame article. She went to the kitchen, opening the laptop and began writing. Pregame articles on her website were one of her favorite things to do, she’d write about where she saw the game going and making her predictions. She started writing a sentence about her low belief in Kylian, how she hoped that he would finally get back to the great player he was before the world cup but began feeling this regret in her chest. Like she was doing something wrong. And she didn’t feel that only for Kylian but for all the boys she had grown close to in the last couple of days. She read the whole article ones; she wasn’t happy with it. She wasn’t as harsh with the boys as she should have. Why had she let herself get as close to them? a few seconds later Neymar and Hakimi came in.

“Ola Princessa” called Neymar when he saw her and walked over to her, leaning on the table to peck her kiss in a teasing and flirtatious way. She pulled back quickly. He frowned at her reaction but didn’t say anything. He went to the fridge to get himself a water bottle. Hakimi sat next to her while she tried to keep her distance from him.

“What are you writing?” She closed the top of her computer before he got a glimpse of her writing. Hakimi raised his eyebrows. “All good?”

“Perfect.” She answered and got up, getting her computer with her. She headed for the exit of the kitchen when she bumped on Kylian who was walking in at the same moment. He reached for her arms to stop her before the crashed on each other.

“Careful where you going, can you?” She looked up at him. Ignored his comment and walked past him “Your boss won’t post his pregame predictions?” she stopped on her tracks, grasping on the computer “I was excited-“ Kylian got an apple from the basket taking a bite. “Stayed up to read it last night.”

She turned her body to face him, forcing a smile on her lips “he’d tell you it’s very unprofessional to stay up late before a match. I truly hope it doesn’t influence your playing.” His face fell, he kept the apple in between his teeth while glaring at her. She gave him another smile, turned back on her way. He finally bit on his apple swallowing the piece aggressively.

“What did you do?” Asked Hakimi, standing next to his friend.

“Nothing!” Kylian defended “I even bought her cat food” Hakimi’s eyebrows drew together and Kylian was quick to explain “she actually has a cat- it wasn’t for her. I wasn’t trying to be an asshole.”

On the ride to the stadium Taylor was sitting alone at the front, while the boys were basically throwing a party on the back. She could feel Galtier’s eyes on her, studying her. It was making her skin itch. She still hadn’t posted that article. Before the game the team gathered on the locker room, Galtier was in the middle making on of his speeches and motivating the team. She was standing by the door, arms crossed on her chest as she listened. Kylian gazed at her while she wasn’t looking, he got so carried away at some point he stopped listening to Galtier, he was just watching her. When the motivational speech was over, she left them to get dressed.

“Do you have a spare bottle?” asked Hakimi, looking inside Kylian’s bag.

“Yeah-“

“Dude what is this?” Hakimi pulled out a napkin. It was the napkin Taylor had made her notes on. Kylian grabbed it and threw it back on his bad, picking out a water bottle for his friend and zipping the bag closed. Hakimi laughed and grinned at his friend but didn’t say anything.

Taylor sat on the benches watching at her team. Her team. God that sounded weird but they were in a way, weren’t they? The game started, figures running and chasing a ball or chasing each other. She wanted to run in there and help the team as well. When she saw Neymar shooting an awful pass at Burnet she yelled and jumped up from the benches.

“HEY! LOOK WHERE YOU ARE SHOOTING JUNIOR”.

Galtier looked at her outburst and she was expecting him to tell her to shut up but he smiled. That made her feel better. Ektike scored at the first 10 minutes, giving them a head start. She jumped in excitement and threw herself on Galtier. Galtier remained still and she pulled back quick, looking away. She was starting to get really into the game and she wanted to yell even more but she had to hold herself, reminding herself that the team still saw her as just a journalist. It was when she started giving pointers at Marquinhos that Messi gave her a confused look, watching her from the other side of the field. She realized she was getting out of control so she sat back down and put her hand over her mouth. Then she saw him. He was running with the ball in his feet, kicking it towards the opponents, he was going to score. She leaned forward in excitement, ready to jump and celebrate until he was tackled on his ankle, twisting it and tumbling on the grass right outside the penalty area. She got up rushing as close as she could get, her feet almost crossing the white line. She tried to see him but he was crowded by the rest of the team and the medics. Meanwhile Marquinhos was discussing with referee, arguing about whether it was a penalty or not. Half the stadium was yelling yes and the other half was yelling no. Her eyes were stuck on the man in yellow, waiting to see him signaling and whistling in favor of her team but-

“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?” She yelled when the penalty was denied “THAT WAS CLEARLY ON THE AREA”. She made a step forward and was pulled back immediately by Ramos. Who wrapped her arms around her and basically picked her up to keep her out of the field.

“You don’t wanna do that chipmunk-“ he warned. Marquinhos and Messi were still arguing with the referee. She could feel her blood boiling- she took a deep angry breath, her entire face pouting. She walked back at the bench, biting on nails. Kylian was escorted out of the field for his injury. She didn’t go up to talk to him but she saw him with his father. Like his dad was reprehending him and he had this look in his eyes, like he was giving up. She felt heart getting heavy on the sight. She looked away.

At some point during the final minutes another foul happened, this time at Neymar and close to her side of the field. But the opponents were never given a card, this time she didn’t hold herself, stepping forward over the line and yelling-

“FUCKING PAID IDIOT OF A REFEREE-“

The man in yellow turned to look at her confused and offended. “Excuse me?” he questioned.

“Two wild fouls and you do nothing about it-“

“Settle your tone young lady-“ oh no he didn’t-

Ramos was now next to Taylor, standing in between her and the referee “Taylor get back” he warned.

But taylor looked over his shoulder on her tip toes and pointed at the referees. Things got quickly out of hand “DON’T YOU FUCKING TELL ME WHAT TO DO WITH MY TONE YOU PIECE OF SHIT-“

Kylian saw the chaos unfolding before his eyes. He got up and along with the rest of the team got near her, swarming around her like ants. Half of them were trying to reason with the referee while the other half was pulling her back. But she would slap their hands off and kick her legs to be let go while she cursed and yelled. Kylian squeezed himself in between the other, trying to hold her arm because he knew what was coming and sure enough a moment later the referee raised a yellow card at her for her attitude and creating trouble in the middle of the game.

“WHY DON’T YOU TAKE THAT CARD AND SHOVE IT UP YOUR-“

“WILOCK ENOUGH!” Galtier yelled. She stopped immediately. The referee glared at her while walking backwards to get back on the middle of the field. Her eyes burned with anger while all the players returned to their position. When everyone was gone Kylian tried to get close, he reached for her arm, she slapped it off so he raised his hands up in surrender. He wanted to laugh. She looked like a little girl who had just been stolen her favorite doll, it took his mind off the chaos in his mind. The regret of getting injured and the anger. She turned her back on him and walked back on the benches sitting as far away from him as she could. She put her elbows on her legs, balanced her face on her hands and puffed.

He tilted his head, taking a note of how her cheeks and nose got red when she was angry and how messy her hair was now. Her lips shaped in a angry pout. She looked… cute.

This house no longer feels like home.

STADIUM LOCKER ROOMS - NIGHT

Despite the incident with the referee the team won and they all celebrated in the locker room. Hugging and cheering for each other. Everyone commented about Taylor’s outburst, laughing at her.

“Thought we had a second coach there for a while.” Messi said while she was pouring herself another glass of champagne. Taylor gazed up to his, her mouth slightly opening. She wanted to tell him the truth.

“Would you like that? A woman as a coach?”

