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oncomingnight · 10 months

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Yandere! Athlete ‎⚽ೃ⋆˚✿˖°

Hello everyone, I hope wherever you guys are, you're having a wonderful day and night, and if not, good times are to come as you deserve. Thank you all so much for 200 supporters ৎ୭ many more writings are being worked on by me for all of you! Never hesitate to talk to me or request in my ask box.

Oskar was an incredibly well-renowned professional soccer player, his position as the striker for his team. He's mainly known for the amount of goals he can make in such a short amount of time, he's extremely resilient as well. Always attempting to get back into the game even when their coach says he is far too injured to do so.

As every team does after a major win, him and his friends went to a houseparty that always lasted until midnight. Of course, tons of women influencers and even celebrities were invited. Several of his mates shoved cups of Aquavit into his hands, which he'd pretend to drink but just ended up pouring it down the sink. He wasn't into the whole hardcore partying scene as it overstimulated him a bit and being surrounded by intoxicated adults acting as children wasn't his idea of fun. It even disgusted him a bit to see his friends mindlessly making out with several women, one after the other, some even all at once. Despite all of his friends' drunken pleas for him to stay longer, he left early.

When it comes to being a celebrity in a competitive field, many expect for him to enjoy one-night stands and having sex with random people he'd never remember the next morning, but it just overwhelms him. The feeling of hanging out with people that only wanted a mention on his social media, no real connection, made him contort an expression of displeasure.

But, then, there was you.

Admittedly, you weren't that involved in the fandom of sports. The aggression that came with it was incredibly off-putting and even humorous to you at times. However, your friend took the trophy of the biggest soccer fan you've ever met. That's exactly how you ended up in the front row of the most anticipated match of the year, trying to ignore your irrational fear of the soccer ball flying off course and hitting you jn the face.

You didn't notice at first but as you were speaking to your friend about something completely unrelated, they showed the two of you on the Jumbotron. After a few seconds, she turned to look ahead and quickly shook your shoulder as a signal for you to do the same, when you did, you saw yourself on the obnoxiously large screen. You awkwardly smiled while chuckling to yourself, making sure to wave before they moved the camera on to someone else.

What you didn't know was that a specific team member couldn't stop staring at you as they showed you on the screen. Even after, his eyes quickly found your figure and he was done for after that. He kept his eyes on you whenever you could even as the match progressed, you noticed this but didn't mention it as you didn't want to seem self-centered.

After the game was finally over, Oskar did everything in his power to find you in the crowd of people exiting the stadium. It took far too long that he'd liked it to, but, he eventually found you. He snuck through the crowd as carefully as he could in order to not be noticed by buzzing fans and paparazzi. You turned around in surprise after you felt a strong hand on your shoulder, not expecting it to be one of the players you were previously suspicious of.

"Hi, um I just wanted to ask if I could please get your number?" Did you know a lot about sports? No. Did this random soccer player seem nice? Yes. Was he incredibly handsome? YES.

"Oh, yes, of course." You said before typing your phone number into a blank contact profile.

Your friend kept on shaking you by your shoulders and squealing about how THE Oskar Andersen basically just asked you out.

Oskar and you talked everyday from then on, he'd always ask you the most attentive questions, telling you about how his practice went, sending you voice memos throughout the day. When the two of you decided to meet up and go on a date, he wanted to make sure the first official impression of his was perfect. Oskar had taken into consideration the stuff you'd mentioned of enjoying and listed places you talked to him about wanting to see and visit.

This man looks at you as if you're the reason his day is brightened by the sun, as if you're the answer to all of his callings and questions, because to him? You are.

When the two of you are having a day out at a restaurant, he'll look at you and gently rub his index finger and thumb onto your bottom lip, then chin. Looking at you with his heavily lashed doe eyes as you try and hide yourself away as a reaction to his strong gaze of pure admiration.

Oskar is the type of guy to practically cuddle with you on a couch even when at a house party. Draping his hand over your thigh, kneading the soft and supple skin, a smile growing onto his face as he listens to you ramble on about things he knows nothing about. He absolutely loves showing you around his snow ridden hometown and introducing you to food from his culture. Walking into a warm cafe that's lit by white bullish candlesticks, serving + brewing coffee and Nordic pastries with welcoming paintings nailed to the wooden walls.

When it comes to intimacy, Oskar is quite timid about the subject. He has a pretty sturdy and strong build so he takes an extra effort to be as gentle as he can whilst the two of you are being confidential with each other. Shaky hands floating above your hips, spreading soft kisses on your anticipating body and making sure you know just how much he admires you for so much more than your body.

As I'm sure you've all seen, several soccer fans tend to be really hard on the spouses of their favorite players. Claiming their girlfriends as, "gold diggers" and "attention seekers", half of the time, their boyfriends never defend them. Oskar, on the other hand, doesn't hold back when it comes to backing you up. He'll bring up all of your accomplishments, the fact you never needed him to support you financially and he will leave the original poster absolutely humiliated with his response.

Being called out by your favorite soccer player? Surprisingly, not so fun!

He wishes so badly that someone would talk badly about you in front of him just so he could take them into a private area and make sure they're never seen by the public again. His father taught him to always respect the women around him, even if he wasn't particularly interested in them romantically.

Maybe he took his father's advice a little too far when it came to you but he really couldn't care less. He loves you so why not show it in all the ways he can?

He genuinely believes that anyone who says they wouldn't kill for those they love, don't actually love those people. Because, why do you have limits on your love?

If any of his teammates complain about him spending too much time with you, he'll quite literally corner them in a barren area of the locker room and threaten them to the point where they fear even saying your name.

"I've always known you were a jealous guy. Just because I have something you'll never be able to get doesn't mean you have to be such a sulking baby about it."

He can be a bit cruel but never towards you.

Spectators will notice the extra aggression he's showing the opposing team and that specific team member of his. He's shoving people and punching their shoulders, this could've earned him a red card but he's a bit favored due to his constant stellar performance.

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he4rtsforjoao · 10 months

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Could you maybe please do a fluff w/João where he helps take readers makeup off after a huge long party?🤭

Affection- J.F

Pairings: João Félix x F!Reader

Warnings: fluff

Summary: written on request!

Author note: love this request🤭

“I’m fine!” You blurt out stumbling over your own words as joão tries to help you up the stairs of your shared house. Through out the night at a club you had spent it by consuming every type of liquor around you, unlike joão who kept his distance from all the alcohol knowing he had to drive both of y’all home, and make sure you were okay the whole night. “you need rest that’s what you need” he mutters as he helps you into your bedroom where he lays you down, walking over to the wardrobe trying to find something for you to go to sleep in “João come into bed with meeee pleaseeeee” you speak at him clearly annoying him a bit from how wasted you are.

"Give me a moment, baby," he sighs, grabbing a random t-shirt from your drawer and returning to you, prompting you to stand up once more. "Im going to change you into a t-shirt so you'll be more comfortable, alright?" You nod, not fully registering his words as drowsiness sets in. He guides you and helps you remain upright while unzipping your dress, which falls to the floor. Gently placing the t-shirt over your head, he lays you back down on the bed, ensuring your head finds solace on the cool pillow. Covering you in the white comforter short after.

As he gazes upon your face, he notices the traces of smudged mascara, lipstick, and eyeshadow, along with fallen lashes scattered across your visage. Concerned, he makes his way to the bathroom, his eyes scanning the drawer where you store your personal belongings. Carefully sifting through the array of products, his search leads him to a tall bottle resembling water labeled "makeup remover." Seizing it, he retrieves a few paper towels and dampens them with the makeup remover. Walking back over to you, he delicately removes your false lashes and tenderly glides the moistened paper towel across your cheeks, forehead, eyelids, and under eyes, eradicating every trace of makeup. Planting a swift kiss on your forehead, he retreats to the shower, eventually joining you in blissful slumber.

