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How are you keeping today girlie? 🎶

Yesterday was ass because I was sick, but i'm trying to make today good lol. got some good editing clips yesterday tho so that's a blessing in disguise. I was watching a volleyball match like "ill just screen record some parts where she looks sexy" next thing you know I got a whole knew part of my camera roll lolll. but im gonna try and get some writing done today and some more listening of The Drivers Era new album hehehe. hope your days going good!

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Alexia and Alessia, yes fucking please 🥵

Alessia being all shy and not having been with a girl before (going with this since we know next to nothing about her love life lol) and thinking she's as straight as a ruler until England play Spain and she's looking at Alexia like she's just discovered a new religion and realising she's as straight as one of those bendy rulers

Alexia's head tilting because England's star girl is looking like she's ready to beg right there and then and she's not bejnf subtle about it. Half of the England girls are glancing at Alessia like 'yeah...she ain't straight guys, she's looking like she wants to bite into Putellas' bicep.'

Leah, Keira and Lucy specifically being encouraging for this. They know Alexia a bit more than others because two of them played with her and Leah is captain so her and Alexia are practically unspoken bros in my head 😂

Like nahhh let her loose, go on Less. Get your little gay life started, she'll rock your world 😂

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OMG YASSSS !!

I love the whole "sees one sexy women than realizes their gay" trope. like yeah that was me LMAOO. stuck in denial until I saw a sexy woman playing volleyball on the living room tv at 10….aaaannnd now I write gay porn so 🤷🏽‍♀️ anyways—

and no the way Leah, Lucy, and Keira would be pushing Less over towards after the match. She's blushing like crazy, cheeks redder than a ripe tomato, and trying to push back against the forced steps from her 3 teammates….until she bumps straight into someone's back. She freezes at first— doesn't even notice the fellow England players fleeing the scene as their hands retreat from her body. Oh no, she's in a trance. Because she feels the electricity crackling beneath her skin, knows exactly who it is before she even finishes turning her head.

"I'm so s-sorry," Alessia stutters over her words as their eyes finally meet. A higher pitch cracking out of her mouth from the sight of Alexia up close. Her words trail off, lost in the sea of the Spaniards features. Captivated doesn't even begin to describe it. Alessia's never felt this before. This all consuming wave crashing over her, like she's been floating out at sea until Alexia walked in, and then the tides started pulling her down. And now? Oh, she's surely drowning. But that's okay, because Alexia is there to pull her back up.

There's a warmth behind her eyes, a comforting blanket that wraps around anyone lucky enough to fall under her gaze. She smiles at the loss of words, taking a few seconds to study the face of the woman in front of her. Her eyes are striking, just like her football skills. They both hit you fast when you notice them— like running full speed and then falling face first. Which Alexia has done many times in her youth. Always one to chase after what she wants, pushing herself to always come out on top.

"Want to swap jerseys?" The accent flows off her tongue like magic, putting a trance on Alessia.

Her heads nodding before she regains her ability to speak— and breathe, properly again. "Y-Yeah!"

Right as Alexia's about to pull the sweaty kit off her body she sees them— Keira, Lucy, and Leah all peaking over like a group of gossiping school girls. She holds in her giggle at the antics of the women, returning her attention back to the girl and task at hand. When they're both left in their sports bras and shorts there's a moment of pause as their hands brush. For a few seconds all the noise surrounding them disappears, all the eyes, cameras, and people fade into the background. It's just them. It's like fireworks going off, Alessia nervous system on the frits from all the new emotions being rushed into her brain. Oh god and is that her heart beat in her ears?? The Englishwoman doesn't even hear the next words out of the pretty blonde across from her, just sees her lips moving— and oh god did her lips always look that soft? "I-I'm sorry, w-what did you say?" She shakes her head a little, trying to come out go this fog that's seemed to of swallowed her whole.

Alexia can't help but let the laugh fall from her lips, tongue coming out to wet them as she leans closer, a hand coming out to shake Alessia's. "You can call me Ale, all my friends do."

"Oh," Alessia breaths out with a smile, "I didn't know we were friends."

The Spanish woman has a look on her face Alessia can't quite decipher, but she quickly finds out. Cause while they're still clad in minimal clothing, Alexia leans fully in— sweaty bodies colliding as her lips brush against the skin of Alessia's ear, goosebumps arising in her wake.

"I'd like to be more than that, but we can see where the night goes," and she doesn't pull away at first. Oh no. She waits till she feels and hears Alessia's breath gasp, her body tense up as her heart rate picks back up. She smiles against her skin, and that's when she pulls away. Slipping on the Lionesses Jersey as she proudly sports 'RUSSO' on her back.

Alessia doesn't even hesitate when the next words out of Alexia's mouth are, "Do you want to get a drink?"

She's saying yes before Alexia can finish the sentence, an even deeper shade of red left to dust along her nose and ears as the heat travels back up towards her cheeks. They agree on a place and time. And then she's gone, jogging back over towards her team as Alessia stands still in the aftershock.

She stays like that until Leah's there to cone running up and smacking her on the shoulder, "You're still half naked by the way, love bug. Might want to slide that jersey on before we get group pictures."

okay ill stop now, but no seriously love this duo hehe !!!

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LEAH AND KIM?!

I'm in heaven. This pairing!

I have seen exactly ONE fic where there is even a hint of this duo and I'm obsessed and need more

Leah normally being the dominant one and going into this thinking it will be the same until Kim's one look has her on her knees

Champions League final night and Kim just has Leah blacking out in pleasure because her girl just won with her childhood club, she needs a lot of praise and attention. Leah could be pushing her away at one point but she knows her girl doesn't want that because she's dripping more than she was two seconds ago.

Leah not expecting to feel anything towards Kim until one day Kim is lecturing the team and has a glare that cuts through people and Leah's soaking and practically drooling

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AHHHHH IM (S)CREAMING!!!!!!!!!!! 🧠 anon you've done it again...

See the hardest part about writing this duo is I'd wanna be mother fucking sandwiched between them. like JESUS CHRIST AND A COMMUNION WAFER 🥵

the way Leah would think she's in charge, trying to lead the kiss until Kim shoves a thigh between her legs. She gasps at that, pulling away to look her in the eye. Ohhh and that's when she crumbles, submits in ways she never has. But this is Kim, she's known Leah for so long. She knows her in ways probably no one else does, and there's a comfortable familiarity. It feels safe in her arms— secure. So she lets herself fall onto the mattress, back arching and voice hoarse from screaming out pleasure for hours on end. She wakes up with to breakfast in bed— specially cooked by Kimmy herself. It's a normal gesture in their friendship, but with the added addition her being butt as naked in her co-captain's bed and said woman wearing her jersey from last night? It feels more intimate than either of them expected. They talk about it though, oh hell no. They keep those lil feelings to themselves as they go about business as usual. It isn't until practice the next day when Kim's working out in the weight room, arms bulging and eyes finding Leah's in the mirror. She does that same stupidly sexy smirk she had painting her face along with with Leah's cum the previous night, and suddenly Leah's thighs are clenching together. She's sweating before she even starts her workout, skin on fire from the look Kim's face. OH FUCK. Yeah, Leah is screwed. Literally and figuratively.

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Kimmy and Leah? pffft, do the people want it? the people NEEEEED it! i fear the people will simply pass away without it

well well well you know me. i'm not one to deny the masses 😏 this is 100000% going on my list of upcoming fics teehee 🤭

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Joining the wagon with a poly relationship with the 3 best friends and lucy or lucy, Keira and Leah

Everyone falls for r and almost legit ruins so many friendships but then they realize they can all have her and admit feelings for each other too period ;) some crazy soulmate shit

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OMG I LOVE THIS!!! I went a lil crazy….

Them all competing with each other to see who can win R's affections. Getting her favorite coffee/tea order every morning, her favorite snacks/meals, getting her flowers after a big win, always complimenting her. It's kind if like a game between all 3 girls to see who can come out on top and swoon her. little do they know R has a big fat crush on all of them, that's why she keeps turning them all down if they ask her out. How can she pick one when it'd break her lil heart to turn the others away? Yeah the attention is nice, but it can also be suffocating when you're actively fighting your emotions.

