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multifandomfanfic · 1 year

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could you do something where ronaldo is your ex and you broke up because he cheated but he saw you with another man at a party and he got really jealous??

Cold Air

Word Count: ~2.2k

A/N: I hope you enjoy! Sorry this took so long and sorry if any descriptions of Qatar are inaccurate. Just suspend reality for a bit :)) (also, I proof-read this, but it hasn’t had a second pair of eyes look at it)

The city lights passed by your car as you made your way to the club. The World Cup was in full swing and, today, Portugal had beaten Switzerland by five goals. You wrinkled your nose. Portugal. As good of a team they were, any mention of their team, and especially a certain player, left a foul taste on your tongue.

It wasn't like you didn't love Ronaldo. You did.., well, you had loved him at one point. Months ago you had been positive your relationship was going to last forever; you were living together, you went with him to his events, and you were even certain you had spied an engagement ring in his bag once. All of that was squashed within seconds thanks to Ronaldo’s unlocked phone and a few Instagram DMs.

Within days, you had moved out of your shared house and into an apartment far away from Manchester. Ronaldo agreed to pay the first year of your rent in return for you not going public about his infidelity, but you took the high road. You did not need his help and, after what he did to you, you decided that you did not want to have any connection to him any longer. Enough was enough.

But here you were, in Qatar, the day his team beat the Swiss.

Your phone vibrated and you dug it out of your purse.

I'll have to leave a little early tonight, Emi texted you.

What? Why?

Coach wants us to get at least eight hours of sleep before some extra practice in the morning. He explained, I'm free to do whatever you want tomorrow night.

You groaned and slumped back into the car seat. Great. Just great. The only reason you were going to this club was to celebrate Emi’s friend’s birthday, whom you had never met. In fact, you hardly knew anybody on his team. You had spent so much time with Portugal and Manchester United that you hadn’t become acquainted with any of the other teams. Besides, you had only been seeing Emi for a couple of months.

“Is this it?” your driver asked.

“Yes, this is it,” you sighed. The cold night air raised goosebumps on your skin as soon as you pushed open the door. It was refreshing and briefly distracted your mind from the awkwardness awaiting you inside.

The bouncer opened the rope as you approached. The club’s exterior was lit by LED lights, beckoning people to venture inside. Quite a crowd had amounted outside, drawn by the possibility of seeing a world-class futball player in person. They watched you as you entered the building. Who were you? And why were you here?

The interior of the bar was as exuberant and bright as the exterior. The only difference was the number of people crammed within its walls. Bodies were pressed against each other, moving to the music blaring from the speakers. Two bartenders were hurriedly making drinks for the growing crowd. They had been instructed to prioritize the futball players and serve them first, but they were struggling to keep up with that demand.

You scanned the throngs of people. One or two of the men close to you looked familiar, but the lights were set just dim enough that you couldn’t distinguish people from a distance. Their forms blended into one, swaying mass.

Person after person bumped and shoved you (whether on accident or on purpose, you couldn’t tell) as you forged your way to the bar. Surely, there were too many people in the club to be safe, but nobody paid attention. They were all having fun. You were the walking embodiment of dread.

You tugged on the end of your dress. It wasn’t yours–one of the players’ girlfriends had lent it to you–and it wasn’t exactly your taste either. The color was off and it fell awkwardly on your thighs. Anyone who knew you would know the dress was not your first choice.

“Excuse me?” you asked the bartender closest to you, “Can I get one of those?”

The mixture of alcohol he was making was taking all of his attention, and he made no effort to respond. You groaned, leaned against the bartop, and began people-watching. There was no sight of Ronaldo or Emi. You weren’t expecting Ronaldo to be there, but you could never be too sure.

“Y/N!” a familiar voice called from behind you.

You turned around and smiled, “Emi!”

He pushed his way through the crowd, nodding and grinning at his friends. You recognized none of them, despite going to many of Emi’s games. Maybe you were too stuck in the past.

Once he reached you, Emi grabbed your waist and pulled you towards him.

“It’s so good to see you,” he said, leaning over slightly and began kissing your neck. Several people’s eyes landed on the two of you.

“Babe, please,” you whispered, “Not in public.”

He stepped back, “Why not?”

“I just don’t feel comfortable with it, ok?” you replied. To be honest, you had no idea why it made you so uneasy. People looking at you was one thing, but something else was off.

Emi smirked and loosened his grip on your waist, “Fine. But I will be seeing you tomorrow night.”

“It’s a date,” you chuckled. He left you one more kiss on your lips as he started to back away. He smiled and nodded his head goodbye. Before you knew it, Emi had disappeared into the mass of people.

The bartender continued to pay attention to other patrons, leaving you drinkless and bored. There was a full-length mirror behind the back of the bar. You examined yourself in it, rubbing off the lipstick that had made its way off of your lips and adjusting your hair so it fell just right on your face. A figure began to form behind you. Someone was making their way to the spot to your left. The way the lights were positioned and flashing, you could not tell who it was.. that is, until they spoke.

He ordered two of your favorite drink and, like clockwork, the bartender had them finished within seconds.

“You look good,” he almost mumbled as he took the first sip from his drink. His eyes scanned your figure, soaking in every aspect of how the dress fell on your body. You could have slapped him, “Although, I wouldn’t peg you as the type of girl to wear something like that.”

“What do you want, Ronaldo?” you spat. His face changed for a moment at the use of his last name instead of Cristiano–what you used to call him–but, within seconds, it was back to his usual, sly look. On the other hand, you could feel your face turning red. Months of pent-up rage and regret flooded back into your head. Why had you come here? Why did he have to be here?

“You haven’t changed a bit,” he said as you picked up your drink. You slammed it back down on the counter. A little sloshed over the edge and the bartender immediately wiped it with his towel. He scowled at you but smiled at Ronaldo. You pushed the glass to the farthest point on the bar that you could reach. You refused to drink it. That would make it seem like you were diving in.

“I asked you what you wanted,” you seethed, arms crossed across your chest, “Can you answer my question?”

He rolled his eyes and looked around as if you were the only person in the room who did not know what he was going to say. He then leaned closer, “You could do much better than an Argentinian. That’s all I wanted to say.”

You froze. Your mouth hung agape, your mind was apparently empty of any good comebacks. After a moment you managed a “Are you kidding me?” and a small, all-too-exaggerated laugh. The audacity this man had. He cheated on you, not the other way around.

“Do you think I’m joking? I’m just stating the obvious, darling,” Ronaldo smirked. He leaned against the bar, drink in hand. Triumph was written all over his face.

You pulled out twenty dollars from your purse and slammed it onto the bar to cover your drink. You stood up straight, staring your adversary in the eyes.

“I’m done with your bullshit, Ronaldo. Do I need to remind you whose fault it was that we broke up? It wasn’t me!,” you shouted just loud enough so the people closest to you could hear, “Have a good life.”

You stormed past him, purposely bumping into his shoulder on the way to the back. Your feet carried you past the mob of bodies. Instead of annoying you, they acted to your benefit, creating an almost impenetrable sea for Ronaldo to cross to get to you. You made it to the back exit swiftly and, without hesitating, escaped the room.

The chilly air greeted you like an old friend. Your dress was hardly enough to keep you warm, but it didn’t matter. Compared to the inside of the bar and its patrons, it felt more friendly and calm in the frigid night.

You pulled out your phone and started searching for an Uber to take you home. You began walking down the alleyway, enveloped in the screen in front of you rather than paying attention to your surroundings. That was why you nearly jumped out of your skin when you felt a cold hand grab a hold of your arm.

You whipped around and tried to strike the attacker with your bag but, after a moment, you saw that it was none other than Ronaldo. Despite recognizing him, you still managed to hit him with your purse. You ripped your arm from his grasp and backed up. You weren’t truly scared of him, not at all, but he repulsed you so much that you wanted to distance yourself from him as much as you possibly could.

“What the hell are you doing?!” you exclaimed.

“Y/N, listen to m–”

“No, tell me what you think you’re doing!”