As the morning light pierced through your bedroom, intensifying the pounding ache in your head, you reluctantly opened your eyes. Casting a glance towards the side, you noticed João already awake, engrossed in the glow of the television. Sensing your awakening, he turned his attention towards you, a gentle smile adorning his face. "Hey, how are you feeling?" he inquired, offering you a refreshing bottle of water. Groaning, you replied, "I'm alright, just dealing with a massive headache." You mutter struggling to sit up “want me to go to the store and get you some Tylenol or something?” you declined his offer to fetch pain relievers from the store, not wanting to trouble him further. Suddenly, a thought struck you, and you exclaimed, "Wait, my makeup!" Panic filled your voice knowing you would break out bad as you frantically touched your face, only to discover the smoothness of bare skin “I took it off yesterday in the night while you were sleeping” Overwhelmed with gratitude, your heart swelled at his simple act of affection. "Thank you baby. How did you even know what to use?" Leaning in for a slow, tender kiss, you winced slightly as the headache persisted. "I just read the label," he quipped, his humor lightening the moment. "Or maybe it was bleach? Who knows," he continued, playfully, as you playfully slapped his arm. Rolling your eyes, you settled back down, appreciating the love and care he showered upon you.

“Im kidding I’m kidding. I knew because I saw you use it a few times before going to bed” you nod your head as you take a huge sip from the water bottle “thank you joão. You treat me too good” you reach your hand out for his “of course, anything for you”

#fluff #smut #angst #joao felix #joão felix x reader #joão félix #joão felix blurb #joao felix smut #joao felix x reader #football imagines #world cup imagines #soccer player x reader #football x reader

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kiminachi · 1 year

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Can you do a christian pulisic one where he won the concacaf nations league with team USA and after he celebrates with the boys he’s a drunk mess and the reader has to take care of him? <3

Christian Pulisic x Reader

One Tipsy Celebration

A/N: Thanks for requesting! This is your Christmas gift ;) I hope it was up to your expectations!

Includes: a flirty drunk guy

“CHRISTIAN! CHRISTIAN! CHRISTIAN!!!”

The entire team was celebrating the win, and final game of the CONCACAF. It was a nerve-wrecking game with Mexico scoring in the first minute. Then later on the score was 2-2, but then Christian scored the winning goal from a penalty kick to make it 3-2! You were really proud of him.

And whilst the celebration was in the locker room and technically you were not allowed to be in there, being the girlfriend of the one and only Christian Pulisic has its advantages. Well.. sometimes.

“(Y/NNNN)!” Christian clumsily walked over to you. You could just smell the bittersweet alcohol that left his figure. He then slung his arm around you, “whatssup babes?” He slurred.

Oh goodness gracious.

Your boyfriend was being a drunk, flirtatious mess. You knew you had to help him out before things start to get inappropriate. Not only that, but for his well-being in the morning. “Christian!” You turned to face him, “how much did you drink?” You prayed it wasn’t a lot to the point of blackout puking.

“Hmm I don’t know, like 5 shots? Why does it matter anyways? Let loose (Y/N)!” He urged.

“Not today Chris, I know it’s a celebration but there has to be a responsible one” You said, replying to him.

You already took a shot or 2 a while ago, but not to the point of drunkness; You could still function, being more calm even. You could hear Christian mutter “no fun” with his arms crossed.

“Hey the shuttle is here!” You heard someone point out. Thank goodness. All you wanted was to get Christian to your guys’ hotel room. Everyone grabbed their belongings and walked out of the messy locker room, and into the shuttle. Sorry janitors. You sat in the back as Christian followed you over there.

“Hey beautiful ladyyy, mind if I sit here?” He may have flattered you, but you tried your best not to give in.

“Of course Chris” you patted down the seat next to you. He slouched down onto the chair, “Oh yeahhh, I needed this for my ass” He exhaled in relief. “Hey love, did you see me take off my shirt after I scored?” He placed his head on your shoulder. “Cause that was all for youuu.” You could feel how warm and flushed he was.

“Christian, you’re even shirtless as of this moment, but yes, yes I did.” Replying to his sloppy demeanor. “Hey Weston? (McKennie) could you grab me a water bottle please?” You asked him. He heard you and complied, grabbing a water bottle and bringing it over to you. You and West became good friends, sharing interests with each other. He hands you the water bottle, “thanks West, Chris is a hot mess right now” you pat Christian’s head as he groaned in drowsiness.

“I think I can tell, I’ll de-drunkify him for you” West pretends to use a spell on him with his imaginary wand, “NODRUNKIFORUS!” He shouts. You laughed at his corny antics, but you loved his childish imagination.

“Hey, what’s so funny?” moaned Christian,

“Are you flirting with my girl, West?” Uh oh, a jealous Christian is not good right now.

“No man, we’re just joking around!”

“Well you can go joke around somewhere else.”

You had to stop him, “Calm down Chris! Come on, drink this water.” You opened the water bottle with a small crack being heard, and handed it to Christian.

“Fine, whatever you say my love..” he still had a death glare at the poor Harry Potter fan as he drank out the bottle. However he was hit with tiredness again.

“Sorry West..” you apologized,

“It’s alright, he’s just in the deep right now.”

You felt the shuttle come to a stop. You looked out the window to see the hotel, and you were very relieved. You asked Weston to help you bring your non-functioning man to your room, and he agreed. You and Weston were on both sides of Christian, maneuvering him into the hotel, and into the elevator. After some time, the elevator dinged and the three of you reached your room. Weston held Christian as you searched for the keycard,

“God he reeks of alcohol!” West was not fond of the smell, and playfully made a gag noise out of his mouth.

You smiled, “Haha, oh yeah, I’ll have to drag him into the shower tomorrow morning. It’s too late for one right now”. You then found the keycard and hovered it against the lock for it to *click* and unlock. You then opened the door for West to carry him to the bed.

“Thanks so much West, I would have broke my bones trying to carry him myself.”

“It’s no problem (Y/N).” He insisted. You two then said your goodbyes and closed the door. You walked back over to Christian. You took off his shoes, shorts, and socks leaving him in his boxers, then grabbing a black t-shirt from the dresser, putting it on him.

He mindlessly climbed into the sheets with a groan. You smiled at his cuteness, then tucking him in, you pecked his forehead with a kiss.

Next you went ahead and changed into your own pajamas, shut off the lights, and sunk into the sheets yourself.

“(Y/N)..” he turned around to face you, “are you proud of my goal?” You softened at this,

“Of course I am, you were wonderful”

“Mmm, I love you (Y/N)” He latched his arms around you as if you were his teddy bear.

“I love you too Christian, sweet dreams my love.”

A/N: I think I fell in love with him after I wrote this ngl

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sweatpea016 · 5 months

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Is this enough encouragement for Manuel ugarte fanfiction pllllssssss somebody anybody

#manuel ugarte #psg #ugarte #fanfiction #soccer player x reader #footballer x reader #footballer fanfiction #uruguay

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lorarri · 1 day

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★ . . . 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 , 𝐉𝐁𝟓

summary , the daughter of lewis hamilton and a 3 time f1 world champion life is pretty great especially now that you have found a special someone

pairing , jude bellingham x fem! hamilton! redbull! f1 driver! reader

main masterlist | football masterlist

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yourinstagram winter break photodump pt. 5

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user my wife is a madrid...I don't know what to do with why self now

user stay away from my wifey mr. hey jude lookin ass

user MR BELLINGHAM WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE

user it couple is cookin ya'll

user love that mother is living her best life

user bae wake up Y/N posted a winter break photo dump

user OKAY BUT THAT LAST PIC EXCUSE ME?!?!?!

user madam who got you those flowers

user jude better be careful or papa hamilton gonna have his head if he even thinks about trying anything with his daughter

user why am I kinda living from the idea of these two being a couple

user are you dating jude?

user Y/N come home the kids miss you

user 4th wdc pending...

user so we all know who the guy in the last slide is right?

user love my soon to be parents

user the queen soft launching wasn't on my 2024 bingo card

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TRENTSKI

JUDITH

EXPLAIN YOUR SELF

JUDITH

huh?