It isn't until one night the girls are all a little too drunk, words of spite spit out at each other in the comfort of Leah's living room. This was suppose to be a fun movie night for the 3 of them, and now Keira and Lucy are storming out the door— frowns etched onto their faces as they let the rift between them grow. They don't talk for at least a week, R's nonstop ramblings of begging them to tell her what happened going unanswered every time. That leads to R getting too drunk at Lucy's place, letting it slip about how she has feelings for all the girls. R cried in her arms that night, apologizing for breaking up the friend group— it was never her intention. She just didn't want to hurt anyone, or herself for that matter. Picking one meant forever yearning for the other 2 and leaving endless 'what ifs' to ponder her mind.

It isn't until that next morning they agree to meet back up at Lucy's request, sitting in her living room this time as the tension settles across the room. It's then she tells them her plan— they don't need to battle it out for R if they just share her. She tells them what R drunkly confessed, scoffs of disbelief at first. But then she keeps explaining and the idea doesn't seem so crazy after a while. That's when they devise a plan to get their girl, making a group chat and inviting R out to eat with all of them. R might not know it's a date yet, but she'll find out soon enough.

Especially because Leah can hardly hold herself back, letting it spill before the appetizers even come out. R's face is one of shock, and something else the girls can't quite place. She's hesitant at first, a pout finding her lips as she looks at Lucy. "Is this some kind of prank because of what I told you?"

The Chelsea player is quick to respond, a soft look overtaking her features, "Darling the last thing we'd ever do is joke about how we feel about you."

Keira chimes in now, "Yeah, we almost never spoke again over how much we all love you. Then Luce told us what you said, and we realized this could work between all of us."

Leah finishes it off, "So what do you say, Love?" Her hand finds R's above the table, finger rubbing circles into her wrist. "Will you be our girl?"

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I MISSED YOUUUUU

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🦋 ANON !!! I'VE MISSED YOU TOO AHHHHHHH

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"You held her like you'd never let her fall."

well just stab the knife and twist it why dont you 🥲 beautiful work as always < 3

i've got you - aitana bonmatí

word count - 960 | summary - after the champions league loss, your girlfriend needs some much needed comfort, even if she won't ask for it.

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“you played really well, you deserved a goal.” you muttered, aitana’s head firmly tucked into the crook of your neck. your arms were wrapped tightly around her, as if you were protecting her from the world around you, shielding her from the weight of the loss. 

“but i didn’t,” she mumbled, voice muffled by your shirt, but the cracks in her voice were clear, “and we lost.”

her body trembled with quiet sobs, your t-shirt wetting slightly as she pressed herself further into your chest. you could feel her disappointment, the way her heart was breaking, and the shame she was wearing across her face. 

“i’ve got you.” you hummed, one hand cradling the back of her head, fingers dancing through her hair, the other moving slowly across her tense back.

you spent most of the season on the sidelines, trying to recover from the dreaded acl injury that had been striking its way through womens football. sixty seven minutes in the first champions league game of the season was all you managed before your knee buckled underneath you. 

even with your lack of involvement in the season, the loss still hurt. you’d been coasting off the highs of your teammates for months, and all of a sudden it was gone. it all came crashing down. 

though tonight wasn’t about you. as much as your heart ached, you knew hers was worse. 

the two of you stayed like that for a while. tangled in silence, no words between the two of you, just muffled cries as you held her tight. there was a  silent acknowledgment of what was going through your girlfriend's mind as your hands brushed through her hair lightly. 

eventually you pulled back, just enough for her to look up at you. her eyes were glassy and red, tears staining her cheeks. she looked small, vulnerable, in a way she rarely let herself be. 

“i’m staying in your hotel room tonight.” you said, voice firm. 

she shook her head slightly, yet the look in her eyes didn’t match her words, “pere will say no, i’ll be okay.”

“no, he won’t.” you countered, gently but without hesitation, “he doesn’t get a say in this, and i know alexia would say yes, so i’m listening to my captain.”

a broken smile tugged at her lips, her eyes softened slightly as she gave you a small nod. 

there were still things you had to do, shake hands with the winners, clap for the fans who stayed with you to the end. it all felt rehearsed. you did what needed to be done, but your mind was already focused on how you could help her. 

the changing room was silent, heavy with unspoken grief that no one wanted to confront. everyone moved like machines, grabbing bags, slipping on jackets, avoiding eye contact. no one showered, no one wanted to stay a moment longer in that place where the dream had ended.

you followed behind aitana closely, not wanting her to feel alone for even a moment. you knew she wouldn’t admit to needing you, to needing the comfort and reassurance you could bring her, so you took the signs as a silent plea. 

this club was more than a badge on her chest, it was her life. yet it all came crumbling down around her. 

she struggled to swipe her keycard into the door, her hand shaking at every attempt. again and again, the light flashed red. you stepped in gently, fingers brushing against hers as you took the card from her trembling grasp and unlocked the door. 

she dropped her backpack to the side of the door with a soft thud, slipping her shoes off her feet. without a word, she climbed onto the bed, curling into herself as she gripped onto a pillow as if it was about to disappear. 

you mirrored her actions, dropping your things by the door before moving slowly towards her. 

“aita,” you whispered as you reached the edge of the bed, “can i hold you?”

a muffled “si” came from beneath the pillow. 

you climbed in beside her, and if it was routine, she turned around, wrapping herself around you. her head tucked under your chin, her arm finding home over your waist as her legs tangled into yours. you held her close, one stroking her hair, whilst the other ran slowly up and down her arm.

“do you want to talk about it?” you asked gently, your hand never faltering. 

“not right now, por favor.” she whispered, her hand gripping tighter to your waist as she spoke. 

“that’s okay, amor. whenever you’re ready.” you replied, tightening your hold, as if you were trying to stitch her back together with your embrace.

eventually her breathing steadied, the rhythm steading out as she fell into a calming sleep yet the firm grip on your waist remained. your hand never stopped moving, continuing to trace her skin as she got the rest she so clearly needed. you pressed a gentle kiss on the top of her forehead, watching as she buried her head further into your chest. 

you didn’t bother waking her up for dinner. instead you pulled your phone from the nightstand and texted patri, asking if she could pick you up some food and leave it outside your door. you knew aitana wouldn’t want to leave the safety bubble you created and neither did you. 

the next morning came too early. the flight back to barcelona felt like a marker of disappointment. 

but for a few more minutes, you lay there, arms around the girl you loved, in the aftermath of a dream that slipped through your fingers. and even in the quiet, even in the pain, you held her like you’d never let her fall.

a/n - thank you to the anon that suggested this! and thank you for reading! any feedback is always appreciated <3

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this is fueling my Viv addiction 😫 need her to take care of me and be my supportive gf in the stands pls and thank you

Stubborn skateboarder

Vivianne Miedema x Skateboarder!reader

Summary: You get injured and Viv is there for you.

Word count: 4.2k

It was late in the afternoon. Vivianne had just finished with training and she was in the locker room, putting the last of her things in her bag. “Hey, Viv. We're getting some lunch. Do you want to come too?” Vivianne turned her head, meeting Jill. “I would love to, but y/n asked if we could have an afternoon for ourselves.” Vivianne explained and Jill smirked. “An afternoon for yourselves, huh?” Vivianne rolled her eyes, because she heard the teasing tone in Jill her voice.

“Yes, an afternoon for ourselves.” Vivianne said with a sigh. Before Jill could make another remark, Viv her phone rang. Viv frowned, because it was a number that she hadn’t saved in her contact, but something in her gut told her to answer it. “Hello, is this Vivianne?” A female voice asked on the other end of the line. “Yes. What can I do for you?” Vivianne asked, her voice still very suspicious.

“Euumhh, y/n had been in an accident during practice and she can’t drive.” Viv her eyes changed from suspicious to concern. “I’m on my way.” Viv said and hung up the phone. She started to shove the last things in her bag, while Jill gave her Dutch teammate a confused look.

 “What is going on?” Jill asked concerned, still a bit confused. Vivianne let out a sigh, before speaking again, “y/n had an accident during practice and she can’t drive.” Vivianne answered, trying to keep her voice steady. “Accident? Doesn’t she play the best England skateboarders tournament in two months?” Jill asked, because you hadn’t shut up about your chance of maybe going to the Olympics for England. “Please, don’t remind me. It’s all y/n talks about.” Viv said with a proud smile. “Okay, let’s go!” Jill chimed and took her bag, while Viv gave her a confused frown and took her own bag.