Messi laughed. She immediately regretted her question but then “Greatest coach I had in life was my mother. Why not?” he smiled at her, poking her shoulder and walking away. She thought about what he said, getting some encouragement. She let down the champagne bottle and turned around. Marquinhos had been standing behind her, a smile on his face. She felt embarrassed. He game and sat next to her both leaning on the edge of the table behind them while the watched at the rest of team. They didn’t say anything for a while, she wasn’t sure if she should apologize or not.

“That was ballsy” he suddenly said and she looked up at him.

“You think I’m gonna be in trouble with Galtier?”

“No… I’ll talk to him.” She nodded, drank from her glass. “You’re already prepared to go to war for them. That’s good.”

“That or I just hate paid referees.” He laughed, his chest vibrating. “Possibly both.”

“They’re gonna warm up to you if you keep going like that.” He said “It’s a matter of time before they trust you. Even the cynics. Just remember your job is not just to go war for them or… push them to their limit in order for them to give you, their best. Galtier can do that…” His eyes fell on her and she looked in his “Sometimes you just gotta be there for them”

She studied around the room, counting her soldiers. There were two missing, the broken one and his loyal friend. Kylian and Hakimi.

STADIUM ROOF TOP – NIGHT

Kylian stood by the marble walls, leaning on them. He watched down at the now empty streets. A few hours ago, crowds were yelling for his team, now they were all gone. He looked at the sky and stars, while the chilling air hit his face. He never went downstairs with the rest of team to celebrate, he and Hakimi stayed on the rooftop and Hakimi had just left. So, he was alone. He liked it that way, he could run the game through on his mind, all the things he missed and did wrong. He glanced back when he heard the door opening, that’s when he saw her, dressed in a jersey and her jeans. He rolled his eyes and looked back at the sky “You’ll freeze to death.”

“Didn’t think you’d mind” she said, cuddling herself and rubbing her arms.

“you’re right I don’t.”

She ignored his comment “why don’t you come downstairs? We are gonna head back in a little while.”

“I’m fine up here.”

“You don’t wanna celebrate?” she went closer, standing next to him but he kept his eyes on the empty streets.

“Got nothing to celebrate.”

“Our team just won-“

“Our?” he asked, almost laughing “since when is it our team Ms. I don’t want to be biased-“

“That’s not fair. You know what I mean.”

“No, I don’t and frankly I don’t care. Half the reason I played shit today was you-“

“Excuse me?”

He motioned his hands, annoyed at her “you suggested we let ourselves get fouled in dangerous areas-“

“You have to be joking-“ she raised her voice.

“Why don’t you go tell your boss about that before he writes his next goddamn article-“

“What is wrong with you?” she yelled. Her body warming up just by the frustration “I’m reaching out for you- I’m trying to help and every time I think I’m getting somewhere you turn into a dick-”

“You bring it out to me, what can I do.” He shot back, his face holding a dark expression. She let out a bitter breath and decided to turn her back on him, heading towards the door then she stopped. No, she thought, he wasn’t getting away with this.

“You know the issue with you is that you choose to be an asshole. You could be a good person but you choose to limit yourself to other people’s opinions time after time after time- what happened to you?” she cried but he didn’t turn to face her, despite her tone. He bit on the inside of his cheek while she spoke, holding his hands in tight fists to control his anger “You played against 11 men by yourself. You played against Argentina by yourself while the rest of your team was sipping tea and looking at the weather-“

“Don’t talk about my team like that-“ he growled

“I’ll talk about them any way I want because it is the truth.” She got closer “you were by yourself in that game and You scored three goals in one fucking game-“

“Two of which were penalties as your boss and everyone else loves to point out-“ he yelled back, turning to face her and waving his hand “so don’t you fucking give me that speech because even that wasn’t enough to satisfy him- or them” she stepped back while he got closer, not because she was scared but because she was worried, he’d stop talking If went close enough and she really wanted him to keep talking. “I could score 5 goals against Messi himself and it still wouldn’t be enough no matter what I do. It’s never perfect and it’s the same thing over and over again ever since I got back from Qatar- the same articles, the same headlines, the same struggle to live up their expectations.” It seemed he had gotten everything out of his chest. She could guess who ‘they’ was and she knew one of them was probably his own father, who had coached him for most of his life. She caught herself feeling sorry for him, she caught herself wanting to hug him but she chose to stand still. Say nothing. Do nothing and she studied his face while his facial expression was turning from angry to regretful. Regret for telling her all these things. She didn’t know how long they had been staring at each other but she started trembling, shaking from the cold.

He noticed it.

“Get inside before you turn to ice.” He said, trying to look and sound like he didn’t care at all and turned his back on her again. Leaning on the marbles just like he had before, grasping his hands together, expecting her to leave. He didn’t even sense her getting closer, not until she placed her hand on his. Her cold, small hand on his. His eyes shot up to find hers immediately. Her eyes reflecting his sorrow, he thought there was more in them, hidden emotions and words that she wouldn’t say but perhaps it was all in his mind.

“Humans they do that. They see someone better than them, someone they fear and they try to humanize him by setting him up with impossible expectations. They did it to gods and they do it each other. It’s not about you, it’s about them.” Her hand gripped tighter on his just for a few seconds and he could feel it trembling against his skin, searching for warmth, just as she went to pull away, he looked down and put his other hand above hers, rubbing it to give it some warmth. When he gazed up at her face again her rosy lips had began to lose their color. He pulled away and unzipped his jacket, putting over her and her exposed arms, she tried to shake it off but he didn’t care.

He fixed the collar, her eyes studying him while he made sure she was appropriately covered by the cold and meeting his when he lowered his head. And then… silence. Stillness. Warmth. His hands settled on her shoulders while they stared in each other’s eyes. An unfamiliar itch on her throat. An unfamiliar feeling on his chest or maybe all too familiar.

“Go inside” he whispered. “don’t want you freezing to death before the next game.” He paused, she thought he was going to say something nice “seeing you getting a yellow card was really satisfying- “

She cracked up, laughing and he forced a kind smile on his lips. “I knew you’d enjoy that.” She said and his hands fell from her shoulders on her arms, rubbing them for a few seconds before he moved away from her. “If you stay here, you’ll freeze.”

“I’ll be down in a second.” He reassured her and she nodded. She went to take off his jacket but he raised his hand “You’ll give it to me downstairs.” He said and she smiled but she didn’t move. He scoffed, shaking his head “you wanna say something what is it? Another advice?”

“it’s my best one yet. Works on everyone.” She reached for his arm, giving it a squish “go on vacation before you drive yourself insane.” He laughed and she gave him one last nod before she walked away, getting inside the warm building. He returned to his previous position admiring the stars but his mind kept wandering back to her. He heard the door opening and he thought it was her again, a smile appearing on his lips which quickly faded away when he saw Verratti standing in front of him.

“How’s it going? Is the plan working?”

He wasn’t sure what he meant at first, then he remembered. He closed his eyes and nodded quickly “yeah bro, I’m getting close.”

“for a while I thought you started taking a liking at her.”

He laughed “no of course not.” Right? "

HE KEPT THE FREAKING NAPKIN 😭😭😭😭😭 so after everyone basically said that they prefer longer chapters i decided to give you what you want and chapters will usually he as long as this one. Especially now that things yk are getting heated. Kylian trying to hide his feelings like PLSSS. Im having so much writing this story and i hope you're all still following and enjoying it as much as mee. Pls pls comment your thoughts and your feedback, it Is always hiiiighly appreciated. I love Youuuu💜💜💜 do you like me adding the songs btw? Or do you think it's too much?

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i9messi · 1 year

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hi :) can u do dating messi headcanons? thank u!

