#~ Finally Xavi spoke

[sylusdarling]

Restless

Xavier x reader

✧What Xavier does when he can’t sleep

Content: Xavier x fem!reader, Somnophilia, thigh fucking

A/N: Finally a Xavy fic. I think it’s written in the stars that Xavier is a sleepy thigh fucker. Also not proofread like, i’m too tired

Xavier slowly started coming to. Cracking open his sleep filled eyes, he peeked at the curtains. He was still able to see the dark abyss of the sky through the slight crack meaning it wasn’t morning just yet.

After sex both Xavier and you fell sleep in each other’s sweaty arms deciding to leave the shower for tomorrow when you gained your energy back. Shifting in your sleep, you laid with your back pressed against Xavier’s chest. Your soft hair was splayed over the white pillow case as Xavier watched your body rise and fall with soft breaths.

He gazed at you, eyes filled with stars. You were his gorgeous girlfriend and you looked so soft and sweet as you laid there in a bliss filled sleep. Just a few hours ago your eyes were filled with tears and your voice was giving out as you withered underneath your boyfriend. God, wasn’t that a site Xavier loved. But he also loved this version of you too, peacefully sleeping looking like a still photograph.

Leaning in, Xavier planted a soft kiss to your bare nape which resulted in a soft shiver to wrack your body. Once more, he leaned in. This time sucking on your neck, leaving a purple mark as he pulled away. This time a small moan left your lips. Your moans were the prettiest things to ever grace his ears. A singular moan of yours shouldn’t have affected him this bad but Xavier felt his cock begin to stir once more.

He took a deep breath and exhaled as an attempt to calm himself, he even shut his eyes trying to ignore the ache and go back to sleep. But after countless minutes of throbbing and aching he opened his eyes again.

Softly pulling the covers back down, he eyed your soft body. His eyes paused on your plush thighs. No, he couldn’t. But maybe he could? You did give him your explicit consent saying he was allowed to use your body even while asleep but he felt like a pervert for even thinking about it.

He contemplated it for a moment before the ache clouded his mind. With one hand he spread apart your thighs just enough to slot his cock between them. Your thighs clamped down once he let go and your warmth enveloped him. A soft sigh left his mouth. He began to softly rut his hips attempting to not wake you. Your thighs felt so good around his cock. Pleasure quickly took over. He nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck and he slowly began to pick up speed. Beads of milky precum dripped from his cock and ran down your thighs. Moving his hand around, Xavier snaked his hands between your legs. He smirked when he felt how wet you were even in your sleep.

“Your body knows my touch by now, doesn’t it honey? Even while you’re asleep you’re this wet.” He whispered out into the quiet room.

His fingers circled your clit and his hips continued to rub himself using your thighs. A rosy tone covered your cheeks and soft “Mms” and “Ahs” escaped your mouth. Your sleeping body squirmed at his touch.

“Can’t believe you can sleep through this.” Xavier thought.

Xavier’s skin got hotter with each thrust, he felt as if he was burning. His thrusts became sloppy and the circles to your clit were uncoordinated.

“Fuck. So good baby.” He huffed out into your ear. Between your thighs was now soaked with a mix of his precum and your own slick.

Xavier noticed how your body stiffened and a sleepy cry came from your mouth. You just came around his fingers in your sleep. Fuck, that was so hot.

“F-fuck. Hah- cumming. Im cumming honey…”

Strings of milky white shot onto your thighs painting them so prettily.

Xavier noticed the small moan you let out and how your eyes began to crack open. “Xavier honey?” Your voice laced with sleep still. Placing his hand over your eyes he spoke, “Shh, go back to sleep. I’ll clean you all up.” A small ‘mm’ was heard before your breath evened out once more.

Climbing out of bed he grabbed some of the baby wipes that sat on your dresser for times like this where it called for a quick clean up. The cool wipe roamed your body. Once he decided the job was satisfactory he climbed back into bed. He pulled the covers up and leaned over to kiss you on the cheek before curling back up into your warm body.

Xavier once again fell asleep with his arms wrapped around you and your legs entwined.

[roordismo]

winners love winning - alexia putellas

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Warnings: suggestive MDNI 18+

Wordcount: ~1.1k

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You had been a barca fan as long as you could remember, being mesmerised by the likes of Iniesta and Xavi quickly turned into being a big fan of Vicky Losada and Mariona Caldentey. So when they came knocking on your door, it was an offer you simply couldn't refuse. You settled in easily, barcelona had always been your number one holiday destination and you were quickly growing fond of the team. However you liked your captain a little more than you probably should. The two of you met during an international game, swapping shirts after you lost the game, it made the loss a little easier to take. And now, she was shining for barca, playing like she always used to. She had a certain charm and you’d be flat-out lying if you said you weren’t attracted to her.

"We're going out tonight at Razzmatazz right?" You asked, as you were trying on another top. You were at Claudia's apartment with Patri and Cata, getting yourselfs ready before meeting the rest at the club. "Yes we are and your girlfriend ale, is also tagging along this time, please try to not to stare as much this time" Patri said, rolling your eyes at her comment. She teased you endlessly ever since she found about your thing for the captain. You were trying to show her a meme you saved in your tiktok favourites, but instead an edit of alexia popped up on your screen. "She's not my girlfriend, asshole" you responded whilst taking another shot. Pre-drinks at Claudia's were the usual every time you went out, it was their, and now also your way of getting ready. "We all know you wish she was" Cata mumbled, leaving you speechless looking redder than a tomato. They were planning on getting wasted and so were you, the already few days of vacation were gonna be spent on having the best time possible. First you were going out, then spending the remaining days on a group holiday, somewhere away from the public eye, preferably in Spain, before all leaving for the international break.

A few drinks in, they decided it was better to walk, the club wasn't that far away after all and some fresh air wouldn't hurt. "Mira, no more okay? Sé que todas son bromas, pero no quiero arruinar la amistad" you said in a half-whisper, holding the door open for the rest to come in. (Look, i know it's all jokes, but i don't want to ruin the friendship) You had been working on your Spanish, not feeling entirely comfortable, but it being good enough to hold proper conversations with your teammates. Unsurprisingly, Alexia was the first one you greeted "Ale! You finally stopped being boring for once!" Earning you a laugh from your captain, if only she knew how much you loved it. She was wearing quite a simple outfit, a top with a blazer and a pair of jeans, yet she still looked otherworldly. Resting your gaze onto her as she spoke to Ingrid and Mapi, your phone pinged:

- Patri: just kiss her already jesus

- me: callate, hdp (shut up, asshole)

You went back to your conversation with your captain, who was also having a conversation about the ballon d'or. It took less than a minute before your phone pinged again:

- Cata: stop eyefucking her pleaseeeee

This time you chose to ignore it, instead you sat down next to Esmee and Kika, who were talking about their holiday plans.

- you were added to "15 × 11"

You sighed, alexias and your numbers in the squad, this was in fact gonna go on the whole night.

- Clau: we've got an offer for you

- if you get with her before we leave, we'll pay for your drinks

- Cata: and if you go home with her to play cards ;) we'll also pay for your share of the group holidays

- me: i'll do it. But to make it clear, it's cause i want her, not the money.

I went up to talk to them, before shooting my shot. "I hate you guys", you said. "No you don't." Claudia responded as you walked away. You needed a drink first before you were shooting your shot. "2 shots porfa" planning on giving one to the Catalan woman. As you were giving her the glass you said "Ale, quieres bailar? Cata said you were being boring and "mature" as always, wanna prove her wrong?" This was your one chance and you weren't gonna waste a second. The music was getting louder and you weren't leaving much room for Jesus. "Que guapa eres..." (you're so hot) she breathed out, her hand tracing along your arm. "What did you say?" You asked, playing innocent even though you heard her loud and clear. "Nada, amor, nada." (Nothing, love, nothing) She turned you around, working your back into her, when you felt your phone buzzing again.

- Patri: perrear??? Se te ve la cabeza??? (grinding??? Have you lost your mind???)

“Jesus, you’re insane” you heard her mutter from behind you. It was just a matter of time before she’d give in. She pulled you away from the people into a bathroom stall, locking lips before the door even closed, her hands all over you. You kissed her back fiercely, yet letting her take control. As she kept you pinned to the thin bathroom wall, her hands started wandering. However you were snapped back to reality when you heard your phone ring.

- 15x11 is calling (videocall)

Groaning as you looked at your screen, you picked up. “What do you guys want this time?” you asked, clearly annoyed your moment got interrupted and trying to show as little of the Catalan woman next to you as possible. “We thought we lost you”, it was obvious they had seen you leave with Alexia, “but given you left with a certain someone, we think you’re all good”, they laughed, earning the finger. “amor, we’ve got some unfinished business, don’t you think?” she smiled against your lips, her hand moving along your spine. “we really do,” you replied, pressing your lips to hers once more. “My apartment it is”, as she moved away to get out of the bathroom. “We’re leaving guys!” You screamt, looking to see if your friends could hear you, as alexia was saying her goodbyes to the others.

- me: i got the girl, winners love winning

You texted, smiling whilst entering your captain's apartment. Both eager to get back to what you started.

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[httpsdana]

Request: 148 Héctor Fort

Only Yours~Héctor Fort

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

completely devastated after yesterday's match with Pedri and Frenkie injured. We can't seem to get a break unfortunately :( anyways enjoy <3

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148-"I don't fucking care you're supposed to be mine."

This takes place after the barca/villareal match (i died that day)

The disappointing match has finally ended. Barca losing 5-3 to the 15th place Villareal. Hector has played an amazing match, starting with the team and later on being subbed off.

The whole team was devastated, not only them but also the fans were frustrated. y/n knew Hector would be fuming, so she kept a note to herself to measure her words before speaking.

Walking down to the tunnel, she just wanted to check on Hector before he goes to the lockers where the team will probably have a small meeting.

She stood in the tunnel as the players started walking down, greeting politely the ones she knew, before her favorite player (after Hector ofc) appeared. Pedri smiled at slightly, walking to greet her.

"hola hermosa. how are you?" he asked with his usual charming smile, that seemed a bit upset this time.

y/n blushed slightly at the nickname, before waking herself from her trance, and smiling at him.

"I'm good. nice goal out there. shame it didn't end like we wanted" she said, while he nodded sorrow taking over his features

"yeah...not how we wanted it, but we'll come back I'm sure" he gave her an encouraging smile

She nodded, agreeing with his statement. They stood in silence for a while, before Pedri spoke up again.

"waiting for Hector I assume?" he asked, while she nodded and mumbled a small yes, glancing over his shoulder to see if he arrived.

"well I'm gonna go now. it was nice talking to you" he gave her a small hug before he flashed a smile and walked down the tunnel.

As Pedri disappeared, Hector stood on the top of the tunnel, rage taking over his eyes and face. y/n assumed it was because of the match, little did she know Hector had seen every interaction she had wit his teammate, and let the jealousy take over.

"hi amor. you did so good today" she mumbled, wrapping her arms around his neck. Instead of his usual hug, he just put a hand on her back and pulled away.

"I have to go. we have a small meeting" he avoided her eyes and started to walk away

"I'll wait in the car" she said in a high voice.

He didn't say anything and kept walking down the tunnel. She felt something off about him, but brushed it off and started her small walk to where she had parked her car.

After about 15 minutes of waiting, Hector arrived, seemingly taking a shower already. He opened the passenger door and got in his seat, not saying a word. When y/n opened her mouth to say something, he beat her to it.

"Xavi is leaving at the end of the season" he mumbled, crossing his arms around his chest. y/n was left in shock, not expecting it. Xavi means a lot to Hector because of the opportunity he gave to him with the first team. What y/n didn't know was that Hector's anger wasn't because of Xavi.

The drive home was silent, the tension between the two can be cut with a knife. When they arrived home, Hector was quick to leave the car and slam the door behind him. y/n rolled her eyes and followed him inside.

"so what's with your mood swings now?" she stood in front of him with her arms crossed

"you're talking about my mood swings? why don't you talk about your flirting with my teammates huh?" he said angrily, standing up from the couch he was sitting on

"what the fuck are you talking about?" she said back in the same tone

"did you think I didn't see you with Pedri? I saw every interaction between you too, and you were enjoying it way too much" he rambled, his voice loud and angry.

y/n stood for a second taking in what he said, she did nothing wrong with Pedri but knowing Hector he got jealous over anything.

"really Hector? you're jealous of your teammate? me and him are friends and you know it. YOU were the one who introduced us, why so jealous now then huh?" she raised her eyebrow waiting for his answer

"I don't fucking care you're supposed to be mine." he said through gritted teeth, his jaw clenching while he stood close to her, looking down at her frame that seemed shorter than his

"I'm dating you not him Hector. grow the fuck up please. talk to me when you realize how stupid all this was" she said calmly, leaving him in the living room while she left to the bedroom.

After about 10 minutes, Hector made y/n and himself some tea and took their mugs to the room. He knocked on the door with his foot before pushing the door open.

''hey baby...I made you some tea" he said in a low voice, walking to her side of the bed. She was reading a book, so she closed it and took the mug from him.

"thank you" she mumbled

"I'm sorry for the scene I made. I was already fuming after the match and I guess seeing you with Pedri just made me angrier. I didn't mean for it to end like this and I don't wanna sleep knowing you're still mad at me." he said sincerely, reaching over to brush some hair from her face. She smiled at his apology, kissing the hand on her face and reaching over to hug him

"it's okay babe, just don't do it again. I wouldn't leave you for anyone else. I love you too much to do that" she smiled, him smiling wider

He pressed a kiss on her lips and sat next to her enjoying their cup of tea with some chit chats

[horoscope1078]

:D

Gavi had done many difficult things in his life. He had faced aggressive defenders, played under pressure in front of thousands, and even survived a scolding from Xavi. But none of that compared to the challenge he was currently facing, teaching you how to drive.

“Alright.” Gavi said, sitting in the passenger seat of his car with his arms crossed. “Are you ready?”

You nodded enthusiastically. “Totally!”

He squinted at you. “Are you sure? Because driving is serious. You can’t just press random buttons and hope for the best.”

You rolled your eyes. “I know that, Pablo.”

“Do you, though?” he muttered under his breath before straightening up. “Ok, first step. Adjust your seat and mirrors.”

You reached for the rearview mirror and turned it. “Like this?”

Gavi blinked. “Did you just... did you just move the mirror so you can see yourself?”

“Well, yea. I need to make sure I look ok while driving.”

He groaned, already regretting his life choices. “The mirror is for seeing the road, not admiring yourself like it’s selfie mode.”

“Relax, Mr. Serious.” you teased, fixing the mirror.

Gavi took a deep breath. “Ok, now put your hands on the wheel. Both hands. Properly.”

You lazily placed your hands on the wheel in a way that made him nearly combust. “Not like you’re holding a baguette! Ten and two, like this!” He grabbed your hands and adjusted them himself, muttering something about no respect for the art of driving.

You bit back a smile. “You’re very passionate about this.”

“Of course I am! I take things seriously.” he said, puffing his chest out.