“You are coming?” Viv asked with a raised eyebrow. “Jill, you don’t even like being there. You have been there once and all you did was complain.” Viv reminded Jill, who shrugged. “In my defense; they all rolled so slow on the course.” Jill said with her hands up in defense. Viviane let out a quiet laugh and shook her head. “Alright, speedy, let’s get moving.” Vivianne joked and walked past Jill, who followed.

Twenty minutes later, Vivianne and Jill arrived at your skateboard training facility. You sat in the changing room, ice wrapped around your elbow. The door opened, revealing your girlfriend and one of your close friends. “Viv, what are you doing here?” You asked and Vivianne walked over to you, taking a seat next to you on the bench.

“Your coach called.” You groaned. “I’m fine, really.” You insisted and Vivianne let out a laugh. You have been known for your stubbornness, even when you were injured. “Are you? Because I see clearly that your elbow is wrapped up with ice, doesn’t scream ‘fine’ to me.” You rolled your eyes, but no real annoyance behind it. “You sound like my coach.” You huffed and Viv just kissed your forehead.

“I love you too.” Viv teased and that earned a small laugh from you, while you played with a lock of her hair. “How did you fall?” You looked up, meeting Jill her eyes. “Well, I just did a easy rail grind, but I miss-timed my landing and well, I fell and caught myself with my elbow.” You explained a bit embarrassed, because it was a simple trick. “Maybe, your mind was somewhere else or should I say, with someone else?” Jill teased and looked at Vivianne, who rolled her eyes. “Please, stop talking Jill.” Viv finally said, but with a small smirk on her lips and she turned her attention towards you again.

“Does it hurt a lot?” You nodded and tried to bend your elbow, but Viv stopped you mid-motion. “Don’t. Do they know what it is? Do they know if it’s broken?” You nodded once again. “No, they said it’s just sprained, nothing serious.” You said with a sigh of relief, because if it was broken, you would miss the tournament. The door opened again, it was your medical team.

“So, we examined the scans we made and it looks like you will be out for 3 to 6 weeks.” The medic announced and you shot your head up, meeting his eyes. “No, no, no. I can’t…I have the tournament in two months.” You shook frantically with your head, Vivianne placing a hand on your shoulder, trying to keep you still. “We know, but if you take enough rest and ice it every now and then. There is a chance you’ll be back sooner and can still participate in the tournament.” You let the words of the medic sink in. Rest.

You never were the one to sit still, so that was going to be a challenge. “Okay, take things slow. I can do that.” You said with a confident nod, Vivianne gave your shoulder a squeeze. Letting you know that she will support you. The medic gave Vivianne a few advices, about icing your elbow and about what you can’t do. “Okay, that’s about it. Ohh and y/n? Please follow your girlfriends instructions.” The medic teased and you rolled your eyes. “Don’t worry, I will keep an eye on her.” Viv laughed and you stuck your tongue out to her.

“You are enjoying this way too much.” You huffed and leaned against the wall. “Well, it’s nice to boss you around. Think about it like payback.” You raised a eyebrow at that. “Payback for what, exactly?” You asked, but you knew the answer to that. “Ohh, you know. When I got injured with my hamstring, you bossed me around.” Viv reminded you with a smirk and you? You let out a groan, while Viv and Jill tried to hold their laughter.

“Okay, drama queen. Let’s get you home.” Jill said and Vivianne helped you on your feet. You were about to reach for you bag, but your girlfriend was ahead of you. “I have two arms!” You yelled, but Viv was already heading towards the door with smirk at her lips. You let out another huff, before moving towards the door as well, Jill bumping her shoulder against yours.

2 weeks into recovery

It was 2 weeks in your recovery and it went well or that’s what you thought, because in Viv her eyes, it was exhausting. You had tried to sit still, you really tried, but your ‘I need to move’ genes thought otherwise. You sat on the couch watching TV. Viv was at training, so you were home alone. You looked around the apartment. There were a few boxes scattered around the room, so you took it upon yourself to clean them up.

You hadn’t looked at the time, but Vivianne would be back from training in fifteen minutes. After a while, you had moved the light boxes away, but now you only needed to do the heavy once. You picked one up and winced at the sting in your elbow, but you ignored it. You walked slowly to the spare bedroom, but then you heard it, the lock of the door. You closed your eyes, hoping that it would make you disappear. “What the hell are you doing?” Vivianne her voice cut through the silence of the living room and dropped her bag on the ground. You sighed and put the box down, wincing again.

“Please tell me that that is the first box you wanted to move?” Vivianne asked with a sigh and your eyes dropped on the floor. “y/n…” Vivianne started and walked over to you, tossing the keys in the bowl on the counter. “How many boxes did you move?” Viv asked and cupped your face, forcing you to meet her eyes. There was no anger in your girlfriend’s eyes, only concern. “Four.” You said, your voice barely above a whisper. “But I swear, they were the light ones.” You whispered again.

You felt the tears in your eyes. You didn’t want to sit still, you didn’t want to rest, you wanted to move and do things, you wanted to practice. “I know…I know I shouldn’t have moved them, but I don’t want to feel useless.” Your voice cracked halfway through your sentence and Viv pulled you into a hug, her hands making circles on your back. “You’re not useless, you hear me. You are healing, your elbow is healing and that takes time.” Viv whispered in your ear, pulling back from the hug to meet your eyes.

“You know, you are acting the same way I did, when I was injured, remember?” You let out a laugh, because you remembered it all too well. “Yeah, you moved around the house, like you were doing a marathon, but you needed to rest.” You recalled and Viv nodded. “I was very stubborn and what did you say to me?” Vivianne tilted her head. “I said that you needed to sit back on your ass and let me do the household tasks.” You said and a laugh escaped your lips.

“Exactly, so let me do that now and you sit your ass back down.” Vivianne ordered, after she pressed a kiss on your lips. You only hummed and walked to the couch, while Vivianne picked up the box. “Also, I will ice your elbow, after I have taken care of the boxes.” Vivianne yelled from the hallway and you leaned your head back against the couch. You closed your eyes and let out a sigh, while you heard Viv move in the spare bedroom.

4 weeks into recovery

In the fourth week of your recovery, your elbow didn’t hurt anymore. You got cleared to do some light arm exercises. The exercises went well, you could complete them all, without wincing or taking a break, so you got the green light to train again. On your first day back, Viv went with you. “Are you ready to roll around the course? And please, don’t miss-time your landing again, okay?” You turned your head to Viv, your skateboard in your hand.

“Ohh, c’mon, you’re never going to let me live that one down, are you?” You asked with a sigh and Viv just nodded with a smirk. “Not a chance. Now let me see what you got.” You nodded and headed to the entrance of the course, Vivianne leaning against the low wall. Her eyes followed you around the course.

You were hesitant at first, but that left after you made your first tricks. You have been practicing for an hour, until you reached Viv, who had a proud smile on her face. “Well, well, you still got it in you.” Viv teased and you let out a huff, and playfully hit her arm. “It’s like riding a bike.” You said with a smile and wiped some sweat from your forehead.

“Here, you need it more than I do.” Viv said and handed you a water bottle. You took the bottle from Viv, your fingers brushing against hers. “You really looked like yourself out there. Instead of the stubborn skateboarder that I got to know in the last 4 weeks.” Vivianne teased and you shot her a playful glare, before closing the water bottle.

“Stubborn? I call it determined.” You stated with a nod and handed the bottle back to Viv. “What are you doing?” Viviannes asked with raised eyebrows and you smiled. “I’m going another round and you can watch how good I am.” You stated, before going down the ramp. “I already know how good you are!” Viv yelled, but you didn’t hear her, you were already too far away and too concentrated on your balance. Viv sighed with a smile and put the bottle on the ground.

“You’re going to be the death of my patience some day.” Viv mumbled under her breath, but couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at her lips. Viv her eyes followed you over the course again. You were completely in your element. Doing grinds, doing air tricks after you skated on the ramps. Vivianne held her breath every time you went up in the air, afraid that you would fall.

Viv knew what you were doing, but it still scared her to death, that you would fall or miss your board. “You are going to the Olympics, don’t you worry.” Viv mumbled under her breath again, when she saw you doing your signature move. You flew in the air, flipped your board with your feet and eventually you landed perfectly on your board and Viv? She could breathe again and she gave you a little nod.