Dating Young Messi

[headcanons]

I feel like at the beginning, Messi would be a little shy to talk to you. He wouldn’t know how to ask you out or what to tell you

So surely you had to take the first step

After so many conversations in which none took the first step, you asked him if he wanted to go out with you on a date

Leo clearly accepted, because there was no way he would had the courage to invite you first

The first date was lovely, he even took special attention to all your favorite things, like the food and the place

He spoke proudly of his family, his football team and his country. Hearing Lionel speak was comfortable and refreshing

He offered to take you home, and of course, being the gentleman he was, he tend to ask you a lot of questions before doing something

"Can I kiss you?"

When both kissed, it was as if everything was clear

Messi did not hesitate to invite you to see him in the next match

Lionel was very nervous and wanted to give his best, so when he saw you among all the people, he filled himself with courage and dedicated his first goal to you

The rest was history

"I think I’m falling in love with you." "You’re in love with me?" "Oh, how could I not be? I can only think of you, I’ve even told my mom about you and even she wants to meet you."

In every game you were there to support him and scream his name, knowing that he was one of the best players of the world and he always will be the best for you

You loved him with all your heart, he was a boyfriend who despite his football career and his busy calendar, always left his agenda open for you

Your dates could range from watching the sunrise from the balcony, to going on a yacht and swimming in the water

The only thing that made you feel bad were those days when Leo had to because of his job and you had to be apart. You both had a hard time staying apart.

"Can I have one more hug before I go?" "Babe, you don’t have to ask, come here..."

When he came back he reminded you how much he loved you, and that you were all he needed

On his return he brought you flowers and some gift that he said reminded him of you

"You're so pretty, I don't deserve you."

Leo bought a camera to take pictures of you, so he could have them when he had to travel

You going with him to events and helping him to put on the tie because he didn't know. Lionel used your moment of concentration to steal kisses

Now that you were a couple, he was no longer as shy as before

Your love language was totally physical and affective

Like sleepy back hugs when the other is busy whipping up breakfast in the kitchen, catching them by surprise

Interlacing your fingers with the other’s when they least expect it

You supported him blindly with his career, being his shoulder to cry when things didn't go as he wanted them

Lionel was 100% honest with you, besides being his girlfriend, you were also the person he trusted and believed the most

He didn't doubt that you were the only one and that he wanted to marry you someday

After a difficult match he would go straight to you, not wanting to do anything but be with you and listen to your voice, he said that your voice bring calm to him

"I just want to relax in your arms."

After dating for a while, there had come a point in your relationship where Lionel wanted to take the next step. He couldn’t wait longer to call you his wife

That man was so in love with you that he couldn’t think of anything else

You wearing his ring? God, he could blush just thinking about it

One day you went to the beach, it was a date that your boyfriend had prepared for a long time and you didn't know. He slowly started to write 'will you marry me' on the sand and when you finally figure out what he was doing you were already emotional

"You’re the only person I want to spend my life with."

You said yes, of course

You loved him so much and he was the man you wanted to spend the rest of your life

Messi being a great husband, someone who made you feel proud and valuable

The man was perfect and his intention was to bring you happiness

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Lionel Messi Headcanon

▫️Pairing: Lionel Messi x Female Reader

▫️Synopsis: Being Married to Lionel Messi

In the early mornings, when cuddled up in bed together, they never just talk, they fill up their morning with light kisses and soft touches, especially from Leo, he’s the epitome of soft.

He definitely has your name tattooed somewhere on his body, somewhere when he’s playing a match and everyone can see that he belongs to you

He’s quiet and a lil bit shy in public but with you at home he is very needy for your affection

When he scores, he likes to dedicate his win to you, blowing kisses, pointing to your name on his body esc..

I feel like after a game, he comes home and just lays on top of you after an exhausting day, he just relishes in your soft touches, you cute forehead kisses and your relaxing vanilla scent he adores so much.

Now lets talk about the sex with this man...

He 100% knows your body better than you do

He can be rough when he wants to be, but most of the time he is a very passionate lover, especially when he goes down on you.

He worships your body, when he’s around you he has to have some sort of physical contact, small kisses, hand holding, his arm wrapped around your waist or shoulders.

Or when he’s feeling a bit possessive he likes grabbing your ass, in private and in public, its one of his favourite features of your body.

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wavypotatochips · 1 year

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Hiii could you write on Lionel Messi as boyfriend?

Birthday Gift | A Lionel Messi Short Story

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Lionel Messi x Female Reader

Word Count : 852

𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: Would you believe me if I told you this was the hardest imagine I've ever written? Hopefully you do not think if its bad c': Thank you so much for requesting!! I Hope you like how I represent your idea ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚!!

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ REQUESTS ARE OPEN, currently covered in college work so as of now uploads MIGHT mainly be on weekends. Thank you for your patience c’: ♥

It's your birthday today and you're waiting anxiously for your boyfriend, Lionel, to come and pick you up for a surprise celebration. You keep looking out the window, trying to catch a glimpse of his car. You're starting to worry that he might have forgotten about your special day.

Just as you're about to give up hope, you hear a car pull up outside. You rush to the door and swing it open to see Lionel standing there with a big grin on his face.

"Feliz cumpleaños mi amor! (Happy birthday, my love)" he exclaims, handing you a bouquet of your favorite flowers.

You smile and hug him tightly, feeling grateful that he remembered your birthday after all. As you step back to admire the flowers, you suddenly hear a soft whimpering sound coming from a small box that was on the ground in front of him.

"What's that noise?" you ask, curious.

"Oh, just a little surprise I have for you," Lionel replies, bending down to grab the box . As he stands up he opens the box, revealing a small, fluffy puppy inside. It has big brown eyes and a wagging tail, and as soon as it saw you, the puppy practically jumped out of the box and into your arms. Your eyes widen as you realize what it is - a golden retriever puppy! You've always wanted a dog, but you never thought Lionel would get you one.

"Oh my gosh, Lionel! ¿Esto es realmente para mí?(is this really for me?)" you ask, feeling overwhelmed with joy. Lionel quickly takes the flowers from your hand as you reach to grab the puppy.

Lionel nods, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Yes, he's all yours. I know how much you've always wanted a dog, so I thought this would be the perfect birthday present."

Once the puppy is in your arms you cuddle him close, feeling his soft fur against your cheek. He's so cute and cuddly, you can hardly stand it.

"I can't believe you did this, Babe!! You're the best!" you exclaim, beaming with happiness.

Lionel chuckles and pulls you into a tight hug, making sure not to squish the puppy, as he is feeling happy to see you so overjoyed. "Cualquier cosa por ti mi amor. Solo quiero verte sonreír. (Anything for you, my love. I just want to see you smile.)"

As you hold the puppy close, you feel a surge of love for Lionel. He's always been there for you, through the good times and the bad. And now, with this adorable little puppy in your arms, you know your life will be even better than you ever imagined.

"Es tan lindo omg!!!! (He's so cute omg!!!)" you exclaim, feeling overwhelmed with joy.

"I know how much you love animals, and I thought this little guy would make the perfect addition to our family," Lionel says, his eyes sparkling with excitement. He smiles to himself, feeling pleased that he had given you something that had brought you such joy. He spent the entire day yesterday mentally exhausted trying to figure out what gift you wanted; in fact, just to be sure, he almost purchased you an entire clothing store.

You rub the side of the golden retriever puppy that is now attacking your face with kisses continuing to laugh, “Okay Okay!” The puppy begins to bark playfully, so you set him down on the floor and he instantly runs away to explore your house. You look up at Lionel, feeling overwhelmed by his love and generosity. "Muchas gracias bebe. ¡Este es el mejor regalo que alguien me ha dado! (Thank you so much, baby. This is the best present anyone has ever given me!,)” You squeal happily, giving him a big hug.

Lionel laughs as he hugs you tightly, looking happy and relieved. "I'm glad you like it. I just want you to be happy, and I thought this little guy would bring a lot of joy into our lives."