RICE RICE BABY

did you really think you could sneek your way into Y/N Hamilton's ig dump and we wouldn't find out?

JUDITH

yes?

SANCHOOOO

SO YOU ADMIT IT

IT IS YOU

MEEK MEALS

glad you finally got together

I was getting sick and tired of you talking about her 24/7

JACK RABBIT

I'm surprised he even got the strength to talk to her

STAR BOY

right?

his brain normally turns to mush when ever her name is mentioned

proud of you bro

JUDITH

thx kyo

I always knew you were a real one

TRENTSKI

damn I see how it is then....

RICE RICE BABY

trents going dark lads

in his sad girl era

PHIL CHEESE STAKE

so wait who knows about you 2 being together?

SANCHOOOO

besides the entire intent after that photo dump?

MEEK MEALS

LMFAOOO

STAR BOY

tell lewis he's the goat

JUDITH

hahah funny

let us have our damatic soft launch

obvi you guys know

the only others that know are max, sebastian, and charles

I'll let lewis know when he figures out I'm dating his daughter this Saturday

JACK RABBIT

mate your fucked

TRENTSKI

DAMN

secret forbbiden romance

didn't know you were built like that jude

MEEK MEALS

what do you mean Lewis fucking Hamilton doesn't know you are dating HIS DAUGHTER

SANCHOOOO

pray for jude guys

these might be his last days with us

STAR BOY

he shall be missed

JACK RABBIT

dw jude I'll delete your search history of you stalking Y/N's ig and twitter

JUDITH

thanks guys...

wiss me luck

TRENTSKI

break a leg

RICE RICE BABY

don't die

MEEK MEALS

good luck

SANCHOOOO

you going to die

STAR BOY

what colour coffin do you want?

I'm thinking bright pink and rinestones

JACK RABBIT

do you need a get away driver?

PHIL CHEESE STAKE

before you die get me and ronnie a hat singed by Y/N and Lewis

JUDITH

I feel so loved rn

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lewishamilton replied to your story!

he's a good lad

but if he hurt's you

winning a trohpy will be the last of his concern

okay dad I'll relay that message to him

good

also don't forget to use projection...

DAD OMG STOP

carlossainz55 replied to your story!

¡HALA MADRID!

maxverstappen1 replied to your story!

Christian is asking if Jude wants to come to the team dinner before the livery launch?

also if he hurts you I will run him over with our matching aston martins

landonorris replied to your story!

what does he smell like?

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trentsgirl · 3 months

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— 🤍 ⋆⭒˚｡⋆

⟡ summary: just a lovely morning with your boyfriend.

⟡ content: very fluffy, clingy jude, established relationship, short, around three hundred words.

⟡ notes: had this in my drafts for a while, so thought i should post this because i have too many. requests are open:))

⟡ streaming: tip toe by hybs.

⟡ masterlist.

mornings with jude were usually hectic and far from peaceful. you would quickly get ready for your respective commitments and barely have any time for each other before rushing out the door.

but today was different. it was friday, and jude had been granted a few days off due to a shoulder injury. despite the unfortunate circumstances, jude was excited about the prospect of spending the entire day with you.

his plan was to stay in bed all morning, cuddling and making up for lost time, if you know what i mean. however, you had other plans in mind.

you were accustomed to waking up early and being productive. so as you attempted to free yourself from jude’s firm hold, he unconsciously grunted, his body pressing against yours.

nevertheless, you paid no attention to his murmurs and left the bed, causing jude to grumble even more.

“come back to bed,” he pleaded, his voice filled with desperation. you couldn’t help but find it endearing how much he longed for you. “i’m tired,” he added, lightly tapping your pillow.

deciding to tease him, you donned an exaggerated pout and adopted a whiny tone, as if speaking to a child. “oh, you’re tired? i’m so sorry baby, it must be so difficult for you.”

jude expressed his annoyance, stating, “actually, scratch that. when i said i was tired, what i really meant was that i’m tired of you being a sarcastic little shit.”

you chuckled, returning to the bed with a gentle smile. “well, i’m your sarcastic little shit.” you playfully remarked, giving him a quick kiss on the lips.

jude seized the chance to embrace you, shifting his position so that he loomed over you with his much larger frame, making you nearly invisible beneath him.

“jude!” you gasped for breath, “do need to remind you that you’re six feet tall? you’re not exactly on the small side!”

he seemed unfazed by the fact that his weight was completely crushing you, and retorted mockingly, “i’m actually six foot one, baby.”

rolling your eyes, you chose not to respond and surrendered to jude’s agenda for the day.

to be fair, it wasn’t too bad at first. however, once his snoring started again, all you desired was to kick him from the bed.

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kentogetsmewetter · 5 months

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SOCCER PLAYER GETO

⋆｡°✩Genre: head cannons about soccer player geto nsfw

⋆｡°✩Contents: cock sucking, praise, degradation, p n v

⋆｡°✩Synopsis: Head cannons about soccer player geto

⋆｡°✩A/N: lowk not the way I wanted this to turn out but fuck it we ball probably gonna make a different one later

Soccer player geto!Who you meet conducting an interview after he won a champions league final

Soccer player geto! Who can't help but to be humbly cocky when you ask him about the fact there could have been another penalty given which would have given the other team an advantage, shrugging "who cares" with a small smrik plastered across his face

Soccer player geto! Who flirts with you the whole time while you're doing the interview looking you up and down while biting his lips never taking his eyes off of you

Soccer player geto! Who gets so caught up in his fansty's with you that he doesn't even answer your questions. Looking at the way your mouth moves while you talk to him wondering how your lips would look wrapped around his cock

Soccer player geto!Who persuades you to stay until after he finishes a quick shower wanting to show you something.

Soccer player geto! Who can't help but chuckle as he sees your reaction as your eyes drop down to the towel he had on hanging lowly on his wasit his happy trail going down to his toned abs then his v line.

Soccer player geto! Who some how gets your lips wrapped around his cock like he wanted. Deep grunts leaving his mouth while your tounge swirled around his tip

Soccer player geto!Whos always praying and degrading you saying things like " fuck you look so sexy" "such a nasty girl having my cock down your thoat like that" " this is why you came here huh? wanted to suck my dick so fucking bad didnt you." " fuck, your mines gonna be mines for ever

Soccer player geto! Who's warm cum oozes down your thoat he holds the back of your head making sure you sallow all his seed.

Soccer player geto! Who's fans go crazy at the way he acted in the interview wanting to know more about the women who was stealing their man

Soccer player geto! Who after months of dating would always start dedicating his goals to you.

Soccer player geto!Who can't help but to smile a few months after you to started to date you always telling him off about mistakes he made in the game telling him how he could do better.

Soccer player geto! Who loves when you get all mad at him after a game cause he always gets to make you feel better.

Soccer player geto! Who loves the feeling of you finger nails digging deep into his back as he gives you deep and hard thrusts

Soccer player geto! Who whimpers feeling you cunt clench deeply around his cock. "Fuck baby he moans out. Whipping the tears that came from your eyes as his cock continuously rammed into your g spot

Soccer player geto! Who says things like "your taking my cock so well" "what a dirty fucking slut." " stop running take it like a good girl" "you know you love it relax for me baby." " suffocating the fuck outta my dick."