Back to full training

It was 2 weeks later and you got cleared to fully train again. You were alone this time, because Viv had training herself. “y/n, how is the elbow?” You turned your head and met Emma, your coach’s eyes. “Good, nothing to worry about.” You grinned and Emma gave you an approving nod, before walking over to you.

“Here is your set list for the tournament.” Emma announced and handed you the paper. You scanned the paper. You loved your current set list, but a feeling gnawed at you. You have done this set list for 4 years now, you wanted something new, something to impress. You wanted to let England know that you deserve to go to the Olympics. “Something is bothering you. Spill it.” Emma, her voice interrupted your deep thinking.

“Yeah, it’s just…” You paused, because Emma had always made your set list. “y/n, what is it?” You sighed and handed her the paper back, while you ran your other hand through your ponytail. “The list, it’s a bit boring,” You started and wouldn’t dare to look Emma in the eye, afraid to see her reaction. “I love the tricks, don’t get me wrong, but I just want…” You trailed off and Emma sighed, taking a seat next to you. “You want something new.” Emma finished and you looked surprised at her, because there was no hurt or disappointment in her voice.

“Yes, but aren’t you mad?” You asked surprised and Emma shook her head  with a laugh. “No, of course not. We’re a team. You’re allowed to say what you think.” Emma reassured you and you pulled her into her hug. “You are my favorite coach, you know that?’ You said with a smile, which earned another laugh from Emma. “I’m the only coach you have had.” Emma huffed with a smile and you bit your lip, trying to suppress a laugh.

“Alright, let’s see what we have.” Emma said and looked at the paper. “Y/n, are you sure about this? Because these are some of the most difficult tricks in the sport.” Emma said, the seriousness in her voice. You looked at the list in your hand. You knew you needed to train hard, if you wanted to get these new tricks to stick, but you needed to impress the judges.

“Look, I know you want to go to the Olympics, but this list,” Emma started, gesturing vaguely to the list in your hand. “that’s not your only chance, you can go to the Olympics with your basic list.” You closed your eyes. You knew that Emma was right, but you wanted this, you needed to do this. “Look, you only need to say yes and we’ll do this list, but you can always say no. We are a team, remember? You make the call.” You opened your eyes again, meeting Emma her eyes.

“I can do this. I’ll get this list under control and once I do, I can do these tricks in my sleep.” You said with a confident nod and a smile. “That’s all I needed to hear.” Emma said with a smile and stood up from the bench. “Make yourself ready. This will be the longest 2 weeks in your career.” You nodded and started to prep yourself, while Emma walked out of the room. Once the door closed, you stopped prepping for a second. Letting the moment sink in that this was the best decision you ever made or this would be the worst decision you ever made.

After a few minutes, you arrived in the skating hall, your skateboard in your hand and you had your gear on. You frowned, because the course was empty. “Emma, where is everyone?” You asked and Emma turned to you, “they cleared the course, because you can’t be interrupted by others.” You nodded in understanding and put up your helmet.

“Alright, just start easy and then you can try the new tricks we have added on your list.” Emma instructed and you nodded, before turning to one of the beginning ramps. “Just breathe.” You whispered to yourself, because if you had to tell the truth? You were terrified to do new tricks, ones you had never done before. You closed your eyes and remembered Emma her words ‘just start easy’.

You opened your eyes and started. Emma stood on the side, seeing your balance and your movements. “y/n, spread your balance!” Emma yelled, but it was too late. You did one of the new tricks, but you lost your balance and fell on the ground, your skateboard rolling away from you. “y/n, are you okay?” Emma asked, once she reached you. You laid on the ground and groaned, but it was more out of frustration than pain.

You were about to respond, but then the door opened. “y/n!” You pushed yourself up on your elbows, seeing Viv running on the course. “Hi, love.” You said with a smile and got up on your feet. “What happened?” Viv asked with concern and you just shrugged. Emma left, so you two could get some privacy. “Explain.” Viv said and you sighed, while you took off your protecting gear.

“Well, Emma and I have made a new trick list for the tournament.” You said with an awkward laugh and Vivianne raised an eyebrow, because you hadn’t discussed this with her. “Since when?” You sighed, dropping your helmet on the ground. “Since this morning.” You said and rubbed the back of your neck.

“Look, I know you don’t agree with it, but I want to get that ticket to the Olympics. You know how much that means to me.” You explained and Viv nodded, because you hadn’t shut up about the Olympics, ever since you got the news “I know, I know. Are you sure about this?” Viv asked with a defeated sigh, because there was no way of talking you out of this.

“Yes. I will do what I need to do. I will get it right.” You said determinedly and Viv saw it in your eyes. “Well,” Viv started and picked up your helmet. “you better get on that skateboard of yours.” Viv teased and put the helmet on your head. “Yes boss.” You saluted her and picked up your skateboard. Viv and Emma stood to the side and looked at how you started again.

The tournament

It was the tournament day, two weeks after you had made a new trick list. You had trained hard, harder than ever before. You were determined to place first today. Earning that ticket to your first Olympics. You were the last to perform, so you could watch all the acts. It didn’t help your nerves, because everyone before you, got high scores. “If you keep staring like that, you will burn your opponents.” You turned around, seeing Viv sitting casually on the couch.

“Oh, maybe that will give me a higher chance of winning today.” You said with a sigh and walked over to your girlfriend, who handed you an apple. You shook your head and started to pace from left to right, going over your tricks you need to perform. Vivianne sighed and stood up, setting the apple on the table. “Hey, come here.” You looked up once again, seeing Viv her hand reaching out. With a smile you took her hands in yours and she pulled you into a hug. “Are you sure you don’t want to do your old list? You know that in your sleep.” You opened your mouth to argue, but Viv her smirk cut you off.

“Trust me, I’m sure you did an aerial trick once in your sleep.” You shoved Viv playfully back. You were about to say something, but the loud claps of the audience were ahead of you. “Next up is; y/n y/l/n!” The speakers yelled and you felt a lump in your throat forming, when your name was getting called. “Here.” You met Viv her eyes. Viv had your skateboard and helmet in her hands. “You’ll do great and remember, you don’t have to do things you’re not comfortable with.”

You huffed, because you thought Viv was going to say something else. “I really thought you were going to say; “And remember, I’ll always be proud of you”.” Viv chuckled at that, while you took your gear. “I was about to say that, but you were ahead of me.” Vivianne said with a smile. “But I was serious on the part, that you don’t have to do things you’re not comfortable with.” Vivianne now said in a serious, but still concerned tone. You smiled at her, but quickly pulled her towards you and kissed her on the lips.

Viv let out a sigh through her nose, her hands finding your waist and your hands on the back of her neck, deepening the kiss. Viv pulled back, you both a bit breathless from the kiss. “Go, before you get disqualified.” Viv teased. You gave her a quick kiss on the lips, before taking your stuff and heading to the course.

Vivianne moved to the railing, her eyes on you. She saw the hesitance in your eyes. Even though you had practiced your new list, you were terrified that you would screw up. But you needed to do this, to do tricks that are out of your comfort zone. You tilted your head, your eyes scanning the crowd, but they stopped on Viv, who mouthed ‘I love you" to you.

This gave you confidence. You let out a steady breath and stood ready to start. The buzzer went off and you jumped off the ramp. Viv her eyes followed you everywhere. How you grinded on the rail, how you flipped your board when you were in the air. You were a bit shaky in the beginning, but once you were in your element, you were at your best. Viv her face was filled with pride.

Two months ago, you were stubbornly moving boxes in the living room and now you were doing tricks that you had to learn in two weeks. “Yes, y/n!” Viv yelled and clapped in her hands, when you did the first trick. Vivianne had seen some of your tricks during practice, but not all of them. You were almost done, but you only needed to do your signature trick. Your eyes glanced over to the usual ramp you used. It was a low ramp, but your eyes quickly landed on the highest one. You changed your direction and headed to the high ramp.

A few gasps and whispers were heard, but nobody could take their eyes off you. Vivianne her hands gripped the railing, her knuckles turning white. “What are you doing?” Viv whispered, because she hadn’t seen this. Because every time during practice, you ordered Vivianne to leave, because this was a surprise. Vivianne held her breath, when you moved onto the ramp with full speed.