You rolled your eyes. “Alright, what’s next, driving instructor?”

“Now, put your foot on the brake and shift to drive.” Gavi instructed.

You did. Or at least, you tried to.

“Pablo… the stick thing won’t move.”

“Because your foot isn’t on the brake.” he deadpanned.

“Ohh...” you said, nodding like you had just discovered gravity.

Gavi smacked his forehead. “This is going to be a long day.”

After finally getting the car into gear, you pressed down on the accelerator. The car lurched forward, sending Gavi’s soul flying out of his body.

“TOO FAST! TOO FAST! BRAKE, BRAKE, BRAKE!” he shouted, gripping the door handle for dear life.

You slammed on the brakes, and Gavi nearly flew through the windshield. He took a shaky breath, staring ahead like he had seen his life flash before his eyes. “Are you… trying to kill me?”

You giggled. “Sorry, I got excited.”

“Excited? THIS ISN’T A GO-KART!” Gavi placed a hand on his chest. “You need to start slow. Like, gentle. Like you’re caressing a baby’s cheek. Not like you’re launching a rocket.”

“Ok, ok, got it.” you said, biting your lip to stop from laughing at how dramatic he was being.

You tried again. This time, you pressed the gas pedal gently, and the car moved at a reasonable speed. Gavi let out a sigh of relief.

“There we go. That’s more like it.” he muttered.

You drove in silence for a moment before you spoke again. “Hey, Pablo?”

“Hm?”

“What does this button do?”

Before he could stop you, you pressed a random button on the dashboard. BEEP BEEP! The car’s emergency lights started flashing, the windshield wipers went crazy, and the radio blasted a dramatic Spanish love song.

Gavi nearly jumped out of his seat. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING? WHY ARE YOU TOUCHING BUTTONS?”

“I was curious!” you defended, frantically trying to turn everything off.

“Curiosity is how people die, cariño.” he groaned, pressing the buttons himself to fix the chaos. “DO NOT touch anything unless I tell you to.”

“Fine, fine.” you said, holding up your hands. “No more buttons.”

After a while, Gavi calmed down enough to let you drive a little faster.

“You’re doing alright now.” he admitted.

“See? I’m a natural.”

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.” he mumbled. “Turn right up ahead.”

You nodded, signalling for the turn. But instead of slowing down, you sped up.

Gavi’s eyes widened. “BRAKE! BRAKE BEFORE THE TURN!”

“Oops...” you gasped, slamming the brake at the last second. The car made the turn, but it was anything but smooth.

Gavi clutched his seatbelt, his entire body tense. “This is worse than playing against Real Madrid.” he muttered under his breath.

You gave him an innocent smile. “You’re being so dramatic.”

“I AM NOT DRAMATIC!” he barked, before realising how loud he was. He took a deep breath. “Ok. Maybe a little.”

You kept driving, and you actually started improving. Gavi was just beginning to relax when...

“PABLO, THERE’S A DOG!”

You slammed the brakes so suddenly that Gavi practically flew into the dashboard.

“AY DIOS MÍO, WHAT NOW?” he cried.

You pointed to the side of the road. A small dog was standing there, wagging its tail.

“IT’S NOT EVEN ON THE ROAD!” Gavi yelled.

“But what if it was? Better safe than sorry!”

Gavi let out a groan of despair, dragging his hands down his face. “I swear, this is taking years off my life.”

After what felt like an eternity, you finally made it back to where you started. You parked the car after Gavi had to correct you three times, and turned to him with a big smile.

“So? How did I do?” you asked excitedly.

Gavi just stared at you, his hair messier than usual from all the stress. “I need therapy.”

You burst out laughing. “Oh, come on! I wasn’t that bad.”

“You were terrible.” he said, shaking his head. “I deserve a trophy for surviving this lesson.”

You leaned over and kissed his cheek. “Gracias, mi instructor guapo.”

His ears turned red, and suddenly, all his frustration vanished. He cleared his throat, looking away. “Well… you still suck at driving, but at least you have good taste.”

You giggled, squeezing his hand. “So, same time next week?”

Gavi’s face went pale. “Next week? Oh no, I’m never doing this again. Ever.”

You just laughed, knowing full well that he totally will.

[linamromero]

𝐀 𝐋𝐀 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋.

𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐢 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐣𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐨 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘯𝘫𝘶𝘳𝘺.

…

it all depended on today.

today you played chelsea in the second leg of the liga de campeonas. the first leg didn’t go to plan but you and the team hope to turn it around in london, to get to the final in bilbao.

you and your fiancée patri were heading down to the conference room where joan laporta and xavi puig were waiting to speak to the team before you left for the stadium.

you looked out of the hotel room window to see some fans waiting outside for you which left a faint smile on your face.

the both of you sat at a table, mariona beside you and mapi beside patri. He told us how proud of you he was and that you were going to go out and win.

patri reached for your hand under the table, she clearly knew something was up. you brushed your thumb over her knuckles to reassure her that you were fine. you were just worried about the match, it could decided whether barcelona get to the final or knocked out.

you left the conference room, hugging and shaking hands with joan and xavi on the way out. patri and you returned to your hotel room to collect your luggage to put on the coach.

“hey bonita.” patri softly spoke, taking her hands into yours.

“hey cariño.” a smile broke out on your face, you could never not smile at your fiancée.

“how are you feeling.”

“i’m okay it’s just nerves.” you looked up at her, your eyes big.

“we just have to play our best.” she replied lifting your chin up with her index finger.

“sí, te quiero.” you mumbled into her lips as she dropped her soft lips on to yours.

the both of your wheeled your luggage downstairs into the reception of the hotel, you could hear the fans calling your names. “y/n! y/n, por favor firme!”

you took a photo with the two young children, signing their books. you found out that they had come all the way from palma which is where patri is from.

“patri.” you signalled her to come over and take a photo with the children.

“y/n! please sign!” an english girl called.

“hi are you okay.” she didn’t respond but handed you a pen, “you look a bit overwhelmed nena, everything okay?”

“i’m sorry i’m just in shock, you and patri are my favourite players.”

“Awh mi corazón, what is your name?” you asked her.

“i’m georgia, but gee is fine.” she smiled up at you.

“okay gee, would you like a photo?”

“can i have a photo with you and patri?” she pleaded.

“of course you can.” you grinned.

her friend took her phone and snapped a photo of the three of you, “thank you so much, i appreciate you!”

“your welcome.” you gave her a hug.

patri gave you ass a slight slap as you got on the bus, which you gave her a glare. she sat next to you intertwining her hand with yours kissing your knuckles.

you rested your head on her shoulder slotting your AirPods in your ears playing your shared playlist on spotify. the busy streets of london flicked by, you could see chelsea and barcelona shirts adorning fans as they walked to stamford bridge.

chantaje by shakira and maluma began to play. this was yours and patri’s song as it was the song you dirty danced to in manuelas when you first got together six years ago.

the coach arrived outside the back of the stadium, more fans congregated waiting for the team. this time you wanted to concentrate so you didn’t stop you just smiled at them and walked in going to the dressing room.

“you okay cariño.” patri spoke coming over to you, her locker opposite yours.

“sí, tú?” you replied putting your bag down.

“sí, te quiero.”

…

it was finally time for the match, the team were getting ready to go and warm up, “y/n do you have your hairspray?” mariona asked with a wink.

“yes, here.” you handed it to your fellow teammate.

patri eyed you from her locker as you interacted with mariona. you bit your lip as you looked at your fiancée, she signalled with her finger for you to come over to her. you threw your training shirt on and slowly walked over to her.

“what are you doing cariño.” she hummed into your ear, roughly pulling you onto her lap.

“she just wanted some hairspray pats.” you rolled your eyes.

“yes but she was flirting with you.”

“and your my fiancée.” you raised a brow, lifting her hand kissing just below her engagement ring.

you pecked her lips, jumping off her lap going to you own locker to put your shin pads and socks on. you put your boots on and got ready to go out onto the pitch.

a lot of fans were already filling the stadium, a massive cheer sounded as you all ran out which reassured you a little bit. you gathered in a circle to begin some dynamic stretches, patri stood opposite you again. her face was in the zone she was ready for this match much like you were.

the team all broke off to do some ball work, you worked with your fiancée of course. she would kick the ball to you and you would practice your shots and the goalkeepers would practice their saves.

after a while the teams returned to their dressing rooms before kick off. you changed into your match shirt before approaching patri who was captaining until alexia was subbed on.

“buenas suerte corazón.” you half smiled.

“y tú mi vida, te quiero mucho.” she kissed your lips softly.

“te quiero mucho.”

the team then lined up in the tunnel, the mascots standing by your side excited to be walking out with such players, “hi y/n”

“hi are you okay.” you checked on the young girl with a big smile.

“i’m okay, barcelona are going to win.” she beamed.

“i hope so, any score predictions.” you replied luckily she was spanish.

“2-0 to barcelona.”

“if it is 2-0 to barcelona i’ll come and find you at the end of the game and give you my shirt signed, how does that sound?” you said holding her hand.

“oh wow thank you so much!” she giddly jumped up and down.

“your welcome now let’s go!” you followed mariona out of the tunnel as the champions league anthem began to play.

you watched your fiancée lead the team out, exchanging pennants with erin cuthbert the chelsea captain, god she looked hot when she was concentrating.

the team photo was taken, patri’s arm had a firm grip around your waist as it was taken, “patri bebita.”

“qué?” she said her grip tightening a little bit more.

“why so tight.” you pouted.

“because your mine.” patri grunted pulling you close into a hug.

you walked to your position to start, taking the knee before kick off. the whole team knew that this would be a difficult match but they just needed to get a few goals to go through.

as the game progressed, barcelona had been awarded a corner which you took. you passed it to salma who shot in the box but it got blocked away, luckily it landed at patri’s feet who passed it to lucy which she sent in but got passed away to you. you took the opportunity to strike but the keeper saved it.

patri had the ball again, she kicked to aitana who was in the box. aitana kicked it just before the opposition took the ball from her managing to get it in the bottom left corner.

“VAMOS!” you screamed running cover to aitana picking her up.

the team swarmed hugging everyone, “increíble!” patri said high fiving everyone.

the second half came around quickly, you were excited for this next half. you desperately wanted to get a goal or two so that the team would get to the final.

yet again barcelona had another chance, aitana passed the ball to patri. she tried to dribble with it but a chelsea player stood on her shin and foot with her boot trying to intercept. patri went down to the floor holding her foot.

“ay dios!” you shouted at the player, you kept shouting at her in spanish which you knew she didn’t understand by her body language, “por qué puta.” you spat.

“patri corazón?” you crouched by her side. all you got was a whine in response, “hey hey bebita, vamos let’s walk it off.” you picked her up walking across the pitch as you saw the girl got a second yellow card.

later on, patri passed a shot into space for you which you sent in and salma got her foot on it but it went a little too high. lots of chances came about but just weren’t executed correctly due to chelsea’s defence.

ingrid switched the ball over to you, you began to dribble with it running into the penalty area. lauren james came to your side, sweeping your legs out from underneath you. she was on the floor herself and made out that you were being overdramatic.

she then got up stamping hard on your lower back, you felt her studs piercing through your skin. your yelp caused patri to run over to you as you clutched your back.

patri went straight over to lauren pushing her and angrily shouting, “pats stop!” you croaked.

ona came to your side signalling for the medics to come, “ona tell her to stop por favor, patri she’ll get sent off too.”

irene pulled patri away from lauren, who’d received a red card for her actions. you bunched your shirt up to soak the blood up but it wasn’t working. the medics approached you with a stretcher, you knew your champions league dreams had come to an end.

you had to be lifted to lay on your back to let the blood come out to get rid of any potential infection. you waved to the crowd to let them know you were in good hands and you were okay.

you could see the worried look of your fiancée’s face who was stood on the pitch, tears in her eyes. you got rushed to the medical room, whimpers and cries still filled the air as the put you on an examination table.

“right y/n we are going to have to take your shirt off now is that okay?” one of the medical nurses spoke.

you nodded as they peeled the blood stained shirt off your rather limp body. they cleaned up the blood, and patched you up where her boot imprinted your skin. the medics said that you would be unavailable to play for 3-4 weeks, it depended on how quickly your back healed.

full time came around and your fiancée came rushing into the medical room, “hey soldado!”

“hey pats.” you smiled to see your future wife, “how did we do.”

her face fell as soon as those words came out of your mouth, “we um WON!” she exclaimed.

“you had me for a second there!” you clutched your chest.

“after your injury we got a penalty that frido scored.” she told you.

“a la final!” you cheered.

“sí but how are you doing?” patri sat beside you on your bed.

“i’m fine i just can play for 3-4 weeks as my back is still a bit delicate.”

“oh good, i’ll have to be nurse patri.” she said placing her hand on your thigh, “are you able to come out and celebrate?”

“yes i should think so but can you grab my coat out of my locker.”

“of course, your my top priority.” she grinned helping you off the bed.

you were changed into your barcelona tracksuit and your dunks when patri handed you your barcelona puffer jacket. she held your hand as you came back out into the stadium, the remaining fans erupting into cheer.

“a la final.” you mumbled against patri’s lips.

“a la final.” she kissed you, “wait i told a girl that i would give her my shirt if it was 0-2, but my shirt is ruined.”

“y/n we have your spare one, give her that.” patri reassured you.

“oh yes, your a life saver!” you kissed her.

you signed the shirt and went to find her with patri by your side. she was sat front row with her parents, “y/n!”

“hey nena, here is my shirt i had to give you a clean one because of my injury it was all bloody but this is still a match shirt.”

“thank you! thank you!” she gushed, as you picked her up.

“hopefully you’ll be in bilbao!”

“i will be.” she grinned holding the shirt close to her chest.

“i can’t wait to make you my wife.” patri smiled down at you.

…

[meazalykov]

Good Game, Sal

Salma Paralluelo x Barca!Reader

summary: are they enemies, or lovers?

Salma Paralluelo and I, both rising stars of Barcelona's Femeni team, shared more than just a common jersey; we shared a rivalry that burned hotter than the Catalan sun on a July afternoon.

Salma, with her quick footwork and innate goal-scoring abilities, was a product of La Masia, Barcelona's renowned youth academy. Her journey to the top seemed paved with gold, crowned by her recent triumph in the World Cup with the Spanish national team. Me, on the other hand, hailed from a humbled path, I considered my talent raw and untamed, molded through sheer determination and grit.

Growing up in the United States, I’ve played through many unknown summer leagues, clubs mainly filled with boys, school teams, and futsal in the winter months before I put the pen on paper with Washington Spirit at the age of 15. 

After four great years with building my talent, creating new friendships, and enjoying my life in the United States Capital, my contract was expiring. 

Washington Spirit offered me a renewal, but Barcelona contacted my agent with a proposal that sent my jaw dropping to the floor. The Catalan Club was my dream club while growing up. I’ve admired Alexia Putellas, Ronaldinho, Messi, and Xavi for years. So I followed my heart and denied another four years in Washington DC, so I can accomplish my dream. 