You feel grateful for this sweet and caring man who was always there for you. In that moment, you realized just how much you loved him, and how lucky you were to have him in your life.

"I love you so so much," you say, kissing his lips.

Lionel kisses you back, holding you close. "I love you too, my love. Are you ready to go out for dinner? I have a cage in my car I just need to get out so we can put him up while we are gone."

You are about to say something, but you hear the sound of liquid hitting the ground. You widen your eyes realizing the sound is coming from the puppy was peeing somewhere. "Lionel, ¡No lo dejaste salir! (Lionel, Did you not let him out!)" you squeal, yelling at him. Lionel follows you as you quickly ran to where the sound was coming from. "¡Se supone que debes hacer que tu Madre me ame más, no gritarme! (You are supposed to make your Mother love me more, not yell at me !) " Lionel whines at the puppy, causing you to laugh.

Overall as the evening continued, you had a wonderful birthday filled with love, surprises, and a new furry friend. You couldn't have asked for a better way to celebrate your special day with the person you loved most.

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footballerimaginess · 6 months

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Halloween Party

Footballer Imaginess Does Halloween Lionel Messi Hi, can I request a Lionel Messi image where they celebrate their first halloween together and maybe go to a party or do something fun just the two of them. (requested on wattpad) Word Count: 318 You were getting ready for a Halloween party, it had been so long since it was just you and Lionel.

You weren't used to being away from the children, but you couldn't wait to see everyone as it had been so long since you visited Barcelona. "I feel like we should have been dressing up, did anyone say we had to be dressed up or not?" you asked Lionel as he walked through to the venue as he saw lots of people dressed up. "Oh judging by them, maybe" he laughed as you shook your head. Feeling ever so slightly awkward now. "We still look good that's okay though, I am in pink so I can pretend to be Barbie" you smirked. "Not sure what you are though" he laughed. "I come as myself, surely that is good enough" he teased, joking of course. The drinks were flowing as you were meeting up with everyone again, it was just so lovely seeing and catching up with friends you hadn't seen for a while. "I see you dressed up huh? I am sorry I didn't mention it when I saw you" You smirked as the girls came towards you. "I completely forgot, but at least I can say I dressed up as Barbie" smirking away as you left the conversation to find Leo chatting to everyone. "I've missed this" you whispered as you cuddled up to him as tightly as you could as it was really busy in the party. "Me too, feels weird no little ones running around" you nodded against his chest. "I agree, but I do have to admit Halloween isn't my thing" he laughed nervously. "Well good job we don't care for it then, anyway do you want a drink?" you asked as you moved away from him. "Sure" he smiled as you headed to go and get a drink from the very crowded kitchen.

#31daysofhalloween #footballerimaginessdoeshalloween #lionel messi imagine #lionel messi x reader #football imagines #football imagine #football one shots #football one shot #futbol imagines #futbol imagine #football x reader

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jusalle · 1 year

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☆ Lionel Messi Headcannons ☆

You two were childhood friends, so you were with his since the beginning

He always does sweet little things for you

Always took you everywhere with him

Liked to hold your hand

He would always tell you what's on his mind

He would always call you "Mi Amor"

He would think about you 24/7

When he had press conferences he loved to talk about you

In Public he liked to observe you

Everyday he would compliment you

He hated when you guys were away from eachother

He was shy when you guys got together but them he eventually opened up

He liked to hold you by the waist

Loved to say "Eres buena para mi, te amo por siempre" (your to good for me, I love you forever)

Loved to tease you

Liked to make you flustered

You were laying in bed with your husband Leo.

"Tus ojos son lo más hermoso que he visto."

(Your eyes are the most beautiful thing I've seen)

You always loved when he talked Spanish to you and it always made you flustered.

"Gracias Mi Amor" you replied softly and you smiled at him

"como tuve tanta suerte con alguien como tu mi amor"

(How did I get so lucky with someone like you my love)

He tried to make bold comments but never ended up working so you would laugh

After a long trip away from you, when he came home he liked to bring roses as for saying 'I'm sorry I was away again'

When he left early for work and you were still asleep he would kiss your forehead

He liked to watch movies with you

Whenever you were upset he would whisper sweet things into your ear

He liked to just be in your arms, all he needed was your presence and he'll be fine

Was honest with you

Liked to play football with you

Loved to see you smile and laugh

He rather spend time with you then go out

Very loyal to you

He loved the way your fingertips when through his hair

He would get so stressed with work so he would always vent to you

Right now you were in Leo's office as he lays in your arms.

Lately he's been stressed with his work then the world cup and all you could do Is just be there next to him.

"Amor, everyone depends on me, then if I loose, I'll never achieve my dream then the reporters want to interviews then Silva got hurt-"

"Amor calm down please, trust me when I saw everything will be okay Mi Amor" you softly said as you run your hands through his hair, then he begins to relax

"Amor, you always calm me down, I don't know how you do it, but it works" Leo chuckles lightly

Your touch was his weakness, it either calmed him down or made him go crazy

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Leo is so underrated 😪 I swear. But hello again my lovelies this was a quick one but I hope if was okay and send me some more request for some Messi Imagines!.

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gadriezmannsgirl · 1 year

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Hey, i love your work and i hope you 're a having a great day💞 I have a request if it's okay, i was thinking maybe something with Anto and his girlfriend/wife is argentinian maybe related to Messi and some tension during the WC finale.

Or another idea where they are experiencing some cultural differences. Maybe her showing something from her culture to his family.

Thank you💞 💞💞

Conflicted -Antoine Griezmann (x Messi!Reader)

Summary: Your French husband is at the final of the World Cup but so is your Argentinian brother, Lionel.

You were the happiest when you saw Argentina beat Croatia 3-0 and with a goal, even though it was a penalty, of your brother, Lionel Messi. You were in your hotel room with your husband, Antoine, with the Messi 10 shirt on, when that happened. He had laughed when you threw yourself at him kissing him in your celebration form.

Antoine obviously welcomed your kiss and loved the attention.

You never thought too deeply into it but you started doing it when you saw that France was beating Morocco.

It was such a hard decision for you now. You were born in Argentina, you were proud of being Argentinian and you obviously wanted for your country to win, but on the other side you had your French husband.

He had already won a WC but you were also waiting for him to win another one, he had worked so hard for this, he deserved it, he also wanted to make his country proud once more and you wanted to be there for him.

So that's how you came into the place you were being now, sat in the French side with your Argentina shirt on but a French flag tied around your neck. People were whispering at the fact of the blue and white striped shirt on the dark blue side but whoever knew Lionel Messi and Antoine Griezmann knew that you were sister of the first one and wife of the latest.

You were feeling funny today, you knew that at the end of the day you'd feel happy and sad at the same time however the result will be. Happy for your husband and sad for your brother and country if France wins or Sad for your husband and happy for your brother and country if Argentina wins. By the end of the day, you'll be destroyed by the social media either way.

Good thing was that you learned to not give a single shit of what people said about you on social media.

Antoine's parents and the French WAG's were understanding your position. Of course, you can imagine they feel a little betrayed but they also knew your good intentions and the fact that you wished both teams the best of luck.

"Stop stressing so much about it" Antoine had said before arriving at the stadium

You were laughing at that right now.

First half passed and Argentina was already winning 2-0, you didn't celebrated the goals made by your older brother and by Angel Di Maria... And you were also not going to celebrate France's goals.

If they scored seeing as they weren't going to do it.

Your breathe hitched everytime the ball moved from Argentina to France territory and from France to Argentina territory. This was the world's best and worst final for you.

The amount of times your stomach was tied in a knot were uncountable.

It was worse when Kylian at minutes 80' and 81' did a doublet. It was tied and both of them heading into the extra time.