Once you were in the air, you turned once, twice and a third time. Your feet made contact with your board and you landed perfectly on the ground. Vivianne let herself breath, once you stood still, the crowd around you erupted into cheering. You looked at the scoreboard and you had a complete score, 190 points, the highest score out of everyone.

Tears pricked in your eyes and dropped to the floor, because you actually did it. You would go to the Olympics for England. “Yes!!” You felt arms wrapped around you. “You did it, love!” Vivianne whispered into your ear and you let the tears of joy fall. “I did it!” You cried and tightened your grip on Viv her arms. Viv pulled back and took off your helmet. You saw the tears in Viv her eyes.

Before you could react, Vivianne her lips met yours, it tasted salty because of your tears, but you didn’t mind it. You would go to the Olympics and you were kissing the woman of your dreams. “You did.” Viv whispered against your mouth, her voice full of love and affection, while wiping the tears from your cheeks. “I’m so proud of you! I knew you could do it.” You choked out a laugh and buried your face in her neck. Viv tightened her grip around you, one of her hands resting in your neck. “I love you, I really do.” You said to her, after you pulled back, just to meet her eyes.

“I know and I love you too, you have no idea y/n.” Vivianne said, before pulling you into another kiss. You broke the kiss and hugged Viv again, the tears had stopped, but you still felt all the emotions. “I’m going to the Olympics, Viv. I’m going.” You finally said and you heard a soft laugh escape from your girlfriend’s lips. “Yes you are.” Vivianne whispered and tightened her grip on you once again. 

[daphwritesworld]

#22 O. Batlle & #7 S. Paralluelo x Reader— MEDDLE ABOUT. (PART ONE)

(A/N: shoutout one of my Tumblr bestie's for pushing me to write this— WHEW!! this is very very self indulgent but idc. my page my rules lol)

content: American!reader, stripping in front of a crowd, mentions of past sexual encounters, drunk Barca girlies getting crazy at Alexia's house, sexual tension so thick everyone can notice, nothing too too steamy just yet

warnings: intoxication & alcohol use, beer pong ball to the forehead, mentions of secret hookups, public nudity, teasing banter among teammates, and I think that's it for now tehee

synopsis: What happens when you fall into bed with two of your new teammates, and swear on keeping them hidden from each other? Might be harder than you think…especially when they've been hooking up for years before you came into the picture. A team bonding night at Alexia's may be just what you all need to get on the same page.

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The sweltering heat of Barcelona beats down on your exposed skin as you step out of the car. You’ve been invited over to your new Captain’s place, a team pool party to break the ice and get to know the girls better. It’s been a flawless transition into the Spanish team aside from the language barrier. You’re learning Spanish and most of the girls know enough English to get through conversations. A light dusting of sweat starts to form on your palms, nerves settling in with each step you take closer to the door. You can already hear the music and mingled laughs pouring out of the backyard. The thoughts swirling in your head do a good job of distracting you, because you don’t even notice the body standing behind the glass door watching you approach. At least not until you reach for the handle and the door glides open before you can blink, a familiar voice filling your ears. 

“¡Hola niña bonita!” The blush can’t help but creep up to your cheeks under her gaze, rosy enough to blame on the heat if you needed to. (Hey pretty girl!)

Ona stands before you, wet hair slung to one side of her neck as a towel loosely hangs from her hips. Your eyes can’t help but follow the water droplets falling down her muscular form, toned stomach so perfect it looks like the Gods chiseled it straight from Tuscan Marble. 

“¿Cómo lo dices? Ehh my eyes are up here,” the smirk on her lips doesn’t go unnoticed. (How do you say?)

“I know,” you finally meet her gaze. “Can’t a girl enjoy the view?” 

She laughs at that, a hand coming up to grab your own as she drags you into the house. “Only if I get to return the favor.” 

The teasing tone behind her words lights a fire underneath you, a need to have her hands back on you growing by the minute. You should probably be using this time to get acquainted with different players— you’re familiar with Ona, comfortable even. Within a week of your arrival you found yourself falling into her bed, but I mean who could blame you? Too much Tequila after your Barca debt was maybe a bad idea in hindsight, but the hangover was so worth the orgasms. Ona had made a perfect pass to you not even 5 minutes out on the pitch, and you took full advantage. Not only did you make the winning goal, but secured the player of the match title as well. It was only fitting that your partner in crime celebrated the night with you. 

You pull out of her grasp and your hands go to the hem of your tank top, a smile gracing your lips as you slowly pull the piece of fabric off. Ona lets her lip fall between her teeth as she watches your little show, your shirt being thrown at her before you move to the shorts covering your bottom half. Goosebumps cover your skin as the air conditioned breeze glosses over your body as you expose it. Heavy eyes following your every move with ease, her hands quick to catch the discarded clothes thrown towards her chest. 

“Eres un problema,” she breathes out with a sigh. (You are trouble.)

“Yeah but you like it,” you start to lean into her body. 

She mirrors your movements, eyes trained on your lips as your face grows closer. You can feel her breath hitting your lips, breathing in the same air as you pause less than an inch away from her. “Come on,” it’s whispered so light Ona barely catches it. “¡Vamos a mojarnos!” And with that you pull away from her intoxicating presence, leaving her to collect her thoughts and sanity alone in Alexia’s living room. The tile beneath her feet is quick to become her new place of solace, a few breaths to steady her heartbeat and then she's out the door after you. Trying to play it cool like she isn’t losing her ever loving horny mind in front of her teammates. (Let’s go get wet!)

“Hola Y/N!” It’s echoed around the pool as you exit the sliding glass doors. You give a smile and a wave, moving around to give hugs and greet the girls as you try and find the cooler. God knows you need a drink after that foreplay inside the house. “Where are the drinks?” You ask your captain. Aside from your pussy making friends with a couple of your teammates, Alexia is one you’ve refrained from fucking so far. She’s been a mentor, a friend, and like a big sister these past few weeks. “Not even a hello? ¿Saludas a todos excepto a tu anfitriona? You Americans are rude!” (Do you greet everyone but the hostess?)

“Ale! Hi hello, now where is the cooler?” You give her your best innocent smile, a pout soon to follow when she still doesn't answer your question. “Over by Ingrid and Frido in the shade,” Alexia can never stay upset or annoyed at you too long. Maybe it’s because you're still new, but the Captain has a soft spot for you that you always play on to get your way. “Thank you! Beautiful home by the way, brick work is amazingly detailed!” you call out as you skip over towards the Europeans. 

You faintly hear the dramatic words spoken by Alexia as you carry about, “¡Ella actúa como si nunca hubiera estado aquí antes!” (She acts like she’s never been here before!)

“Beer me please,” you call out as you approach the girls. Ingrid has her nose in a book, trying to find some peace in the chaotic environment surrounding her. Fridolina is already in the cooler, pulling out a seltzer for herself. “Watch this one Frido, she gets crazy after 6.” Ingrid’s eyes are covered by her sunglasses, but she can’t hide the smile on her face as she says it. She and Mapi had roomed next to Ona that first night you let yourself fall under her spell….safe to say they’ve kept your extracurriculars a secret so far. 

“Don’t worry i’m on a 2 drink limit today, I drove myself here so I can’t get drunk sadly.” 

“Oh what a tragedy,’ Frido laughs as she opens your drink and hands it to you. “I car pooled so I’m limitless tonight. Now go mingle and get to know the younger players. You’re their age and always hang with the old heads– go make friends Y/N!” 

“You say that like you don’t enjoy my presence!” You fake a gasp as a hand goes to your heart, “I’m the life of the party and you know it Rolfö!” 

“Oh I know it, now go show them that!” 

You chug the first half of the beer, nerves settling as the alcohol hits your tongue. You look around the extravagant patio, trying to find where you’ll venture next. You ultimately settle on joining some of the girls in the pool as they start a volleyball game. You walk over before setting your beer down on the side of the pool, “Can I join?” 

“Por supuesto! We need someone to join Salma’s team so it works out perfectly,” Mapi happily agrees. (Of course!) 

Your eyes find said teammate through the net, her hair wrapped up in a bun to keep it out of the water. She’s already looking at you, well your body if we’re being specific. Eyes trained in on every detail of your skin she’s explored with her hands, lips, and tongue. Reminiscing as you make your way over to her side of the water. A hand comes up to help you steady yourself down into the pool, sliding down to linger around your waist as you find your footing. “Gracias,” you swiftly move around her frame to get into position. (Thank you.)