“I don’t know what I–” he stuttered, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly and shifting his weight.

“You don’t know what you’re do–”

“Y/N, would you just listen to me, please?!” Ronaldo finally begged. He stood with his arms extended to you, silently pleading with you to let him speak, “Please?”

You checked your phone and then crossed your arms, “You have two minutes, Ronaldo, then I never want to see you again.”

“That’s fine, that’s perfect,” he took a step back. He looked at the sky as he took a deep breath. The stars were shining down on the two of you, illuminating the alleyway just enough that you could see Ronaldo’s breath and the sweat dripping down his face. What was bothering him so much?

He sighed, exasperated with his own thoughts, “Y/N, I.. you know I love you right?”

You did not reply, nod, or shake your head. You kept your eyes glued on him but, on the inside, your stomach was turning. This conversation could lead nowhere good. In the months since your break-up, you had thought about getting back together plenty of times. Yet, in reality, you could never let yourself do that. He cheated on you once. He had broken your trust. That could not happen again.

“I know you do. And I know, I hope, that deep down you still love me,” Ronaldo continued, trying to get any reaction out of you, but none came, “I will never love another woman as much as I love you. You were the light of my life, the thing that made me smile every single day without fail. You enchant me, Y/N, and I went and screwed everything up. Will you forgive me?”

You scoffed, your arms only crossing tighter in front of your chest, “Don’t give me this ‘I love you most ardently’-esque crap. You cheated on me, Ronaldo. I have proof!”

“And I regret it every day! Y/N, you don’t understand how much I’ve beat myself up over this. I love you! You make me happy!”

“Ronaldo, if I really made you happy, frankly, we would not be in this situation right now,” you said, pursing your lips. You shrugged, “I am sorry, but I can’t forgive you.”

With that, a grey sedan drove to the end of the alleyway behind you. You checked the description on your phone–it was your ride.

“That’s me,” you said. The amount of water vapor in front of Ronaldo’s mouth only increased as he grew angrier and more confused. His mind was running, trying to find some solution to have you back, or to get you to at least forgive him, but he could not find one.

“Can you at least call me Cristiano?” he finally called out as you started to walk away.

You turned around. After a moment, you nodded, and made eye contact with him once more, “Alright, Cristiano. As I said earlier, I hope you have a good life.”

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gabigabigabby · 11 months

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headcanons | portugal national team

seleção portuguesa x fem!reader

headcanons of other countries; brazil, england and argentina

a/n: of course i had to do it with my portuguese babies! i love this team so much 😭 enjoy! 🇵🇹

synopsis: headcanons of the portugal national team during the world cup 🏆

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cristiano ronaldo

cristiano has always been a dad figure to u

u feel that way bc u have met gio and their kids

alana is obsessed w u btw

u and gio are almost inseparable

especially during the world cup

at the world cup, u would always sit w gio and the kids

cris is honestly thankful that ur always there to help out

even if he doesn't admit it

cris would ask u for fun ab the positions portugal should use in upcoming tournaments

"when we face korea, what kind of starting position would be good?"

"idk, 4-3-3?"

"but we did that last game"

he always wants ur opinions on anything that can help better the team

and lucky for u (and cris), u know football enough to give ur opinions

cris loves u (seriously)

joão félix

u promised urself u wouldn't date a footballer

but at the same time, u wished joão wouldn't respect that

there is no doubt that u like joão

bc who doesn't

it's also not ur fault that joão is so charming and gorgeous

he would always ask u out for coffee

or for tacos

he's obsessed w them

he dedicated his goal against ghana to u

"when u score, can u do ur atléti bang bang bang thing?"

"no"

he did his atlético gun celebration anyway just for u

trust when i say the kid is obsessed w u

ruben dias

ruben is like a big brother to u

u never really understood a brother's love

that all changed when u met ruben

i like to imagine that it was ruben specifically that introduced u to joão

u met ruben earlier than the rest bc u are a huge man city fan

u were there at ruben's first game for man city

ruben loves getting on a yacht and suntanning

and u do too

so everytime ruben got the chance to rent a yacht

u were the first person he invited

ruben always makes sure u feel comfortable around the city and portugal guys

especially if any of them try to come onto u (which rarely ever happens bc they're all absolute sweethearts)

bernardo silva

u dont want to say bernardo is like a father figure to u

but that's literally how he is around u

bernardo feels very protective of u

whenever nobody offers u anything

enter, bernardo silva

"hey, u want water or anything?"

"u okay? need anything?"

before the second half of the game starts

bernardo would approach the box and ask if ur feeling comfortable

"how are u finding the game? are u comfortable? i can ask the gaffer to let u sit at the benches if u want"

#portugal #portugal national team #cristiano ronaldo #joao felix #ruben dias #bernardo silva #football #football x reader #football x y/n #football x you #fifa world cup

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neymarismyfave · 1 year

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Every Good Thing Comes With A Price.

Parings:Cristiano Ronaldo x Y/n

Warning: Angst, cussing, fluff.

Summary: Y/n and Ronaldo absolutely hate each other.

Requested: Yes

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"You ready yet?" Sarah called from the living room. "No! Almost!" Y/n responds running a brush through her H/C hair. She then sat the brush down and checked her appearance. After she was satisfied she made her way out of the bathroom and into the living room. "So?" Y/n asked, looking at Sarah. "Oh wow..." Sarah mutters, her mouth slightly agape. "Is that a bad oh wow, or a good oh wow?" Y/n asked oncemore, anxiously biting her lower lip. "It's, a great oh wow, trust me." Sarah awnserd, admiring the shiny black dress that hugged Y/n figure perfectly.

"Good to know." Y/n said after Sarah had stopped staring at the dress. "Sorry, anyway ready?" Sarah asked. "Mhm." Y/n mumbles. "You have nothing to worry about." Sarah said with a small smile before grabbing Y/n's hand. Y/n then allowed Sarah to guide her out of the house and down the driveway. Sarah then let go of Y/n's hand once they arrived at the car. The two women hopped in and Sarah started the car.

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After about a 20 minute drive they arrived. And when Y/n stepped out of the car she way awestruck. There was flashing lights, beautiful veiw and the tallest mansion she had ever seen. "Wow." Y/n said breathlessly. "I know right!" Sarah said with a squeal. "What are you waiting for?" Sarah asks. Y/n gives Sarah an excited smile before walking toward the building Sarah close behind her. As soon as Y/n and Sarah walk through the door after getting through security they're greeted with loud, ear bleeding music and the smell of achohol.

"Holy shit its loud in here!" Y/n called out to Sarah, over the loud music. "Isn't that the idea of a club?" Sarah called back. Y/n shrugged. "I'm gonna go get a drink!" Y/n called out again. Sarah nods and Y/n walks off making her way to the bar. As soon as she makes it over to the bar, the slight smile she had on her face instantly faded. There right in front of her was Cristiano Ronaldo her greatest enemy. "Well shit." Y/n mumbled under her breath before taking a breath.

"What may I get you?" The bartender asks. "Oh um, a strawberry margarita, please." Y/n mumbles. "Is that all?" The bartender asks again. "Yes please." Y/n says with a small smile. "Coming right up." The bartender mumbles before getting started on her drink. "Well hello." Y/n's eyes instantly squeezed shut. "What do you want Ronaldo." She asked as he sat down. "Oh nothing. Just here to get under your skin." He says with a smirk. "Well congrats, you succeeded." Y/n says through gritted teeth.

"Not in my opinion." Ronaldo mumbles as Y/n drink gets handed to her. "Y'know, you can be a real asshole sometimes." Y/n mumbles taking a sip of her drink. "Why thank you." Ronaldo says with an eyeroll. "Why dont you go talk to someone that actually cares about you. For example, your girlfriend, oh wait she left you for Neymar. Who would've thought." Y/n says laughing to herself. Her laughter instantly died down when Ronaldo grabbed her wrist and pulled her out of her seat dragging her behind him.