Soccer player geto!Who always takes care after you making sure to clean you up run you a bath while whispering nothing but sweet things into you ear making sure he wasn't to rough on you

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pinkyqil · 21 days

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Fuck boy // Patri x Pina

Summary : just two bestfriends who happens to be madly inlove but one's just a straight up fuck boy or girl whatever you want to call it and are inlove but can't admit to it.

Notes : y'all wanted fuck boy patri x pina so here it's,gonna be a mini series so send me some ideas or what you'll like to see between them or how the tension goes

Pina was done with patri's fuck boy act everyday was her hearing about some new girl who landed in her bed and how amazing it was.

she was tried and had enough fantasizing about what patri was like. how she treated the girls she brought to bed wanting it to be her instead of some random strangers.

Yesterday the team had gone clubbing but Pina couldn't go due to being sick all weekend.and now she was stuck between mapi and patri who hadn't stop talking about some chick she had made out with last night.

Her jealous feelings where rising the more she had to listen about patri fawn over some girl she definitely had enough listening.

"Patricia shut up for once we get it already you made out with some hot chick like you always do now let some of us have peace". Pina told her before walking away.

"Amiga what did you do". mapi asked cause she's never really seen the duo be that mad at each other before.

"Nothing that I could think of I don't really know".

"Oh lord you got the tiniest one angry and don't know what you did your dead meat at this point". Mapi told patri before pulling her along to do some exercises.

Everyone else around them became a little bit suspicious as the duo hadn't done anything stupid or pulled a prank like they normally do on one of them. it made everyone low spirited especially the younger ones who got to pull pranks or have fun with the duo in general but a few were happy that they wouldn't have to deal with any of the duo shenanigans.

The rest of training patri had tried talking to pina but would just get ignored by the girl or when trying to do some drills together she would rush to someone else before she could ask it broke patri to see Pina ignoring her without knowing what she did wrong.

Pina on the other hand thought she's been doing well her plan was to ignore patri until she could sort out her feelings which look's like it would take a while cause patri doesn't plan on giving up.

"Pina please talk to me or at least tell me what I did wrong". She said getting in her way before she could move.

"Nothing now please get out of my way". She honestly didn't mean it that way but it came out way aggressive than expected.

"No not until you tell me what wrong". Patri wasn't going down without a fight even though she was hurt by pina's tone.

"Patri just drop it I don't wanna talk about".Pina told her once more trying to leave.

Patri knew she must have fucked up when she saw th way pina's facial expression changed on her cause she wasn't the type to be that mad at her through out there friendship.

"Before you leave how about I make it to this Friday there's this new restaurant that opened up let me take you there please".

"Fine can you let my hands go now". she said making patri drop her hand.

All night pina's mind was filled with thoughts of patri.

wondering how she could like her bestfriend well not wondering but like who wouldn't fall inlove with a tall brunette spainsh woman who probably has one of the greatest abs and also one spain biggest fuck boy to ever exist even though pina knew she shouldn't be feeling like this.

Friday came like a breeze pina was ready to face patri after a week of ignoring her while dreaming about how sexy she was..

Patri promised to pick her up which she came right on time. opening the door for her pulling out her chair which would be very out of character for the tall one.

"So I just want to apologize for whatever dumb thing i did that offended you to be that mad all I really want is my bestfriend to stop ignoring me and acting like I don't exist". She said.

"It all okay I probably over reacted a little too much sorry for ignoring you".

"So we good". She asked

"We are". Pina told her before she busted out laughing at their awkwardness.

There day at the restaurant ended up well except the part where the waiter passed by mistaking them for a couple which left both of them blowing different shade of red.

Patri had convinced Pina to stay over for the night as they had the weekend off.

Bad idea really bad idea.

Arriving at patri places they both had been playing fifa for hours in her room until patri had pushed pina on the bed trying to mess her game up.

"Puta stop trying to cheat just cause you can't play like me".

"Says the person who's the same as a baby bear". Patri told her before climbing on top of Pina who had just been laying on the bed.

before holding her hands together staring into her eyes.

The two of them found themselves in a un required position that would be when patri had pulled Pina by the waist and kissed her.

Leaving both of them in shock by her sudden actions.

What wil happens now? how would they both react!? Would patri pull away or counting kissing pina ???

A/n: cliffhanger causes why not 😝 this might be a mini series so send in more ideas and feedbacks as there heavily appreciated thanks for reading hope you enjoyed.

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buckrecs · 11 months

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i wanted to request hockey player!bucky au or like any kinda sport but preferably hockey or baseball because i’ve only read like 3 fics about that AU but im obsessed with it

Athlete!Bucky

masterlist | req masterlist

I didn’t put any boxer bucky fics btw ! thinking about making a list just for it..

ONESHOT

My Everyday by @pellucid-constellations

Bucky Barnes was aggressive, annoying, and—worst of all—a hockey player. Not your type. At all. But, unfortunately, your roommate.

Touchdown by @buckyseternal

you decide to reward your boyfriend after he scores the winning touchdown.

A Little Superstitious by @jadedvibes

The school's football team needs a win and a certain blue-eyed player could use a kiss for good luck to help make that happen.

hail mary by @barnesafterglow

when you start sneaking around with your brother's best friend, it's only a matter of time until you get caught

Don’t End Today by @subwaysurf45

The day that you happily upgraded you from tutor to girlfriend all because of a few nice words.

Flirting and Football by @lovelybarnes

Bucky barnes and a college au where reader is the only one who isn’t interested in him basically

Anger Issues by @hailhydra920

You’re the only one who can calm Bucky down.

fair catch by @endless-summer-soldier

Y/N joins the football team to prove a point and the last thing Bucky expected out of the season was to fall for the new kicker

SERIES

For the Love of the Game by @pellucid-constellations

Bucky Barnes was a menace. NYU’s top baseball player, he was used to girls falling at his feet and could smooth talk his way out of just about anything. You hated him. He couldn’t figure out why. So when the novelty of weekend parties and quick hookups finally wore off—and his feelings for you began to grow—he made it his mission to fix it.

No Such Thing by @sanguineterrain

You’ve been assigned to write a column for your school paper on the team’s spectacular running back. You don’t care very much for your university’s football team; you just can’t understand the hype, okay? Turns out your distaste for football bigheads was exactly on point: James Barnes is insufferable.

Out Of Bounds by @foreverindreamlandd

The chaos fic that was supposed to be a one shot inspired by me binge-watching Ted Lasso and now there’s a masterlist lmao. Enjoy the ride!

ice ice baby by @endless-summer-soldier

Bucky is a college hockey player, Y/N is a figure skater without a partner. What's happens when these two opposites start sharing the ice...

Quarterback!Bucky x Assistant!Reader by @angrythingstarlight

ice ice baby by @endless-summer-soldier

Bucky is a college hockey player, Y/N is a figure skater without a partner. What's happens when these two opposites start sharing the ice...

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hii can you write something about hector and reader being in a situation ship and having some problems because she is very insecure that he doesn’t want anything serious with her but he actually wants yo ask her out?

