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Through The Storm: 24 Hours at Le Mans | Lando Norris

Summary - Lando Norris races at Le Mans, but a rainstorm causes a serious crash. He survives with minor injuries, and though the team retires, he remains determined to race again.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

You’d always known Lando Norris was fast—dangerously fast—but nothing prepared you for the way things unfolded at Le Mans. The way the engines roared under floodlights, how the track never slept for a moment in 24 hours. And how everything—fame, focus, even friendship—could be shaken in just a few seconds on a wet stretch of tarmac.

It started like a dream.

The air was thick with fuel, tension, and adrenaline. You stood near the pit wall, your team radio slung over your shoulder, watching Lando gear up for his next stint. He grinned at you before climbing into the cockpit—still the same cocky, funny, ridiculously charming friend you’d known since before the world worshipped him.

“You better be awake when I come back,” he joked through the helmet mic. “Bring snacks. And maybe a medal for how sick I’m about to be.”

You laughed, not knowing how those words would sit in your chest just hours later.

Hour 1–9: Glory in Motion

Lando’s first stint went as smooth as silk. Night fell over the Circuit de la Sarthe like a curtain dropping over a stage, and he carved through the darkness like it was made for him. The hybrid engine whined like a banshee through the Mulsanne Straight. The team’s eyes never left the monitors, and you found yourself pacing like a parent outside an operating room.

He came in once, twice—each time looking more wired than tired.

“You good?” you asked during his second stop, slipping a protein bar into his glove.

“I was born for this.”

He wasn’t wrong. By hour nine, your team had climbed into podium contention, and Lando was pulling a double stint, because he insisted on staying in the zone. Rain was forecast for the early morning hours, but it didn’t matter then. He was flying.

You barely slept. Between the timing screens, pit stops, and Lando’s radio banter (“Tell the other teams I’m still handsome at 3 a.m.”), you were wide awake. Wired like he was. Proud, too. You saw the fire in his eyes every time he passed the pit straight.

Hour 10–14: Cracks in the Night

By hour ten, the mist began to roll in.

You felt it before you saw it—a shift in the air, like the track was holding its breath. The announcers started murmuring about slick spots near Arnage, about visibility dropping. The other drivers grew cautious. Lap times stretched. But not Lando.

“No grip on the tires,” he reported over the radio, voice calm but clipped. “But I can handle it.”

You believed him. He’d driven in worse, hadn’t he? Rain in Monaco. Chaos in Spa. He knew his limits—or at least, he used to.

The team manager hesitated before replying. “Copy that, Lando. Watch for standing water into Indianapolis.”

“Yeah, I see it. Still pushing.”

You clenched your jaw. Something about the way he said it didn’t sit right. You knew him. You’d spent enough time watching him race to sense when he was gambling. And this? This was a coin toss in a hurricane.

Hour 15: The Crash

It happened at 5:12 a.m.

You remember the silence first—the long, unnatural silence in your headset when he missed his check-in. Then the static crackled. Then:

“McLaren number 4—massive impact at Tertre Rouge!”

The words hit like a punch. You dropped the coffee you were holding and sprinted toward the monitors, your heart thunderclapping in your chest.

The camera feed showed chaos. His car was a wreck—twisted carbon fiber, wheels at impossible angles, smoke bleeding into the cold morning air. Marshals swarmed the scene. The safety car deployed instantly. Then the radio buzzed.

“I—this is Lando. I’m… I’m here.”

You sank to your knees with relief. His voice was shaking. You could barely hear him over the crackling line.

“Can you hear me?” you called into your mic, fingers trembling.

“I lost it… hit standing water. No control. Couldn’t save it.”

The medics reached him. You watched through glassy eyes as they helped him out, wincing with every step he took. He limped, clutching his ribs, helmet still on, hands stained with carbon dust. He looked at the camera and gave a thumbs-up.

You couldn’t breathe until you saw it.

Hour 16–24: Aftermath

The next few hours were a blur of hospitals, headlines, and heartbreak.

He was lucky—ribs bruised, not broken. Concussion protocol. Nothing life-threatening, but everything life-changing. You sat by his side in the medical trailer, his fireproof suit shredded at the elbows, IV drip taped to his arm. Still trying to be the funny guy.

“I told you I’d come back,” he whispered hoarsely. “I just didn’t say how.”

You didn’t laugh.

Not until later, when you helped him sneak a doughnut past the med staff.

The team retired the car officially at hour 17. A silent note on the leaderboard. Everyone kept working around you, but the energy had shifted. No one pushed the same way. The magic of the race was gone.

Still, Lando kept asking about lap times. Your team’s position. The weather.

“You’re done, mate,” you said, resting a hand on his shoulder. “You gave them everything.”

He stared at the ceiling for a long time before replying.

“I didn’t come here to survive the race,” he said. “I came here to win it.”