"Let go, you bastard!" Y/n yelled. But before she can say another word she way pushed into a room. "God, the fucking audacity you have!" Ronaldo spits out slamming the door shut. Y/n swallows heavily. "I-" Y/n starts. "Save it!" Ronaldo grumbles through gritted teeth. Y/n was prepared to get yelled at and get into a huge fight that would ruin both their nights and egos. But what she wasn't prepared for was the simple word spilling out of Ronaldo's annoying mouth.

"Strip." Ronaldo mumbles. "W-What." Y/n stuttered. "You fucking heard me. Strip." Ronaldo mumbles, taking a few steps closer to her. Y/n backed away but was blocked by a bed. Ronaldo stepped closer and closer to her until he was leaning over her, his arms pinned on each side of her head. "Do I need to do it myself?" Ronaldo mumbled, his eyes clouded with anger and, lust?

"I-I" Y/n was to shocked to speak, all the nasty and hateful things had dissapeared from her mind as she imagined him thrusting into her roughly, making her feel good with a simple touch of his long slender fingers. Her breath hitched as she felt his finger tips trace her thigh. "Awnser me." Ronaldo ordered. "Yes." Y/n says, still attempting to remain cocky. "Dont act all cocky. Your dying to fucking feel me." Ronaldo whispered in her ear, his hand trailing under her dress pulling the dress up the farther he goes.

His hand traveled further and further until the dress was pulled up past her breast revealing her black lacy panties and matching bra. Y/n's mind became foggy. She did want to feel him. No she needed to feel him. "God your soaking." Ronaldo practically groaned out. "Please." Y/n blurted out. Ronaldo looked up at the small girl with a smirk. "Please what?" He asked. "Fuck me." Y/n breathed out. She regretted it. But at the moment she needed it. Before she could say another word Ronald's surprisingly soft lips were pressed against hers.

Y/n moaned out giving him the opportunity to slide his tounge into her mouth. As their tounges fought for domanice Y/n ran her hands along Ronaldo's shoulder gripping onto his biceps. Ronaldo pulled away and stood up pulling his shirt over his head. He then returned to pinning her down and pressed his lips against hers oncemore. Y/n couldnt hold back, she need him. "God please." She mumbled once he pulled away for air. Ronaldo smirks before slipping his hands under her thighs lifting them up ove his shoulders. He then slowly pulls her lacy underwear down and tosses the small cloth somewhere across the room.

Y/n sucked in a breath as cold air rushed against her cunt. She let out a small moan when she felt Ronaldos warm tounge make contact with the bundle of nerves. She whimpered as his tounge instantly started moving at a fast pace. She slowly moved her hands down to his hair and ran her fingers through the short strands. She moaned out oncemore as his tounge lapped at her cunt roughly. She felt a warm feeling build up in her abdomen and knew she was close. She moaned out louder as Ronaldo's fingers dug into her thighs.

"S-So f-fucking close." Y/n mumbled, bucking her hips up into his face. She felt Ronadlo smirk against her cunt. She wanted to make him regret this but it just felt to good. She felt the warm feeling in her abdomen build up and soon it felt like it would snap at any moment. "Please let me cum." Y/n said with a moan. "I'm not stopping you." Ronaldo groaned against her cunt as she bucked up into him. That was all Y/n need to hear before she was coming undone. She had let out the loudest moan she had ever let out before. She continued bucking up into him letting out smaller moans.

Once she was done and caught her breath and Ronaldo had lapped up any leftover cum she she mentally cursed at herself. She then looked over at Ronaldo who was now standing. "Good luck." He simply said before walking out leaving Y/n to clean up their mess. "Fuck you." She mumbled under her breath.

Sorry if this wasn't as good as your expected! Have a nice day and thanks for reading!

#football x reader #Cristiano Ronaldo smut #y/n

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mbappeslover · 1 year

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i love you.

mbappé x f! reader.

y/n bleaches her best friend of five years, kylian, hair. who knew bleaching hair could be so romantic?

yet again, another friends to lovers. there’s nothing better than that istg lmfao.

songs to listen to while reading this: sure thing by miguel, new person, same old mistakes by tame impala, and looking out for you by joy again.

made this @ 4 am, enjoy.

“are you sure about this, kylian? you do know that you have to bleach your hair multiple times to achieve this color.” you ask unsure.

you were on the way to the hair store with your bestfriend of five years, kylian mbappé.

he wanted to celebrate his 19th birthday by dyeing his hair white and instead of going to a salon, he wanted you to dye it. the reason as to why? well, he thought it’d just be fun.

“yes, y/n. you asked me this a hundred times. i am 100% sure. i, kylian mbappé wants you, y/n y/l/n, to dye my hair white.” he says chuckling while opening the door of the hair store for you to enter.

you mutter out a quick thank you to him and he nods in response.

ten minutes later.

“alright, this is everything. the bleach, toner, mixing bowl, and gloves. you ready?” you ask, laying everything out on the bathroom counter.

“yea, i’m ready.” kylian says rolling his gaming chair into the bathroom.

“your gonna sit on that?”

“uh, yea.” he says in a ‘duh’ tone.

“why do you still have your shirt on? it’s a nice shirt, take it off.” you slightly scold him because he should know better.

“i’ve never bleached my hair before, i didn’t know, relax mom.” he says in a mocking tone before swiftly removing his shirt.

you couldn’t help yourself.

okay, you knew kylian had a nice body. but, he’s your friend. you remember when he was scrawny, awkward and had like a million posters up of cristiano ronaldo like a loser.

he wasn’t that same young mbappé. also, he was an athlete, a football player. he was lean yet broad. his muscles were so defined.

“what the fuck.” you whisper to yourself. you basically just eye-fucked your bestfriend.

you snap out of your head to see kylian smirking at you.

“like what you see?” he says while wiggling his eyebrows.

“oh shut up, mbappé. i don’t.”

“are you sure because it looked like you were gonna start drooling any moment now.” he says, smirking.

“i hope you do know i have the ability to mess up your hair, right?” you say, shifting your weight on your hand on your hip.

“okay, alright y/n, i’m sorry. please do not mess up my hair.” he says, holding both of his hands together while pouting.

“ew, stop it. you look ugly.” you say, laughing at his now offended face.

“okay, do my hair now, you little shit.” he says jokingly.

you begin the mixing process for the bleach and developer as kylian turns on his ‘chill’ playlist.

the first song that plays is ‘sure thing’ by miguel. kylian immediately starts grooving to the beat with a small smile decorating his face.

you look at him and smile, your best friend is truly your best friend. he knows all the ways to your heart.

he sees you looking and begins to sing the lyrics to you.

‘i got faith in you and i, so put your pretty little hand in mine.’ he sings along with the song while pointing at you.

he’s so cute.

you throw him the middle finger, he laughs, the song continues to play as you two subtly hum along the tune.

“alright, let’s paint this bad boy on you.” you say sliding on the gloves and positioning yourself in front of kylian.

you spread vaseline around his hairline and ears.

you begin applying the mixture at the top of his head, as it is easily accessible.

a new song begins to play, ‘new person, same old mistakes’ by tame impala.

kylian randomly sets his hand on your waist. he’s always like this, touchy. so it didn’t seem out of the ordinary.

‘will i be in too deep? going with what i always longed for.’

“for support.” he blurts out. feeling the need to explain, for some reason.

“okay…?” you chuckle.

a few moments passed when kylian begins to slightly tap on your waist with his index finger to the beat of the song.

“hm, that feels nice.” you say thoughtlessly.

“mmm, it does?” he says agreeing.

you reach the spots that are near his sensitive spots.

“hold on, ky. lift your head up a bit.” you say bending your knees slightly, trying to cover the spots with bleach without accidentally getting it on his skin.

“you can sit on me, if you want.”

‘in a new direction, so how will i know i’ve gone too far?’

“you sure?” you ask, taken aback by the sudden offer.

“yeah, come here, i don’t bite.” he says, removing his hands from your waist, patting his empty lap.

kylian is just your best friend, best friends do this all the time. it’s nothing. you’re just sitting on his lap.

you get closer, opening your legs more before situating yourself onto his lap.

it’s warm, kylian’s warm.

his hands make his way up to your thighs, holding onto them while you make sure you are seated on his lap properly.