“En cualquier momento, hermoso,” Salma replies. She licks her lips for a second, having to use all her strength just to look away from you and focus on the game at hand. (Anytime, beautiful.)

“I hope you're ready to go down, abuela!” You call out to Mapi as you’re handed the ball to serve from Salma.

“Oh, bring it on chica!” She calls back at you. “La edad trae sabiduría!” (Age brings wisdom!)

“Yeah and brittle bones,” you snap back before raising your hand to serve.

Some of the girls around you laugh at the remark, Vicky too distracted repeating the joke to notice the ball heads straight past her. 

“1-0! ACE serve from Y/L/N!” You cheer out as your teammates exchange highfives.

“Did she mention she played all through school before switching to football?” Alexia says as she slips into the water on Mapi’s side. 

“CHEATER!!” Screams from the other side of the net call out as you stick your tongue out at them, your middle finger sliding up as well. 

“It’s called being multi-talented! You should try it some time,” you give a teasing smile as the words leave your mouth.

“Play nice, Y/N!” Is shouted from Ingrid as she joins the side of the pool, her legs dipping into the water as more players come over to watch the game.

“¡Ella no está acostumbrada a eso!” Mapi responds. (She isn’t used to that!)

“The Ref hates to see her coming,” Ona joins in on the banter.

“Nuestra propia Yellow Card Cutie,” Salma agrees. (Our own)

“Are you gonna keep smack talking or actually hit the ball?” You call out to the otherside of the net. “Losers pay for our next team dinner!”

“Tráelo, Y/L/N!” Patri finally gets in on the action. (Bring it)

Cata goes to serve it  for their side, your eyes anticipating where she’ll try and go. Just as the ball starts to come down in the air you call out to Clàudia, giving her a heads up to block on her side. The water splashes as she jumps up, hands making perfect contact with the ball as it bounces back down towards the other side of the net. Vicky tries to dive to save it, but she slips at the last second. She goes under the water as the ball smacks in the ripples she left behind. 

More cheers sound out as your side celebrates its early 2-0 lead. You turn to congratulate Salma, but she’s already behind you. You bump into her frame and she lets her hands find your waist again to help steady you. “Qué suerte tengo de tenerte en mi equipo, Star Girl,” it's whispered against your ear. Her lips ghosting along your neck as she pulls away. (How lucky I am to have you on my team)

You take a deep breath as you try and steady your heartbeat, body and mind betraying you in ways you wish they wouldn’t right now. You’re supposed to be acting discreet, keeping your flings underwraps– especially from each other. But at this rate you’re gonna be found out before you can even make it to beer number 2. Lord help you. 

“Stop flirting already and get your head in the game!” Pina lands a slap to the back of your head. 

“OW! I-I’m not flirting! It’s called sportsmanship!” You pout at the Spaniard, hand coming up to rub the spot she’d just whacked. 

“¡Pina!¡Sé amable con la novata!” Alexia calls out from across the pool, a motherly finger wagging in her direction. (Be nice to the newbie!)

“Yeah, be nice Clàudia!” You squint your eyes as you say it. 

“And you,” Alexia’s finger now turns towards your direction, “¡Deja de pensar con el coño!” (Stop thinking with your pussy!)

Your mouth falls open at the accusation…really on observation if we’re being honest…which we aren’t. “Ale!” 

“Close your mouth, chica,” Ona’s voice is closer than you remember. “No quiero que atrapes ninguna mosca.” (I don’t want you to catch any flies.)

You feel her touch before you see her, toned abs meeting your back as one of her hands comes up to close your mouth. She lets her fingers linger under your chin, her touch sending jolts of electricity through your nervous system. “Can Kika and I join?” 

“Of course!” You answer a little too fast and a little too eager. “The more the merrier right!” 

You make quick work of separating yourself from the sex on legs behind you, needing the space to get your head back on right. FUCK. Ona and Salma less than 5 feet away from you? This is actually your worst nightmare and ultimate fantasy all wrapped into one. Okay game time. No more accidental strip teases or too friendly of touches for the rest of the night….let's hope. 

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The game goes by quickly, your team dominating the match. Not to diminish the other girls' efforts…they got a whole 4 points during the 3 sets. Which is actually pretty good with you on the other side of the net against them. You're now 5 beer pong games deep, taking a win against every team so far. You and Patri teaming up was like the stars aligning just right for an unstoppable duo. Alexia had agreed to let you all stay the night after endless begging to turn the team bonding party into a sleepover, so now you’re well past your original 2 beer limit. With the freedom of your new abode you take the opportunity to have a few cups of the liquor being passed around– and of course it’s Tequila. You know what your national teammates say? Tequila makes Y/N’s clothes fall off. 

“¿Quién es el siguiente?” Patri announces as you two do a celebration dance against Esmee and Jana. (Who is next?)

“¡Tu reinado de terror está a punto de terminar!” Has the hair on the back of your next standing up. (Your reign of terror is about to end!)

You turn around quicker than you’d like, losing your balance as Patri’s quick to help you stay upright. It’s Salma and Ona, water still dripping from their bodies as the setting sun casts a sparkle from the light catching them just right. “¿A menos que tengas miedo?” Ona’s quick to jump in with Salma’s teasing. (Unless you’re scared?)

You recover quickly, attitude a natural reflex you can’t quite seem to tame. “Of you two?” You can’t hold back the laugh that dances past your lips, “Nunca.” (Never.)

“Ohhh,” Patri’s already resetting the cups on the table. “¡Tiene algo de fuego en ella!” (She’s got some fire in her!) 

The two girls across from you smirk at that, sharing a look before mirroring each other’s words. “No tienes idea,” and then they’re taking their spots. Leaving you to ponder what the hell they’re playing at. (You have no idea.)

“¡Apresúrate!” Patri calls for you. (Hurry up!)

It snaps you out of your daze, walking back over to your side of the table. The red cups in front of you become a million times smaller with two girls you can’t seem to stop spreading your legs for placed behind them. It has you glancing anywhere but in their direction, alcohol already clouding your judgement and reservations. 

“Winners first,” Ona calls out across the table. 

You pick up the small hot pink ball, dipping it into a cup of water before taking your stance. You take a deep breath, settling in on the middle cup and letting it fly as you exhale. It sinks into the desired cup and you jump up as you throw your arms in the air. “All air, no cup!” You cheer around Patri as she takes your previous spot. Your partying is put to an end when she misses her shot, a pout quick to reach your face as Salma chases after the neon green ball of Patri’s. “Drink up ladies, I still sunk mine!” 

“Oh it’s on now!” Ona calls out, a smile so big you’d think she’d just won the lottery. 

“Don’t be so cocky,” you roll your eyes. “It’s not a good look on you.” Yeah you are LYING straight through your teeth. In fact it might be the hottest she’s ever looked– but you’d never admit that out loud. Especially not when the sight of the two girls in front of you taking a swig from their cups has your legs ready to buckle. 

She cocks her head at that, a reply on the tip of her tongue as she contemplates saying it aloud. Ona decides on a quick shake of her head, a small smirk working its way onto her lips as she picks up the ball you’d thrown. Salma approaches the table as Ona throws her ball, sinking the same one you’d done to them. You groan at that, hand already lifting your cup to your lips for an unmeasured shot. It was honestly more like 3, but you’re so far gone at this point you can’t be trusted to know. “Oh, what was it you said? All air, no cup, right?” 

You can’t help the rush between your legs as you take in her confidence, thighs slightly squeezing together as you try and be discreet. You hope she doesn’t notice, but of course she does…along with her partner next to her.They once again exchange a look between each other– speaking without needing words. God you wish you knew what the fuck they were saying. Nerves filter into your system, palms starting to sweat as Salma takes her place for her turn. You take this time to stretch, arms going up above your head as you let the stress of the day leave your shoulders��you may also arch your back a little, a pretty sigh leaving your lips with your tits on display as you bat your eyelashes at the Spaniard across from you. 

It seems to work, too. Because her ball goes bouncing off the seam of two cups, a frustrated look shot your way in the process. You match her frustration with a sly smile, sliding into position as you reach for your lucky ball. “Losers have to jump naked in the pool,” you say before tossing your shot– sinking it in the front cup. Your opponents flash you a look you can’t quite place, but agree nevertheless.  