The Morning After

By hour 24, the sun broke over Le Mans like a promise. Crowds cheered as another team crossed the finish line. Cameras flashed. Champagne sprayed.

But you weren’t there.

You were still in the medical unit with Lando, the two of you watching the end on a tablet screen. He didn’t say much. Just nodded once.

“You’ll be back,” you told him.

“I know.”

And the way he said it, you believed him.

Because even through pain, through rain, through twisted wreckage and shattered dreams—Lando Norris still looked like he was born for this. And you’d be there when he came back.

Maybe with snacks.

And that medal he joked about.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

[ripmyselfxd]

Monaco Magic | Max Verstappen

Summary - After winning the Monaco Grand Prix, Max Verstappen kisses you—his secret girlfriend—revealing your relationship to the world in a moment of love and triumph.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

You’re pressed against the rail, just beyond the paddock, heart pounding so loudly you swear it rivals the growl of the engines. The Monaco sun glints off the harbor, dazzling and hot, but you barely feel it. All your focus is on the screen in front of you—on the last few corners of the final lap.

Your fingers tremble slightly as Max rounds Rascasse. You know this circuit like the back of your hand by now—not from driving it, but from watching him pour his soul into it, year after year. This place is unforgiving. Legendary. A win here doesn’t just earn you points; it earns you legacy.

He’s in the lead. By seconds.

The tension coils tighter in your chest. You know him—how he drives when he smells victory, how he guards the lead like something sacred. And you know better than anyone just how badly he wants this one.

The final straight.

The checkered flag waves.

You don’t hear your own scream of joy—only the eruption of the Red Bull pit wall, the champagne being prepped behind you, the announcers losing their minds.

Max Verstappen has just won the Monaco Grand Prix.

And nobody knows you’re his girlfriend.

Well… not yet.

You stand frozen for a second, caught between the urge to rush to him and the invisible wall you’ve both carefully built for months. You two have guarded your relationship like it was part of the strategy. No Instagram tags. No media leaks. Just hidden smiles, private texts, hotel hallways at midnight. Monaco was supposed to be no different.

But something in your chest cracks when you see him climb out of the car.

He doesn’t even glance at the cameras or the broadcasters circling like vultures. He pulls off his helmet, shaking out his damp curls, and instantly—instinctively—his eyes search for you.

And he finds you.

The look in his eyes is everything. Relief. Pride. Love. There’s something fierce in it too—like he’s decided, right here, right now, that he’s done hiding. That this moment is too big, too real, to pretend anymore.

Your feet move before you realize it.

You duck under the barrier, ignoring the startled glances from team members and PR staff, heart hammering like a second engine in your chest. He walks straight toward you. No hesitation.

“Max,” you whisper, breathless, half in disbelief that you’re doing this.

He grins. “Come here.”

And then he kisses you.

Not a fleeting peck. Not a quick, concealed moment behind a garage.

This is public. Passionate. Unapologetic.

His arms wrap around you like he’s afraid to let go, like you’re the only thing tethering him to the ground. Your fingers twist into the back of his fire suit, still warm from the race. The taste of adrenaline and victory lingers between your lips.

Cameras flash like lightning. Somewhere, someone gasps. A journalist practically drops their mic.

But Max doesn’t care.

When he finally pulls away, he presses his forehead to yours, breathing fast, smiling so wide it makes your eyes sting with emotion.

“They know now,” you whisper with a nervous laugh, cheeks flushed.

“Good,” he says, voice low, firm. “I’m tired of pretending I don’t love you in front of the world.”

You blink up at him, stunned.

And then you smile.

He laces his fingers through yours and turns to face the chaos—paparazzi, reporters, fans leaning over balconies. Some are cheering. Some are filming. Some are just staring, trying to figure out who you are.

But Max holds your hand tighter.

He’s not letting go.

The podium ceremony is a blur after that. You watch him climb to the top step, champagne bottle in hand, national anthem blaring. He points to you once. Not to the crowd. Not to the camera.

To you.

You catch Christian Horner giving you a knowing look. Checo gives Max a smirk that says, finally. Even Helmut cracks something like a smile.

And when the press conferences begin and the questions inevitably come—“Who was that girl you kissed?” “Are you two dating?”—Max doesn’t deflect.

He just smiles that devilish grin and says, “Yeah. She’s been mine for a while.”

It’s terrifying, exhilarating, and oddly freeing all at once. The world knows now. There’s no going back.

But when Max finds you later that night—after the interviews and the celebrations, after the suit is off and the cameras are gone—and he pulls you onto the balcony of your hotel suite overlooking the glittering city, you realize you wouldn’t go back even if you could.

He wraps his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder as you both look out at the shimmering lights on the water. “You okay?” he murmurs.

You lean into him. “I am now.”

And with his arms around you, Monaco glowing beneath you, and the weight of secrecy lifted off your shoulders, you feel it in your bones:

This isn’t just a race he won.