At this rate you wanted to throw up. You felt the looks of the whole stadium on you, even if they were on the pitch. You felt the whispers of both countries hit on your back.

At 108' Lionel scored and ten minutes later Kylian scored too. Fucking penalties. They were heading into the penalties. Everything could happen now.

4-2, was the end result. You cried for both happiness and sadness. You couldn't see Antoine's sad face and you could imagine your brother's happiness for finally winning a WC.

After a few minutes you bolted out of the French stands and got into the pitch, both teams still there along with the family of the Argentinians.

You showed your pass and security let you in.

Your eyes scanned the whole stadium searching for the brunette of your brother and the blonde of your husband, after what felt ages looking and looking around; you finally saw them both, hugging each other. You ran towards them and finally crushed both of them in a hug

You heard both of their laughs and felt their arms wrap around you

"This past three hours were absolutely hell for me" You admitted "I'm sorry and congrats, both of you" You spoke

"Don't worry, hermanita. We understand it" Your brother spoke first "Still, thank you for the support"

"I love you both so much" You said crying "And please known I'm happy and sad at the same time. This wasn't easy"

"We known it wasn't" Antoine whispered leaving a kiss on your cheek "We thank you for putting up with it, tho" You pulled away from them kissing Antoine's lips quickly and then your brother's cheek, hugging them once more

You guess, it was your country's time. It was your brother's time. Last time you were in the French side, cheering for them and celebrating with them on their win. Now, you'll also be there but with your people. Your latina people, you'd still celebrate it.

You were hurt for your brother back in 2018, now you are hurt for your husband in 2022.

Still, you loved the fact they respected each other, both of them understanding each others position. You went to your mom hugging her tightly feeling the excitement of your fellow Argentinians, you hugged your sister-in-law and your nephews.

You hugged Angel, Rodrigo, el Dibu, Dybala, Julián and every single one of the team congratulating them and even kissing the throphy your brother put up to your lips, laughing with him.

After a while, you escaped from them and went towards your French people. The first one you hugged was Lloris, the greatest captain ever, you kissed his cheek and congratulated him for the amazing job he had done, you then went to Varane, Olivier, Théo, Kylian, Koundé, Ousmane and the rest of them, leaving last your husband who was slightly behind them watching your brother with the Cup.

You went to him, hugged your husband and kissed him once more

"I'm so proud of you, I love you so much, I'm sorry and congratulations" His arms tightened around you

"Thank you, chérie" He smiled at you "Go and have fun with them" You shook your head

"I can't have fun knowing my husband is feeling sad, I know it's a normal thing right now but I just can't. I already feeling like I'm betraying both of you"

"You aren't. You're happy your brother and country got another Cup"

"But I'm also sad and destroyed because my husband and his country lost" You shook your head "I'm feeling everything a persona can feel" He laughed lightly

"That's not healthy for the baby, you know it" Antoine's hands went to your barely shown stomach, you were four months into pregnancy and not many people knew about it

"Well, I can't exactly help it. This baby will be in the middle next WC just like his momma is"

"I'm sorry"

"Don't be" You kissed his once more before feeling a weight on your shoulder "Merde!"

"¿Cómo que merde? ¿Qué sos vos argentina o francesa, boluda?" Your brother's voice made you and Antoine laugh "Venga, que mamá quiere una foto de todos" You nod

"I can take it if you want" Anto offered as Leo laughed

"Mamá dijo todos, vos también estás incluido. Somos familia"

After a few photos and some easing things from your family's part to Antoine, they were having a good time. Not the exactly best or they were fully partying like you knew they would, for Anto's feelings and respect but you loved it and were feeling now happy seeing that despite the differences they were able to push them aside.

Football is football but family is first.

Those two were your champions- your world champions and you couldn't help but think your third one was also on its way.

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bellcza · 5 months

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idgaf @ afa and chiqui your only two jobs are to keep messi happy and scaloni happy. so do that

#obviously no one got a scooby what scaloni was talking about. an obvious warning shot tho #so. do whatever you can man he cannot leave before copa 2024 #lionel scaloni #argentina mnt #lionel messi #argentina nt

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beansprean · 2 months

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One day in January I thought, "wouldn't it be hilarious if there was an episode where the camera crew changes places with a crew filming a documentary on werewolves in california. and everyone is playing a werewolf counterpart version of their character?" And it all devolved from there. Ty to @vampireshmampire and @memosminifridge for riffing with me and coming up with hilarious ideas <3

(ID in alt and under cut)

ID: 1. Title card, close up on a full moon glowing blue, surrounded by swirls of fog and bands of purple, blue, and green light. Overlaid is tht title "What We Do Under The Moon" in the What We Do In The Shadows font, letters dark blue with a brighter blue to purple gradient at the bottom, backlit in white.

2. Wide shot of the werewolf character played by Kayvan Novak doing a talking head. He is wearing medium wash jeans, a grey tee shirt over a millennial pink vest, a small gold medallion around his neck with a matching crescent moon earring, and has his long wavy hair half up in a messy bun. He is sitting on a light cream L-shaped couch adjacent to a glass patio door letting in the sunlight and below a wall hanging that says 'live, laugh, lick'. The lower third identifies him as "Navid - beta werewolf". Navid leans back casually against the cushions and props one elbow up on the back of the couch, leaning his head into that hand, and says, "If I am to establish myself as the Alpha of the pack over Lionel and Niki, I must find a mate. Someone strong, powerful, and...nearby. In the same house even, if possible." As he speaks, he glances meaningfully to his left, where the character played by Harvey Guillen is standing behind the couch, his back to Navid as he fusses with a vacuum. He is wearing square retro glasses, airpods in both ears, brown chinos, and a short sleeved green button up unbuttoned to the sternum with a dog silhouette pattern and sleeves rolled up his biceps. His beard is well-kept stubble and hair is buzzed short on the sides, curls pushed to the side in artful disarray and sun-bleached a lighter brown.

3a. Close up on Harvey's character as he walks down the hall away from Navid's talking head. In the background, Navid whips around to lean over the back of the couch with an expectant grin, howling, "Gerardo!! Eavesdropping again? Do you have anything to add to this topic?" Gerardo barely pays him mind, tossing his reply over his shoulder: "No, sir. Seems like a werewolf-only interview. I'm going to go vacuum the alpha den, they've been shedding." 3b. Waist-up of Gerardo standing with his arms crossed, doing a talking head. The lower third reads "Gerardo Cordero de Luna, werewolf familiar (familiar is crossed out) apprentice." Gerardo says haughtily, "I am not a familiar! Only witches and vampires pull that nonsense. I'm an apprentice, and I'm part of the pack." 3c. Repeat. Offscreen, one of the crew asks, "And what does a werewolf apprentice do?" Gerardo goes a bit red, embarrassed, and glares off to the side, hesitating to answer.

The following are all cropped close ups on a mottled orange and yellow background from a colored doodle dump. 4. Waist up of Gerardo and Navid as Navid begs, hands laced together, "Gerardo, won't you let me bite you?" Gerardo avoids his gaze with a nervous grin, flapping his hand dismissively, and replies, "Ehh...not yet! There's still plenty for me to learn about being a werewolf! I've only been apprenticed what, 3 years?" "Almost 15!" Navid shoots back.