“what are you doin-“ you’re quick to ask. but, cut off by kylian.

“are you comfortable? is this alright? just making sure you don’t fall off.” he says making the mistake of looking you in the eye.

when you’re with kylian, everything feels warm. your cheeks feel warm, your heart feels warm, and the world feels light. your heart, it flutters.

you look back into his eyes. those eyes you grew to love. those clear, beautiful dark brown eyes. you two just stare at each other. the air in the room taking a dramatic shift.

before you can ask, he beats you to it.

“y/n, can i kiss you?” he says, voice cracking a bit. he was obviously nervous.

you look at him with so much tenderness and… love?

setting the bowl of bleach down on the counter, you answer him.

“yes, mbappé, i want you to kiss me.” you say, smiling. you usually never smile this big, the times you did; it was because of your best friend, kylian mbappé.

he dives right in.

first, a small peck, like when you’re at an ice cream shop and they give you those small spoons for you try out an ice cream flavor. just testing it out.

he pulls back and looks at you for approval, in case you wanted to back out.

then, he goes all in. holding your waist, caressing it a bit as he kisses you like his life depends on it. you bring both of your arms behind his neck, your body goes limp. you feel a swipe of tongue on your lips, his hand trails down to your bottom, gripping on it. you gasp.

bad idea.

he slips his tongue in and loses control. he drags his tongue against yours, basically wrestling. stopping in the middle sometimes to admire you, giving you a peck before diving right back in again. softly & playfully biting down on your lip, he pulls back, licking his lips and staring at you.

you two, breathless.

the only thing in the room right now is the terrible smell of bleach, the sound of heavy breathing coming from the both of you, and ‘looking out for you’ by joy again leaking from the speaker of kylian’s phone.

you feel something poking your bottom.

you get up from his lap immediately, grabbing the bowl and impulsively begin applying bleach to the rest of his hair.

you hear a sigh leave your best friend’s mouth.

‘when will you start looking out for me too. instead of leaving me staring at my shoes?’

“y/n.” he says.

…

“y/n.”

…

“y/n, i love you.”

you freeze.

you continue to ignore him.

“all set, it already began to lighten your hair, look. i’m still gonna cover it with a bag to speed up the process though.” you say, acting obliviously.

he’s quiet, so you face him. he looks so… sad. it makes your heart hurt. you quickly wrap the plastic bag on his head.

‘i’m all choked up on my own throat, i guess there is no hope.’

“oh yea, where’d you learn to kiss like that? it was like the best kiss i’ve ever received.” you said, forcing out an awfully fake laugh.

he only glares at you.

“not funny? okay…”

“yea, also, the only kiss. we both know you’ve never kissed anyone before.” he spits out.

“not true.” you scoff.

“yea it is.” he says, standing up and pining you in between the wall and himself.

“woah, calm down. are you gonna hit me because i didn’t say i love you back? fine, i love you, kylian, my best friend forever.” you say, smiling playfully.

‘it’s the same old situation, you’ve always got me waiting.’

“c’mon, i’m serious y/n. who kisses their best friend like that? i see how you look at me and you know how i love you. i want you, y/n. i know you want me too.” he says, a bit defeated.

you can’t hold up the mask anymore, you begin to tear up. you are utterly in love with your best friend of five years and you can’t hide it.

he tips his head lower and sees your eyes watering up, he smiles. he knows how much of a crybaby you are.

“of course stupid, i want you so bad.” you say, smiling as he wipes away your stray tears.

“you know, i’d take you more seriously if you didn’t have a bag on your head and a massive boner right now.” you both laugh.

“the things you do to me, you know, you should help me with this. it’s your fault.” he says jokingly.

you playfully smack his arm with a huge smile on your face.

‘she’s beaming that smile, all the while.’

“sure. but, you’ll have to teach me. now come on, let’s wash this bleach off.” you say winking at him and turning around to turn the faucet on.

“i love you so much, y/n.” he says wrapping his arms around you from behind and leaving soft kisses down your neck.

“i love you too, mbappé.” you say, turning yourself around, holding his face and leaving pecks all over.

later that night.

you were done with his hair, it came out perfectly. exactly how he wanted it. you took many photos of him, you had a whole album of pictures that you’ve taken of kylian throughout the years. how could you not tell how in love you were with him?

you guys were now in bed, snuggled up together.

just comfortable silence and warmth.

“by the way, that was my first kiss as well.” he admits.

“really? no way. you’re lying.” you exclaim, turning around to face him.

“nah, maybe i’m just a natural.” he says pointing out his bottom lip and tilting his head with confidence.

you giggle.

but, stop to see a serious look adorned on your best friend’s face.

“i could say it a million times, i really love you, y/n. i wanna give the world to you. you’re so beautiful, prettiest girl i’ve ever laid my eyes on. i love your humor, the way you laugh. the way you take care of me, the way you annoy me. you’ll always be my best friend. even when you become my girlfriend.”

he’s so sweet, you could burst. he really loves you, you look at him with so much love.

“what makes you so sure i’ll be your girlfriend?” you respond jokingly.

“will you be my girlfriend, y/n y/l/n?”

“duh.”

he laughs, kissing all over your face and tickling you.

“you’re the best birthday gift ever.”

took me like a whole week to drop a new fic, i apologize </3. i’m working on like two fics right now with veryyy detailed plots so they’re taking a while to complete. ty for reading!

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ilovemilfsthings · 1 year

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could you do something where ronaldo is your ex and you broke up because he cheated but he saw you with another man at a party and he got really jealous and tries to talk to uou ?? idk a lot of angst basically.

IMAGINE ; cristiano ronaldo x fem! oc

plot: you met your ex boyfriend, but it’s not a nice meeting.

trigger warning: cheating, swearing, a lot of angst.

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IT WASN’T your first time, when you got cheated on. but this time it was completely different, than in previous relationships. after found out that the most important person in your life, found peace in the arms of his former love. you felt like half of your heart just died, this feeling is like a crumpled a piece of paper that someone has thrown in the trash. the feeling was even worse, when your partner knows about yours past and how badly insecure you were.

cristiano was your first real love, your best friend and soulmate. well, you thought like that for two years when you were the happiest person in the world. when you met him first time, you could tell that was love by first sight. of course, he was handsome, but especially he was very sweet, caring and family person. even if there was a slight age difference between you two, it didn’t bother you. you just knew that you wanted to start family with him ─ in fact you had a family with him because you treated cristiano jr. like your own son. ─ anyway, you thought you finally found a perfect partner, after that hell you went through. but life was never fair, and you knew it very good.

cristiano stared acting really weird and different. he wasn’t at home in time, he started to ignored your calls or messages etc. you felt like he didn’t treat you as his girlfriend, but only a roommate or even nanny for his son. you started to overthink your relationship with ronaldo, knew that he wasn’t has feelings for you anymore. as we know, overthinking is a bitch, but it always right, this time wasn’t different.

you were done and tired of your relationship and how it meant nothing for cristiano anymore. you conjectured that he had betrayed you all this time, but you need to see the proof. so without thinking, you grabbed cristano phone, when he was in the shower. you froze, when you find sweet messages he texted to georgina, his ex-girlfriend.

when you two stared dating, you was afraid he still had feelings for georgina. but every time you asked him about it, he guaranteed you that he hadn’t cared about her at all. and every time you were so naive and believed him without a word.

you remember how you burst into tears, not believed it happened to you again, like a never ending story. “why i am never enough” you asked yourself always when situations like that happens. the fight was blurred in your mind, you remember how he begged you to not leaving home, how he swore it wasn’t like this etc.