The energy seems charged since your offer– tension so thick in the air you could choke on it. Within minutes both teams are down to their final cup, your heart about to beat out of your chest. “Come on, Patri!” Pina shouts from the sidelines. The other girls crowd around the chaotic scene unfolding, cheering for different sides as the balls keep flying– one missing after the other. It’s like you’ve all lost your groove at the final moment, furrowed brows and curse words slipping from your lips. 

You take your place once more, taking in a deep breath before attempting to finally end this…and see two majorly hot women skinny dip. That’s a pretty good fucking motivator if you ask me. You use all your strength to focus, eyes lasered in on the single cup across from you. Your arm bends back, and just as you go to throw it? You catch the women across from you subtly flexing, muscles slightly bulging as you get lost in the ripples of their forearms. The ball flies straight into Alexia’s face, nowhere near the table and causing even more chaos to unfold around you. 

Your hands go to cover your dropped open mouth, feet moving as you run over to apologize. “Oh my god! Capi, I'm sorry!” Your face is beet red from embarrassment. “¡Lo siento mucho, Ale!” (I’m so sorry!) 

She’s dramatically holding the spot on her forehead, a permanent scowl stuck on her face as she rubs her head. “¡Te dije que dejaras de pensar con el coño!” You smack her on the arm, a pout appearing on your face as you deny the allegations being hurled your way. “Now look what you’ve done!”  (I told you to stop thinking with your pussy!)

She jabs a finger into your chest, “¡Probablemente tengo una conmoción cerebral! (I probably have a concussion!)

You roll your eyes at that, eyes narrowing in on the tiny red spot present. “Oh, don’t be ridiculous!” You flick the spot with a finger of your own, “¡No hay ni una sola marca!” (There is hardly a mark!)

She pushes you away from her and back towards the table, “¡Estoy cambiando de equipo!” (I’m changing teams!)

You fake a gasp at her declaration, the back of your hand going to rest on your own forehead as you play up the act. “Oh no! How will I ever survive!” 

The girls around you laugh at that, already used to Alexia’s dramatic antics. You make your way back over to the table, Ona having already retrieved the ball in the midst of all the commotion. Patri misses her shot, a mix of boos and cheers sounding out from the peanut gallery. A frustrated noise finds its way out of your mouth, head thrown back as you send up a prayer. Salma is first to throw this time, mixing up the sequence to see if it’ll shake things up. You bite your bottom lip, anticipation enough to make your head spin. Her arm comes up, hand comes back, and she locks eyes with you. She doesn’t even look at the cup, sinking it while a smirk appears on her lips. They don’t even take the time to celebrate, Ona already lining up to finish the game off. 

Her muscles bulge as she takes her stance, tongue peeking out of the corner of her mouth as she concentrates on the task at hand. She makes quick work of it, making the same cup as her partner mere seconds before her. The girls around you jump up as they explode from the fiery finish, a drunk Aitana screaming out about taking more shots. 

“Las perdedoras pueden decidir,” Salma says. “Shots before or after?” (The losers can decide.)

You instantly know what she means, heat rushing to your face as the realisation dawns on you…DAMMIT. You just had to up the stakes with skinny dipping, didn’t you?! But momma didn’t raise no bitch, so with a sigh and a shake of your head you reach for the half empty Tequila bottle.  “Bottoms up bitches!” You yell out before turning the glass back, so much alcohol already in your system it doesn’t even burn anymore, it’s more like juice now. The cheers surrounding you only fuel the fire, and when the bottle comes down from your lips you’re instantly yelling for someone to put on some music. If they want a show they’re sure as hell gonna get one.

Irene is the one to move first, drunk hands stumbling with Alexia’s ipad hooked up to the speakers littering the patio. “¡Lo rompes y luego lo compras!” Ale calls out from the couch. (You break it then you buy it!)

The blonde defender doesn’t even have a chance to reply before music is blasting out to cover the small talk going around. The familiar chords of Carlos Sanatna floating through the air has your body reacting on instinct. Your hips start to sway to the beat, arms coming up over your head as you let them slowly fall down to start caressing your body. Your hands stop around your neck for a second, fingers untying the bikini string before they continue their journey down. The screams and claps of your fellow teammates only makes you grow more confident as the fabric falls down your chest to expose your tits to the girls around you. It’s not cold but chilly enough to make your nipples harden when the nighttime breeze brushes against them, the string around your midsection still keeping it from fully leaving your frame. You do a slow spin to face towards Ona and Salma, hips still swaying as your fingers slip into the hem of your bottoms as you tease them down, then up, then back down again. It’s enough to get some of the girls to look away from the sheer promiscuity of it all, mouths dropping open accompanied with widened eyes to match. They’ve seen their fair share of crazy shit in their days, but never from a fellow teammate. In the club? Plenty of times. Hell even fans on the street have flashes them a few times, but for one of their own to be the center of all this attention? It’s never been done before, at least not to this extreme. They dance dirty, they’ve participated in shit they’d die if it ever got leaked– but holy fuck. You’re really giving them a strip tease that would even make the most seasoned freak blush, and it’s exhilarating– not just for them but for you, too. 

You’ve always been more on the wild side, your national teammates already knowing too well of your antics. But never on a club level have you truly felt so free and involved. They truly see you as part of the team– no, a family. They dont judge you or give you any reason to feel insecure. You were a rising star back in the states, but with the added support and love from your new team? You’ve been excelling in ways no one expected. That alone has your confidence high enough to feel this free around them…and the liquor definitely helps.

Your national teammates might be onto something…Tequila really does make your clothes fall off. 

[daphwritesworld]

I want her to punch me in the fucking face dude. like kick a football into my cranium and ill say thank you type shit

😮‍💨

[daphwritesworld]

umm Kim being a bit dominant over Leah making my brain go brrrrrr. Like... the power dynamics 😮‍💨 Please, please, please write this (only if you want to of course)

OH MY GOD— trust me I will be adding this to my request list. I was ready to write it for myself, but if the people want it? I must provide 🫡

[daphwritesworld]

this shit had me crying in the club. equally beautiful as it is heartwrenching. 100000/10 recommend 🥹

Different loss, same grief | Beth Mead x Reader & Renee Slegers x Platonic!Reader

5k celebration prompt: "I don’t need you to fix me, I just need you to hold me."

Warnings: talks of parental loss, and absent parent

Woso masterlist | Words: 1.4k

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You thought you had been good at hiding your emotions, only showing them when no one was around. It had worked at home, you didn’t think Beth had any idea of what was going on in your mind. But now you’re on the pitch, running your drills, and you can feel Renee’s eyes on you.

Not the regular way a coach would watch you, no she was watching you as a friend. A friend who knows your tells way too well for your liking. Renee used to be your roommate back when you both played for Linköping, so you knew each other quite well before she joined the coaching staff at Arsenal. She sends you a questioning look, but you quickly shoot your head, silently asking her not to get into it right now.

After that short interaction with Renee, you focus back on your training. You hope no one caught on, because you were really not in the mood to share your feelings with the rest of the girls. You loved them dearly, but you just were not wanting to talk about it.

For the next drill, you were playing a little 1v1 drill. By pure chance, you were paired with your girlfriend, but you had a feeling that Renee had a say in the pairs. Everyone lined up, one of the duo on each side of the balls that were lined up in the middle. The game was simple, a version of the head, shoulders, knees, and toes game. The twist was that the ball would be amongst the body parts named, first to get the ball will win a point. Beth was properly excited and egging you on about being faster each time she got the ball first.

Once training on the pitch was done, everyone had their own individual plans. You didn’t have anything specific on your schedule, so you decided to go for a jog around the pitch. Usually running helped clear your mind, but today it only seemed to focus more on the parts you were trying to set aside.

That’s how you found yourself at Renee’s office. After training she always had her door open to any player who wanted to come talk to her, and you had taken her up on that quite a few times since she became head coach.

She’s focussed on her laptop, so you knock on the door softly. “Do you have a moment?” You ask when she looks up at you. She closed her laptop right away, “Of course, my door is always open.” She smiles as you step inside and close the door behind you. “Manager or friend?” Renee asks as you sit down on the sofa in the corner. “Friend, please.”

“Last week I saw this video on TikTok about a girl saying ‘I don’t wanna be like my dad, but with anything football related, I become my dad’. I don’t know why it got to me so much, like my job has been playing football for a long time, yet somehow my brain went back to little me doing everything surrounding football with my dad.” Tears were welling in your eyes now, so you wiped them away quickly before continuing. 