5a. Knees up of Navid and Natasia Demetriou's werewolf character, Niki. She is wearing dark red gradient high waisted leggings, a dark red low cut bralette with crossed straps in front, a fluffy cropped brown fur coat, a gold medallion matching Navid's, and multiple golden piercings in her ears with two large oval discs dangling from the lobes. Her lipstick and square cut nails are dark red, and her long hair is permed in tight fluffy curls half up in twin buns. Navid grabs his left wrist with his right hand and thrusts it at Niki's face with an anxious expression, asking, "I smell like I love him, right??" Niki curls her lip and cringes away from him, hands up to swat his arm away as she spits back, "Ugh, yes!! You stink up the whole house with your pining! There's no way he can't smell it." 5b. Knees up of Gerardo sitting on a light cream couch, reading from a book titled "Care for the Lonely Werewolf" help up in his right hand. Navid is laying across the couch, sans vest and hair loose, with his head resting on Gerardo's left thigh. His right hand is trapped beneath him, fingers hooked at the back of Gerardo's knee, and his left rests on top beneath his cheek. Gerardo's left hand his idly petting his hair. Navid stares intently into the middle distance, thinking, 'Perhaps I should be less aloof with him...'

6a. Bust of Gerardo, who is holding up an iPad in his left hand with a drawing stylus poised in his right. Navid, large and hairy in werewolf form but still sporting his dangly earring and little hair bun, is hugging him from behind, clawed hands on his shoulders and wet nose nuzzling into the side of his face. Navid's eyes are closed and his mouth is hanging open, tongue lolling out happily. Gerardo looks up at him with a fond, if confused, smile. 6b. Knees up of Navid raising a triumphant fist with a grin and confidently declaring, "He is playing hard to get, but he underestimates how hard I am to get rid of!"

7a. Waist up of Matt Berry's werewolf character, Lionel, who looks much the same but is casual in a light cream linen shirt unbuttoned well below his sternum tucked into matching linen pants, his only accessory the gold medallion matching the others'. He is standing in front of a countertop hosting a box of Thin Mints and cringes away with a drawn-out whine as Gerardo pops into frame to spray him with water, scolding, "No, bad Lionel!" 7b. Waist up of Mark Proksch's character, who appears to just be Colin Robinson dressed like Indiana Jones, as he walks into frame with a rolling suitcase. He smiles and waves, shouting, "Howdy, guys!!" Lionel stands in the background, hands on hips with an easy smile, and says. "Oh, look, it's our landlord Arthur Simon Santiago who lives such an interesting life in New York City and uses this condo as a vacation home!"

8. Group shot, knees up, of Lionel, Niki, Gerardo, and Navid smiling for the camera. Lionel has one hand on his hip and the other around his wife's waist, leaning into her. Niki has one arm thrown around Lionel's shoulders, flashing a peace sign, and the other held up behind Navid's head to give him bunny ears. Gerardo is standing slightly in front of her, one hand clutching a pamphlet for Tisch School of the Arts and looking a bit uncomfortable as if he had been dragged into the photo last minute. Still, he offers the camera a hesitant smile and allows his left arm to be crushed to Navid's chest as the werewolf pulls him close with an arm around his shoulders. Navid leans his entire body into Gerardo with a huge grin, flashing a peace sign with his free hand.

9. Uncropped version of the entire doodle dump, repeating images 4 through 8. /end ID

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julian alvarez x reader where they’ve been best friends since childhood, and they share an apartment together. someone asks her out before julian could, basically because he’s way too shy. and she comes back and it’s literally just been an awful date and he comforts her and there’s a sweet confession. i feel like you’d be so good at writing this !!

Kisses on the cheek — Julián Álvarez

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You and Julián had known each other since you were kids. You had met him at school and he had adopted you as a best friend from the very beginning. Julián was a kind person, someone who cared so much about you and it was impossible not to love him back. However, you had begun to develop feelings for him when you were a teenager and you had kept them just for you. There was no way you could confess and tell him the truth.

Things had changed when you crossed paths again in Manchester and you had moved with him to his apartment. Julián was playing in ManCity and you were looking for an apartment. He himself offered to share an apartment with you and be roommates, while you weren’t too sure about the idea. You accepted because you had nowhere else to go, four months later and you were still living together.

What you felt for Juli became stronger and stronger, sharing time with him made you know him more thoroughly. You liked to see him wake up in the morning, with his eyes closed and his messy hair. You liked it when you'd have a few glasses of wine and he’d get a little bold, while he’d move his hands like he was Spider-Man himself. Julián could be tender, kind and at the same time bold. You loved him very much, you loved every aspect of him.

You both adopted a cat just days after you moved in with him. You had seen the cat on the street alone and decided to grab it so he could spend the night with you. Like you, the cat had stayed in Julian’s apartment ever since. You liked to say that you were the cat's mom and that Julián was the dad. He always turned red when you mentioned that.

It was still early in the morning and as he had the day off, Julián was still sleeping. You made his favorite breakfast and when you saw him walk to you in the kitchen, barefoot, you smiled at him. Your friend came closer and kissed you on the forehead, then left another kiss on your cheek.

Could he hear the sound of your heart beating?

"How’d you remember I liked these?" Julian was surprised when you left breakfast on kitchen island.

"You’re my best friend, of course I’d remember..."

He smiled but there was something different about his smile, he wasn’t entirely happy. You knew him well enough to notice that something had happened. You looked at his wrist, he still had the bracelet you made when you were ten. It had been a long time since then and he had never taken it off.

"You still wear that little bracelet I made you? I don't even know where I left mine"

"It’s like my good luck charm." He declared, seriously thinking it was. He had done too well in his football career and had come a long way.

There was a silence between you, until he spoke again, "Can we talk later? I have something to tell you."

"Yeah, right. Did something happen?"

You thought maybe he wanted his apartment back and was going to kindly invite you to leave. After all, maybe he wanted to bring a girl home and you were there, like you were his girlfriend. As much as you felt things for him in your heart, you were nothing but friends and he had every right to have his life. It hurt but it was the truth.

"No, don't worry."

The two of you finished eating your breakfasts and you went back to your room. You were fully clothed and were doing your makeup, when Julian came up to your room. He covered his eyes, because as much as your door was open, he wanted to give you privacy.

"Do you want us to order pizza?"

"You can open your eyes, by the way. I’m going out today, I have a date." You explained, smiling and thinking about the boy you were going to meet. Julián pulled his hand out of his eyes and grimaced.

"Oh, cool."

Why didn't he look happy?

"You said you wanted to talk?" you asked him again, remembering what he had said in the morning.

"Yeah... It can wait, though. Enjoy your date."

Julián Álvarez left your room, too fast to seem normal. You finished preparing for the date and once you finished, you said goodbye to Julian by giving him a kiss on the cheek. There was something weird about Juli and you made him promise that later, when you got back from your date, you’d have the conversation pending. You had no idea what he wanted to tell you.

The date was a disaster. You couldn’t explain in words the things that had gone wrong. So you came back as fast as you could to the apartment. Your cat, Cafesito, moved between your legs, welcoming you. Julian was lying on the couch, watching a TV show with subtitles in spanish. You approached Julián and sat beside him on the couch.

"How did it go?" he asked, taking his eyes off the television.

"Horrible, I don’t want to talk about it."

"I’m sorry. How about a sleepover tonight? Like the good old times."

"You don’t have training tomorrow?" you asked, thinking about the time.

"Yes but I want to spend my time with you too."

Julian made some popcorn and brought some sweets, while you changed your clothes and took off your makeup. You went back to the living room and sat on the couch next to your best friend. Juli had a blanket to cover and you sat too close to keep the heat between you two. You could swear that Julian’s cheeks were red, even though the light was off and the television was the only thing that lit them.

Everything seemed like a normal night, watching a movie with a friend, until Julián broke the silence.

"I've loved you since we were kids."

There was silence and you turned to look at him. You didn’t know if you heard well or were imagining things. Julian was watching TV, not encouraged to look at your face.

"Juli? What are you talking about?"

"Funny thing is that everyone knew that I loved you, even our families. Maybe everyone still knows that I love you but not you."

"I can’t believe this... are you serious? Like you really love me?"