It’s a new beginning.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

[ripmyselfxd]

Unfinished - Lando Norris

Summary - After Lando crashes out of the Monaco Grand Prix, you find him alone and upset. He feels like he’s let everyone down, especially you. You remind him he’s only human and that he hasn’t disappointed you. In that quiet moment, you comfort him—and that’s enough.

Content - Comfort and fluff, disappointment

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

You’d known before the car hit the barrier that something was wrong.

It was barely a whisper of a slide—one tiny misstep through the chicane, a wobble you wouldn’t even notice unless you knew the rhythm of his driving like a heartbeat. But you did know it. And you felt it, deep in your chest, just a half second before the impact came.

The monitors in the garage flared with static and gasps. Team members froze. Radio silence. And you… you forgot to breathe.

“Is he—?”

“He’s moving.”

Someone behind you murmured it, but it didn’t matter. You didn’t hear the rest. You were already moving.

You found him where you knew he’d be—away from the cameras, tucked behind one of the McLaren transport trucks. Everyone else had flocked to the podium, the pit wall, or the press area, but he sat alone, on a battered black flight case, elbows on his knees, head bowed.

Helmet off. Race suit rolled to the waist. Hands in his hair.

You hesitated for just a second. You’d seen him like this before—frustrated, disappointed. But this felt heavier. Different.

So you approached without a word and sat beside him.

He didn’t look at you. Just sighed, sharp and exhausted. “I screwed it.”

Your heart tightened at the sound of his voice. “Lando—”

“All weekend. We were so close. The car was finally where I wanted it. I had it. And I just…” He made a short, bitter laugh. “Overdrove one bloody corner. Like a rookie.”

“You’re not a rookie,” you said gently.

He shook his head. “Might as well have been today.”

His fingers rubbed at the back of his neck, where the sweat was drying. You knew better than to try and cheer him up with stats or silver linings. He didn’t want logic. He wanted to feel the sting, even if it wasn’t fair to himself.

“I hate letting the team down,” he muttered. “Hate that they put everything into this, every hour of every day, and I just threw it away. And I hate that you flew here for nothing.”

Your breath caught. You turned to him.

“I didn’t come here for a trophy,” you said. “I came here for you.”

That made him glance sideways at you, brows furrowed. “Yeah, well, you got the broken version.”

“I don’t care what version you are. Broken, pissed off, covered in carbon fiber dust—I’m still proud of you.”

That cracked something in his expression. A little light, a little vulnerability.

He looked down at your hand resting between you and, slowly, his fingers found yours. He didn’t say anything right away. He didn’t need to.

You let the silence hang there, comfortable now. Just the distant hum of paddock life moving on, the clatter of equipment, the echo of podium celebrations far away.

“I thought this might finally be the one,” he said eventually, voice quieter now. “The win.”

You nodded, squeezing his hand. “And it still will be. Just… not today.”

He leaned back against the side of the truck and pulled you with him, so your shoulder touched his. For the first time since the crash, he let himself exhale properly, the tension bleeding from his body inch by inch.

“I really hate how much this hurts,” he admitted.

“That’s only because it matters so much.”

A small smile twitched at the corner of his mouth. Barely there, but it was something. His eyes stayed on the horizon, on the empty bit of track just barely visible past the trucks.

“You’re too good to me,” he murmured.

“No, I just see the you that you forget about on days like this.”

He looked at you again, softer this time. And then, finally, he rested his head lightly against yours.

And in that quiet little corner of the paddock, with the world still racing around you, Lando Norris let himself fall apart a little.

Because he knew—without question—you’d be there to help him put the pieces back together.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

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My Princesa - (João Felix)

Warnings- Dad João!!

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“Go, Go!!” João’s voice rung through the backyard as he encouraged your 4 year old daughter, Liliana, to kick the ball into the small net. “Goal!!” João yelled as he ran over to Liliana, picking her up and placing her on his hip. “Estou tão orgulhoso de ti!” (I'm so proud of you!) João said in Portuguese while kissing her face. She giggles, grabbing João’s face and squishing it between her small hands. João lets out a heartily laugh, setting her back onto the soft grass. João picks up the ball, juggling it with his feet. Liliana looks at him amazed, her eyes wide and full of curiosity. You chuckle, watching the two bond. You were sat at the outdoor table underneath a canopy, the sunset going behind the trees that secluded your backyard. Liliana walks over to you, asking for water which you happily gave her. João follows her, smiling at you as he sat next to you.

“I’m so glad we have a family.” He said softly while taking a sip of his water, staring at the setting sun. “You’re my everything, you both are.” He muttered while placing a soft kiss to your lips. You kissed back, running a hand through his hair. After your kiss he gets back up and picks Liliana up, kissing her all over the face before setting her back down on the grass and dribbling the ball, telling her certain things like “Kick the ball in the goal.” Or “Don’t pick it up!” You watched the two interact, feeling a strong sense of love, protection, and happiness when you’re with them.