Please and thank u, love ur writing btw 💝

— be mine // héctor fort.

summary: after meeting at a cafe and becoming an inseparable duo with benefits, can hector finally call you ‘mine’?

warnings: mentions of insecurities (change of 3rd person to 1st person)

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In the heart of barcelona, where every street corner held a story and every alley whispered secrets, two souls found themselves entangled in a mysterious dance of emotions. y/n and hector, they were. their story was not a tale of love at first sight, nor a whirlwind romance. now, their story was a story of serendipity, of chance encounters and stolen glances that slowly kindled a flame neither dared to acknowledge at all.

their story began in a quaint café tucked away from the noisy streets of barcelona. y/n sat by the window, her fingers tracing the rim of her coffee cup as she immersed herself in her college work. hector, a frequent visitor to the café, spotted her the moment he walked in. he was captivated by the sparkle in her eyes that seemed to intensify with every move she made..

since that initial encounter, days turned into weeks, and their sightings at the café have become more frequent. they’d exchange polite nods and fleeting smiles, yet too shy to initiate a conversation. though one day, hector broke the silence and started a conversation. since that day, both of them became an inseparable duo. when they both began knowing each other more though, there was an undeniable connection between them both. a silent understanding that grew stronger with each passing moment.

you both started spending more time together outside the café, visiting places from the public expanse of the beach to the private confines of his apartment. then, one day, he made a significant gesture by taking you to an important football match of his, despite never revealing that he was a professional athlete. trying to maintain a low-key demeanor to avoid intimidating you in the public eye..

you both began to enjoy each other's company, spending increasingly more time together. as you learned more about one another, the spark between you both became increasingly evident.

one might say that this marks the beginning of their benefits..

immersed in the depth of your friendship or situation with hector, you couldn't ignore the burgeoning feelings for him. you cherished him deeply, yet you felt insignificant and inadequate in his presence.

he was a handsome and athletic man, drawing the attention of many women, leaving you feeling inconsequential. you were just a regular college girl, constantly stressed and unnoticed by those who crossed your path. because of his status, rumors of him with stunning Instagram models circulated, causing you to doubt your worth.

you weren't in a relationship with him, so why did these feelings arise?

the sight of him receiving so much attention was indescribable. initially, it seemed like envy—envy that others feel the same affection for him. but this envy soon morphed into insecurity as you witnessed more beautiful women appearing in photos with him, causing your heart to throb with sorrow.

you spent countless days and nights scrutinizing your appearance and every aspect of yourself. you despised your looks, your speech, and even your reactions. you belittled yourself, constantly comparing yourself to those who seemed perfect.

these thoughts overwhelmed you, as you anticipated.

the more time you spent with hector, the more he noticed the shift in yourself. you used to be shy yet self-assured, indifferent to others' opinions. you dressed boldly, unconcerned with showing your body.

that was what he loved about you..

but then, he started to notice subtle changes in you. you claimed to dress more comfortably, which he saw through as a lie, knowing the person you truly were. he consistently raised his concerns, always inquiring about your well-being, yet you consistently brushed them aside.

he sensed something was amiss, which is why he invited you over for a date in the comfort and safety of his apartment.

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upon receiving his message to come over, you drove to his apartment. without a doubt though, you were dressed once again in baggy sweats and a sweatshirt.

which is what always made him worry about your well being.

you arrived at his place and adjusted your appearance before approaching his doorstep.

after ringing the doorbell, which echoed loudly, he quickly opened the door.

he went to you, embracing you tightly, and asked,

"how are you, y/n?" his gaze lingered on your face, taking in every detail of you. you appeared sadder to him, almost as though you were unwell.

"i'm great, hector!" you declared, your words hiding the truth. he gazed at you with a smile and planted a gentle kiss.

"come on in," he said, leading you into his home and promptly offering you a seat.

once you took your seat, he began to talk, cautiously.

"the reason why i asked you to come over is because i need to talk to you." he said quietly.

you sensed something was up with him, making you extremely nervous to what he'll say.

"what is it? don't scare me, hector," you said nervously.

he grappled with his words.

"recently, i've noticed a change in your behavior around me. you've become very quiet, and it's apparent that something is troubling you," he said, taking a moment to pause.

"please tell me what's going on with you, y/n," he said, taking your hand.

upon hearing his words, you could no longer hold back what you had been concealing from him. you burst into uncontrollable tears, prompting hector to immediately come over and embrace you.

he had finally noticed...

you attempted to compose yourself, yet it seemed futile as your mind was besieged by flashbacks.

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"am I even pretty?" you asked yourself, sobbing. you had spent countless hours looking at gorgeous girls with stunning bodies on social media.

"y/n, look at yourself. you're nothing compared to those girls. you're just a girl who's nowhere near close to being like them, so stop trying to look good for him," you said to yourself between sobs.

you've began to feel ugly and worthless, without a doubt.

“your ‘friend’ from the cafe, has countless of girls on his knees, why is he hanging out with me?” you constantly said yourself.

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your heart felt as if it had shattered, as though something heavy had been dropped upon it. you couldn't believe hector had finally taken notice.

you continued to cry, releasing everything you had concealed from him.

after awhile of crying, you began to compose yourself.

"i just feel like you don't take anything seriously with me, hector. remember all those times we cuddled and kissed as if we were a couple? i'm sure you've noticed a shift in my behavior; i've been feeling quite insecure about myself, especially when I see those stunning models who seem to always be flirting with you." you said finally breaking silence.

hector allowed you to speak further.

"please, hector, stop this suffering if we are not serious about each other. i've changed for you, and it's likely harming us both," you said softly.

hector was taken aback. he was at a loss for words, seemingly unable to even breathe.

from an initial encounter at a cafe to now questioning where they both stood in life, hector began to tear up.

little did you know though, hector loved you ever since he met you at that cafe. he was taken aback by your initial words, though; he never imagined you would change negatively for him, just to end up feeling insecure.

"im sorry y/n." he spoke.

"i've loved you since the moment i met you at that cafe. when i saw your focused face, I was captivated by your beautiful eyes," he said.

"i regret not expressing my feelings, i regret making you feel insecure about who you are," he said, tears welling up in his eyes.

you looked into his eyes, wordlessly. sadness mingled with the overwhelming love you felt for hector.

"please," hector implored.

"may I be your boyfriend? i'm serious about us, and i want to make you mine, to show everyone that you're the most beautiful girl in the world," he said, gently caressing your face.

you smiled at him, a flutter of butterflies in your stomach upon hearing his question.

"yes, hector, i'd love to be your girlfriend," you said smiling at him.

he smiled, gazing into your eyes with affection.

"i'm sorry for what i did, mi amor," he said, while drawing closer to you.

"just shut up and kiss me, hector," you said with a laugh, dismissing his apology.

from what began as a encounter at a cafe, the two pair of souls finally found their destiny. their destiny to be together ..

a/n: tysm anon for the sweet comment 🥹! ive been debating to post this or not bc i think its not my best lol, i dont like the first part at ALL. ive been lately busy with school bc its ending in a few weeks and ive got tests to do💔. hopefully i can do another one next week about fermin🤗!!

#hector fort x you #hector fort fluff #hector fort #hector fort x reader #spanish nt #fc barcelona #football #fanfic #football player #football player x reader #soccer #la liga

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he4rtsforjoao · 6 months

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PART WAYS ꕥ João Felix

Warnings: bunch of angst?

Description: João thinks it’s best to stay away from each other.

Pairings: João Felix x F!Reader

Author note: I’m back😝 send in those requestssssss

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From the very beginning, both you and João were fully aware of the ramifications that came with being in a relationship. João's frequent travels to play matches out of town and your demanding job as an actress made it nearly impossible for you to be there for him during his games. As much as you longed to support him wholeheartedly, the reality was that you had to prioritize your filming commitments, even if it meant sacrificing being by João's side. There were moments where João would plead you to give up your acting career entirely, after seeing all his teammates girlfriends/wife’s be there to support them. Yet, deep down, you knew that you couldn't yield to his requests. You had invested countless years of hard work and dedication to reach the position you were in, and surrendering it all over a single demand was simply inconceivable.