However, I had to put in hard work when I arrived in Barcelona. This challenge was needed, since the challenge to score on the pitch fuels my passion. However, I didn’t expect a rivalry to happen WITHIN the club rather than the opponents I’ve played against.

First, it was a constant competition for playing time. Overtime, I’ve thought that I harbored a deep-seated resentment towards Salma, envying her success, her effortless grace on the pitch. 

Against Madrid CFF, my debut game in September, I scored a brace that drove the club to win 4-0. Afterwards, I’ve held a record for scoring at least once in a game I’ve had minutes in. 

However, Salma seemed to have the upper hand when it came to having a start. I had to swallow my pride every time I had to be her 67th minute substitute. She always hugged me when she would come off, but my body would tense up everytime. Nobody noticed the small resentment for her, except for Salma herself. She started to piece small things together. 

“You did great today Niña, I'm impressed by your dribbling and speed in training.” Alexia, or my captain Ale, patted me on the back as we headed into the locker rooms after training. A few days ago, we won the Champions League semi-final against Chelsea. Thanks to a goal from Aitana, Fridolina, and I. 

Alexia was a huge advocate for me which made my heart melt. I’ve admired her as a fan but now I am her teammate, so I express my gratitude to her whenever its possible. 

“Thank you. I learn from the best people surrounding me.” I smirked and Alexia breathed out a chuckle. Something the girls noticed when I came to the club is how much I’ll compliment or support people on their skills. Aitana said that I've been a light in the dressing room when it comes to boosting morale. This is a reason why people don’t notice a small resentment I held for a-certain-someone on the team. 

“Well, Don’t get your hopes up when I say this— but Jona might consider you as a starter for the final— Don’t take that as a guarantee, but your speed will be needed against Lyon's defense” Alexia’s Spanish accent poked through as she held onto my shoulder. The Spanish are very affectionate. 

“I won’t get my hopes up— I do take that as a compliment though.” I said. 

“Good. We’ve been looking between you and Salma as the third forward in the finale. Since Frido and Caro will have the left and right wing.” Alexia spoke. I felt my stomach turn at her name. Aware that I will have to work harder in training to start in the final, I know Salma will do the same thing. 

A week later, my “animosity” towards Salma only intensified when I discovered that Salma will start in the final over me as a striker. Back at my apartment, I’ve cried myself to sleep. I’ve worked hard in training. My tears represented the fear that nobody is seeing the skills and potential I have. 

“Hey Y/n” As I walked out the locker room after training one morning, I turned around and saw Salma approaching me. My eyes widened and I turned to walk away in a hurry. 

“Hi.” I said quickly as Salma continued to walk beside me. What did she want? 

“We should go watch The Challengers movie with Esmee on our day off Sunday. I know you both used to play tennis and such, it looks like a great movie.” Salma hesitantly spoke. My eyebrows knitted together at what she said. I did play tennis for a few years in middle school back in America, but as a hobby not a sport. Esmee told me that she could’ve gone professional at tennis in the Netherlands but chose football instead. The Dutch girl is the only person that knew about my old tennis hobby, so she had to have told Salma about it. 

“Um–” I say as we both pushed the glass doors outside into the parking lot. As much as I wanted to say no, express to Salma how much I've resented her, and drive home.. I couldn’t. I felt my heart ache as I looked at the girl who had a shy smile. Wait– huh? Why am I doing that?

“I–I can go with you guys–Just have Esmee text me the details when you guys decide the time.” I said before walking away to my black SUV, my emotions not handling what Salma might’ve said or reacted to my acceptance. 

The last few days before Sunday came along. I’ve talked to my best friend, Isla, about everything. She doesn’t live in Spain, since she plays football for Gotham FC, but she had a clear understanding about the community.

After my rant which lasted an hour, Isla said something which made my heart stop for a quick second. 

“Are you sure that you hate Salma?” Isla asked over the facetime call. 

“Well-No! I don’t hate anybody, I just hate how big of an advantage she has over me.” 

“Oh– because it sounds like you’re in love with her–” 

“Excuse me?” 

“Well the way you’ve talked about Salma reminds me of how I started off with Esther here at Gotham. However it was the other way around. She was in love with me but refused to accept it– so she found reasons to try and hate me instead before she was forced to confront the truth.” 

That part of the conversation replayed in my mind for the last few days. Throughout training, throughout the game against Granada that won us the league, it replayed non-stop. It didn’t distract me but I couldn’t look at Salma without questioning if I am in love with her. A subtle shift began to take place within my heart, even if I didn’t want it to happen.

Salma started noticing the small things too. After the Granada game which granted us Liga F champions, she noticed when I wrapped my arm around her and Esmee as we jumped around in the red-colored locker rooms. I’ve noticed that as I started to slowly accept my possible feelings for her, my “resentment” faded away with it. 

“Good game, Sal.” I whispered in her ear as everyone posed for a group picture in our “Liga F Champions” shirts. She looked at me with widened eyes before smiling softly.

I found herself drawn to the challenge Salma posed as the Champions League final was coming up. Salma always craved the intensity of their encounters, the adrenaline rush of chasing victory side by side with her rival, just like I did.

By Sunday, the day where Salma Esmee and I will go to the movie theaters, I've accepted it—I finally realized the truth that had been staring me in the face all along. Due to past heartbreak, I didn’t want to fall in love again but here I am in Spain. As I stood in the mirror, looking at the nice casual outfit I've put on (imagine what outfit you want, reader <3) I knew with absolute certainty that what I’ve felt went beyond rivalry with Salma, beyond competition.

It was love.

In that moment of clarity, my resentment melted away. I knew that I couldn't keep denying her feelings any longer, but a fear started to grow inside of my heart. What if it's too late? 

Salma did notice my resentment towards her. There were times where I’ve blown her off because of that. I couldn’t blame her if she started to hate me for what I've done to her. 

Four hours later, The Challengers movie ended. I’ve sat in-between Esmee (on my left) and Salma (on my right) in the movie theater. The movie was good but I had the urge to look at Salma at times. Once, I looked down at her hand that wasn’t too far from mine. As much as I wanted to reach to hold her soft hands, I couldn’t do it. What if she pulled away? What if things would’ve been awkward between us? I didn’t risk it. 

When we hugged Esmee as she left the theater, it was Salma and I in the parking lot. I could’ve said bye and left too, but Salma wanted to say something to me. Esmee and her gave each other an unknowing glance, so I believe Esmee might know what Salma is feeling. 

“Y/n, Why do you hate me?” Salma frowned. My heart broke as I bit my lip in nervousness.

“I don’t.” I said I looked at her with a sad smile. 

“Yes you do. Every time I wanted to talk to you at practice, you always ran away to talk to someone else. I’ve noticed that you’re the only person that never congratulated me separately after a goal. I’ve seen the way you’ve brightened up people’s days with your compliments, love, and hugs. Why can I not have that Y/n? Did I do something to you for you to hate me? Just tell me because I don’t want to start off next season knowing that you might hate me for something I might’ve done.” Salma took my left hand and held it with both of her soft, moisturized hands as she looked me in the eyes.

A tear fell out of my left eye as I felt guilty. I’ve fucked up. I’ve hurt Salma and she doesn’t know why— I need to tell her how I feel. 

“Salma, I don’t hate you at all. I am so sorry for what I've done to you. All you did—really—was be great on the pitch. When I came to Spain, I noticed how loved you were by everyone. You had the minutes, skills, awards, and recognition that I could dream of having. However— I’ve admired you more than everyone else at the same time. I know that's hard to accept due to what I've done to you, but I felt like you were too good for me. I look at you more than everyone else. I wanted to hug you and congratulate your success with you but the vulnerability scared me. I’ve been hurt before so in order to protect my feelings, I’ve covered it up with resentment— Salma, I am in love with you.” By the time I told her that I love her, tears poured down my cheeks and Salma held me in a hug, tightly, as she cried too. 

“Y/n, I am in love with you too. That's why it hurt me when I believed that you might’ve hated me.” Salma said through her tears.

“I am so sorry–seriously. I don't hate you. I love you. I will never hurt you like that again, I swear.”  I said. 

After that night, we started over and became lovers. Our undeniable bond blossomed between us. The team adored our relationship and were happy for us. I did keep my promise, I never hurt her again. I’ve found love in giving my love to her without the fear of getting hurt. After the debut game in the 24/25 season, we walked off the pitch hand in hand, my heart fluttered as I know this is the beginning of our longtime relationship. 

<3

[loviingpedri]

they caught us - p. gavi

prompt: gavi x gamer!fem!reader. hard launching your relationship on stream

warnings: cursing, grammar issues

credits to owners for all images.

inspo for this story ^^

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you were a growing streamer. big in the minecraft and riot games community. you appreciated your fans from the unconditional support. ever since being an exposed barca fan, your platform definitely grew. content was trending to the point where you met the one and only, pablo gavi. his simple message of complimenting you building camp nou in minecraft ended in a few date nights, a lot of kissing, and some risky nights. your fans wanted some player in barca to notice you, but little did you know that you spent your nights with your dream barca player everyday.

exposing your relationship was not in your agenda any time soon. it was the peak of your gaming career and gavi had big plans for the national team. the internet would practically blow up from the news. both of you were not ready for that amount of personal space to be invaded.

it was that time of the day to start your daily stream. it was a good balance of work and relationship. start your stream when gavi is at practice, and end it when he’s at home to solely focus on him.

“hello, hello everyone! welcome to today's stream." waiting a few seconds as more people started joining. “today will be a minecraft stream. i’m thinking of making the barca logo.”

reading the comments blow up by the mention of the club is probably the funniest thing you’ve seen.

“change your shirt on the minecraft skin the jersey of your favorite player. i love that idea, but i don’t really have a favorite player. maybe i’ll do xavi or something.” lying isn’t the best thing to do to your supporters, but personal business is personal business.

after playing for hours and halfway done with the logo, you hear the door opening. “one second guys, i think my roommate is home.” roommate meaning your boyfriend. the plan is really thought out. your best friend occasionally popped into the streams, pretending to be your roommate, and it works. thinking you muted and turned off your camera (which happens often), gavi walks into your gaming room.

“hi gorgeous,” walking in and instantly kissing you made both of you smile. “are you streaming?”

“yeah, i am. i was building the logo. i can show you later when i’m ‘done greeting my roommate’.” making quotation marks with your fingers.

“yeah i’ll sit over here. i’ll just look while you continue playing.” you blew a kiss at him as you put your headset back on.

“alright guys, i’m back. did i miss anything?” your eyes tried to keep up with the chat. it was going faster than usual. you thought it was a raid, but nothing was happening. everyone was going crazy. finally, a donation came through with a message.

read aloud from the automated voice, “viscabarcaaa_11 donated $10 with a message. 'was that gavi you just kissed?’” fuck. gavi quickly sat up from the seat. you realized your camera and microphone was never off. your eyes panning from screen to screen in panic. speechless, you turned red instantly.

you were kissin’ and they caught you whether you like it or not.

you cleared your throat, still don’t know what to say. gavi unplugged your headphones from your pc tower to be able to hear what was going on. he urged you to get up. you had no idea what he was doing, but you just listened.

sitting down, he spoke slow and steady. “hello everyone. this was a very unexpected thing for you. not to mention, an unexpected plan from us. y/n and i have been seeing each other for a few months now. it wasn’t really planned for us to be revealed this early, but thank you for supporting my girlfriend. i am glad to get this off of our chest, because i’ve been wanting to show her off.”

playfully pushing him to the side, “okay thank you for attending this stream, see you tomorrow. love you guys.” making sure you ended the stream fully before giving off a sigh.

“looks like i can show you off now.”

“okay, that’s enough fame for you.”

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author’s note: this story has been sitting in my drafts for months and i’m deciding to complete it on a random weekday.

[swayziiwriter]

Beachside | Pedri González

summary: bringing one of your fathers star players and secret boyfriend to your own personal secluded part of the beach opens a window to beachside action. What Xavi doesn’t know won’t hurt him.

WARNING: 18+, sexual content

Your sweaty hands remained in place as you dragged your boyfriend to a more secluded section of the beach that you had first discovered as a child in Barcelona. The heat from the sun shone down on you both. You and Pedri had finally found time to hideaway from your father, Xavi. Your love was risky, forbidden almost as the fallout from your relationship would be catastrophic. Though, you didn't often think about it, instead you appreciated the time you were able to spend with Pedri. At last arriving at the restricted region of the ocean side, you guided for Pedri to put down the ocean side towel in the sand so both of you could sit. You were surrounded by palm trees, casting some shade away from the sun as waves of the stunning blue ocean came and went in front of you.

Pedri sat down on the towel first and grabbed your hips before placing you between his legs. As you melted into the sensation of his rigid abs pressing against your back, his arms began to twist around your chest. You two just respected the ocean before you, it's always yearning magnificence binding you, "it's lovely." You spoke in awe, and you couldn't get over how many times you had seen this particular beach. "But not as beautiful as you." When Pedri's mouth abruptly met your neck, you took a deep breath and closed your eyes in bliss, laughing slightly at the cliched response. He brushed his lips against your cheek, making your neck rise more and more in response to the enticement until your lips were only a few millimeters apart from his.

You looked scared as you opened your eyes and shook your head. You were technically still in a public place, and you had never dared to have sex in public because you were too afraid of being fined or worse, arrested. Nevertheless, Pedri insisted, "come on. I believe you enjoy danger." The impact Pedri had on your body bested your staggering contemplations as a recognizable intensity spread all through your center. As he gently pulled your bottom lip out with his teeth and his fingers resting over your pulse point, he could feel it quicken. He let out a low moan as your ass unintentionally slammed into him at the action. He covered your mouth with his hand as he slid it down the front of your bikini and let out a loud groan. As he felt how tightly you were, he dipped his finger inside of you and almost shuddered at the heat. "You're so wet around my fingers." he lauded as he slid another digit in your hole.

"Oh, my god!" You moaned, "Pedri, no." "por qué no?" snatching tightly to your jaw, he followed kisses across your cheek as he siphoned his fingers within you, "don't think that Barcelona should figure out you're my girl who loves getting finger-screwed on a public ocean side?" Pedri slid his fingers as far as possible in and back out a couple of times in lengthy, full strokes, prior to bringing them up and scouring your clit. As his cock strained in his swimsuit briefs, begging to grow, you moan and arch your back. "I'm afraid they'll find out i like it," you lick his bottom lip as you rub your ass into his dick. He started kissing you quickly and forcefully, almost as if he was starving and you were the only food he wanted after hearing your response."I'll keep your secrets safe." He kissed your neck and jaw, pulled your earlobe between his teeth, and plunged back into your dripping cunt. He never slowed his fingers as he tasted every scrap of skin he could reach.