“y/n it wasn’t like this, you must misunderstand something. i swear i don’t cheat on you” he tried to stop you, as you goes to packed all of your things. “cristano maybe i was naive, but i am not stupid and i know what i see” you didn’t even looked at him, everything you wanted right now is exited this house and never see him again. he was dead to you.

six months have passed since then and you can say that now everything was fine. you stopped thinking about cristiano and stared to live your life. you even agreed to go to the party today, with your best friend. he comforted you after the whole situation, and he knew that you need to relax with him and glass of wine.

you wore black mini dress and basic black heels, you finally started to be confident, because you wanted to leave your past behind and wanted to be a person, that you wanted to be before your relationships’ story.

club, that martin chooses was a pretty big place with vip section, but you focused only on a bar and dancing floor and martin focused on pretty boys, hoping that he wouldn’t be a single anymore. you were a little bit tipsy, because of martin who bought you a lot of colourful drinks.

“isn’t it your ex?” he asked, pointing out the person that you didn’t want to see that night. cristiano was wearing a basic black shirt and black pants, but you can tell that he was looking fine. you locked eyes with him but quickly broke it.

you tried to focused on martin, but then you feel someone’s hand on your arm, you turn around to face your ex-boyfriend, raised brows.

“what do you want for me?” you asked him, after standing in silence for few seconds.

“can we talk?” he sighed. “face to face” he added, glanced martin. and you just looked at him pityingly.

“cristiano we don’t have anything to talk about” you were calmed, because you were sure, that you don’t had feelings for this man. you have forgiven him a long time ago, but you don’t let him warped you around his little finger.

“because what? because now you are busy with your new pathetic boyfriend?” when he said this, you can’t believe it and grabbed his arm, walked away from bar.

“what the fuck, cristiano? you can’t just shout at me in front of my friend!” you were angry at him, that he acted so childish in your eyes. “i thought i told you six months ago, that i don’t wanna see you in my life anymore”

”i know i fucked up y/n, but i can’t live without you” he tried to hold your hand, but you quickly push him back. “did you really choose that guy and not me?” you laughed at him, this man can’t be serious right now.

“he’s my best friend, but you don’t need to know it. you really forget what do you done to me?” you asked rhetorically. “can’t you see, you are dead to me, you don’t existed in my mind anymore”

“i did it because i wanted you to be jealous, it wasn’t anything serious” he said, sounds incredibly stupid.

“jealous? you must be kidding me” you shake your head, being proud of yourself that this man means nothing to you. “we are done, leave me alone and have a nice night” you said and walked away for him.

yes, he was definitely dead to you.

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HOPE YOU LIKE IT

sorry for any mistakes

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lottiesticklishpickle · 1 year

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“Please, stop crying.”

(Young) Ronaldo x Reader angst

Background: Y/n and Ronaldo have been dating for about four years, and the two have just found out that Ronaldo is joining Sporting CP, in Lisbon, Portugal.

I remember holding Cristiano’s hand as we walked down the beach of Funchal. It felt like something out of a movie, the sunset in the background cast an orange glow across his tan skin, as the waves crashed against the sand. The feeling of his hands in mine was perfect, I had never felt so in love, it was one of those moments that I would dream about as a little girl. The sun was beating down on my skin, and I loved it. Being there with him was all I needed, and nothing could have prepared me for what I was to be told later. Him and I sat our things down on the sand once we found a secluded area to hang out, and as I undressed to reveal my swimsuit, I felt his eyes scan my body. When I looked over at him, I expected to be met with sly grin and wink, but I only saw a smile with sad eyes. I walked toward Cristiano and grabbed his hand before pulling him into the salty water and tumbling over. After coming up for air, we looked at each other, and laughed. He swam towards me and grabbed my waist, before lifting me up to kiss me. I wrapped my hands around his neck to hold on to him. The kiss lasted a few seconds, before he tossed me into the water, we always played around with each other. I believe that he was not only my soulmate, but also my best friend. When we met, we were both thirteen, we were friends for about a year, when he he finally asked me out. He never went to high school with me, for he sort of dropped out when he was younger. However, I won’t lie, I loved the time we were able to spend together. Once I came up for air, I attacked him and dragged him underwater. He came up for air and shook his hair before smiling at me. He brought me upon his shoulders, then tossed me off. We continued to play in the water for a while, until we trudged slowly out of the ocean. We sat down on the beach, and watched as the sun lowered into the horizon. After a few minutes of silence, Cristiano began: “There’s something I need to tell you, y/n” I looked down at my legs, covered in sand, then back at him. “What’s up?” I asked. Cristiano did not waste anytime to sugarcoat it, he bluntly said:

“I’m leaving Funchal.” He paused, looked at the ground, and back at me. I was confused, so I asked him, “Where are you going? And why?” He then reached for my hand and stroked my palm, “I’ll be moving to Lisbon in about a week, I’m joining a football club over there.”

“Oh, well, good job Cristiano.” I bitterly muttered. I truly was happy for him, but my first love was moving across the country, and leaving the island we lived on. I truly didn’t know what to say. I knew how badly he wanted this, Cristiano worked so hard to become the athlete that he is, but I hated the thought of letting him go.

“Would you come with me?” He asked, interrupting my thoughts. I looked at the setting sun, then into his brown eyes, before back down. “You know I can’t do that.” I mumbled. I had to take care of my family, I was working to provide for them, I couldn’t just leave them behind.

“Please, y/n, I’d make sure your family was alright. I’d send money, you could visit all the time-” he begged, I didn’t know what to do, I knew he loved football, and I knew he loved me. However, I refused to let him chose me over his dream. “Please, I need you to forget about me.” I demanded. I know he would be devastated if I don’t go with him, but it just wouldn’t work out. “You and I both know that I can’t go, so please, stop trying to make it work.” I insisted.

I hated using that harsh tone, I knew Cristiano was only trying to do what he thought would make us both happy, but I figured the best way to get him to forget about me was to be a little cold. I looked over to the side, for I couldn’t look at him anymore. I was ashamed.

I heard a stifle of a sob, and I couldn’t help myself. He never cried, except for around me. When he cried, he would lay his head in my lap, as I stroked his hair and wiped his tears. He would always be so vulnerable to me in those moments, and now he would have to deal with that, alone. “Please, don’t cry.” I said, as tears welled up in my eyes. I pulled him into an embrace, as he sobbed on my shoulders.

“I don’t want to leave you, y/n.” He whined, but I knew he had to. “Football is your dream, think about how you could help your family,” I attempted to reassure him. “I will love you no matter what you do, but I hope you know, that as I’ve grown up with you, I’ve seen how you feel about this sport. You pit in hours every week, and it will have all been for nothing if you stay. You need to leave me behind.”

“I’ll always love you, y/n.” He croaked, “I think I’ll miss you forever.”

“I know, but you’ll forget about me one day. You’ll be successful, happy, and wealthy, and when I see you on tv, I will smile at the thought of you.” I said, as I cling to his arm. “And who knows? Maybe things could work out, but right now, you need to chase your dreams.” “I’ll come visit you y/n, as much as possible.” He whimpered. “Okay,” I said, “I love you.” He then pulled me into his lap, wrapped his hands around my waist, and rocked side to side. I don’t know how long we sat on the beach, but it wasn’t long enough. “Five more minutes” I would silently pray when I thought he was considering going home, but I guess he thought the same thing. He was my first love, and I will never forget the impact he had on me.

A/n: I feel like the ending sucked😭 I’m so sorry

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berry-tsukki · 3 years

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SUGAR FAIRY.

🧁: I forgot to answer and did it separately :( I’m tagging bc I didn’t answer <3 @pickfordsmount “I SQUEALED when I saw this ! ive been debating a yan Cris 🥺 and now I have the chance!! thank you for your request, lovely ! For one of my favourite players. Scoring 2 nil during the Manchester United match xx”

🍰: tw, violence, mentions of murder, overprotective!ronaldo. basically ronaldo worships you !! 🥺 (his kid doesn’t exist in this !!) fem!reader

I’m not saying this man is a worshipper, I’m saying he’s a overprotective worshipper. ok but honestly, Cristiano thinks the absolute world of you.