You were currently on the set of a new popular series where you played the lead role. You were aware that João had an important game scheduled today, but due to the numerous retakes you had to endure, you could hardly find a moment to sneak away and catch a glimpse of the game or even send him a text to inquire about his progress. When you finally wrapped up on set around 1 am the first thing you did was check your phone, you were surprised to find zero messages from João, especially since you had sent one earlier at 3 pm before the game had even begun. You reached out to your contact and persistently dialed his number until he answered on the final ring. "Hello?" His tired voice pierced through the phone "Hey, how did the game go today? I wasn't able to catch much of it." He hummed, pausing briefly before responding, "Yeah, it was alright. We managed to secure a victory, 1-0." A smile showed up on your face.

"That's good news, isn't it? Why do you sound so down?" You inquire, noticing the lackluster tone in his voice. "I'm not sure, y/n. I've been contemplating some things," he responds, causing anxiety to surge within you as you enter your car and lock the doors. "About what?" You probe, flipping on the engine but remaining stationary, not daring to drive until you uncover the specifics of his concerns. He pauses once more, exhaling a heavy sigh into the phone, "I'm uncertain. Something in our relationship has been weighing me. I just don't see us progressing any further. You're stuck in your acting career, that even when I'm home, we barely see each other before you leave to go film. As for me, constantly jetting around the globe, you can't even join me for a game." You braced yourself, knowing this conversation was unlikely to conclude on a positive note.

“I know João, but you also have to know I do try my best to support you, even if my career seem to always stand in the way. And I know you have always told me countless of times to just quit cause I have you to help me, but what you don’t seem to comprehend is the part where im not at that point where I want to let my career go already“ your palms began to sweat, as you become increasingly anxious

“see y/n this is what I’m talking about. You don’t seem to try to put effort into this and it kills me. That’s why I just think it’s better we end this relationship for the best of us. Right now it isn’t a perfecting timing and we need to let that sink in..” he pauses for a moment “I have to go bye” before you could even share your thoughts on all of this, he abruptly ends the call, leaving you stunned by the rapidity of it all.

#joao felix angst #joao felix smut #joao felix fluff #joao felix x reader #joao felix #fluff #smut #angst #football imagines #soccer player x reader #world cup imagines #football x reader #joão felix imagines

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woso-fan13 · 10 months

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Trouble

“Y/N, are you even paying attention?” a frustrated Vlatko sighs.

Your gaze focuses on him when you hear your name, sitting up straight in your chair. Your cheeks flush and you squirm slightly when you notice that everyone’s attention is on you. It brings back countless memories of getting in trouble at school either because you couldn’t sit still or because you were too deep in your daydreams to follow directions.

Today, though, you had been on your best behavior. Even though it felt like you needed to move or you would scream, you kept still the entire meeting. Well, mostly still. And you had done your best to pay attention, but your mind was racing and you knew if you had to stay in your chair much longer, your body would start racing too.

Christen leans over slightly from her chair next to you, whispering,

“Did you take your meds this morning?”

You knew what she meant- it’s probably what everyone on the team was wondering at this point. It was no secret that you had ADHD, but you usually were on top of taking your medications. Except there was currently a shortage on (it seems like) everything, including Adderall. But you would be playing intense soccer for hours a day, and spending your free time in the gym. You really didn’t think anyone would notice if you skipped a few doses.

You shake your head no, looking at your lap to avoid her eyes. Christen gives a slight nod, looping an arm around you and pulling you closer. She keeps her arm wrapped firmly around you as a grounding pressure, and deposits her other hand in your lap. You get the hint quickly, and start fidgeting with her rings, trying to keep yourself occupied. It wasn’t an ideal solution, and it certainly wasn’t long-term, but it should allow you to sit still for the last 20 minutes of the meeting.

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Almost as soon as the meeting ended, most of the team headed out to the field. Practice was already done for the day, but there was a collective agreement to try and wear you out before the sun went down.

Becky headed into the back, grabbing a bag of soccer balls. Coming to centerfield, she unceremoniously dumped them out and let everyone loose. You instantly grab a ball and start juggling until someone gently kicks it away from you. Kelley’s standing in front of you, eyebrow quirked in challenge. Honestly, she may only be doing it because she was your roommate and she wouldn’t be able to sleep if you were up all night. But a challenge’s still a challenge.

You chase after the ball, quickly dribbling it back over in front of her. You pause only briefly before taking off, trying to get past her. She manages to get contact with the ball, but only detours it a few feet. You quickly regain control, and just when you think you’re going to be able to get past her, you look up to see Emily waiting behind.

It’s almost an hour before you finally stop to take a breath. You hadn’t even shot a goal, just circled the field trying to get past people. You laughed at Tobin’s shock when you managed to nutmeg her, and teased the forwards about their lack of defensive skills. You babbled about nonsense, dribbling and tackling, running away with screams of laughter when you managed to get past someone. But, finally, your body and your brain were calm, neither begging to move.

Sensing that you were tiring, everyone collects the balls and packs up. Tobin scoots up behind you, lifting you up and placing you onto Christen’s back. You wrap your arms and legs around her, your head dropping onto her shoulder. You stick your tongue out at Tobin after she ruffles your hair, but you’re otherwise content.

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You had been dropped in your bathroom and given strict instructions to quickly shower. By the time you got out, there were pajamas sitting on the counter. You dried and dressed, brushing your damp hair and your teeth.

Exiting the bathroom, you see the door to your room propped open and about half the team already spread out across the beds and floors. Christen and Tobin weren’t there yet, so you plop onto Kelley.

Soon, everyone else enters the room and a debate about what movie to watch starts. For once, you don’t have much of an opinion. You’re warm, comfortable, and tired. You’ve ended up laying basically on top of Kelley, your head on her chest rising and falling as she breathes. Her hand is on your back, rubbing gentle circles.

As you hear a movie start playing in the background, the neckline of your shirt works its way into your mouth. As one does, you begin chewing on it distractedly, the sensation soothing. The repetition motion is pulling you further to sleep.

Seeing what you’re doing, Kelley reaches her arm out to get the attention of Christen from where she had settled next to you. She gently nods her head towards you, and watches as Christen gets the message and leans over to the bedside table. She pulls your shirt out of your mouth, quickly replacing it with a chew tube.

You had protested when she had originally presented them to you, claiming that you were neither a teething infant or a dog, so you didn’t need a chew toy. But she persisted, sick of your constantly chewed clothing and seemingly ever present wad of gum. Now, you don’t even hesitate when handed one- or, usually, it’s just stuck in your mouth.

The lights in the room are off, the soft glow from the tv serving as the only illumination. The low whispers from teammates and the chatter from the movie became white noise in the background. Kelley’s hand was still on your back, but she had switched to tracing your spine with her nails. One of your hands was holding onto her shirt, the other held firmly in Christen’s grasp. Your brain was quiet, your body was quiet, and you could sleep.

#uswnt players #uswnt imagine #uswnt x reader #womens soccer #woso imagines #reader insert #woso imagine #woso x reader #uswnt imagines #uswnt woso #uswntsoccer #uswnt fanfic #uswnt reader #woso soccer #woso fanfics #woso

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sweatpea016 · 6 months

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someone please write manuel ugarte fics plllssss 😣😣

#manuel ugarte #manuelugartexreader #ugarte #psg #psg Manuel ugarte #manuel ugarte x reader #psg x reader #mbappe #mbappe x reader #using all these tags so people see😣#footballer x reader #soccer player x reader #footballer fanfiction #fanfiction

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munsonsreputation · 6 months

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she's just too soft for all of it

steve harrington x fem!soccer player

word count: [2.2K]

warnings: warnings: no use of y/n, established relationship, mentions of reader being tough / mean to her teammates, cursing, fluff, stevie being a supportive bf, flirty steve & an even more flirty reader

summary: you're captain of hawkins soccer team, known for being a bit tough on your girls but stevie knows you're not a meanie -- you're really just too soft for all of it... or at least when it comes to him.