His fingers keep moving in a deep, steady way and occasionally come out to swirl around your clit and feel you shiver against him. He spread your legs out wider and extended his fingers, savoring the sensation of you while covering your aching pussy in his hand. "Pedri" Your eyes were reckless and full of lust. "I can feel how difficult I'm making you." you murmured up at him, kissing his jaw. You do something shocking to both you and Pedri without really thinking in the heat of the moment. covering his hand on your pussy, you press it into yourself, grating against it, groaning as your body grates against his. You can tell how much of an impact your actions are having on Pedri by feeling his fingers squeeze your waist as he bars his teeth. He notices that your breasts rise well off your chest when he looks down at your chest. Your hard nipples poke through the fabric of your bikiniton making your smooth skin erupt into goosebumps in front of him.

"Quitarlo" He pulls on your top's strap. As you cautiously reach behind your neck and pull the string in one long, fluid motion, you take a quick breath in and look up, keeping his eyes on you. As Pedri comes up, the straps loosen at your sides, slowly peeling off one triangle of fabric to reveal your pretty flesh. you pull away the other triangle as Pedri gazes at you in wonder. The Spanish footballer couldn't help but admire everything about you, from your body to how you play him to how you say just the right thing to make him crazy and get him interested. You became extremely wary and aware of the fact that you are sitting on the beach with your core slicked and nothing covering your breasts due to the wind's gusts. You cover yourself by raising your arms. "I told you to do that, didn't I?" As you slowly lower your arms, you expose your skin to him, and hopefully only to him, again.

"How long would you want me to keep them out" You asked almost hesitantly, hoping no one would notice your vulnerability. He put his hand back in your bottoms and slipped his two fingers deep within you once more. He responded, "until you cum," pumping you while watching your tits bounce as your body swayed. You groan, closing your eyes tightly. "Do you like it like this? "He mocks. "Yes" "Speak to me." "I love it!" You scream. Pedri can't stop looking at you as he fucks you and kisses your lips. "come on, baby. "he snarls as you roll your butt against him, dry-fucking his dick as he fingers you, "spread those legs and cum on my fingers." You fuck his hand while resting your head on his shoulder and reaching back with one hand to hold the back of his neck.

Pedri's stomach starts to feel low as you rub against his cock, and as the two of you push each other harder, he feels pain rolling through him. Pedri is imagining his dick inside you fucking you as your tits are bouncing rough and fast. "Please, Pedri." You beg by pressing down on him. Blood races to his cock, feeling a smidgen of cum trickle out of his tip. "Just a little more, bébé" You whimper, "ah." You are aware that Pedri is playing with you, but you are so engrossed in pleasure that it is difficult to think clearly, "Yeah, whatever you want." "anything I desire?" You scream and frantically nod. yes! " As you chase your orgasm, you move faster and faster until you finally throw your head back and stand still, muttering and shivering as you go. oh, god!" Pedri pushes his fingers somewhere within you, scouring your perfect balance and feeling your body's little spasms as the climax manages you.

Your body is tight, you are breathing quickly, and Pedri has a rock-hard cock that hurts in his briefs. As your orgasm subsides and you settle down, your chest rises and falls more and more slowly. Pedri feels a wave of warmth wash over him as he looks down at your beautiful body and face. He kisses your cheeks and jaw as he leans down and says, "i love you," which goes all the way down your neck. You can't help but giggle at the fact that Pedri just let you off on a public beach where anyone could have seen you, still a little dazed from your orgasm. "I cannot believe that we just did that." You stood up, grabbed your bikini top, held the string of the straps out behind your neck, and Pedri tied them.

Pedri gave you a quick kiss on the shoulder after the little knot was tied, and you turned around to give him a kiss on his plump lips."Remind me to repay you when we get back to my place" As you move your hand over his prominent bulge, you giggle. with a kiss of his teeth and a moan, Pedri answers, "wouldn't forget it" coming to in and bringing you down to lay on top of him, your lips not even once leaving each other.

[bobskysworld]

The forbidden daughter- Xavi Simons

pairing: xavi simons x neymar jr!daughter reader

summary: xavi finally meets the illusive daughter

note: i can’t believe no one’s done this before… also neymar is like 44 here… oopsie

it was no secret to the world that neymar had 4 beautiful children, but like every celebrity father he wanted his children to chose their own paths, not grow in the shadow of being “neymar’s child”. Everyone had seen Neymar’s children at least once, all beautiful bubbly toddlers but his oldest daughter Y/N was a different story

seen once on the red carpet with her father she seemed to disappear off the face of the earth, seeming like a folklore to some, the myth and legend, her father hardly spoke about his family either so her disappearance left everyone forging their own stories about where she ended up with neymar never bothering to clarify or change their narratives

a knock at the door prompted Neymar to get up and answer it, where xavi stood on the other side with a smile.

“good to see you’re still well” neymar greeted the youngster “keeping well and healthy?”

“always” Xavi smiled following him into his home

“let me go fetch my training kit, i’ll be back” neymar informed “oh and my daughter is coming back home today, if you hear a knock at the door just get it please”

“daughter?” xavi questioned

“yes, my eldest” neymar answered “she’s coming back from college in Barcelona”

before xavi could probe further, neymar had disappeared.

while tabloids speculated and claimed that Neymar had abandoned his eldest or sent her away when he married his wife Bruna, the pictures around the living room proved otherwise with many showing the 4 women of his life smiling at a pool side, another was a christmas portrait dated that previous year and even a graduation photo showing Bruna dressing Y/N.

xavi’s inspection was interrupted but a rapid knock at the door, quickly he got up and opened it where a gorgeous woman with honey blonde curls and bright big brown eyes stood amongst a flurry of suit cases

“have i been gone so long that you grew 15 years over night Luca?” she joked

“oh no no, i’m Xavi” Xavi laughed

“ah THE Xavi Simons” the girl said extending a hand “my dads second son, i finally get to meet you”

“and the daughter who disappeared, i finally get to meet you” Xavi mirrored, soon regretting it as Y/N’s smile dropped

“oh no” xavi said quickly “i didn’t mean it like that”

“no no it’s alright” Y/N sighed “it’s just one of those things i have to accept”

“i’m sorry i didn’t mean to upset you” xavi apologised “what a terrible first impression”

“hey don’t kick yourself for it, we’ll just have to work on your jokes” Y/N poked playfully

“i’ll have you know i am actually very funny” Xavi shot back

“oh really?”

“yup! funniest guy in my club” Xavi beamed

“well i beg to differ” Y/N would say before her father came trotting down the stairs

“my princess” he beamed hugging her “i see you’ve met Xavi!”

“yes, and his terrible jokes and first impressions” Y/N added “i see why you see yourself in him”

“come back home just to insult your old man” Neymar said putting a hand over his heart

“let me get to unpacking and leave you to do your stinky footballers things” Y/N said grabbing a suitcase

“this stinky footballers things is why you live the life you do!” Neymar shot back kissing her forehead

“yeah yeah, see you later dad” Y/N laughed “and i hope to see more of you Xavi”

“me too” xavi smiled waving her off, he watched as she climbed up the stairs and disappeared to her room before closing the front door to follow Neymar who was already sternly looking at him

“eyes off”

“yes sir!”

[cherryxbooo]

Gavi is injured and no one cares ab pedri

You're worth it

Summary: With everyone caring about Gavi after his injury, Pedri is left alone with his thoughts thinking that he isn’t good enough.

Note: It’s finally here my first ever story! Thank you for your request anon! I tried my best on your request with a little twist to it 😌.

Reader x Pedri

Genre: Fluff/ a bit of angst

Sitting in the empty locker room after the big defeat against Real Madrid, Pedri is left alone with his own train of thoughts. You see after getting back from an injury Pedri expected himself to come back better and stronger but to him it didn’t seem like that. Actually at first it did seem like he became stronger and had more power but that quickly got turned down by the behaviour of his teammates earlier.

PEDRI'S POV

Pedri was warming up with the rest of the group when Xavi came to him and pulled him apart. “Pedri now that you’re healed from your injury I expect that you give your everything on that field, especially with Gavi being out."

There it was the sudden feeling of pressure made his shoulders feel heavy. He had to give his everything tonight no matter what it takes. “Of course sir, you can count on me!” With a forced smile Pedri left to continue his warm up joining his teammates.

“I don’t think we’re going to win tonight” was heard from Ferran. “And why is that?” Replied Pedri being curious to why his teammate was thinking so negatively of today's match.

“Well Real have most of their top players playing today meanwhile we are missing a few especially Gavi” Pedri frowned at what he just heard from his friend. “But we can make it perfectly work you know?” “ I don’t know about that honestly Ferran is right Gavi is kinda missing a lot today especially with his fast pace” said Fermín.

“I mean we’re all fast and I think I’m as fast as Gavi so that wouldn’t be that big of a problem?” Pedri was quick to shut his teammates up. “I mean we know but Gavi is Gavi you know?” was heard from Ferran.

The rest of the team agreed, at this point I was so confused why everyone was suddenly so caring about Gavi not being here it kinda made me feel less worth it. As if they didn’t care about me…

Later we returned to the locker room for a quick pep talk from Xavi and going over the tactics of today’s match. Suddenly I started hearing my phone vibrating knowing that someone has sent me a message. Smiling I took my phone knowing who it was.

Smiling to myself I couldn’t help but feel better after the words of my girlfriend. Already feeling less pressure on me.

Sitting in the locker room silently feeling terrible after losing to Real Madrid. It felt like I let everyone down today. It was quiet in the room until Ferran spoke. “In times like this it really showed how much we needed Gavi” “ You’re right, I’m so sure we would’ve won or atleast scores more than one goal today” added Balde.

The rest of the team agreed, this somehow made me feel even more shitty. None of them even cared about the fall I made on the field, no one asked me if I was okay, no one cared about me it seemed…

After showering and getting dressed it was time for media duties. I wasn’t feeling it today at all but I just wanted it to get over with so I just participated in the interviews. The first few questions were okay, asking me about today’s match and stuff like that but the next question caught me off guard. “ So Pedri do you think you guys would’ve won if Gavi was present today?” There it was the sudden heavy feeling was back.

Standing there for a few seconds processing what the interviewer just said, I composed myself and answered. “ We were short of a lot of players today not only Gavi, we could’ve won if we played better that’s how simple it is.” But the interviewer did not stop there. “Do you have any news on Barcelona’s number 6? Is he recovering well? Will he be back soon?”

The questions didn’t stop, I replied with a quick “yeah he’s doing good” and left. Thinking that this day couldn’t get worse but it could because on the way to my hotel I came across some fans asking me about Gavi not even anything related to me. I was so ready to call this a day and go to sleep. There was one person’s presence I wanted the most which was my girlfriend y/n but I was in Saudi Arabia for the match and she was back home in Barcelona.

Returning to the hotel I wasted no time and I called my girl.

On FaceTime:

Pedri: “Hola amor!”

Y/n: “Hola mi amor how are you?”

Pedri: “I’m doing good…”

Looking at my girlfriend's face, there was a frown evident and that's when I remembered that she could read me like an open book. No matter how hard I tried to lie.

Y/n: “Pedri please I know you better than this. If it’s about today’s match you played so good you gave your all and that’s what’s important! Know that I’m very proud of you!”

Somehow her words made me feel lighter but there were still so many concerns. But I knew I shouldn’t worry her much at the moment.

Pedri: “You’re right babe, the loss was just messing with my head.”

Y/n: “Amor it’s fine it’s completely normal to feel like that, anyways get some sleep it’s probably very late over there plus you’ve got a flight to catch to come back home.”

Pedri: “Yeah you’re right babe, but you know I could never get tired looking at you.” He said with a smirk.

Y/n: “Alright mister go get your sleep see you tomorrow! Love you!”

Pedri: “Love you too amor!”

The conversation with my girlfriend did make me feel better, so I decided to call it a day and get some sleep.

THE NEXT DAY: Y/N'S POV

I woke up in a very good mood, knowing that my boyfriend will be returning home today. I stared my day off by trying to be as productive as possible and trying to get the house as neat and clean as I could since I wouldn’t want Pedri to return to a shit hole. I wanted to surprise my boyfriend by making his favourite dishes since I knew that he wasn’t feeling too good, something I was trying to understand.

After preparing all his favourites I heard the front door open knowing it was Pedri I ran to him. “Amor!!! You’re home! I’ve missed you so much!” I exclaimed with a loud voice. He let out a chuckle hugging me tighter as if I was going to disappear into thin air if I let go. “I’ve missed you too so much mi amor you have no idea. Is that my favourite foods what I smell?” He said suddenly becoming even more excited. “Duh I couldn’t let my man starve could I?” “You’re the best amor!” He exclaimed with a kiss on my lips.

After we had dinner I went to clean up the dishes and told Pedri to get comfortable and rest a bit since he didn’t want to sleep yet. After I was done I couldn’t help but to see Pedri frowning while looking at his phone. I was curious to what he was looking at, normally I’m not the kind of girlfriend to snoop around on her boyfriend’s phone but this had him hooked so I got curious.

Looking over his shoulder I could see that he was reading the comments under his latest post on instagram. They were all negative talking about how Gavi should’ve been there, how Pedri should’ve been injured instead of Gavi. Basically all the comments were talking about wanting Gavi back and not caring about Pedri at all. I had to do something I couldn’t let people talk shit about my boyfriend. So I took his phone out of his hands.

“Hey! Why did you take my phone?” He said a bit annoyed. “Don’t read that bullshit they don’t know what they’re talking about.” I said a bit mad. Suddenly his voice changed and became a bit softer “ I don’t know… maybe they’re right you know?” I was shocked how could he talk about himself like that? “Babe that’s not true at all, these people are just mad that their team lost. If you were really a shit player did you really think that you would play for Barca or would've played in the World Cup at 20 years old or having people look up to you?”

“ I don’t know I feel like I disappointed everyone today, they only care about Gavi. Clearly they wouldn’t notice if I wasn’t there.” So this is what it was about, him thinking that no one cares about him but only about Gavi. I had to do something about this. I grabbed his face in both my hands and made him look in my eyes. “Amor you’re going to listen very carefully alright? You’re your own person and Gavi is his own person. You are better in certain things than he is and it’s the same for him. You shouldn’t let the words of others weigh you down! And don’t you ever say that no one cares for you because I do and so does your brother and your parents, your family and all your supporters.”

I move closer to him still holding his face between my hands but this time I move on to his lap. “ You’re doing amazing amor you just came back from an injury and you showed everyone how strong you’ve became.” "You're worth it amor." Pedri looked at me with his big brown beautiful eyes and said “ Thanks amor your words really helped me maybe I was being a bit dramatic about this entire situation and knowing that people will always hate no matter what.”

I looked at him still seeing some sadness in them. I took his phone and went back to his comment section on Instagram and gave him the phone to show him the positive side of his comment section. “Read them babe” I told him. He looked at me with wide eyes. “But why you first told me not to?” “Just do it.” I told him. I watched him very carefully while he was reading the comments. I started seeing his face shift from a sad frown to a smile. “I told you that a lot of your fans had your back.” I said with a smile.