The word could mean many things, loving you as friends, loving as two people who shared a place and time together. He finally took his eyes off TV and put it on you.

"Yes, I love you. It's impossible to not love you. Every day I wanted to tell you how I feel, every time I thought about telling you the truth, some guy would come and ask you out, before I could. Today I’ve been thinking about the words to tell you and now I can’t think of anything. Just... I love you and I’m tired of pretending I don’t have feelings for you. I love you so much that I think about you during the matches, knowing that you’ll be there to support me no matter what the outcome. I think of you every morning and every night before I go to sleep. I’m so in love with you that is obvious."

You were speechless, it took you a while to process what he said.

"Wow. I feel the same for you, Julián. I thought you didn’t feel the same as me."

Julian smiled, he seemed so happy."So you have feelings for me too?"

"Yes, Juli. Of course I do."

Julian smiled like never before and asked permission to kiss you. Once you kissed, everything was clear to you. What had taken you so long to tell the truth?

"I love you, Julián."

"And I love you, hermosa."

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Define Me | Neymar Jr. x Oc [4]

Summary: Famous Singer and Actress, Gabriella Hamill, travels to Qatar after being invited on live television by her favorite player, Lionel Messi. Despite the invitation, Ella tries to avoid the cameras and hide in plain side, wanting to enjoy the games without the chaos that comes with being in Public places and it all seems to be going well until she meets Neymar Jr. in this bad boy meets good girl story, the definition of good and bad is lost between the lines and redefined by the past and future.

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Chapter 4: defense by definition

Chapter summary: Gabriella and neymar get closer and tangled with each other's life

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The two of them walked for almost 20 minutes until they found a hill they could sit on and pull down their hoodies. Underneath them the light of the city shined, the street lights, the stadiums, the houses and of course the cars driving and bringing the city to life. It was like millions of diamonds all laid down at their feet. For a few minutes no one said anything, they took in the view and the silence. Stealing moments like that was a rare gift for Gabriella, she appreciated the silence and the pause life seemed to have in these moments.

Neymar lowered his body and grabbed a small rock from the edge of the hill, he moved his hand back and with all the strength he had, threw the rock down the hill into the nothingness. Gabriella sat on a bigger rock, watching him. She gave him a rare smile for his accomplishment to throw the rock as far as he did. Neymar laughed and clapped at himself. He sat on the ground, legs crossed and landed all his attention on her, the grin on his face never ones disappearing. Ones again she felt like she was being examined, so she looked away, smiling awkwardly and focusing on the view.

Neymar didn’t take his eyes off her, instead he examined how her hair would move along with wind and stared at her lips, the rosy color. Wondering what it would be like to kiss them, he licked his own lips just in the thought, imagining how she’d taste-

“You’re staring.” She suddenly said, making him laugh. He lowered his head, nodding.

“Can’t help myself.” He answered quickly. He shot her a glance, noticing how her smile widened by the compliment and he congratulated himself on succeeding that.

“you’ve got trouble written all over you Mr. Santos.” She added. He laughed at that, raising his eyebrows.

“Mr. Santos?” he questioned while laughing. She laughed too; a sound he had barely heard in the short time he knew her. But even now the laugh was short and low. She lowered her head, her hair falling and covering her face completely. “What about you Ms. Hamill?”

“What about me?” she asked, kicking a couple of the rocks with her feet. Neymar tilted his head, trying to get a glimpse of her expression but she was hiding from him.

“Are you trouble?” he asked simply. Gabriella kept her face down but shrugged her shoulders. “I bet googling me was easy, but googling you was an adventure.” She didn’t react so he kept going “all the headlines spoke of your relationships and one-night stands…” he bit on his lip “you’ve disappeared for at least 3 years.”

She finally rose her head, staring at the front. “If you read that you must have read the rest.”

“I did” he admitted “but we don’t have to talk about that.” He looked away, feeling his heart getting heavy.

“I wasn’t going to.” She answered sharply, looking at him strictly.

“Media has done us both wrong, no need to get defensive.” He shot back, not flattering under her strict eyes. He wanted to prove to her that any possible defense mechanism she might have had others, weren’t going to work on him. She seemed taken aback by his quick reply, he took that chance to get closer to her, slipping his body closer to the rock she was sitting on. So, close he had to look up at her and she looked down at him not realizing just how close he was. He had an affect on her, he could tell by the way her eyes kept moving uncomfortable and how still she’d remain. He shot her a smile, nudging her leg with his fist. “I think you and I could be real good friends if you let me.”

She laughed, shaking her head. “Is that what you want Neymar, to be friends?”

He smiled and shrugged “for now yes.” He slowly reached for her knee to pick up a hair that was stuck on the fabric, making sure she felt his fingers underneath the fabric and pulling the hair away slowly, taking as long as he could before removing his hand from her. Meanwhile he could feel her eyes on him. “Later, we’ll see.”

“Don’t make big dreams boy.” She said blankly and he looked in her eyes. He clicked his tongue, a smirk playing on his lips.

“An asshole, ha?” he asked and she looked away, smiling. “Don’t get shy on me now. Come on, you said I was an asshole, why is that?”

“I told you before you got trouble written all over you.”

“That’s not enough.” He said and got up, rubbing the dust off his clothes and standing right in front of her “I want to hear why.” He crossed his arms and looked down at her. She looked passed him.

“You fall a lot on the field. Gas lighting the referees.”

“You really think that?” he laughed.

“Don’t play dumb with me Ney. Sometimes you straight up lie to them.”

He didn’t answer. Which was a good enough answer.

“I’ve seen the videos of you acting out. Punching people, cursing them.” She returned her gaze at him “I know you’re a party boy. I’ve heard stories, rumors- “

“I thought you knew better than to trust the media.”

“I do. But some things are simply facts. You have a temper and you left Barcelona!” she snapped, sounding like the last thing was what she really cared for. Neymar raised his eyebrows and held in his laugh. He placed his hand in front of his mouth, hiding his smile. While she stared at the ground. He could imagine she was probably hoping to take back what she said. He sat on the edge of the rock, next to her, pushing her a little with his hip to get more space. She turned her head away from him but not before she could see her blush.

“Gabriella Hamill- are you a Barcelona fan?” he asked amused. She didn’t answer right away.

“I was” she said simply.

“And is it possible…” he said, pushing her with his elbow “that your real problem with me is that I left the team-“she huffed but didn’t answer. Neymar started chuckling. She rapidly looked at him, annoyed and that made him laugh anymore. He raised his hand apologizing “I’m sorry- I’m sorry.”

“Now you’re just being insensitive-“she said but was cut off by him laughing louder “this is why people hate you-“ He swallowed his laugh, but struggled to keep it in and after a while neither could she, she started laughing along, giving him a light push on the shoulder, begging him to stop. “It was very important to me alright?” she said louder “You were supposed to have Leo’s back and you left him and Suarez-“ she smacked him harder “stop laughing!” she demanded but she could barely hold it back herself. It took a while from them both to calm down. He maneuvered his body so he could look at her better, their faces inches from each other.

She had gotten completely red and he smiled at the view. She lowered her head slightly and out of instinct he moved her hair behind her ear, which had her raising her head again. He smiled at the proximity while she seemed scared by it. His eyes moved in between her eyes and her lips. He could hear her heartbeat in the silence and thought he might even let him kiss her, so he leaned closer but slipped away from him quickly, standing up.

“Lets head back! It’s late.”

He sighed, laughing to himself. He looked at her with a are-you-fucking-kidding-me look but then nodded and stood up. “Sure, lets go.”

While walking back to the house they laughed a little more. Spoke about the stupidest things they had ever read bout themselves and remembered of times they had embarrassed themselves on accident. They passed by the Brazilian base, arguing whether Neymar should walk her to her house or not but in the end, he didn’t take a no for an answer and he stood in front of her door when they reached it, watching while she searched her keys on her pockets.