“Get it to-fucking-gether, Jackie! You’re fucking up the momentum.”

Your hands clapped sharply against each other, chest rising in order to catch your breath from the last play. But in that same breath, not wasting the precious time out using it to rally your teammates together.

It had been a brutal first half of the game, and the pressure was on. Everything was on the line for the chance to qualify for nationals and win it big for Hawkins High. It wasn’t the best performance all around for you or your team, but you were determined to get everyone on the same page in order to walk off the field victorious.

“Is she always this mean?” Dustin muttered, nudging Steve with his elbow.

Front row in the stands sat your boyfriend and your supportive friends. The home crowd surrounding them, keeping their eyes and ears peeled, trying to get a glimmer of what the captain had been shouting in the huddle.

For the people farther in the back they could only make out a few words over the noise and by your facial expression alone, they could you weren’t being the nicest — when it came to this type of pressure, there was no room to play nice captain anymore.

It was time to toughen your girls up and light the fire under their ass to get it together.

“Listen to me, we all need to start pulling our fucking weight! Pay attention to the goddamn ball and for fuck sake don’t let them slip you up!”

Steve didn’t tear his eyes away from you, watching as you tightened your ponytail with a snug pull before gesturing your hands towards the field, eyes darting between each of your teammates as you told them what worked during that last play and what needed to change.

He nudged the young boy back, eyes still on you as he shook his head, “She’s not being mean. She’s just doing what she has to do to get everyone on track.”

Sure, Steve wasn’t the basketball captain for long nor was he ever the leader that you were, but he knew a thing or two about getting everyone’s head in the game. Truth be told, Steve thought it was pretty cute when you asked him for a little advice to help you be the best captain you could be for your team.

He surely didn’t tell you to go cursing like a sailor….that was all you. But he loved it — it showed how passionate you were and how much you wanted this not only for yourself but for the entire team.

The red head Max butted in, poking at Dustin’s cheeks, “You can’t handle a little profanity? You know she’s a softie at heart. She never speaks to anyone like that when she isn’t on the field.”

Steve grinned, chuckling at the banter from the kids, something about the boys always getting cursed at but never El and Max because they were you favorites — he knew it was true, but it was fun hearing the girls pretend like they didn’t know it.

Mike scoffed, turning his attention back onto the field. “I don’t know why we’re even having this conversation right now when the only person she’s ever going to be soft for is Steve.”

“Maybe if you didn’t ditch your girlfriend for some stupid board game, my girl wouldn’t have to curse you out for being such a douche bag.” Steve reminded half-jokingly.

Laughter filled the already noisy bench until they heard a chorus of claps.

“Don’t fuck this up! If we can make this play, then we can take it home, got it?”

He watched as you patted the girls’ backs, shooting each of them a tight smile that others would read as passive aggressive, but it was far from that. It was stern yet loving, encouraging and sure that whatever was going to happen next was going to be okay — that you were proud of all of them for their hard work and there was always going to be a next time.

There was a harshness to you when it came to the sport you loved, but it was all for the greater good of making your teammates better and ensuring you always left the field winners in your heart…even if you didn’t get the score.

“Got it!” The girls all chorused around you before you all jogged back onto the field.

“C’mon baby,” Steve murmured to himself, elbows resting on his knees as he zeroed in on the game, leaning closer to make sure he didn’t miss a single second of it.

Green jerseys got into position, but the only one Steve was paying attention to was you. Even from your side profile, he can tell you still had that crease between your brows and your eyes were staring daggers through the opposing team.

Games days were intense ones, no matter if they were away or at home. You took each game seriously and nothing was going to throw off your focus, not even him, which is why he never took it personally when you didn’t wave hello to him when he and your friends arrived.

Still, he never missed out an opportunity to hoot from the sidelines as you warmed up, whistling a “That’s my baby!” every time you drove the ball into the net.

Even with your game mode on, he could see the smile and blush creeping up on your face followed by the giggles of the rest of your teammates teasing you.

But there was a sort of guilty pleasure that he felt when you were riled up and in the zone. It was the complete opposite of who you were when you weren’t on the field.

Off the field, you were the sweetest girl he’d ever known, so gentle and easy going. But out here, there was a completely different side to you, almost animalistic, stalking your prey, doing everything in your will power to tear them apart.

Was it bad that he wished he got to see that side of you more often than not?

“Let’s go, girls!” You shouted, nodding your head to yourself as the game resumed.

The brisk air floated across your skin while your feet picked up the pace. Eyes darting in all directions of the field, watching the ball carefully. Cleats dribbling the ball, back and forth and side to side, just waiting for the right moment to strike.

“I’m open, Nat!” you called out, sliding away from one of the girls on the other team, as the ball made its way towards you before you could even finish the sentence.

Your lungs take in a deep breath, trying to stabilize the rush in your veins. The only thing you’re listening for are the commands of your teammates and the encouraging whispers coming from the boy on the bleachers.

Even in a moment like this, where time seems to freeze, you can still make out his hushed cheering, careful not to throw you off focus, but he won’t — never does. In fact, you feel like it’s some sort of superpower when you’re in the zone and can still feel him in your bones.

An out-of-body experience, as you take the opening right when you see it, not letting a second go to waste as you scurry to the right, keeping the ball close, but never far enough to let it get away. It’s only a millisecond later that you seize that exact moment, swinging your foot back as your girl’s watch yours.

And like that, you knew it was up to skill…but Steve knew yours never failed.

His body shot out of the bleachers with his fists held up high before the ball even made it fully into the net because in his bones he knew.

“That’s my girl!” He shouted loudly.

The crowd erupt with claps and cheers all around him as the whistle blew, and the refs held their arms up, signaling the victory.

“Oh, my god!”

You spun around, jumping up and down as you felt your teammates surround you with a hug. Kisses to cheeks and curses of victories screamed in the best way possible. You instantly searched for Jackie, swinging your arms around her neck as you hugged her tight.

“Sorry for being a bitch,” you whispered in her ear, as you felt her laugh against your neck, hugging you impossibly tighter, “Your bitchiness got my head in the game, so thank you.”

“Good game,” and “thank you for the opportunity,” were exchanged with the girls on the opposing team. Sure, you had stalked them like your prey, but at the end the one thing you all had in common was the love for the game. And for that, it meant a lot getting to share the field with anyone who loved it as much as you did.

Only then, when made your way back to the sidelines, did your waist meet the hands of your biggest fan. A giggle escaped your lips as screeched, being lifted off your feet with kisses pressed all over your sweaty cheeks with no care in the world.

“You did incredible.” Steve beamed, cupping your face in his hands and finally laying one on your lips.

Quickly you pressed back, relishing in the feeling of something this rewarding after a game like that, “I can’t believe I did it.”

It’s quite endearing to see you in such disbelief while he knew you would be able to do it from the get go. Your cheeks are flushed red with excitement and your eyes are still wide like how you’d been out on the field watching the ball shoot into the goal.

He can’t help but pepper away those feelings of disbelief, replacing it with laughter and squeals as he continues laying kisses all over your face.

“Well, believe baby, because you’re going to nationals, and you’re gonna kick ass…again!”

You don’t try to stop him no matter how sweaty you are — you’ve gotten too used to these kisses and receiving them after a big win is just as special as the ones he gives you on any other given day.

“Did my score look cool?” You sought when he finally pulls back to stare at you once more.

“The coolest ever.” He smirks, squeezing your waist.

Steve says that about every goal and intends to until the end of time because every kick is the coolest.

“I hope they got it on tape so I could watch it back.” You say, jutting your chin out to the videographer up top on the bleachers.