“Okay, time for bed!” You call out to the two after another hour or so. João looks up and you with a pout, Liliana also looks up at you with a pout. “Aw come on darling, 5 more minutes!” João says to you, while picking up Liliana. Liliana pouts as João takes her inside, you follow them to Liliana’s bedroom. “But me don’t want to go bed!” Liliana says, her English isn’t the best because her first language is Portuguese, but she manages to say some sentences. You smile at her and pick her up, “Daddy will sing to you, how about that?” You ask her while setting her in the bed. João looks at you with a smirk but walks over to Liliana and sits down on the bed and starts to sing a Portuguese lullaby. You watch them both, taking in every small detail. After João sings the lullaby he walks over to you, putting an arm around your shoulder. “Good night, princesa.” João says as you shut the door. “I love you” you say to João as you both sit on the couch next to each other. “I love you too, darling.” João says as he pulls you closer to him. “I’ve dreamed of a family like this forever. And now I get one.” He says as he kisses your head. “One perfect family…”

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Forgotten - (João Félix)

Warnings- Just angst

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆝

It was the middle of June and João was coming back to yours and his hometown because it was a short break week from Chelsea’s training. You were so excited because João had been your best friend since kindergarten and he’s finally coming back after about 6 and a half years. Your families had always been close so he was coming over for dinner one night with his family. Yes, you were very excited but also nervous. When you two were 12 he made a promise. A promise to love you forever and come back to you. To start a family with you. You believed that… until last year. You gave up.

So here you are, stuck in your hometown working as a journalist for your local sports news station. Making just the right amount of money to get you by. You or your family was never rich, but you didn’t need to be rich when you had people you love.

「 ✦ 6 Years earlier ✦ 」

“João?!” You call out, wondering where he went. You were playing hide and seek with João, and you couldn’t find him. “João?!” You call out again, “I give up!” You had called out into the darkness. “Boo!” You jumped, looking behind you to see João. “João!” You smacked his arm playfully, “don’t do that.” He chuckled and took a step closer. “Do I.. frighten you?” You giggled and shook your head no. He chuckled again and touched your cheek, “Do you mind if I..” Your breath hitched and you stood still, ‘Is this really happening?’ You asked yourself. Sure enough, it was. His lips were soft, and irresistible. You had kissed back, wanting to savor the moment.

After the kiss you two had sat down on a log, João talking about his dream to play for Barcelona and Atlético de Madrid. “So you want to leave?” You asked him, slightly confused that he’d want to leave you, his best friend. He smiled and looked into your eyes, “Don’t worry, I’ll be back.” He said while holding your hands, “And when I come back, we’ll get married. We’ll start a family.” You smiled and asked him “Really?” He nodded, “Really.”

「 ✦ End of Flashback ✦ 」

You snapped out of your thoughts, as you were stood on the shower, washing up before João and his family came over. You cracked a smile as you washed your hair, “He’s actually coming back for me.” You said to yourself as you finished washing your hair and getting out of the shower. “He’s actually gonna do it.” You said again. You wrapped yourself in a towel and walked into your bedroom, opening your drawer and picking out a black oversized shirt with red and orange lettering- ‘Let’s watch the sunset’ on the back. For bottoms you wore simple Nike black athletic shorts. You walk out of your room, hearing voices down the stairs. ‘Oh gosh, he’s here. Okay, okay. Calm.’ You say to yourself.

You walk down the stairs, seeing brown fluffy hair, a tall figure wearing a Chelsea shirt. João. He looks even better than last time you saw him. “H-hello!” You say to João’s parents. They turn around, “Oh, darling! You look so beautiful!” His mother says to you while giving you a hug. “Thank you!” You say back, being as polite as possible. “Hello, Mr. Félix.” You say, pulling away from the hug and hugging his dad instead. He chuckled, his chest vibrating as he hugged you. You pulled away, your eyes meeting brown ones. João. He looked hot. He was much more muscular than before and more handsome. He gave you a friendly smile, pulling you in for a hug. “It’s been so long! I missed you.” You chuckled at his words nervously, his scent fulling your nose. “Yeah.. I missed you too.” He pulled away and smiled at your mom, “I heard there’s… dinner?” Your mom chuckles and leads their family towards the dinner table.