He looked at me and gave me the biggest smile ever. I couldn’t believe how much I’ve missed that smile. “Mi amor look at these comments they’re saying that I’ve played so well despite the loss.” He exclaimed with the same smile. “Told you so babe, everyone was seeing how good you played except for you.” He put his phone down and looked at me “ You know that I love you so much right? Thanks for making me feel better about myself. Te Amo mi amor.” I looked at him and kissed him passionately to tell him that I loved him too.

The end

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Her || Charles Leclerc

Main characters: Charles Leclerc x OC Genre: fanfiction, fluff  Story type: novel  Part: 41/45 Word count: 3030 Co writer: @mistrose23

Story summary: Matilde Jørgensen, the new Scuderia Ferrari team principal, faced the nerve-wracking challenge of reviving the team's fortunes and aiming for a championship. Leading a historic team as a 'newbie' and separating her work and personal opinions posed a significant challenge. The big question: is she capable to do so?

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Chapter 39. Chill, It's Only Chaos

The broadcast cut back from a commercial break, the anticipation palpable as the clock ticked down the final minutes before Q3. The camera swept over the shimmering Yas Marina Circuit, the sun dipping below the horizon and casting a golden glow over the track. As the floodlights flickered to life, the circuit was bathed in brilliant white light. This was it: the final qualifying session of the season, and the tension was palpable.

David Croft's voice boomed over the airwaves, his excitement infectious. "Here we go, ladies and gentlemen! Q3 is about to get underway, and with it, the stakes have never been higher. Everything is still possible for tomorrow, but right now, we focus on the fight for pole position!"

Martin Brundle added, "And what a fight it's shaping up to be. Charles Leclerc and Max Verstappen, neck and neck in the championship. Whoever takes pole tonight could very well have the upper hand heading into tomorrow. But let's not forget Carlos Sainz, his pace is strong, and he could stir up the championship battle. Lando Norris, Fernando Alonso, and the Mercedes drivers are also in the mix. This is anyone's game."

In Ferrari's garage, the tension was thick, the air thick with focus. The camera panned to Matilde Jørgensen, who was sitting behind the pitwall. Her eyes were locked on her team, taking in every movement. Her face remained unreadable, an image of calm professionalism. Beneath that calm exterior, however, the pressure was undeniable.

Then the camera cut to Christian Horner, his expression mirroring the same cool professionalism. It was almost ironic; he and Matilde had worked together at Red Bull in the past, but now they were on opposite sides of the fight for the title. The rivalry between Max Verstappen and Lewis Hamilton had been intense in 2021, but this season, it felt as though the stakes were even higher.

"Final adjustments being made to the cars," Brundle noted as the first drivers began to exit the pits. "And there's Charles Leclerc, the man of the hour. Can he pull off something magical tonight?"

Leclerc's scarlet Ferrari rolled out onto the track, his focus evident as the onboard camera captured his intense concentration. The radio crackled to life as Xavi, his race engineer, spoke through the headset. "All clear behind, Charles. Let's go for a strong out lap."

In Red Bull's garage, Max Verstappen was preparing for battle as well. His demeanour was calm, betraying nothing, but there was an undeniable intensity behind his eyes. The anticipation was electric as his car shot out of the pit lane.

"Verstappen won't back down," Crofty said. "This rivalry has been brewing all season, and it all comes down to this moment."

The hot laps began, engines roaring around the track, the sound reverberating through the broadcast.

"Leclerc is pushing hard," Brundle said as the Ferrari hugged the apex of Turn 5, sparks flying from the car's floor. "But Verstappen's sectors are absolutely on fire. This is going to be a battle to the end."

The broadcast switched between live shots of the track and split-screen displays of the sector times. Leclerc and Verstappen were trading purple sectors, with Lando Norris in the McLaren and Fernando Alonso in the Aston Martin not far behind. Carlos Sainz, meanwhile, was racing his own race, quietly putting in a strong performance.

The pressure mounted as the drivers neared the final corners. The floodlights of Yas Marina bathed the track in an almost otherworldly glow, casting long shadows across the asphalt. Leclerc and Verstappen gave it everything they had.

"Leclerc is absolutely flying through the final sector," Crofty said, his voice brimming with excitement. "He's coming in with some serious speed; this could be the lap of the season!"

"And here comes Verstappen," Brundle added, his tone rising with anticipation. "He's been inch-perfect all weekend. It's going to be incredibly close."

The two drivers were pushing the limits of their machines, their cars fighting for every inch of track. As they crossed the finish line, the timing screens flashed with the results:

Leclerc: 1:22.604 Verstappen: 1:22.598

The crowd erupted in applause as the gap between the two was revealed: a minuscule 0.006 seconds. It was the closest margin in qualifying all season, and a perfect reflection of just how high the stakes had become.

"Unbelievable," Crofty said, almost in awe. "That's as close as it gets. Leclerc edges out Verstappen by the narrowest of margins. But wait, here comes Norris!"

The camera zoomed in on Lando Norris, who had just crossed the line with a blistering time of 1:22.606. But it wasn't enough. He gave off a strong statement, letting Ferrari and Red Bull know that he was also present.

Leclerc and Verstappen were heading back to the pits, their crews ready for one final push. Though the session wasn't decisive for the championship, a good starting position was still crucial, especially for the title contenders. It would give them an edge, a comfort level going into the race, something that could be the difference between victory and defeat.

"Carlos Sainz is also showing strong pace in the first sector," Crofty added, keeping an eye on the times. "It's been a while since we've seen it this close; the top four are all within a tight margin. Who's going to surprise us? The pressure is on for all of these guys."

The camera cut to Ferrari's garage again, where Jørgensen was watching every sector time with laser focus, chewing on the inside of her cheek in an attempt to hide the nerves. Every flashing number on the screen seemed to weigh heavily on her. She had been part of this journey for so long, and now, it was all coming to a head.

Horner, standing opposite in Red Bull's garage, had crossed his arms, his expression calm but his eyes tracking every detail. Despite the outward calm, the intensity of the situation was clear in his every movement. This wasn't just any qualifying session; this was the culmination of an entire season of intense rivalry.

Toto Wolff appeared more relaxed than usual, his face breaking into a small grin as he observed the drama unfolding between Red Bull and Ferrari. Though his team was also fighting for pole, the real spectacle was between the two championship contenders. For once, he could simply sit back and enjoy the show.

The camera then cut to Zak Brown in McLaren's garage, his energy as infectious as ever. Leaning forward in anticipation, a hopeful grin broke out across his face. It was impossible not to get caught up in the excitement.

"The time stops now! Carlos Sainz will be the first to cross the line. Will he be able to improve Verstappen's time?" Brundle said, voice low but charged with excitement. A few seconds of silence passed. "No, he can't. 1:22.762."

"Close, but not close enough!" Crofty exclaimed, his voice crackling with the tension. "Next up, it's Charles Leclerc; Ferrari's last hope for pole position tonight!"

Leclerc's car sped toward the line, every last bit of power wrung from the engine. The split times came up on the screen: green, green, green. The clock stopped.

"No improvement from Leclerc!" Brundle said, surprised. "1:22.628. That keeps him second, but it's not enough to topple Verstappen. The pressure is building!"

"And here comes Max Verstappen!" Crofty shouted as the Red Bull shot through the final sector, pushing the limits of its performance. "Can he extend his lead?"

The onboard camera showed Verstappen navigating the last corners, the Red Bull looking perfectly planted under the lights.

"Let's see if Verstappen can improve his time!" Brundle said, voice thick with anticipation. The timing screens were updated.

"No! Verstappen can't improve his time!" Crofty exclaimed in disbelief. "1:22.698. He's just one-tenth slower than his own best lap. A surprising turn of events."

"That was the lap," Brundle mused. "He had the pace in the first two sectors, but something went wrong in the final one. But he's still in pole position for now!"

"All eyes are now on Lando Norris," Crofty said, the focus shifting once more. "Can he pull off a surprise?"

Norris crossed the line, his time flashing up. "No! Lando's time is 1:22.639," Brundle said, shaking his head. "It's close, but Verstappen holds on to pole for now!"

"Here come the Mercedes," Crofty said, his voice now sharp with anticipation. "First George Russell, then Lewis Hamilton. Can they deliver?"

Russell's time appeared: 1:22.784. His frustration was visible as he passed the team garage, shaking his head. Hamilton followed shortly, his car glued to the final corner.

"And no improvement for Hamilton either!" Crofty said as Hamilton's time flashed: 1:22.710. "Verstappen's pole position is holding steady!"

"And that should be it," Brundle added, his voice calm but reflective. "It looks like Max Verstappen has-" He gasped for air. "Wait, hold on, Kevin Magnussen is still out there!"

The cameras quickly cut to the Haas, a white blur against the dark Abu Dhabi night, its headlights piercing through the floodlights' glare.

"Magnussen's on a flier," Crofty said, astonished. "His splits are improving: green in the first, yellow in the second, but he's still pushing."

"He can't possibly-" Brundle began, but his words were cut off as Magnussen crossed the line. The timing screen updated, and the number flashed in brilliant purple: 1:22.594. The commentary booth exploded.

"Magnussen takes it! Kevin Magnussen takes provisional pole!" Crofty shouted, unable to hide his shock. "He's just beaten Verstappen by four-thousandths of a second!"

The Red Bull garage was a mix of disbelief and frustration as the camera cut to Horner, who raised his eyebrows at the surprising ending. How could one of the worst cars take pole?

"Max Verstappen won't be happy with that," Brundle said, the disbelief evident in his tone. "He was almost certain to have this pole locked up, but Kevin Magnussen - of all people - has just pulled the rug out from under him."

The garages erupted in disbelief. In Ferrari's pit, Jørgensen stared at the screen, completely stunned. Brown's mouth hung open for a moment before he quickly composed himself, though the frustration was clear in his clenched jaw. The camera cut back to Magnussen, sitting in his Haas, punching the air in sheer elation as the team radio crackled with cheers.

"Unbelievable!" Brundle exclaimed, his voice filled with awe. "Kevin Magnussen, in a Haas, has just outpaced the titans of the grid to take provisional pole!"

"Not provisional, Martin!" Crofty corrected, barely containing his excitement. "That's it! The session is over, and Kevin Magnussen has just taken pole position in Abu Dhabi!"

The Haas garage was just as surprised as everyone else, but they cheered as their drivers managed to deliver during the last Grand Prix.

"Starting from pole tomorrow: Kevin Magnussen. Then we have Max Verstappen, Charles Leclerc, Lewis Hamilton, Carlos Sainz, George Russell, Oscar Piastri, Fernando Alonso, Sergio Perez and Yuki Tsunoda. This will be very interesting tomorrow. What a plot twist it is." 

–

Simon Lazenby, Jenson Button and Nico Rosberg were standing in the paddock, waiting for the sign to present their post-qualifying show. Their director was counting down behind the camera. When she reached the last three seconds, she counted down by using her hand.

"Well, well, well, what a sensational qualifying that was!" Simon said when they were on air. "Welcome back to the Sky Sports F1 Post-Qualifying Show, and folks, we've just witnessed one of the closest qualifying sessions we've had in years here at Yas Marina! It's a dramatic end to the season's final qualifying, and it's all come down to the tiniest of margins." He turned to Jensen, who would take the next part.

A grin grew on Jenson's face, it had been a while since he was this excited about qualifying, knowing what kind of influence it could have on tomorrow's race. "It's been incredible, Simon. I'm still trying to catch my breath! You couldn't have asked for a more perfect ending. Leclerc and Verstappen - neck and neck all the way to the end, and then just four-thousandths of a second in it. That's a qualifying session for the history books right there."

Nico couldn't stop smiling; he was already fantasising about the race of tomorrow. "It's like a game of inches," he chuckled. "Honestly, Max had it. He was absolutely flying, and then out of nowhere, Kevin Magnussen snatches it away! You don't see that every day, especially not from a car that was already written off. It's mind-blowing. From pole contenders to second and third, just like that!"

"And let's not forget, we were all talking about how close the championship battle is. Whoever managed to get pole here, might just have that extra edge heading into tomorrow's race, but with the grid now set, it's anyone's game. Jenson, talk us through what happened with Leclerc and Verstappen. How close was that?"

Jenson stepped forward to the digiboard, touching on some buttons to show some statistics. "Well, it was the kind of rivalry you expect at this point in the season. Both drivers were pushing their cars to the absolute limit. Leclerc, his lap through the final sector was almost perfect. He had the speed, but Verstappen... man, Verstappen had just a tiny bit more. But when you see those final splits... he didn't improve on his last lap. And that's what opened the door for someone like Magnussen to swoop in."

"What happened there?"

"Luck, squeezed out every last bit of power that car has, finally found a setting that worked for the car and for Magnussen. Unfortunately, it shows during the last Grand Prix after a horrendous season, but better late than never."

Nico nodded. "But you can't help but feel for Max. He had everything in place. But when you're talking about a few milliseconds, that's where it becomes a mental game. We saw him locking in sectors, nailing everything until the final few corners. It was a bit of a wobble - just a slight misstep in the final corner, and boom, he lost pole to Kevin Magnussen. It is good for Kevin. It also messes with the grid. It's something good," he said, stirring for some sensation.

"Right, and what a turn of events it was. Magnussen in a Haas. It's incredible. You know, you look at his time, 1:22.594, just a tiny faster than Verstappen's 1:22.598. The reaction in the Haas garage... they couldn't believe it. I don't think any of us did! But they absolutely earned it," Simon mentioned and they would look at the reaction again.

They continued analysing and discussing qualifying, also observing some interviews and sharing their predictions for tomorrow.

"Talking about Carlos Sainz... There's one storyline that has been simmering all weekend: the future of that second Ferrari seat. Sainz announced his departure two weeks ago, leaving a vacancy at the Scuderia. Matilde Jørgensen, Ferrari's team principal, has been tight-lipped about who will fill that spot. Nico, what's your take on her strategy here?" Simon looked questionably at him.

Nico shared a thoughtful expression. "Matilde isn't stupid."

"Bit direct there, Nico," Jenson replied with a chuckle.

A laugh escaped Nico's lips. "I know her, it's okay for me to say it. She will accept it," he said. "I mean it in the best way possible. She says she doesn't know who her next driver will be, but trust me, she knows. Perhaps only her, her assistant, and maybe one other person in her inner circle know who's taking that seat. And the reason she hasn't shared it yet, not even with her own team, is simple: she admires and respects Carlos. He's still in the fight for the World Championship, he still has to bring home the Constructors Title, he's giving it everything he has. By not revealing his successor, she's granting Carlos the dignity of finishing this weekend without being overshadowed by comparisons. It's still his weekend. That's the kind of leader Matilde is."

Simon nodded, impressed. He hadn't looked at it that way, if he was honest.

"And with all due respect to other team principals, this is how it should be done. Too often, we have seen announcements about a driver leaving and, within the hour, their replacement is announced. Sometimes we don't even get a chance to properly say goodbye to a driver who's given everything to the sport and their team. Matilde's approach, putting Carlos first, shows a level of class and integrity that's rare."