You are the reason of his existence even when he has to go to practice and tries getting a day off sick. Just so he can spend the day eating cream coated strawberries and - oh - when he kisses you. 🥺

“Dear, I’m just saying he deserved it.” Cue him hitting a man for no reason - okay but in Cristiano’s defence he did look at you weird </3

His team members and many other groups of footballers believe you’re out of his league. Which is true I’m gonna be honest! You’re so cute 🥺

And the way he holds onto your waist and glares at everybody makes his ego go up just a little bit bigger! but other than that the moment he sees you uncomfortable blood is being spilt he doesn’t care who sees.

How many red cards and assault cases he has because of you. When the enemy team on the pitch use your name as a joke and he ends up being taken off :(. and when he throws a whiskey glass against somebody’s head because they just wouldn’t leave you alone :(.

The man thrives off you, seeing you have such a good time makes him feel so joyful. Midnight car rides are a very big thing for you two, when you both scream your favourite lady gaga songs and then kiss under the stars <3

The way you clutch onto his hands when he decides to go to fancy stores with you makes his heart clench in anger >:( he understands and he accepts when they won’t leave him alone but when they won’t leave you alone he gets feral. The bodyguards he orders to stand around you and not him.

Cristiano is also very accepting that at first you didn’t really like him in a romantic way. At first it was all platonic and when he saw you with somebody else he’d get angry yes, but he’d leave you both be. Until it’s three am and your loving boyfriend goes missing and suddenly Cristiano’s number is the only one you can dial <3

And when he scores in his matches - he ran up to you as you were always in the front row and he kisses you 🥺 he does this a lot— he’s willing to get a yellow, red, taken off and everything just for you.

he’s selfless, he can also be very selfish. You’re so sweet, his sugar fairy but at the end of the day, he is yours. And that is final.

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errythinisblue · 2 years

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I waited for the derby to be over before posting this, but here’s what you requested babe! (Let’s pretend Rúben played tonight for the sake of the fic and of our hearts 🥺) I hope you’ll like this!💙

A special derby.

Rúben Dias x Y/N

Summary: Derbies always had a special meaning for you. But tonight’s one was one you won’t forget that easily.

Warnings: mention of morning sickness, nothing more really this is just pure fluff.

gif credit to @debruyne

Life with a footballer wasn’t easy, at all; you knew something about that right from your early years. You were Cristiano Ronaldo’s little sister, so of course you knew what being close with a footballer meant. You were 13 years younger than him, and you grew up traveling right behind him with your family as his career developed at Sporting Lisbon.

Things weren’t all that different now that you were 24 and traveling right behind your boyfriend, Rúben Dias. You just switched from your brother to your boyfriend really, but the hectic life was pretty much the same.

You and Rúben started dating almost three years ago, the two of you falling in love at first sight when you got the chance to know each other after one of his matches. Your brother Cristiano was actually the one who introduced you two, after Lisbon’s derby between Benfica and Sporting. You and him always had the tradition of watching the game together; he may have moved to other clubs, cities, countries even, but the tradition never changed; and three years later you were happy it never changed, as you got to meet Rúben thanks to it.

Cristiano and both of your families were the only people who knew about you and Rúben, as you kept your relationship absolutely private. It wasn’t that you didn’t want people to know about the two of you being together, Rúben actually wanted to show the world you were his, but he didn’t want to pay the price of it. Since he knew it would cost you both the privacy you shared in your own little world.

But things changed in the last year, after Cristiano moved to Manchester United. You were already living there as you moved to Manchester with Rúben of course, but now that your brother was there too you literally jumped at the first occasion you got to watch them play against each other in Manchester’s derby. And it was during the derby that people understood that Ronaldo’s little sister could be dating City’s centre-back Rúben Dias.

Medias went crazy of course, as pictures of you wearing Rúben’s shirt started showing on websites and socials. It couldn’t be a coincidence that you were watching a game where your brother was involved, wearing another man’s shirt; and so when rumors started going around you and Rúben decided that was the perfect chance to make your relationship known. None of you two denied your relationship, but you posted a selfie the two of you took after that same game instead, making your romance official.

You were expecting every kind of reaction, but you weren’t prepared for the infinite amount of love people threw at you and Rúben. Not even your boyfriend was ready for it, but you were both so happy that you took that chance to make things official now; you were finally free to go out without a care in the world, and if someone stopped you by chance to ask for a picture with Rúben, or sometimes even with the both of you, you were actually happy to comply. You were free to live your relationship without the fear of being discovered, and that only made your bond with Rúben strengthen.

A year later another thing was strengthening yours and Rúben’s romance though, and it was a little bean that was comfortably resting in your tummy. You and Rúben found out you were expecting a baby a little over a month ago, when you noticed your period was incredibly late, even for you who never had a regular one. You remembered that day as it was yesterday, because it probably was the best day of your life so far:

“How much’s left before we have the result??” you asked Rúben as you sat on the edge of the bathtub, nervously bouncing your knee up and down, before your boyfriend kneeled down in front of you and placed his hands on the skin of your thighs to stop your movements.

“Babe relax, I just left the test on the counter…” Rúben smiled at you, never breaking the physical contact between the two of you, “There’s still two minutes left, would you mind giving me a kiss while we wait?”

“How can you be so calm??” you whined as you placed your face in your hands.

“I’m not, I’m just trying not to go mental for your sake baby-” he said before the timer he set went off, “Well that’s the moment of truth. Do you wanna be the one to look at the result first?”

“God no Rúben! I’m too scared!” you shook your head as you pleaded him with your eyes to look at the pregnancy test near the sink.

“Okay, I’ll see what it shows then…” he pressed a kiss to your forehead as he got up to walk to the counter.

Silence filled the room as Rúben took the test in his hands, the only thing you could see was his broad back turned to you while you heard his breathes become irregular.

“Rúben?” you tried to call him but it was like he didn’t hear you, so you got up and walked to him. You placed your hands on his waist as you peeked over his side to look at his shaking hands still holding the test.

“Y-you’re pregnant meu amor…” he said with his voice full of emotion, “We’re having a baby?” he incredulously asked you as he looked at your reflection in the mirror.

“Oh my God Rúben we are!!!” you said as he showed you the test where you could read the word ‘pregnant’.

He didn’t even give you the chance to add further words before he took you in his arms as he twirled you around, immersing his face in the crook of your neck while he did so.

“Oh my God!” he said before you heard him sniffling, “We’re having a baby meu amor! I love you so much!”

“Aw babe are you crying??” you asked him as you wrapped your arms around his neck tighter.

“I’m just so happy! It feels unreal!” he admitted as he sat you down on the counter while you wiped the tears from his cheeks with your thumbs.

“I know right?? We’ll have our own little baby Rúben…” you nodded your head at him as you held his face in your hands, “I still can’t believe there’s a little bean inside of me!!!” you whispered as you watched Rúben lower his face to your stomach.

“Olá coisinha…Hey little thing! It’s your daddy here! God I’m so happy you’re in there! I can’t wait to see you!” he said before placing lots of kissed on your skin, tickling you with his beard and making you laugh out loud, both from the tickling and his sweet words.

You’ve both been over the moon for the past month, even more after you got to see your baby for the first time when you had your first scan. When you saw that little bean on the screen everything felt more real than ever, your heart was beating so fast as you looked at your baby and you thought it would explode as you heard the baby’s heartbeat for the first time.

What you and Rúben weren’t prepared for was morning sickness though. As you woke up this morning, with your boyfriend peacefully sleeping by your side, a wave of nausea hit you like a truck as you quickly got out of bed and ran to the bathroom. You were nearing the end of the third month of your pregnancy, and you knew something like that could happen, especially since you started to feel weird in the past days.

“Are you okay meu amor?” you heard Rúben’s voice still full of sleep coming from outside the bathroom door.

“Yeah babe, go back to sleep…” you said to him before you felt your stomach turning upside down once again.

“Hey hey, I’m here…” he entered the bathroom as soon as he heard you being sick once again. He immediately kneeled down next to you as he kept your hair in a makeshift ponytail with one hand while he caressed your back with the other, while you emptied the already nonexistent content of your stomach.

“Rúben you should be sleeping…you’ve got a derby to play, go back to sleep…” you said before you tried to get up.