“Hmm, I hope they got your little pep talk, too.” Steve teases, voice lifting.

You pout, raising a weak fist that meets his shoulder with no impact. You know I hate having to be mean.”

“I know, but it’s cute. They all know you’re just doing it to get their head in the game.”

“Yeah, I know… but I could get my head somewhere else, too.”

It’s your turn to wiggle your brows with a smirk while Steve’s cheeks go pink with a wide smile appearing on his features. There was a never dull moment between you both, not after a win, and surely not even after a loss.

“You just scored a winning goal and you’re trying to get into my pants already?” He accuses, shaking his head with feign disbelief.

You shrug your shoulders, tightening your arms around his neck to bring you closer to him.

“What can I say? I’m ready to celebrate my way.”

“Am I just an object for you?”

“Yup, an object of my affection and love that is.”

You press a kiss to his lips, letting go of all the pent up pressure from the game and leaving all that toughness on the field. When you’re with Steve, there’s no need to act mean or tough — no need to worry about winning or losing.

There’s a sense of peace when it’s just you two together — even out here on the crowded field where everyone is ogling their sights on the Hawkins so called bitchy soccer captain who actually isn’t such a thing.

Steve brings himself to pull away, patting the small of your back. “Go celebrate with your team you minx then I’ll take you home and we can have our own little celebration kay?”

“On it.” You give him a stern nod, spinning out of his arms and back towards your teammates who are already whistling and teasing you about lover boy.

It isn’t much longer until you’re hoisted up on the shoulders of your teammates and a chant starting to ring through the air.

Steve knows that you’re a winner every day on this field and off — but he also knows he’s one too when you’re the one he gets to call his girl.

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siriusly-parker · 1 year

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girlies… where are the football player’s fanfics?? c’mon this is the World Cup ✋😩 plz feed me some

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trentsgirl · 4 months

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⟡ summary: after being banned from the next match, jude decided to drown his sorrows in alcohol. as you accompanied him on his way home, he shared something with you.

⟡ notes: had this in my drafts over a year and i just had to get it out of there. i thought it was cute, but eh.

⟡ content: friends to lovers because who doesn’t love this trope 🫶🏻, very very fluffy, alcohol mention, jude is stupidly drunk here, reader is sober, around one thousand words, part two?

⟡ streaming: delicate by taylor swift.

⟡ masterlist, part one, part two.

strolling beside jude, he accidentally collided with you again, causing a burst of laughter that brought a warm smile to your face.

it was clear to anyone seeing jude that he was heavily intoxicated. as a consequence of being banned from the next game, he had decided to indulge in excessive drinking to the point where he could barely walk straight.

your arm was wrapped around his waist, while his rested on your shoulders. the scent of alcohol and the cologne enveloped you, creating a cozy and comforting feeling.

“jude,” you said with a grunt, struggling to maintain your balance. “i can’t keep walking like this... we’re going to end up falling.”

ignoring your concerns, jude continued his unsteady stride. it was only a matter of time before he stumbled, as you had anticipated.

without even attempting to assist him, you let go, aware that his strength would likely drag you down too.

“ow…” he muttered from the ground, resembling the idiot he is. you sighed, silently resolving never to let him consume such excessive amounts of alcohol again.

the streets were relatively empty, given the late hour, for which you were grateful. if anyone caught sight of jude in his current state, he would undoubtedly become the subject of jokes for weeks.

you lowered yourself to his level, feeling the ache in your feet from the heels you had worn all night. noticing a cut on his knee only added to your exasperation.

“jude, sometimes you act like a complete child.” you murmured quietly, helping the man you helplessly adored in supporting back onto his feet.

“knee… blood…” jude weakly pointed out the blood on his knee, his voice slurred and distant, indicating that he was on the verge of passing out. however, you knew you couldn’t take him home without tending to the cut first.

spotting a nearby shop a few steps away, you carefully guided jude and yourself towards it. settling him on a bench outside the shop, you assured him, “i’ll be right back.” not expecting much of a response.

as you turned to leave, jude grabbed your wrist, causing you to look back at him in confusion. his pouting lips and pleading eyes melted your heart, leaving you swooning at the adorable sight.

“don’t leave,” he pleaded, his voice barely audible. “i need you.”

you released a gentle sigh, a soft smile gracing your lips. aware that his intoxicated state might have influenced his words, you still couldn’t help the rapid beating of your hopeless heart.

“i won’t be gone for long, i promise.” you reassured him.

“pinky promise?” he questioned.

a laugh escaped you, causing jude to misconstrue it as mockery. he glared at you, extending his pinky finger and waiting for yours to join.

“alright, alright,” you composed yourself, intertwining your pinky finger with his.

after assuring jude that you would be back in five minutes, you entered the shop and swiftly purchased a pack of adhesive bandages.

unfortunately, the cashier happened to be a new employee and encountered some difficulties with the machine. as a result, when you returned to jude, he was sitting there with crossed arms.

“seven minutes and ten seconds,” he grumbled. “you took too long.”

supressing a laugh, aware that it would only annoy jude further, you sat down beside him on the bench, wearing an apologetic expression. “i’m sorry... but look what i got for you!”

jude’s pout vanished, replaced by sparkling eyes and a wide smile. “kinder bueno!” he exclaimed, swiftly snatching the chocolate from your hand.

taking advantage of his distraction, you carefully applied the bandage to his knee, despite the challenge of his constant twitching and movement.

“all done,” you proudly grinned, discarding the bandage wrappers into the nearby trash bin. “the bleeding has stopped, and i’m sure the cut will heal in a few days as it-”

your words trailed off as you noticed jude gazing at you with an unusual expression in his eyes. it was difficult to discern if it was shock, adoration, or infatuation that filled his gaze.

you looked at jude, puzzled, and asked, “are you okay?”

he took a moment to respond, and when he did, your eyes widened as your heart sank to the pit of your stomach:

“i love you.”

a disbelieving chuckle escaped your lips as you observed your intoxicated best friend. you knew better than to believe his words. after all, he was drunk.

moreover, you were his best friend – it was impossible.

“jude... it’s not funny. please don’t joke about something like that.” you murmured, your voice quiet and uncertain.

you stared at jude with furrowed brows as he vehemently denied, “i’m not joking, y/n. i love you, so much.”

the insistence and urgency in his voice sounded genuine, however, expressing his love while under the influence made it difficult to trust his words.

“jude.” you cautioned, hoping to dissuade him from continuing.

ignoring your warning, he persisted, “i am hopelessly, stupidly in love with you. you mean… everything to me, and i wish i had the courage to ask you out when we first met.”

you despised how easily you fell for his words, yearning for them to be true. countless nights, you prayed for jude to reciprocate your feelings, and now he was speaking what you had always longed to hear.

however, he was shit-faced drunk.

furthermore, whenever jude drank, he would become affectionate and cling to you, so you assumed his behavior was merely a result of alcohol coursing through his veins.

“alright, that's enough,” you announced, regaining your footing. “it’s getting late and you definitely need some rest.”

jude refused to accept your attempts to avoid his emotions. he acknowledged his drunken state, yet his feelings for you were ever present. he was simply too afraid to express them when sober.

he needed to convince you because he wouldn’t play games or deceive you about something like this.

“y/n,” jude pleaded, his desperate tone freezing you in place.

bridging the gap between you, he gently cupped your face with his warm hands, contrasting against your cold skin.

“i know i’m drunk and slur- slurring my words, but please believe me when i say i love you. i’ve loved you since the moment we met.”

you sighed, uncertainty still lingering within you.

“i want to hear you say that when you’re sober, jude,” you murmured softly, gazing deeply into his eyes with uncertainty.

jude could only groan in frustration, regretting every sip he had taken.

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