Jenson slowly nodded, agreeing to it. "You know, Nico, you've got a point. It's easy to get caught up in the hype of a new signing, but what she's doing really says a lot about her as a leader. It's refreshing. In the beginning, people were very critical about her leadership style - including me, but she is someone to look up to." He paused for a couple of seconds. "Do you think the next Ferrari driver is already on the current grid? Because let's be honest, pretty much every driver has confirmed their seat for next year."

"If I were currently on the grid, with a confirmed seat, and I knew there was a chance to drive for Ferrari? I would be doing everything in my power to get out of my contract and secure that seat," Nico grinned. "Ferrari is Ferrari. And Matilde Jørgensen? She's the kind of team principal you want to work for and work with and she is the kind of leader you would want to drive for."

"High praise there, Nico. Jenson, would you agree with that? Would drivers be scrambling behind the scenes to make it happen?" Simon smiled.

"I would. A seat at Ferrari is like winning the lottery in this sport, especially with someone like Matilde at the helm. She's shown she's not just a strategist, but someone who genuinely cares about her drivers and their legacy. It's the kind of leadership that makes Ferrari more than just a team."

"Also, I would like to mention this," Nico said. "Remember in Japan, when everyone laughed at Sebastian Vettel for saying Matilde would bring a championship to Ferrari? Look at him now, one of the few who believed in Ferrari, and one of the few who was right. And look at Matilde now, she is in the race of bringing two championships to Ferrari." He casually shrugged and smiled, showing everyone a cheeky 'I told you so'.

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Purple

Pairing: Kang Yeosang (Ateez) x Fem!Reader; Genre: established relationship, fluff; Rating: sfw, PG-13; Warnings: colour theories, mentions of family planning; Wordcount: 231

Summary: Colours had meanings - some more commonly known than others. But somehow Yeosang believed them all.

A/N: After months I finally decided to actually post what I create for the bi-weekly prompts hosted by @pirateeznet

You plopped down on the sofa next to Yeosang, placing your head on his lap and focusing on the documentary playing on the tv. It became some sort of ritual or the both of you: resting on the sofa and watching documentaries together before heading to bed.

Sometimes you were incredibly invested with the information playing in front of your eyes, other times both of you simply talked the whole time.

Today it seemed to be a mixture of both. After the narrator finished explaining the colour theory and that each colour represented something, they skipped to the first colour: purple.

"The colour purple is associated with a variety of meanings, including wisdom, creativity, royalty, power, luxury and ambition."

You turned your head and looked up to Yeosang. "Back in high school the boys in my class said purple was the colour to prevent pregnancy." You snickered softly and shook your head at the memories. "It mostly based on bullying a certain teacher, who always wore something purple."

For a moment Yeosang remained silent, gaze focused on the tv screen ahead. You even wondered whether he actually heard you, when he finally spoke up: "We're removing anything purple tomorrow morning." He glanced down at you with a soft smile, even leaning down and kissing the tip of your nose. "I won't take any risks when it comes to our family plans."

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OH MY GOD. I CANT BELIEVE I DIDNT SEE IT BEFORE. GUYS. OKAY. SO!!!

THE VERY FINAL SCENE OF WEDNESDAY RIGHT,? WELL WHAT IF ITS ENID TEXTING HER “I’m watching you👀” SHE SPOKE TO PUGSLEY ON PARENTS WEEKEND AND ASKED HIM HOW TO GET WEDNESDAY TO BE HER GF AND HE SAID “SEND HER SOMETHING MYSTERIOUS. LIKE A SECRET ADMIRER THING!” And she convinced Xavi-ew to get the phone pretending that he should try harder to get with Wednesday and he is so dumb all the while the only person texting with Wednesday is Enid, courting Wednesday “the Addams” way!

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hiii lovely could you please do n°10 from the angst prompt list with Xavi simons? thanks x

No One Watching~Xavi Simons

・❥・prompt list

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・❥・a/n: this is like super rushed sorryy :(

10-“You don’t get to say you love me. Not after everything you did.”

She used to think love could be quiet. That it didn’t have to be loud, or posted on Instagram, or declared in every room she walked into.

It could be whispered between breaths, shown in gentle hands and secret glances. right?

That belief carried her through the first few months with Xavi. When he avoided holding her hand in public, she chalked it up to privacy. When he’d smile at the cameras and not at her, she told herself it was nerves. When people asked if he was single and he didn’t correct them, she swallowed the sting and told herself it didn’t matter, because he showed her love behind closed doors.

And that was enough…until it wasn't.

Only now, she was starting to realize that love that only lives in the dark… might not be love at all.

He didn’t see it happening. Maybe she didn’t either. Not all at once. It was slow, how he started walking ahead of her. How she became a shadow at his side, present but invisible.

When he came home that day, the tension was heavy. She was by the dresser, folding the last of her clothes into a suitcase.

She heard the front door open then keys hit the bowl.

“schatje?”

She froze at the sound of his voice.

His footsteps came quicker when he saw the suitcases. “What…what’s this?”

She didn’t turn around. “I’m leaving.”

“What do you mean you’re leaving?” His voice was tight now. “Where are you going?”

She turned to face him, eyes tired but calm. “Somewhere that doesn’t make me feel like I’m a shame.”

His eyebrows furrowed. “What?”

She let out a soft tired breath. “You don’t look at me anymore, Xavi. Not when it counts.”

“That’s not true.”

“Isn’t it?” her voice cracked, but she kept going. “You walk ahead of me like you don’t want to be seen with me. You pull away if I reach for you in public. You don’t tell people about me. I sit next to you at dinners and events, and I may as well be a stranger. You’ve made me feel like a shadow of myself.”

“I just don’t like PDA,” he argued, stepping forward. “You know that.”

“No,” she said, more firmly. “This isn’t about PDA, anymore and you know it. This is about you not wanting people to know you love me. Or maybe that you ever did.”

His expression shifted. Guilt. Panic. “That’s not right.”

“It’s the truth,” she whispered. “You loved me when no one was watching. But I was still there when they were. And it hurt.”

He opened his mouth, searching for something, anything, that could undo this. But it was too late now.

“Please don’t do this,” he said. “We can work through it. Whatever you’re feeling, I-”

“You’re only seeing it now because I’m leaving,” she cut in gently. “And I shouldn’t have had to pack my bags for you to finally see me.”

He ran a hand over his face, his voice breaking as he spoke, “I don’t want to lose you.”

She felt your chest tighten as she started walking towards the door. “You already did. You just didn’t notice.”

“I love you,” he said then, desperate, stepping closer. “I swear to God, I love you.”

She paused, stopping in her tracks. The room was quiet and she felt he could hear her heart breaking.

She turned to look up at him, a sad smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

“You don’t get to say you love me. Not after everything you did.”

Then she picked up her bags again. And left before the silence could swallow them both.

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[4str0g1rl]

I WRITE FOR XAVIER NOT PERCY!!!

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I walk over to the shed in the forest nervous as I knock on the door of the shed. Xavier answers with a bright smile and paintbrush in hand. "Hey, where have you been?" He asks as I walk in and close the door. "Just hanging around… um how about you?" I ask sitting in the chair next to him. "Just trying to keep my clothes clean…and failing" he says smirking. I giggle at the joke. "You're funny Xavi" I said, smiling. He looks at me and smiles before speaking, "Thanks, I make a lot of jokes so I'm kind of a comedian now" He says jokingly. I smile as he begins to paint again. "So… how's your day been?" He asks. My eyes widened for a second before I spoke, "Oh um it's been good uh how about you?" I ask sheepishly. "It's been good, I went to the park today and saw this beautiful flower, it made me think of you" He said and I blushed at the compliment, "Really what flower was it? " I asked. "I think it was a red tulip but remembering flower names has never been my strong suit." he says dipping his paintbrush into the color yellow and then smearing the paint over the canvas. "That's nice!" I attempted to keep the conversation flowing. "I also saw a squirrel that tried to steal my lunch that was not so nice" I giggled as he told me about his day. "So cute," I said, getting up to look at the shed. "I had some good coffee and a sandwich. But I saw a big ass spider in here so watch out" He said, warning me about the spider which will probably haunt my dreams tonight. "Xavier?" I said and he turned around to speak, "Yea?" "Will-um-will you go on a date… . With me? " I asked awkwardly, fidgeting with my fingers. Xavier smiled before turning back around to his painting. "Yes Y/n I would love to go on a date with you" he said and my heart fluttered in my chest. "Okay cool" I said, spinning around the room trying to keep myself occupied. "When do you want to go? The weekends work best for me" He asked. "Oh um Saturday is good for me" I said and Xavier nodded in agreement. "What do you want to do on the date?" He asked, now using blue paint on the canvas. "Oh we could do a short walk and then have maybe a small picnic in the park and then um I dunno" I responded thinking hard about how to end the night. "We could go star gazing. I know a good spot?" Xavier chimed in. "That would be perfect!" I said my smile was gleaming. "Sounds great!"

The day of the date came around and I had to get help from Enid and Yoko to pick out an outfit for me. Eventually we all agreed on a cute yellow sundress with red tulips on the front. Enid and Yoko wished me good luck as I went to the park to walk with Xavier. The walk was mostly uneventful other than us getting chased by geese. We then had a small picnic with cheese and crackers and laughed and had fun the whole time. Eventually night rolled around and Xavier took me to his 'secret gazing spot'. "Are you sure you know where you're going?" I asked as we walked through woods near the park. "Yes I am so very sure" He responded as he kept walking. We finally found it. It was a small patch of grass where no trees had grown. "Here we are!" Xavier said enthusiastically. I smiled as we laid down and stared at the night time sky. There was a cool breeze that had me wishing I brought a jacket with me. I turn my head to look at him. "Xavier… " I say. He turns his head to look in my direction. "Yea?" He responds. "I really really like you" I say. Xavier smiles before responding, "I really really like you too" We both lean in for a kiss and it gets heated. Before I knew it he was sitting up and I was straddling his lap. I was grinding on him and his hands were roaming my body. He moves his hand on my thigh and begins to go up my dress. He pulls my dress up and starts touching me through my panties. "That feels good Xavi" I say and he smirks into the kiss. "I really love your body" he says and he moves my panties to the side and sticks a finger in. I jolt with surprise as his finger fucks me. He eventually sticks another one in and my body is rocking with pleasure as his fingers work their magic. "Xavier I'm gonna cum" I beg. His fingers go faster and faster until I cum all over his hand. "Wow that was good" I say as we share a tender kiss. He smiles at me then says, "I'm glad you enjoyed it." "What if someone catches us out here?" I question him. Xavier's eyebrows furrow. "I dunno. Maybe we should head back to the school" he says and I agree. We start heading back and he drops me off at me and Yoko's shared dorm. "I had a really good night tonight Y/n. Thank you." Xavier said, giving me a small kiss atop my head. I smile, "I had a good night too" I respond before unlocking the door. "Good night Xavier" I say before turning around and walking in the dorm. "Good night" Xavier replies, waving, before I close the door.

[karimwillia]

Our Little Secret 🤫

“See baby you're my little secret If you don't tell, I won't tell And that's how we gotta keep it”

Warnings: Teen Content AU

“Sooooo what about him!” Viv points at one of the guys from the school newspaper. “Mmmm no I’m good he is not my type. Besides his name is Peter I think there is no way I’m going out with a Peter.” Viv rolls her eyes and scoffs. “MJ you are too picky there is no way you are going solo to homecoming for Senior Year!” Viv continues to scan the room until.

Eww she’s back?” Viv looks toward the cafeteria doors. “Who are you talking about Viv?” MJ follows her line of sight seeing Shuri Ukadu for the first time in months. “Ooop what a difference time makes. She looks good.” MJ looks down at the last girl in the group. Ri was not paying her any mind.

“No she does not. Are you blind? She’s still that ugly weirdo from freshman year.” Viv gives a disgusted growl. “Viv grow up…” MJ was cut off by Riri sighing.

“Why are you two even talking? I have a headache. It’s childish that you are people watching for dates anyway.” Rihanna Williams finally has had enough of her friends bickering. Pulling her head up from the table she is stunned. MJ was not lying, Shuri looked better than good. “Mmm ok” Ri tries her best to keep a neutral expression as she watches Shuri’s movements from the cheer table.

“See MJ Ri agrees.” Viv whines trying to prove her point. “Shut up Viv no she does not you just mad cause that’s Bae and you’re not.” Riri tunes them out, in all honestly Viv is being petty because of Ri and Shuri’s “friendship”. It’s been months since Shuri, who everyone calls AZ but only Rihanna knows why, has been seen on campus.

Despite that fact the pair spoke almost everyday in some form. Laying eyes on her, that was…different. Ri continued to watch her carefully.

“Shuri it is so good to have you back. I can only imagine how hard it’s been after losing your brother. I want to let you know your school community is here for you.” Shuri and the principal walk the corridor to the cafeteria. “Thank you Mr. Dunn my family and I have had to do so much to get to this point. Everything happened so fast. We miss him, but his final wish was I finish my senior year here.”

During Junior year AZ found her older brother T’Challa in the restroom throwing up. After rushing him to the hospital they found stage 5 cancer in his stomach. The battle was short but fought hard. He passed peacefully once his cancer became untreatable. He was laid to rest in their home land of Wakanda about 6 months ago. Shuri and Romanda stayed home to grieve. In that time life has changed dramatically for the Udaku family and Ri for that matter.

Walking through the door of the cafeteria she spots her homeboys Miles and Xavier. “Now Shuri we know your love of art and science are…” “Mr Dunn thank you again I will meet up with some friends now if that is ok.” Shuri cuts her principle off, wanting desperately to just see her boys. “Oh…ok well enjoy your lunch.” With a pat to the shoulder Mr Dunn walks off.

Greeting her boys she could not believe she was back. “Yo AZ! Wassup.” Miles greets her first with a hug. “AZ when did you touchdown?” Xavi shoots her a question as she settles down to chat. That’s when it happens she turns and their gazes lock. It takes her breath away.

There she was Rihanna Williams looking amazing. AZ has to play cool but she continues to glance over. How is it possible for Ri to look that different in 6 months? Or is it just her missing Ri?

Dapping up Xavi attempting to act normal she will deal with saying hello to Ri later. “AZ what is up yo! How have you been? How was it back home? The food, the places, the girls give us the rundown.” Xavi’s expression was priceless.

“Home was just what I needed. The food was bussin, the places were all exciting and you know I can’t answer that last one, Xavi.” Miles pops Xavi in the arm. “Right Brodie you know AZ’s girl is here.” He points behind him with his thumb at the cheer table. With a laugh Shuri calms the table.“Both of you need to chill. I loved home but it was time to get back. This is my year.”

Shuri and Riri’s eyes have met several times across the room and each time it’s like time stops. Soon a text comes in on her phone.

*buzz*The Princess❣️✨:Come Here.

“AZ we gone have a ball this year it’s senior homecom…” Xavi was talking so fast when Shuri tapped his shoulder he almost dropped his words. “Yo I am ready for it all but, I have to check y’all later.” Confused, Xavi looks at her defeated, but Miles was hip. “Alright AZ we see you. We all know Dr. Clement is ready to catch up with you.” Shuri shoots Miles a thanks and she heads for the door.