“I slept enough don’t worry about me, are you feeling better now?” he softly asked you as his thumbs were stroking your hips.

“I am, God you shouldn’t be seeing me like this Rúben!” you shyly turned away from his touch to brush your teeth, “I’m gross!” you scrunched up your nose while you talked with your toothbrush in your mouth making your boyfriend chuckle.

“You’re not meu amor, you were just sick!” he laughed, placing his hands on your stomach form behind, “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Positive baby…” you nodded your head as you wiped your mouth, before turning to him once again, “I guess this is what morning sickness feels like?”

“Yeah I guess so,” he pouted as he hugged you, “but you’re not coming to the game tonight. I’m not discussing on it.”

“Rúben I’m fine!” you groaned, as you really wanted to attend the game your brother and your boyfriend would be playing in, “I really am!”

“You have to rest Y/N.” he told you with a serious expression on your face, “I worry about you and our baby, I don’t want you to risk feeling sick while I’m not there to take care of you…”

“Well if you think about it, I’d be way closer to you if I’d come to the stadium…” you smirked as you saw him roll his eyes at your witty remark, “Am I right?”

“Why do you always have to win hm?” Rúben hummed in your neck as he lowered his head while he wrapped his arms around you once again.

“’Cause you always let me win,” you said, “and because you want us there tonight, I know that for sure.” you whispered in his ear.

“That’s not right, because I always want you with me.” he protested as his lips brushed your neck making you shiver, “I’ll always want you both with me.”

“Should we get back to bed?” you asked him as you were running your hands up and down his naked back, “You could use some more sleep, and so could I…”

“Yeah, come on…” he said as he took you in his arms, “I’ll take you to bed.”

“Is that a dirty proposition Dias?” you smirked as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Is it you or your hormones asking?” Rúben laughed at your question as he questioned you back.

“I’m not an hormonal mess babe!” you whined playfully slapping his chest, “Not yet at least…” you said lowering your voice and making Rúben shake his head at your words.

Luckily for you, after you got some more sleep you were feeling incredibly better; and when the time to go to the stadium came, you really couldn’t be happier as you thought it would be your baby’s first time at Etihad tonight.

In the meantime Rúben was able to get you the best tickets he could get; when you entered the stadium you discovered he got you a seat right behind City’s benches, thinking that if you needed something you could always ask one of the boys. Funny enough you noticed Georgina sitting right behind United’s bench, ‘Clearly Rúben and Cristiano must have had the same idea’ you thought as you waved at her from your seat, smiling as she waved back at you.

You didn’t even get the chance to look around the pitch for your boyfriend, that you saw him running towards you.

“Hey, do you like it here??” he asked after he pecked your lips as he leaned towards you over the fence.

“Yeah, there’s a great view from here,” you nodded, “me and our bean like this seat very much, thank you daddy.” you whispered these words that were meant only for him.

“Daddy hm?” he smirked as he winked at you, making you burst into a fit of laughter.

“Yeah we have a baby on the way remember??” you joked as you watched him narrowing his eyes at you.

“Yeah.” he groaned, “About that are you cold? Do you need something to drink? Or something to keep you warm? Do you want me to get you-”

“Rúben I’m fine!” you shushed him placing a finger on his cold lips, “We’re fine, and we can’t wait to see you smash United!” you smiled proudly before leaning in to kiss his lips softly, “Now go, I’m sure John misses you!”

“I’m serious though, ask the boys for whatever you may need okay?” he looked at you straight in the eyes, the beautiful Y/E/C eyes of the mother of his child.

“Okay amor. Good luck, I love you!” you caressed his cheek one last time before he turned around and ran away from you towards his team after he said those three words back at you.

When the match finally started you could feel your nerves starting to kick in. You were always on edge when the day of the derby came, as it felt like it was some kind of a doomsday for you; but tonight you had to try to keep your emotions at bay, since you knew being this nervous could do no good to your baby. You also knew this was easier said than done, especially when the second half was almost over and the two rival teams were equal, with one goal each. It’s not like you wanted your brother’s team to lose, but you wanted Rúben to win more, as you knew it would make him so happy to win the game for his child for the first time.

And just as you were thinking that, after the referee gave four minutes of extra time, you watched as Emerson kicked the ball impossibly far, almost over the midfield line, starting a series of passes and movements between the City players that were making the opponent team go crazy. When you thought there was no way the ball would get in between those two posts, that same ball was passed to Rúben himself; you watched him as he stopped the ball with his left foot, before kicking it with the incredible strength of his right one towards the goal. When the ball left his foot it was like time slowed down, as you watched the ball make its way past all the defenders and the goalkeeper before it ended in the goal.

The roar of the stadium brought you back to reality as you started jumping up and down after you realized your boyfriend had just scored. But you stopped immediately once you saw Rúben pick up the ball and placing it under his shirt, between his abs and the blue fabric, while he ran towards City’s bench with his finger pointing right at you.

Your eyes went wide at his gesture and you brought your hands up to cover your mouth while you laughed uncontrollably, as tears were welling up in your eyes. You watched him take the ball out of his shirt before he dropped it to the ground as John crushed his body on Rúben’s in a bone crushing hug; you could tell he was happy for the both of you, he was always showing his full support to your boyfriend so tonight it was really no different.

You couldn’t help but feel someone’s stare on you though, and as you slightly turned your head to the side you saw Georgina look at you with her mouth open in shock, and it was then that it hit you, your brother must have noticed Rúben’s celebration too! And when your eyes went back to the pitch, just as you heard the referee blowing the final whistle, you found your brother and your boyfriend hugging right at the centre of the pitch.

While you walked the little distance that was separating you from the field, you saw Georgina running towards you with the biggest smile on her face.

“Oh my God Y/N you’re pregnant???” she asked you with an insanely high pitched voice.

“Uhm cat’s out of the bag I guess??” you said while you smiled at her.

“How far along are you??” she asked as she took your hands in hers, over excited at the idea of welcoming a little niece or nephew to the world.

“Three months,” you replied, “and this morning I was sick too so yeah, welcome to you too morning sickness…” you joked as you playfully rolled your eyes.

“Oh I’m so sorry to hear that,” Georgina said as she placed her hands on your shoulders, “you know you can count on me if you need a help right??” she asked before she hugged you.

“I know G, thank you for that!” you laughed as you thought that your baby was still so little, yet so many people loved him, or her.

“So is that true???” you heard John shout from behind you, “Am I becoming an uncle then???” he asked you before it was his turn to wrap his arms around you.

“It is!” you told him as you laughed, “And you’ll be his favorite uncle for sure! Rúben wouldn’t have it any other way you know??”

“Yeah, wouldn’t want the baby to risk and become a Red Devil!” City’s number 5 smiled as the three of you watched as your boyfriend and Cristiano were walking in your direction.

“Don’t you even try it Stones!” your brother pointed his finger at John as he must have heard a part of your conversation, “That’s my niece or nephew in here!” Cristiano smiled as he caressed your still flat tummy over the City shirt, “I’m so happy Y/N, I’m not even that disappointed in the loss you know? I mean Rúben’s goal was for the baby so I can’t really complain…”

“You’re right you can’t complain!” you joked, “Because now Manchester is blue!!!” you said as you stuck your tongue out at him, with Rúben and John cheering at your back while all the other City players were walking to you to congratulate you and their defender.

“Do you think our baby liked my goal?” you heard Rúben whisper in your ear as he wrapped his arms around you from behind.

“I think he did,” you nodded as you placed your hands over his naked forearms, “It was so strange when you scored, I thought I could actually feel him moving!”

“Him?” he asked with his face in your hair.

“Yeah I just have a feeling it might be a boy babe…” you shrugged your shoulders, “I mean he moved for the first time because of a goal so…”

“Looks like Manchester could become even more blue then…” he smiled as he wrapped one of his arms around your shoulders, before he walked you down the tunnel to a place where he could keep you and your child safe and warm.

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wavypotatochips · 1 year

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Can you please write like a Cristiano Ronaldo Dos Santos Aveiro fanfic or oneshot? Its really hard to find one😭 and youre a really good writer based off your sergio ramos oneshots.