After dinner you and João take a walk, down a beach talking about college and grades. After some time you ask him, “So, do you remember last time we were here..?” You ask nervously. He smiles and looks up, thinking. “Uh, no, I don’t believe so. Why?” Your heart shatters into a million pieces. ‘He doesn’t remember he said he’d come back?’ You asked yourself in your head. He stops, looking at you slightly concerned “What’s wrong?” He asks, oblivious to what he said years ago. You look up, mad and depressed. You repeated what he had said years ago, as you spoke you saw him starting to remember. “Oh..” he said after you finished. ‘Oh? Oh?! That’s all he has to say?!’ You thought. You collected your thoughts, “so?” You ask, “Have you come back for me?” You smile. He smiles back, “uh, there’s something I need to tell you..” he takes a deep breath. “I’m dating.” You felt like your heart had been stepped on and punched. “Who?” You asked genuinely curious. “Margarida Corceiro.” You had heard about her, a cheater. “Margarida Corceiro?!” You asked, furious now. He nodded and you scoffed, “a cheater? Wow, João, I thought you~” “Wow, wow, wow.” He interrupted you, “Margarida is not a cheater.” You laughed hysterically, “yes she is João!” He shook his head, getting mad, “No she is not.” You rolled your eyes, walking further down the beach, expecting him to follow you.

He didn’t.

He stayed put, looking at you with shock and disgust. You looked back at him, “What?” He shook his head, “What’s wrong with you? You can’t just accuse her of doing something!” You sighed and tried to convince him “Listen she’s no good~” he interrupted you once more, “Well maybe if you had someone you wouldn’t be so jealous.” You looked at him with side eyes, “jealous?” You asked, shocked that he would say something like that. He nodded “Yes, jealous.” He shook his head before walking back to your house. You stood there even more heartbroken, how could he say something like that? You’re not jealous… but you were. You were jealous that he told you that he’d be back. But not for you. It was never meant to be, never for you. And now he is gone, once again.

[ripmyselfxd]

Why João Félix was not in the Chelsea line-up ↴

I am very sorry, we love you João! 💙🤍

[ripmyselfxd]

I thought - (Lamine Yamal)

Warnings- SAD, angst, mean-ish Lamine, suggestive part at the end

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It was the last day of school, and it was your senior year. Lamine, one of your closet friends was at a school game with you, the last game of the year. You were sat next to Lamine, watching as the game starts. Lamine kept glancing at you, something he’s been doing all year. You had been friends since 7th grade and now you’re both graduating, but you’ve liked him ever since 7th grade.

“¡¿Qué?! ¡Eso estuvo tan cerca!” (Aw, what?! That was so close!) Lamine exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air. You chuckled at his exclamation, fining it adorable. He looked over at you and laughed, “What?” You out shook your head. “It was just funny.” He leans closer saying, “Oh, was it?” You got a bit flustered but kept with the act. “Yeah..” He chuckled again and leaned away. The heat of his body no longer there.

The game ended in a win by 3 pints, a close game. Everyone started leaving, one by one. When Lamine got up, you grabbed his hand, looking up at him, “Uh, stay for a minute?” He nodded, slightly confused he sat down. “So… why do you want me to stay?” He asked confused. You avoided his gaze, telling yourself not to look at him because you wouldn’t be able to tear your gaze away. “Uh-I-I have a-a confession..” You said, your voice shaking slightly. He smiled and nodded, “Okay,” He said in a cheerful tone, “go on.” You gulped, slowly looking up to meet his beautiful brown eyes. ‘He’s too beautiful’ You thought to yourself. “Uh… I-i,” You decided you would go for it, take the leap of faith. What’s the worst that could happen? You took a deep breath before saying; “Lamine, I have a huge crush on you and I have ever since 7th grade.”

Lamine freezes, his smile turning into something more… cold. “What?” He asked, not in a happy or cheerful voice but a monotone voice. You cleared your throat, repeating yourself. He stayed quiet for about a minute. His expression unreadable. “Uh, I-i don’t like you. I’m sorry but, you’re not my type at all. I don't like… pick me girls..” You froze, trying to show no emotion but failing. “Oh, a p-pick me girl? You think I’m a pick me girl?” You stand up, now furious that your best friend thinks you’re a pick me girl. He immediately tries to take back his words, “W-well I’m just telling the truth..” He said. You chuckled, looking down while saying “Wow, never thought my best friend would say that.” Lamine stayed quiet. A blank expression on his face. “No sorry?” You asked, looking at him with hurt. “I don’t apologize to girls like you.”

This hit a nerve, tears brimming your eyes as Lamine showed no remorse. “I can’t believe I called you my friend!” You run out of the stadium, running to your car, not looking back because you knew Lamine wouldn’t follow you. Though, there was a small part of you that hoped that he was running after you, wanting to fix what he just broke. But you know that was wishful thinking as you got into your car, looking at the stadium before putting your keys in your car and driving off. Crying, you drive home feeling a mix of emotions.

Once you got home you immediately went up to your room, not wanting to talk to your parents in the kitchen. You shut the door, climbing into your bed and crying into your pillow. ‘Why am I so stupid? He could never want ME.’ You thought. Your thoughts soon started to consume you, making you feel even worse. You felt like throwing up. Yes, you didn’t have to go back to school tomorrow because you just graduated but the thought sickened you.

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A couple of days later you where still laid in your bed, watching heartbreak movies and eating ice cream and Chick-fil-A. There is a knock on your bedroom door, “Come in!” You called out to the person. ‘Surely it’s not Lamine~’ you thought. It can’t be.