Shuri glances back one last time and Rihanna is already at the far end doors. Swiftly making an exit she text’s back.

*text*The Kween 🖤⚡️:Be there in 5.

Swiftly she heads for the older unused part of the building. Shuri grins ear to ear.

Their relationship is complicated to say the least. Rihanna Robin Williams head cheerleader and everyone’s sweetheart is not only popular but smart. Genius level smart that she tends to hide it. She only shows some of her talent to keep her grades up but not to it’s full so she keeps popularity. A shallow reality of high school. Freshman year was so great for her she made the cheer squad and gained so many “friends”. But one in particular stood out. What she didn’t bank on was falling in love with that one who stood out.

Shuri Azari Udaku the social outkast genius who if it was not high school she would be considered cool. She was a transfer from Africa, Wakanda to be more specific. As a freshman she was teased relentlessly. It was for her looks mostly but when the school sweetheart came into her life nothing else mattered. They bonded right away. The only thing is she never anticipated falling in love with her. She also never thought it would have to be a secretive relationship.

Opening the door to the dark art room no longer being used, Shuri drops her bag on the floor and locks the door behind her.

“Azari, this is a pleasant surprise. When was I going to be told you are back?”

“It was late Robin and you know it’s not like I can just call you up, after 10pm it’s a rule. Plus you sleep so light I didn’t want to wake you.”

Riri rolls her eyes at the silly rule. This town is a little “conservative” , to put it mildly. Ri’s step Pops plays right into the hype to a degree.

“You look good.” Riri moves closer, racking her eyes over the taller’s appearance up close. Her hair was now cut to a low fade, ears are pierced with studs and cuffs of gold. She has a gold grill on her bottom teeth. She’s in a blazer with slim cut trousers. It’s the school uniform with a flare.

“You look better.” Ri has her hair braided in a shorter style with two buns on the end. She has on a fitted uniform that follows her curves just enough. Her ears are pierced with small heart hoops and one cuff of gold. Her makeup is a natural beat that brings out her eyes in a way that they sparkle.

Shuri wraps her in a close hug with both hands around the small of her back. She is held there as they talk.

“Did you miss me or are frontin’ with one of your fans again?”

“I would never they are too needy. What about you was I missed?”

“So the Princess was able to avoid questions about her love life for 6 months. I’m impressed.”

“Gary just guessed I was focusing on studies. I told him losing a classmate was hard for me.”

“You and my brother were close so I am thankful that worked. Also I was away to grieve no one came to mind but you. So yes you were more than missed.

Ri places her hand on Shuri’s face.

“I wore white the day you told me to.” With a kiss to the inside of her palm Ri closed her eyes.

“Thank you nkosazana. That means a lot to me and Mother.” The girls have craved this intimate touch for months.

“How is she doing AZ?”

Riri rarely calls Shuri by the nickname she helped to spread during their Sophomore year. It was a part of Ri’s plan to stop the teasing. It worked but the root of the name comes from Azari. So Ri normally calls her by her full middle name not AZ. Shuri peaks her eyes at her before she speaks.

“Mother is doing better than expected. But I’ll be glad to tell her that you are doing ok. It will ease her mind. With her being home she wonders about you.”

Shuri’s family is forever grateful to Riri for befriending Shuri and for making their girl so happy. In fact it was T’Challa who pointed out that the relationship between Ri and AZ may grow to be more to his Mother. During the early times the girls genuinely didn’t know what was in store for them.

When it inevitably turned from friends, to best friends, to lovebirds they embraced the girls with open arms. They had boundaries but Riri would spend almost all her free time at Shuri’s over the years. This made her relationship with Romanda strong. As far as Ri was concerned Romanda is her Mother more so then her own.

Riri and Shuri have moved to the old couch that is stored in the art room. Comfortably lounging in Shuri’s lap the two continue to catch up. “Send her my love. Let her know I miss her. Also thank her for all the recipes. My sister loves her stewed chicken and plantain.” Riri laces her fingers in Shuri’s smiling small reminiscing about times she would be over to the Udaku home cooking and laughing. They would even cuddle family style to watch movies. The memory warms her heart.

“Is she the only one you have love for?” Riri turns over to face Shuri laying on her chest. Snapping her out of her thoughts.

“What kind of statement is that to make?” AZ is smirking as she lowers her hands to Riri’s behind. Ri’s blood is runner hotter under the familiar touch.

“I mean it has been months since you’ve said it. We all know I need reassurance. One can get bored in that time.” Ri leans placing kisses to Shuri’s neck causing her pulse to quicken under Ri’s lips. Ri also bites there ever so softly to not leave a mark. The taller girl hums out a moan.

“Don’t you ever question me on that again. Azari. I love you more than you even know.” With a smile Shuri felt proud having gotten the reaction she wanted. She bends her neck some to steal a kiss on the waiting lips below her. Riri smiles as their lips are pressed against one another. Thinking of how to make this moment last, Ri mumbles.

“Come to my place tonight. I sleep much better with you there.” Moving a few inches away to speak more clearly, Shuri is confused. “Umntwana I never will question you on loving me, but may I pose this question. How do you suggest that happens? Your parents would not prefer me to be at their home.”

The reality is that’s true. Sneaking around is a necessary evil. Not only is the school uptight about “same sex” relationships. Rihanna’s parents have this thing about her image. So while they claim they are not homophobic, they think Shuri may not be the right “type” to hang with too long. Someone may get the “wrong impression.” This is why over the months they could only speak on the phone seldomly and their text conversations had to be neutral. They have some encrypted apps but it was too much of a hassle.

It is honestly backwards how her parents think. They had no problems until Shuri cut her hair. That was close to a year ago when T’Challa first got sick. AZ wanted to wear an undercut with a curly top similar to that of her brother. This started them making small comments here and there which Riri resented. She would stand up for Shuri. So they took certain privileges away because of her “attitude.” No phone calls after 10pm with anyone. No house guests unless it was a group and the most outrageous one is no going to dances with another girl. Not even a friend date. That rule came after she went with AZ to Junior homecoming and the rumor was all a buzz.

Little did Riri know her parents had a “conversation” with Romanda around that same time about keeping Shuri away from Rihanna. They didn’t want folks to think that Riri is gay. If only they knew they had been girlfriends close to 8 months by that point.

Riri pouts knowing Shuri will do whatever she wants because of it. “Not that house, the new one.” With a chuckle Shuri nods “You mean my place with my Oomakazi.” Ri smirks, “Yep.” She grins, kissing Shuri again but a little deeper. Sitting up she straddles AZ wanting to be closer and runs her fingers over the low cut. AZ has a firm grip on Ri’s body; her strong hands seem to be all over the place at once. After kissing until the need of air is required they pull back.

“Anywhere I am is yours too is what you’re saying?” AZ says smoothly. “Duh Baby. With you is the only place that feels like home.” Opening her eyes, Shuri looks at the sincerity in Riri’s face. She means it. “We just need a story for your folks.” Shuri smiles small soaking in the image of the girl in front of her. “I’ll make MJ cover me. She knows how miserable I have been without you.” “Ok well I have your location, leave your car there I can pick you up and I’ll drop you back in the am.”

Lunch is now over but they both don’t have any afternoon classes so they stay cuddled on the couch for an hour longer.

*text* Big Ri ❣️:MJ do me a favor and come to art.

*text* Mich the Donn❄️: 🤔 Art huh? I’ll be there in 10min.

*text* Big Ri❣️:😇 thank you.

In less than 10 min MJ knocks before she reaches for the key above the door. Letting herself in she locks it back and walks to the couch. Plopping down on the other end she is not phased by the couple cuddled up.

“Well aren’t you two just as sweet. Wassup AZ?” MJ greets the pair in a nonchalant manner. “MJ it’s good to see you and nothing much just here with your best friend.” MJ has a faint smile when looking at them. “Yea the Princess missed you, something awful. Been moody and all.” They poke fun at Riri’s expense but it’s true.

Ri was a mess those first few weeks. Crying non stop, never wanting to come out of her room. She had to put up a front for her parents so she would go to cheer and school “happy.” But everyday was hard. Ri’s Aunt Sharon even got concerned. She would text Riri everyday checking on her. Even pulled her out of school for “lunch breaks” and made the principal vow to not tell.

MJ was also right by her side at school and over the summer. She helped her navigate everything. Ri’s parents would not have taken kindly to what was really wrong. So more hiding had to happen.

MJ is cool with AZ so they would talk during that time. AZ wanted updates on how Riri REALLY was. Eventually Ri would just be honest with AZ but it took a few times of being called out.

“How many days is she staying at my place this time?” MJ finds humor in being aware of what is going on. “That is up to the Princess. But the normal I’ll get her tonight and drop her in the am.” Ri rolls her eyes as they talk like she is not even there. “You two love this don’t you? I am in the room you know.” This causes them to erupt into laughter. Riri is now pouting again. AZ kisses the poked out lip.

“Mm siyaxolisa Baby. But me and MJ could not help it.” MJ interjects “Right I’m sorry girl that’s just how our convos would sound. So old habits.” MJ grinned playfully. Ri kept a straight face.

“Ok ok I know that face. Question? Did you two sell your app yet?” The subject change was drastic but it made sense. The only people in the school who are this close to the couple are MJ, Miles and sometimes Xavi. They are true friends and think it’s so dope these two love each other and relate the way they do. They help them keep things low.

The last convo MJ had with them was about an app idea they were coding together. It is a new AI code that could be placed on different communication devices. Functions of the AI include but are not limited to monitoring the users vitals, being able to do advanced commands per request and actively learn the users habits. Back home in Shuri’s country they use these bracelets instead of cellphones called kimoyo beads. They programmed the AI into the bracelet and the test was a success.

When she went home Shuri held a meeting with the government’s design group and pitched the idea. The group immediately accepted the concept and allowed both Rihanna and Shuri to stay on as consultants for all upgrades to the AI. The contract is worth Millions.

“In a way, my government has retained the AI code to be used on all communication devices and Kimoyo Beads.” Shuri answers. “Wait so you mean that thing now has y’all’s app on it.” MJ points to Shuri's set of beads on her wrist. Riri shakes her head yes and commands Griot to wake up. “Griot please play on speaker AZ’s top played song of the week.” “At once Princess.” Cupid by 112 starts playing in the room. It’s kind of their song. “Y’all are sick.” MJ quips. “Griot please pause music.” “At once AZ.”

“That’s amazing I can’t believe you pulled it off the super genesises.” Looking at the time on her beads AZ got up. Riri whined as she was moved off of AZ’s lap. “Thanks MJ but it’s dismissal soon. I am going to cut out to not make it obvious. Go home and pack. I'll see you later on.” AZ is cupping Ri’s face and kisses her pouting lips one more time. Making it to the exit.

Ri throws her body over and lays on MJ’s leg. “Friend you are down bad. You are going to have to marry her soon as you turn 18.” Ri blushes and laughs at the statement but sometimes the thought crosses her mind. To be honest all kinds of thoughts cross her mind of what the future holds for them.

“That’s 6 months away MJ and this sneaking is getting old. It was fun at first but I don’t know. I want to have her walk me to first period and all the corny high school sweetheart stuff. Is that too much to ask.” Ri holds her hands on her face. MJ listens to her friend rant. “It’s only too much to ask for HERE. Otherwise no it’s not I’m sorry friend.” MJ holds her head.

“This place is so trash. Everyone is the same narrow minded hippocrates. The adults and the students. Like did you see Viv today? She was pissing me off. What is her issue?” MJ instantly gets mad.

“Same I get that she likes you and all but today was too much.” Riri looks then sits up frustrated. She laughs right after.

“MJ you are a fool. That girl does not like me like that, at least I hope not. She’s not my type and she’s way too “it girlish” . She has one more time to say something about my Baby or I’m putting her in her place.”

“Woah woah don’t hurt nobody killa. You know I’m just talking mess. But she does have an odd obsession like she wants to be you or something.” MJ looks at Riri with a pointed look. “Idk I just need her to know how overprotective I am of that one.” MJ hops up and pulls Ri up next. “Most people know how overprotective you are. Just keep doing what you've been doing. Keep the enemy closest.” MJ throws her arm over Riri’s shoulders and walks them out the art room.

The bell is ringing as they head out of the school. Almost like bad magic Viv is close behind them. “Oh my god! Where were you guys? The weirdo came into free gym and you all left me hanging.” Ri and MJ both roll their eyes at the dramatic tone.

Viv is an interesting person. She and Riri have been frenemies for years. So naturally that makes her loathe Shuri because of how close they are and she was one of the many who took the teasing too far. Ri literally lets her be around to keep an eye on her but today she’s working her patience.

Ri narrows her eyes and tenses up. As they continue to walk. “She came in looking more like a little boy than normal. So cocky like she’s not the same nerd from freshman year.” It was almost like Viv could not help herself. “Viv need I remind you to stop talking down on AZ. She just lost her brother and you are just being a shitty child about her being back at school.” MJ joins in on the read.

“It’s almost like you are obsessed with the girl. The way you are watching her and just trying to convince us how bad she is. Something is not right with that.” Viv looks as if she is going to throw up. “I am not being a child!” A smug smile plays on Riri’s face. Viv deserves this. “Well then what do you call the insulting and petty comments for no reason. It’s not like she has done anything to you. So what is the problem you have with her Viviannn?” Viv scoffs and storms off. She didn’t want to admit out loud her issue.

High-fiving the girls are now by the cars and Riri gives MJ a ride to her house. As she is driving, Shuri gives her a call. “Hey Baby you’re on speaker.” Riri is such a sucker her smile is almost permanent now that Shuri is back.

“Ok that's fine. Yo MJ. I just need to know why my wifey’s skin always glows in the sun.” “That’s because of the melanin and Daddy is home so there is that.”

Riri feels a rush, this is what she wants. To love her girlfriend out loud for whoever to hear and see. Within reason of course but the sneaking around is old and tired. “Do you two have any manners?” Miles’ voice boomed on the car phone speaker. Pulling Ri out of her bliss.

“No we do not Miles we can’t help how we show love.” AZ is feeling the same way. She hides only because of the threat by Riri’s parents. Romanda informed her of their “meeting” almost as soon as it happened. But if it were up to her AZ she would shout how much she loves Ri everyday. Shuri loves public displays of affection. Her family is that way. Hugs, kisses, gestures, gifts, holding hands she wants it all. But she finds balance in knowing Riri will not be cut off from her family. While they are not super supportive they are her blood.

“Right brother you know I have been away for months I got to make sure wifey is taken care of in every way.” Shuri smirks devilish as the words ooze from her mouth. They have some talking to do about some MAJOR things considering she will be 18 in 6 months but for now they just want to flirt over the phone. “Ugh you know what I was gone ask could I come chill tonight but I may pass.” MJ huffs playing sick at the couple’s antics. “I was gone say the same MJ but I feel you.” Miles seconds the motion.