Renee walks over and sits on the other end of the sofa. “Alright, what’s on your mind?” You stay quiet for a moment and then take a deep breath.

“You remember the whole story of my dad walking out on us?” Renee nods, her face turning more serious. She remembered how much you used to struggle with it when it had still been recent, but she hadn’t heard you mention him recently.

“And of course this is all around Father’s Day, where everywhere you go there is something about dad’s being great, amazing, or the best, and mine wasn’t. Mine isn’t. He left and started a new family without us, and I am stuck here with another Father’s Day approaching, without a father I am in contact with.”

Renee, who was quietly listening, put her hand on your shoulder to offer you some comfort. “I’m sorry that’s been going on in your mind. Have you talked to Beth about it?”

With a shake of your head, the tears finally start spilling. No more holding them in now. “I want to talk to her, I need her. But I can’t. I can’t tell her.” 

Renee gives your shoulder a quick squeeze before she brings you in for a hug. For a moment you just cry in her arms, but when your sobs fade away, Renee asks you why. 

“Because she lost her mom, like really lost her mom. I can’t be upset about losing a parent, because I chose to go no contact, to someone who had no choice in losing her parent.” You sit back up and lean against the back of the sofa.

“While you have experienced different kinds of losses, it doesn’t mean it’s not allowed to ache the same way. She might be one of the few people that truly understands the pain you’re feeling.” Renee said, and you let her words sink in. “Maybe you’re right.”

You sat with Renee for a while longer, just sitting on the sofa while she continued her work. Her words were wise, and convinced you that maybe talking to Beth about your feelings could actually be beneficial to you. Beth left training earlier than you because she had a session before practice, and you just wanted to go over how you wanted to tell her everything.

When you finally deemed yourself ready, Renee hugged you once more before telling you to go talk to your girlfriend, and get the comfort you need for her. You thank her again for being there for you, and make your way out of the building.

Once you opened the door to your home, you could smell a delicious smell coming from the kitchen. Beth had started on dinner, and was quietly singing along to the music that was playing in your home.

You walked to the kitchen and took in the sight around the corner. Beth chopping up some vegetables, the sleeves of her hoodie bunched up at her elbows, and her hair up in a ponytail. 

She smiled when she noticed you. “Hey babe.” She turned to you and her smile instantly fell. “Are you okay, darling?” Apparently you couldn’t hide it as well as you thought you could for the short time before you were going to tell her.

“I’m okay.” You said and walked closer to her. Beth quickly wipes her hands on the kitchen towel. “Are you sure?” You nod. “Did someone piss you off? Is your knee hurting again? Do I need to tell someone off?” Beth’s smile grows as she is trying to use humour to get you to open up.

“Come on, love, what can I fix?” She is standing right in front of you as she asks you, one of her hands reaching out to your arm. That’s when you break again, tears streaming down your face. "I don’t need you to fix me, I just need you to hold me." Beth takes less than half a second to pull you in for a hug. She holds you tight while she rubs her hand up and down your back.

“Dinner can wait, let’s sit down.” She walks you over to the sofa and pulls you down with her. You tell her what you told Renee as well, between sobs, hoping that Beth is able to puzzle it all together as one clear story. 

Once you’re done saying it all, Beth is quiet for a moment to take it all in. Hearing that you weren’t sure if you could come to her, left her heart aching. “Oh baby, you know I will always be here to listen to you and to hold you. Our situations are different, but that doesn’t take away that your situation hurts you. You can always come to me, and I will always be there for you, no matter what.”

Her arms around you feel grounding. She presses a long kiss to the top of your head, you know that she meant every word of what she said. “You never have to carry anything alone, I promise.” You hug her a little tighter, a non-verbal way of thanking her.

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[daphwritesworld]

My ask has made me curious actually, which pairing do you think of that no-one else would pair together?

Can do that in terms of who you write for because going through your list of people makes me want to throw random people together 😂

Leah and Lucy? Sorted. Alessia and Keira? Here for it. Leah and Alexia? Heavenly 🥵

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God I truly need to update my writing list bc I've got crushes on so many more sports women tbh. im a libra tho okay being a hoe is baked into my celestial dna !!!

But dude personally i'm a sucker for Cat Macario and Niamh Charles. They're bantering in their friendship just makes me wanna be sandwiched between them and im not even sorry about it.

OHHHH or Maya Le Tissier paired with Katie McCabe and Caitlin Foord as a throuple if I had to add one more to that incredibly sexy duo.

omg omg omg or Alexia and Salma?? DREAM FUCKING TEAAAAAMMMM!!!!! or even Alexia and Alessia (drooling), and obvi y'all know I already have a thing for Salma and Ona so yeah teheeee.

OH GOD or Leah and Kim Little. I'm a SLUT for some Kimmy I won't even lie. now that's a duo im tryna go to mother fucking PARIS WITHHHHHH (if you catch my drift hehe)

I could keep going on, but we would be here for hours dude. 😅

[daphwritesworld]

So I'm gonna just throw a random pairing out there and ignore the history between Bronzey and her bestie because I can 😂

Leah and Lucy. L squared, hot and hotter, fucking steals the air from my lungs when they put a suit on

Or even better Leah, Lucy and Keira because ain't no way any of them would be walking normally after a single night in bed together

Keira would respect it either way whether she's involved or not like 'been there done that, yeah I get.' 😂

Just throwing the idea out there because I have a fun game of snap but with as many player pairings I can make

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OHHHHH now I can get behind this. I was just thirsting over Lucy's thighs today with my friend I can't even lie. horny brain fog took over me after I saw a video of her lifting weights 😩 literally GOD TIER content right there lmao.

THE 3 OF THEM?! ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME BRO ?!?!! oh dirty dirty thoughts are entering my brain oh dear god. now that's a bed I would like to be on. ROUND 4 ROUND— TILL THE MF SUN COMES UP BROOOOOOOOOOO

[daphwritesworld]

Okay I won’t lie, I didn’t get that reference because I wasn’t a Barbie kid unfortunately lol🤷🏼‍♀️ but I did look it up and 🧠 is melody and I’ll be Liana because we have the same features. So we’re officially Barbie girls🫶🏻

And wait deadass you were bumping the playlist during recovery? That makes me feel so happy lmao. Well to be fair, now’s a good time to mention that The Driver Era just released a new album lol, not a single skip for me so it’s good good shit. Do we play another guessing game of our favourite song on the album to see if we’re still telepathic?🤨 🎶

OMG PERFECT my features are the closest to Alexa's so this is fate and meant to be. Diamond Castle Baddies Unite!!

and of course I was that shits fire! like I've said you have never missed, and I always give props where props are due haha. AND AHHHH new Driver Era album?! I most definitely want to play another guessing game the last one was so fun…and chilling lmao won't lie. still can't believe we guess each others lol. im so excited to listen to all the new songs and get hyper fixated on them haha

[daphwritesworld]

So did we all have health problems at the same time the fuck? 😂😂

Thought I was gonna die and didn't, we live to tell the tale woop de fucking woo 🥳😂

Also I understood that reference which is iconic of you two. Can I join and be Melody? (Which is really ironic considering they're 🎶 anon 😂)

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okay guys what us up with us and almost dying?! #Connected in the wrong ways LMAOO. but no seriously I'm so glad you're both okay because what the hellie is going on? must be something in the air targeting the gays oh god.

omg YASSS! the trio is finally complete!!!!

[daphwritesworld]

I have something else for you to look for, go on Instagram or tiktok for any pictures of the Arsenal girls today with CIGARS

Let me tell you, they have the confidence to pull it off and impure thoughts were running through my mind at all times

Imma just have to get through my day even though I can't stop thinking about riding them with those damn cigars in their mouths 🥵

Also look for Lotte's singing from today too because OKAY LOTTE, didn't know she had some of that freak in her with a move like that 🥵

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oh 🧠 anon...trust me i've SEEN AND IM ALREADY WIPPIN UP SOME CIGAR STRAP RIDING FICS OHHH BABY. those pics have sent me into a horny spiral my dear LOOOORRDDD !!!! every time I see a new one it cripples my vag a little more 😩

also…LOTTE??? okay miss girl I see her with that footwoooorrrkk