Like any cheesy romance fiction, it was Lamine.

He opened the door, guilt and pain was plastered on his face. Your face hardened, and you went back to watching the movie. “What do you want?” You asked in a cold voice, not bothering to look at him. He looked down, standing in the doorway he spoke “I-I wanted to say sorry. That was rude of me.” You scoffed, getting out of bed and walking over to him. “Look at me.” You said sternly. He did. “You think a ‘sorry’ fixed what YOU broke?” He shakes his head, looking at you with a guilty expression. “Sorry doesn’t fix a shattered plate.” He winced at your sentence, now feeling even worse than before. “I know that. But I want to try.” He grabbed your hands, his grip firm but soft. “Please, don’t shut me out… I-I love you..”

That was a lie. He had his lying face on. This was all a lie, a lie to get you to be his friend. A lie to become ‘popular’ again.

“No.” He smirked, backing you up against the wall, “What do you mean ‘no’?” You took a deep breath, “No, you just want me to make you popular again.” He rolls his eyes, “Nah, I love you~” he started to kiss your neck, going to your collarbone. You pushed him away and motioned to the door, “Out. I don’t fall for playboys.” His smirked dropped and he backed away “You’ll be coming back to me in a week, just you wait.” He said while heading towards the door. “I won’t.” You responded, confident, “And good job, you lost your friend.” You shut the door in his face, locking it for extra measure. You then went back to your bed and continued watching movies, while Lamine was outside, in the rain, shocked, and confused. ‘Sorry doesn’t fix a shattered plate.’

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Pretty - (Lamine Yamal)

Warnings- reader thinking she isn’t pretty, thoughts of self harm, angst into fluff

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Lamine sighed, placing his head in his hands. He was sat at the kitchen table, you were also sat at the table, across from him. “Love,” He spoke, sadly but gentle, “You are pretty. You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met, and nothing compares to that. To you.” He lifted his head from his hands, looking straight at you. “Look at me.” He said in a stern tone. You did, looking straight into his eyes that were full of love and empathy.

“Whats on your mind?” He asked, reaching across the table to grab your hand. Your gaze wavered slightly, your mind filled with thoughts of self hurt. You didn’t want to tell him that, you didn’t even want him to find out. But he did. “I-I-uh-I…” You stuttered, trying desperately to come up with an excuse. He sighed again, waiting for you to say something, anything. “Just about me. A-and uh, life and…death…” His eyes became concerned, he knew you had thought about hurting yourself, but he didn’t know you thought about… ending life. “Darling. Y-you can’t be thinking about that. You just can’t. You have to stop.” You nodded, feeling shame wash over you.

Lamine abruptly stands, standing still for a moment before walking over to your side of the table and bending down to hug you. A sigh of relief left your lips, hugging back and nuzzling your face into his neck. “I’m sorry.” Your voice cracks, and tears brim at the corners of your eyes. He pulls back and takes your face in his hands, saying “It’s okay, I know you won’t do it again. It just… scared me.” He rubs his thumb over your cheek, signaling he forgives you. You grab his wrist, leaning into his touch. He smiles and kisses your forehead, “You know I love you, right?” His voice is muffled, his face still being in your hair. You closed your eyes, enjoying the moment before responding, “Yes, and I love you too. More than anything.” He smiled, kissing your head once more. “Movie?” He suggested, taking your hands in his. You grinned, nodding, “Yeah.”

You two eventually got snuggled up in bed together, leaving no gap between your bodies. Your laptop was set up on Lamine’s lap, playing some Spanish romance movie. Unlike Lamine, you weren’t paying any attention to the movie, your eyes glued to Lamine’s beautiful features. Admiring how his eyes shined in the light of the room, how his breathing was slow and soft, how his face looked flawless, just like the rest of his body. “I’m going to do that with you, someday.” Your thoughts were interrupted by his words, you nodded, “uh, sorry, what?” He chuckled, kissing your head before saying, “I’m going to take you to that place, someday.”

You looked at the laptop, your eyes adjusting to the screen. On it you saw a very beautiful pink sunset. A small boat sitting on the water, which had a pink tint to it. Two people were sat on the boat, a man and a woman, the star actor and actress of the movie. They were almost kissing, their faces inches apart, but they weren’t because Lamine had paused it.

You smiled, looking Lamine in the eyes. “You’re going to take me there someday?” You asked, your voice holding doubt. He chuckled and nodded, “Yes, darling. I am. Except it’s going to be me and you at Lake Laguna Rosa.”(Lake Laguna Rosa is a pink lake located in Spain) You lean in close to him, your breaths mingling together, “I love you..” you spoke in a soft tone. He smiled and held your cheek, pulling you in closer, “I love you too…” He kisses you, with passion and love. It’s like the world stopped around you when you kissed, like you were on cloud 9.