“You two hush.” Ri is laughing and so is Shuri. “Daddy, what do you think?” “They can come, my Aunts will be glad to see you all. As a matter of fact. Griot.” “Yes AZ?” “Please add Okoye to this call.” “At once AZ”

The line chimes as they wait on her answer. Okoye is Shuri’s Aunt but is like her oldest sister. Romanda raised Okoye as if she was her own child rather than as a sibling, so their family bond has always been so unique. When word about T’Challa got to Okoye she was in Chicago in less than 24 hours. She dotes on Shuri like no other because of her being so smart and being teased. She is just committed to her family. When it came time for Shuri to make the choice to return to Baxter, Okoye proposed that she be Shuri’s guardian. Romanda agreed with no hesitation.

“Shuriiiii what is it now Usisi.” Okoye's warm tone fills the speakers. “Sista you love me don’t just assume I want something.” Everyone stays quiet but snicker at AZ poking fun at Okoye. “You are correct but I know who you are. Also hello Rihanna it has been too long.” Okoye clocks Ri on the phone.

“Hey Auntie” Riri shouts once her cover is blown. “Ri I hope this means you are coming by the house tonight. We can have your favorite.” Okoye knows Riri well and she smiles being able to hear her voice. The Williams family are one of Okoye’s many enemies. She does not understand how one can place a child as bright and beautiful as Ri in a situation like they have. She has to be miserable all because they don’t see loving another woman as “right”.

Okoye combats that by being in her corner 100% and spoils her a bit. “Ayeee! Yes Auntie I will see you soon. And thank you. I’m thankful someone loves me.” “Yes we will have to catch up nkosazana. You know I love you the most.” AZ huffs. “Ahhh no no we are not doing this tonight. My Princess knows I love her and Auntie I know you love her more but please do not throw it in my face.” The conversation is cut short when Riri pulls up to her family house.

“I will speak with you all soon thanks for the cheer advice.” Sandra Rihanna’s Mother comes to the car as the line hangs up. With a sickeningly pleasant smile like the Stepford wives her Mother greets her. “Daughter, how was your day? Michelle, it's so wonderful to see you.” Ri steps out of her car with MJ not far behind and they enter into the kitchen.

“It was nice Mom. I got a surprise visit from a coach today. She seemed very interested in me joining their team at Brown.” MJ says hi and just listens. This was not a lie but it was not the highlight of her day. “Brown is a good option! But Harvard is our place isn’t it?” Ri shines a coy smile. She honestly could go anywhere, which she wants to go to Howard an HBCU. “Harvard is on the table but I just want to keep my options open. You know that Mother. Is Gary home?” Moving into the home some more, all three ladies are in sync. “He is at a church meeting. He won't be home until the morning. It is a lock in.”

That is perfect. Gary can’t veto her going to “MJ’s”. Ri is now holding a water bottle and MJ is silently observing. “Oh that’s so nice. So I have a question to ask, can I go to MJ’s for the long weekend? The Brown coach wanted to see some clean highlight footage. Since it’s Friday of fall break, I would love to be able to go over there and get some polished footage.” Riri’s poker face was solid. This weekend could NOT be derailed. Her Mother gives a calculated look. “Michelle who will be with you all?” MJ perks up. She didn’t want to have to talk at all. Riri’s Mom gives her the heebie geebies. “My Mom and Brother will be home. He is home from college so he will be in his room the full time.”

Sandra’s ears perk up. She has pushed the idea of MJ’s brother and Riri for about 2 years now. This was going to be a great motivator. Riri was so happy she pinched MJ excitedly. “Oooh ok so Micheal is home?” Ri played things up knowing full well even if he was home Mike is going to be with his girlfriend. Adding a mischievous smile her actual thoughts are of AZ. “Well yes you may go Rihanna and stay all fall break. Don’t worry about your Father, I will make sure he does not get bent out of shape. This is for your future.”

Grinning, Ri hugs her Mom “EEEE thank you thank you. I will be working on the footage most of the week so I’ll show you when I’m home. You are the best.” Riri’s Mom beams. “And tell Mike I said hello.” The comment goes unanswered as the girls sprint upstairs to pack. They lock the door and turn on music to cover the sounds of their conversation. “Michelle Jordan Jones! You genius, adding your brother into the mix. That was the icing on the cake. How did you think of that?” MJ laughed. “Honestly he is home I just told the truth but I did know she loves the idea of y’all making babies. I don’t think I have seen parents more obsessed with having their teenage daughter pregnant than yours.” Riri is looking in the closet for an array of things. She mostly wants to have nice clothes so they can go on dates. She will steal any and everything to lounge in from Shuri. She loves to wear her clothes. Her parents have no idea who they belong to so it’s the one win she has.

“MJ honestly if they could do that or have me marry a guy tomorrow they would so that I don’t “give the wrong impression.” It’s very sad to see how far she will go. I want to bet you something.” MJ looks up as she hears Ri. She takes a glance at the little black dress she has in her hand. “What’s the bet? Side note what is this dress it’s 2ins.” A smirk plays on the short one's face. “I bet she gives me condoms. 20 bucks. And shhh don’t worry about it it goes with this.” Holding up a matching Savage Fenty set. “Oooh girl ok then what are you trying to do? Have you and AZ ever?” A flush comes across her face. “No she wants to wait. We get close and she just holds back. I’m ok with it but sometimes, I have take that cold shower.” MJ smiles and shakes her head. “AZ is a good one yo like it’s no pressure huh? Or are you trying to be a demon?” This make them both giggle

*text* The Kween 🖤⚡️:Two things. One it’s been 2 hours I miss you come on home already!❣️Two Auntie says y’all are doing a spa night tomorrow so bring your robe. (Also bring that other thing I like 😏)

A text comes in from AZ before Ri can answer. Riri stares at her phone. This is new. The convos have to stay tame on the phone because of random checks.

*text* The Princess❣️✨:Hold your horses Please. I’m going to have all your faves. 😈 We’ll be there in 45 mins.

“Ok I definitely can’t be single the rest of this school year.” MJ huffs. “My bad girl, she texted and look at this. I don’t want to be a demon because it would be both our first times but she tests me. I think she wants it to be as special as it can be. So we decided on my 18th.” Once she packs the last thing Riri flops on the bed. MJ looks at her form above. “That sounds so romantic Yo. It’s on brand for who AZ actually is. The soft sweetheart that sings you to sleep on recordings.” Ri breathes out recalling all the sweet gestures she gets from AZ in seacret. AZ also never compromises on being thoughtful. Like the recording of Ri's favorite lullabies/soft songs which help her sleep at night. Or the hand crafted jewelry that AZ makes for her which she wears everyday like her ear cuff and necklace.

“MJ, all of it is great but I wish it could be seen. Like do you know how annoying it is to have boys drooling over me and I can’t even say I’m dating anyone let alone say I have a girlfriend.” Ri is a little saddened now. “Ri you have to just have hold on a little longer. You will be 18 soon and you can do a full photoshoot with Shuri and post it in the school if you want. Now let’s go. I'm trying to have stew chicken and sweet plantain please.” They cut the music and get up to go

*text* The Princess❣️✨:New location from Kimoyo Necklace.

Shuri opens her text alert. It's a bit primitive but for now until the official launch of Griot in 6 months this will have to due. She is going to upgrade Riri to a full set of beads and update her necklace. “Miles let’s go get the girls.”

Miles looks up from the big screen in the small sitting area of AZ’s new room. The house she and Okoye are in is a mansion so they both have master suites. When they came in she cleaned and cleaned the room to be spotless. She changed the bedding to a black and purple cotton silk blend and she went to the target to get all her Love’s fave toiletries, snacks and some random matching pjs. Shuri is a gift giver and likes displays of affection. So their relationship is torture. It burns her to not be able to shower Riri with everything her heart desires even if it's just holding hands as they walk to class. Rihanna never asks for much, but the hiding kills them both. But Shuri CAN NOT allow her to be disowned by her family not before 18. 6 months and counting.

“AZ! Yo where do you drift off too? I said what is your deal for homecoming you riding solo as normal?” Shuri frowned; she knew that Ri would HAVE to have some chucklehead date in order to even leave the house. She may just do like last year and pay a dude off to dress completely mismatched from Ri and take photos. Then hand her off at the school. “I don’t know man it’s in a few weeks I am more set on the end of the year stuff you know.” Miles nods. “I hate that our school is so lame I bet they would not even trip so much if it was not for close minded parents.” Shuri tilted the wheel some to make a turn focused on her GPS. “Man I don’t know but I want to get Riri to 18 and we can do what we want.” AZ points a finger gun in the direction of the sky.

“I hear you man I do cause y’all never even you know have you.” AZ looks over for a brief second as she stops at a rare red light. “Nope not yet I hold back cause I want it to be more special then fumbling around at home. Idk what I envision but it’s not that.” The sincerity in her voice is so sweet. “You are a good one Azari.” They pull up to MJ’s but Shuri screeches to a stop. “Don’t call me that Yo!” Miles laughs as he is hit. “Yo yo I wanted to see if I could pronounce it sheesh. Stop.” Just as they stop horse playing Riri and Michelle come out of the house. Mike, her brother, is with them.

Hopping out of her Lexus truck AZ hugs her Baby with a small kiss to her cheek and then takes her bag. Dapping up Mike they all exchange some hellos. Mike was always a good dude. He was in the class with T’Challa so he looked out for them all as a big bro. “AZ can’t believe they let you back through customs.” With a grin. “You know what, I almost didn’t make it. They flagged me for having too much phone activity from your girl.” The joke made Mike chuckle. Looking down at Riri who is tucked under Shuri’s left arm, Mike clocks her look. “Naw that can’t be true cause if it was you’d be dead.” Tipping his head to Ri AZ kisses her face whispering in her ear. “You never got to worry she white not my thing.” Riri does not stop her and just soaks in the kisses.

“Get a room you two sheesh.” MJ walks past to get in the car. AZ says goodbye to Mike with a promise to link up. Miles hops in the back because the seat literally has Princess embroidered on the headrest in Xhosa. So her seat is secure. They lace their fingers together as the drive commences. “Ok so my Mom knows I’m out and won’t be back she likes you AZ so we good.” AZ nods glancing in the rear view. “Cool at least someone likes me. One is a start.”

Ri is stoic but thinking. Her family being against anything LGBTQ is a huge hurdle for her but young love makes you feel invincible. She could care less if they approved what was the worst they would do. Kick her out? Disown her? That’s all things she does not care about if she can be with Shuri. “Baby Sharon likes you, she thinks you are adorable.” AZ takes Ri’s hand and kisses the back. “I know she likes me and she is so wonderful to you. I know I will meet her soon yes?” “That you do.” The short drive is over and all 4 young people pile out of the car. Like magnets AZ and Ri are holding hands as she walks her into the house.

“The new place is huge Baby what in the world!” AZ smiles. “Yea it’s a lot of square feet to fill. But me and Auntie won’t be here alone. Her besties Ayo and Aneka are coming to stay with us for a while after the hard launch of Griot. Mother will remain home with Nakia. Of course you can be here whenever, however long you want.” Riri loves the sound of that she blushes looking into Shuri’s eyes. Wrapping her arms around the taller girl loosely. “So when I move here in 6 months the invitation is still open?” AZ looks at her and raises her eyebrows. “A closet is already clear for you my Love.” Ri smiles as AZ falls back onto the couch in the living room joining Miles and MJ.

“Ri your Mother and Father would die if you did that.” “Let them I would no longer be in need of them. I will have my own money and a place to be. The countdown is on.” Okoye comes into the room with snacks smiling. “Still so brave, I like it. How are you Princes?” Riri jumps up to hug Okoye, pulling her into a very warm embrace. Riri feels so much love. This is truly her family. “Ahhh I have missed you, the only person I want to see now is Mother.” “Well when you have your passport you will be able to come to Wakanda with us to see her. You will love Wakanda, the landscape and technology will blow your mind. You may even find your wedding destination.” Okoye winks and smiles, letting Riri go and heads back to the kitchen.

This is the second wedding/marriage hint today, if it happens a third time there may be a need for a discussion. Ri sits back down cuddling into AZ’s lap. She wants to stay like this forever. “Princess, you coming to Wakanda will be at the top of our list of things to do. I think Mother would hold you hostage for the first 3 whole days.” Laughter erupts from everyone. “AZ could we come along?” Miles chimes in. “After the launch of our company we could set something up which would allow you and MJ access to travel vias. Wakanda is very strict about who is allowed into the country. Borders were completely closed for all foreign travel until about 15 years ago.” MJ looks and listens with intent. “Our culture is to be very reserved and guarded. Wakanda is a very advanced nation with great resources. Our country never wants for any of them to be exploited.” Okoye adds the reasons for the country's precautions.

“Azari, so how do I have a visa already?” AZ smiles. “Mother petitioned on your behalf for a research visa two years ago. It was granted and now that you are a partner on the Griot you will be able to have full citizenship.” AZ says with pride, Ri blushes in response. “Wait a minute! So the Princess is not only the head cheerleader and super genius she is going to be Wakandan too!? Miles chimed in jokenly. The night went on well and AZ took MJ and Miles home just before 10pm. Ri was alone in the bathroom when her girlfriend returned.

“Baby is that you?” Ri calls out with a smile as she tied her hair up with the silk scarf Shuri left for her in the mirror. “Yes my love I see you found all your items. I got all your favorites.” AZ hugs Ri from behind, kissing her on the neck. Their height difference is so adorable. “I am going to need them because I am staying all week.” AZ’s face lights up, picking Ri up to kiss her on the lips. “You are kidding! How did you get a full week away from the house?” Ri is loving the attention. She answers with a smile. “Well MJ mentioned her brother was home and Mom offered for me to stay the entire week. I jumped at the suggestion. You have no idea how much I have missed you.” Kissing Shuri again Rihanna made the kiss longer with more passion. AZ walked with Riri in her arms to the bed and laid her down as they kept kissing. AZ moved to bite gently at her loved neck being careful to not leave any crazy marks. Ri moans out as she grips onto AZ not wanting to let her go. *kiss* “Ndiyakuthanda nkosazana. ugqibelele” *kiss* The two made out for sometime before AZ needed to take a shower. “Baby you are taking so long.” Shouting from the other room AZ laughed. “Yes but I need to smell good.” Coming out of the bathroom in the matching pjs AZ got into bed on her side and Ri instantly cuddles up into her arms.

“Can I tell you something? I don’t mind your smell unshowered, even a little sweat is fine.” Laughing both girls can’t believe Ri just admitted that. “That is true love sheesh. How did I get so lucky?” Ri traces invisible lines on AZ’s chest as they cuddle. “To be honest I’m the lucky one Azari. I have you and a second family who love me for me not some image. You all are my real life.” AZ was quite a moment Ri sometimes knew exactly how to take her breath away. (It was all the time.) Placing her hand on Ri’s cheek AZ looked her in her eyes and smiled. “This is the life we will live forever with love and freedom. I promise you that Rihanna Robin.” They kiss and soon drift to sleep. Both had not had a peaceful sleep in so long because they needed each other.

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