“So, are you coming on the game tomorrow?” he asked.

“Yeah I am.” She answered looking up at him. “I’m going to the Argentina game as well…”

“I’m not scared about that one, Messi is gonna take care of the Netherlands just fine.”

“What about Croatia?” she asked “you think you got it?”

“They’re a good team.” He said, made a step closer to her. “We’ll do our best.” He smiled, looking in her eyes and then down at her hand. He reached for her fingers, playing gently with them.

“I heard it’s your last world cup.”

“Yeah… I don’t think I can keep going through this if I’m being honest. still think I’m an asshole?”

“I’m willing to debate on that one but I still think you are trouble.”

He smiled, interlocking their fingers and bringing her hand up on his lips. He kissed the back of it gently, meanwhile his eyes remained locked with hers.

“I understand more than you think Princessa.”

“I have it on good authority you’re a softie deep down.” She smiled.

Neymar narrowed his eyes. Then he remembered “Antonella?” Gabriella nodded.

“Just for the record, I won’t follow you on Instagram. Last thing I need is for it to become a story.”

“You’re telling me this, so I won’t take it personally?” he asked “Meus Deus, I might start believing you care.”

She slipped his hand away from his and got on her tip toes to leave him with a kiss on the cheek, then she whispered on his ear “you might be right.”

With that she left and Neymar knew he was in actual trouble. A part of him wanted to knock on the door the minute she closed it but he made a step back and allowed himself to go back to his room and rest before tomorrow’s game.

EDUCATION CITY STANDIUM – NEXT DAY

She went to the game just like she told him. It was the first game she was seeing live, Croatia against Brazil. Of course, she was betting on Brazil, Ney was one of the reasons why. She was dressed in her usual hoodie and a pair of jeans. She had even worn a week to avoid any possible tragedies and her sunglasses were always on.

Neymar spotted her during the first half of the game and winked at her. Maggie noticed and smacked her arm, getting her attention.

“Why did trouble just wink at you?”

“Why don’t you go ahead and ask him?” she shot back and returned to watching the game. It wasn’t going to brazil’s favor but it wasn’t going in Croatia’s favor either, which was good. Then out of nowhere Neymar did his magic and scored, everyone around Gabriella screamed and so did she. Jumping up and down on first rows. Maggie had to close her ears to keep out the noise, Gabriella laughed at her reaction. Unfortunately just a while after the happiness was stolen away, when Croatia scored a goal for themselves and everyone seemed to know that this game would end with penalties. Gabriella’s heart sunk and she questioned herself for caring as much as she did. A little before the game ended, he looked at her again, this time his eyes looked hurt, like he already knew he was going to lose. All Ella could do was give him a look of encouragement, taking off her glasses just for a second so he could see it. Maggie hit her.

“Put the glasses back on, are you insane!” she yelled and Gabriella obeyed. When the penalties game everyone was screaming. Maggie excused herself and Gabriella sat alone, watching terrified as brazil missed again and again. Her eyes were stuck on him and she knew brazil lost by the way he knelt on the ground, breaking like someone had shot him on his legs. It was a painful sight. He seemed so tiny in the middle of the bitch, so weak and lonely. All the members of the team were laying down or sat cuddling their knees. Neymar was being comforted by Thiago, while his chest trembled, he was crying. Every inch of her body wanted to get up and go to him like she was being pulled by an invisible string. The seats next to her started emptying, she knew Maggie would struggle coming back in the stadium and maybe if she was there, she wouldn’t have done what she did but she did.

She got up and walked down the stairs of the stadium, she was already in the vip section so she wasn’t stopped by anyone until she reached the front of the pitch. She wouldn’t have been able to pass if it wasn’t for Neymar, yelling at the guards to let her through and when they did, she ran to him and wrapped her arms around him. He held her close to him like she was a teddy bear and cried in her arms. She could hear the camera clicks and the photographers, moving all around them but she kept her glasses and her hoodie and her mask on, hiding her face.

“You shouldn’t be here.” He mumbled in her ear.

“I know” she asnwered simply and it was true she would eventually regret it but he the way he was on his knees, his broken eyes, she felt like she had to be there. His grip tightened and so did hers. Eventually she let go and moved away. Her heart breaking.

BAZIL DRESSING ROOMS – LATER

Neymar was sitting alone in the middle of the room, with his head on his hands when he felt her hand on his head. He raised it and saw her sitting on the bench next to him. Her hand travelled from his head to his cheek and she leaned her forehead on his.

“I’m sorry” she whispered.

He reached for her chin, sniffing back the tears and forced himself to smile “how did you get here?”

“Richarlison recognized me. He let me in.”

She wiped his tears with her thumb, and he sunk in her touch, getting any strength he could from her. He closed his eyes, feeling it as another round of tears pained his green eyes and his entire body fell on her arms. He knew her so little, yet she was the one person he needed. A person that didn’t look at him with pity, not a fan or a friend, someone as ice cold as her. She moved closer so she could hold him better and kissed the top of his head. She tilted her head to leave kisses on his cheek and he raised his head, in search of her lips but she pulled away quickly, shaking her head.

“No.” she whispered. “I’m not gonna be your distraction Neymar. I have a self-esteem too.” She said quickly. He nodded, defeated and leaned his forehead on her lips. Was that all he needed her for? A distraction? “You did your best.” She said “You were great.”

“Not enough.” He answered in his broken voice. She cupped his face, holding it up so he’d look in her eyes.

“You did what you could.” She argued “whose to say it wasn’t enough.”

“The fucking score- “

“It was penalties Ney! You didn’t even get to shoot yours! If it’s anyone’s fault it was the coach for not putting you first!” her voice was strict and loud. He was focused on her lips and the intrusive thoughts took over him and he leaned in again. His lips hovering over hers, they moved in opposite directions, while he was trying to get a taste from her, she was barely pulling away “Ney please- “

“You really shouldn’t have come on the field.” He whispered in her lips and she didn’t answer. The pictures of the mystery girl hugging Neymar were already all over the internet. He wondered how she let it happen, she always planned everything to the detail so she wouldn’t be figured out and now she had done this herself “why?” he asked out loud.

Her eyes were moving from his lips to his eyes “Because you’re not an asshole” she answered. He locked his eyes with hers and she leaned in kissing his cheek. “Leo is waiting for me.” Neymar let his head fall on her shoulder “I’ll call you when the game is over.”

“No.” he hugged her, keeping her close “don’t go- “

“Neymar!” Thiago Silva walked in, stopping in his tracks when he saw the two of them together. “Sorry.”

“No, it’s ok.” She got up, smiled at the Thiago “I was leaving anyway.” She smiled and walked past thiago, leaving.

Thiago told Neymar the bus was leaving and helped him up. All the boys were silent on the way back on the base. They locked themselves in their rooms and watched the Argentina game on TV. Neymar spent his hours drinking, glass after glass, trying to numb the pain. He wouldn’t pick up the phone to anyone, not even her. He stayed in his room until it started to feel like it was shrinking. He got up, grabbing his wine with him. Thiago stopped in the hallway, telling him to go back inside because he was drunk but Neymar shook him off and continued on his way.

No surprise he found himself on the steps of her door, he knocked but there was no one inside. So, he sat on the steps, sipping on his bottle but the pain didn’t seem to be going away, if anything it was growing bigger. He told himself he’d close his eyes for a moment and lowered his head on her knees. Had he lost his senses for just a few minutes? Or a few hours? He didn’t know but he awoke by her voice-

“Neymar” she said and he opened his eyes. Her blurry figure seeming like a ghost.

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