He pulled away, smiling. “Let’s get back to the movie.. I want to see them kiss.” You nodded, smiling as well. “Okay.” He started at you for a moment, taking in your beauty before turning back to the movie and hitting play. The movie played, both of you watching closely. But in the end, Lamine was always on your mind, and you were always on his.

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Sick Days - (João Felix)

Warnings - sickness

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“João!” You called with a hoarse to your boyfriend from the bedroom. Footsteps were heard coming up the stairs to your bedroom, as João opened the door. “What do you need? Soup? More medicine? Wat~” You cut him off simply with his name, “João.” His concerned expression turned into a soft and gentle one as you said his name. Even when sick you still made him feel loved. “Yes?” He responded with the same, gentle tone you had gave him. “Cuddles?” Your voice was sore and hoarse as you spoke, but still soft.

He smiled and nodded, walking over to the bed where you laid, sick and exhausted. He laid next to you, holding you close to him while kissing your head softly. “Do you feel a little better than earlier?” He asked in a whisper voice. You nodded, snuggling into him even more while your eyes closed and you started to drift off into a deep slumber. João smiled at your tiredness and held you closer while saying, “Sweet dreams, amore. I’ll be here when you wake up…” João fell asleep not much later, still holding you impossibly close.

A few hours later, João woke up to the sound of his phone ringing. He looked towards the windows, seeing the sun setting. He groans and reaches for his phone, ‘Enzo Maresca’ it read - João’s coach. “Hey, what’s up?” João spoke softly, trying not to wake you. Enzo spoke, “Your going to be starting as forward for tomorrow’s game.” João’s eyes lit up, “Awesome!” He said, looking down at you he spoke once more, “I have to go for now.” Enzo paused for a moment before saying “Alright; see you tomorrow, Felix.” João hung up, grinning while playing with a strand of your hair. You stirred awake, smiling up at João, “What happened?” You asked, your voice still hoarse but better. He kissed your head while saying, “I’m starting a forward tomorrow..” You smiled even more, “That’s my baby” He chuckled, pulling you closer. “I love suck days…” You looked at him confused, “Why?” You say. He kisses you softly and muttering in between kisses, “Because I can be with you.”

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LETS GO BARÇA!!

Goals: Lamine Yamal 22’ Lewandowski 36' Raphinha 39', 48‘ A. Blade 45’ + 10’

Great job to everyone tonight. Great game and good performance. Proud of the boys 🤍💙

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Barcelona Players Texting You

Warnings - Some spice, fluff

Contains - Gavi, Pedri, Lamine, and Héctor

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Gavi

Pedri

Lamine

Héctor

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One More Dance - (Héctor Fort)

Warnings- FLUFF, kissing, dancing with strangers, a little sadness. Y/N means your name…

Proofread- yes

A/N- This turned out so good

Laughter, happiness, and talking is what your night consisted of- so far. You where at your friends wedding, who got married to a Barcelona player, Raphinha. You watched them dance and sing horribly to songs throughout the night.

As you were laughing with one of your friends about some joke they made up, you spotted a rather cute guy staring at you from across the ballroom. He was sitting in a chair while his friend talked to him. You couldn’t recognize the man or his friend so you settled on the thought that he was a random friend of Raphinia’s. You smiled at the man, trying to be nice. He smirked, leaning back in his chair. You giggled to yourself, thinking about how cute he looked. His brown curly locks falling infront of his beautiful, brown eyes.

Some time later you found yourself on the dance floor with him, and you didn’t know if it had been 6 minutes, or 3 hours. Time didn’t matter with him, as you rested your head against his chest and his arms on your waist with the slow music filling the room. You didn’t know his name, and he didn’t know yours. But somehow you were both captivated by the other. He leaned down to your ear, his breath tickling your skin as he spoke, “My name is Héctor… Héctor Fort.” You smiled and lifted your head, “Y/N.” You said, your hands now toying with his hair. He smiled softly while saying “Nice to meet you, Y/N.” The way Héctor said your name made shivers go down your spine, his thick Spanish accent making it even more beautiful.

Not long after your small chat, people strayed to leave the wedding. Person after person until you two were one of the last ones. He spoke up, “Want to go?” You nodded, fining him a small smile, “Let’s go.” You said as he took your hand. His hand was warm and soft, as he lead you out of the ballroom.

“So, Héctor, where are we going?” You asked with your hand intertwined with his, walking down the streets of Spain. “I have an idea…” he said after a moment, smiling to himself, he says “Come with me.” He leads you down a couple more streets and a couple twists and turns until you two reach a beautiful secluded garden area with a big fountain in the middle with benches around it. Lights are hung above all of it, the moonlight being the only other source of light. “This is extraordinary!” You say while walking over to the fountain. He followed you, until he stood right behind you. “Not as extraordinary as you, darling.” He said while running his hands up and down your arms, sending shivers up your spine once again. He leans down and whispers into your ear, “One more dance?” You smiled and turned to face him, “Yes.” You said, looking up at him with a smile.

He pulled out his phone and put Perfect by Ed Sheeran on. He grabbed both of your hands, placing both on his shoulder while he placed his hands on your waist, pulling you even closer so your breaths were mingling together. You two started slow dancing once more. Lost in a trance, a spell that had been casted on the two of you, not letting you let go. His eyes stared into yours with a loving look, a small smile playing on his lips.

Once the song ended you two stayed close, but not dancing anymore. You felt your heart start to race, his face getting extremely close to yours as he spoke, “Do you want this? Me to kiss you?” His voice was soft and barely above a whisper. You nodded slowly, moving your face even closer to his. His breath hitched, you could feel his heart race through his shirt. He closed the gap, kissing you with passion and love. The kiss was slow and sensual, like he hadn’t been kissed in years. Once you pulled away he smiled, saying “Will I see you again, miss Y/N?” You smiled back and nodded, “Hopefully, Mr. Héctor…” You both let out a small chuckle before pulling away from each other.

“Goodbye, Héctor.”

“No, Not goodbye, just see you later.”

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Slytherin Boys getting caught during a make out session by your parents

Warnings- Swearing, suggestive themes

Draco

Immediately gets off of you

For sure wipes his hands on his coat and fixes his clothes

Doesn’t say anything, just walks out

Next time you see him he will not talk to you

Ghosts you

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Tom

• Waits for a moment for your parents to freak out then stops kissing you with a groan

• He gets up walking over to your parents, “Good evening, Mr. And Mrs. Y/L/N”

• Will start right were you left off next time he sees you

• Will come back over to your house anytime when your there, even if your parents are there

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Mattheo

Smirks and doesn’t pull away

He will literally f**k you with your parents watching, he doesn’t not care

Once he does pull away, he is kicked out of your house. ——————————

Enzo

“Oh! I’m so sorry! I didn’t know you where home”

“I won’t do it again, trust me~”

Will 100% make out with you next day ——————————-

Blaise

• Slowly gets off of you

• Doesn’t look at your parent, just hangs his head

• He walks out of the room feeling depressed

• At school he will be all over you

• “Your parents probably don’t like me now, oh well…”

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Theodore

• Looks at your parents as he makes out with you

• Direct eye contact with them and smirks

• Does not pull away, he pulls you closer

• Will bend you over a desk with your parents watching while keeping eye contact with them

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New Years Day (lamine Yamal)

Warnings- Nothing but fluff and New Years

Proofread?- yes

It was beautiful, to the fireworks, to your boyfriend. Spain was always beautiful in your mind, so when Lamine suggested going to Spain with his family for New Years Day, how could you say no?

“Babe, come on! We have to go!” Lamine called out to you from the bedroom. “One second!” You called back to him, putting the finishing touches to your make up before going out of the bathroom. “Okay~” You stepped out of the bathroom, “How do I look?” Lamine looked up from his phone, his jaw dropping and his eyes going wide, “Oh…” He said, stuffing his phone into his pocket. You smiled and did a spin, “Yes or no?” He grinned, “Yes, that’s a yes.” He walked over to you, taking your hand and spinning you around again. “You look like a queen, my querida.” (Darling) He said, taking your hand and kissing your knuckles. “Let’s go!” You say, taking his hands and pulling him with you, out of the hotel room.

After meeting up with Lamine’s family, you all decided to eat dinner together. “~And then Lamine tripped and fell into the pool, his new phone going with him!” The table bustled with chuckles and short laughs while Lamine rubbed his temples while smiling “Mamá!” He said, chuckling with his family.

After dinner, Lamine, you and his family went to a nearby bridge that no one was on. Everyone was waiting around for the fireworks to start. Lamine’s little brother, Keyne, complained, “When is it going to start, I’m tired!” His mom chuckled and pat his head, “Soon, be patient.”

Soon enough the fireworks did start, Lamine was no where to be seen though. It didn’t bother you, until it did. It was 3 minutes until the bell dropped and he was still no where to be seen and you started to worry. You had never kissed someone on New Years and you hopped this was going to be it. “10! 9! 8! 7! 6!~” You frantically looked around for Lamine, but found nothing. You accepted that you weren’t getting kissed this time and hung your head down, “3! 2!~” You felt a hand on your shoulder, spinning you around. You turned and saw Lamine, grinning, “Hello, querida~” You smiled as you saw him, “hi!” He looked up, seeing fireworks going off. He kissed you passionately, pouring all of his love and affection into the kiss.

“I love you so much, happy New Years.”

“I love you too. Happy New Years…”

Happy new years, my people!

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why does this give me ‘Never gonna give you up’ vibes? 😂 I can’t be the only one.

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I need this for Christmas, please!

Put this man under my tree 🌲

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Do you see it? 🤭

LAMINE YAMAL! HOW DARE YOU~