𝙈𝙮 𝙏𝙚𝙙𝙙𝙮 𝘽𝙚𝙖𝙧 | 𝘾𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙖𝙣𝙤 𝙍𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙙𝙤

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Cristiano Ronaldo x Female Reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Cristiano surprises you and lavishes you with affection.

Word Count : 1k

𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: Of course I can! and thank you so much for the compliment KISS KISS MWAAAH. And as always, Thank you so much for requesting!! I Hope you like how I represent your idea ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚!!

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ Due to finals, I have not been able to write as much as I usually do and I'm currently catching up on current requests because I'm a little behind. If you would like to send a request, do so now as after this weekend, request will be temporarily unavailable. mwah mwah love ya! ♥

You woke up to the sound of your phone buzzing on the nightstand. You rubbed your eyes and picked it up, smiling when you saw that the message was from Cristiano.

"Good morning beautiful, I hope you slept well. I have a surprise for you today. Be ready by 10 am. Love you."

Your heart fluttered at the message. You had been dating Cristiano, one of the most famous futbol players in the world, for a few months now and every day felt like a dream. You got out of bed, feeling excited for what the day would bring.

Cristiano knocks on the door around 10 a.m., and when you respond, he hands you a bouquet of flowers in a vase. "Cristiano, you have the house key," you chuckle, smiling gleefully at him. Cristiano's mornings are normally filled with strenuous gym workouts, which is why he wasn't there when you woke up. You sniff the roses momentarily before laying them on the counter near the door. Cristiano is dressed casually in pants and a t-shirt. He smiled at you as he extended his hand to you.

“Of course but it's more romantical when I do it like this, eh?,” he responds, causing you to roll your eyes playfully as you take his hand.

"Ready for your surprise?" he asks, his eyes sparkling.

"Of course! What is it?" you ask, unable to contain your excitement.

Cristiano leads you to his car and opens the door for you, a gentleman as always. You got in and he drove off, the wind blowing through your hair as you enjoyed the warm weather.

After about half an hour of driving, Cristiano pulls into a beautiful park. He gets out of the car and opens your door, taking your hand and leading you to a picnic blanket that he had set up on the grass.

"I thought we could have a picnic today," he said, gesturing to the basket of food he had brought. “I know I have been working hard with training sessions and such, but I just want to remind you how precious you are… and you know, how much you mean to me.”

With a wide grin on your face, you couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude for his thoughtfulness. He had gone out of his way to bring your favorite snacks and drinks, and it was moments like these that made you realize how amazing he was. It was ironic how social media had painted him in such a negative light - as someone who was rude and ignorant - when in reality, he was just one big teddy bear.

You spent the morning lounging on the blanket, enjoying the delicious food and talking about everything and anything. Cristiano told you about his childhood, his dreams, and his hopes for the future. You listened intently, feeling grateful for the chance to get to know him on a deeper level.

After lunch, Cristiano surprised you with another activity. He had rented a boat and took you out on the water, the sun shining down on you as you floated along.

As you leaned back against Cristiano , feeling the warmth of his body against yours, you couldn't help but feel grateful for this moment. You had never felt so cared for and loved by anyone.

As the sun began to set, Cristiano took you to a fancy restaurant for dinner. He had made reservations at a table with a beautiful view of the city skyline. You ate amazing food and drank expensive wine, feeling like royalty.

As the night went on, Cristiano kept surprising you with little gestures of love. He held your hand under the table, whispered sweet nothings in your ear, and even serenaded you with a song.

As you walked back to the car, hand in hand, you felt like the luckiest person in the world. Cristiano had spoiled you for the day, but what really made you feel special was the love and care he had shown you throughout the entire day.

"Thank you for today," you said, looking up at Cristiano with gratitude in your eyes.

"Anything for you, my love," he replied, leaning down to kiss you softly.

You melted into his arms, feeling like you were on top of the world. This was what true love felt like, and you were grateful to have found it with Cristiano .

As the car pulled up to the house you two share, Cristiano helped you out and walked with you hand-in-hand to the door. You turned to face him, feeling a little sad that your perfect day had come to an end.

"I don't want this day to end," you said, pouting slightly.

"I know, me neither. But don't worry, there will be many more days like this," he said, cupping your face in his hands and gazing into your eyes.

He leaned in to kiss you again, his lips soft and gentle against yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck, feeling his warmth and strength enveloping you.

After a few moments, he pulled away and took your hand, leading you inside. He wrapped his arms around you from behind as you walked to the couch. Once near the couch the both of you kick off your shoes and instantly cuddle against one-another. Cristiano grabs the blanket that is on the couch and throws it over you both. He instantly holds you as close as he can as you snuggle up against him.

"I love you so much," he whispered, his voice full of emotion.

"I love you too," you replied, feeling your heart swell with affection.

"You bring out the best in me. Do you know how much you mean to me?" he questions, nuzzling his face into your hair.

"I do. I love you so much and i'll always be here for you my love" you said, smiling up at him.

He looked you in the eyes with such love that your heart skipped a beat. He leaned in for a delicate kiss, his lips soft against yours. In that one simple gesture, you felt all the love in the world, and you kissed him back with equal tenderness. As you drew away, he stroked your cheek, his thumb gently caressing your skin. You gazed up at him, your heart pounding, and he flashed you a bright smile that lighted up his face. You two felt more in love than ever before as you enjoyed the warmth of each other's company.

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maaarine · 5 years

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MBTI Typing Index: Names Q-T

Name starts with: A B, C D, E F, G H, I J K L, M N O P, Q R S T, U V W X Y Z.

Christian QUESADA (ESTJ)

Sara QUIN (ENTP)

Tegan QUIN (ENTP)

Zoë QUINN (INFP)

Daniel RADCLIFFE (ENFP)

Dennis RADER (ISTJ)

Charlotte RAMPLING (INFJ)

Gordon RAMSAY (ESTJ)

Giuliana RANCIC (ESFJ)

Ayn RAND (ISTJ)

Megan RAPINOE (ESTP)

Naval RAVIKANT (INTJ)

Jeremy RENNER (ISTP)

Raphaëlle RICCI (INTJ)

Damien RICE (INFP)

Tim RICE-OXLEY (INFJ)

Keith RICHARDS (ESTP)

Jon RICHARDSON (INTJ)

Alan RICKMAN (INTJ)

Tom RIDGEWELL (ENTP)

Ransom RIGGS (INFP)

Rihanna / Robyn FENTY (ESTP)

Guy RITCHIE (ENTJ)

Joan RIVERS (ESFP)

Robert REDFORD (INFJ)

Vanessa REDGRAVE (INFJ)

Eddie REDMAYNE (INFP)

Norman REEDUS (ISFP)

Keanu REEVES (ISFP)

Ryan REYNOLDS (ENTP)

Trent REZNOR (INFP)

Shonda RHIMES (ENFJ)

Mel ROBBINS (ENTJ)

Michel ROCARD (ENTJ)

Dennis RODMAN (ESTP)

Olivia RODRIGO (ESFJ)

Michelle RODRIGUEZ (ESTP)

Joe ROGAN (ESTP)

Seth ROGEN (ENTP)

Fred ROGERS (INFP)

Maggie ROGERS (INFP)

Cristiano RONALDO (ESTP)

Mark RONSON (ISFP)

Sally ROONEY (INFJ)

Arden ROSE (ENFP)

Tracee Ellis ROSS (ENFP)

Eric ROTH (INFJ)

Philip ROTH (ENTP)

Kristen ROUPENIAN (ENFP)

Mickey ROURKE (ESTP)

Joanne K. ROWLING (INFJ)

Arundhati ROY (INFJ)

Mark RUFFALO (ISFP)

RuPaul / RuPaul CHARLES (ENFP)

Bertrand RUSSELL (ENTP)

Winona RYDER (INFP)

Mark RYLANCE (INFP)

Anna SACCONE JOLY (ISFJ)

Jonathan SACCONE JOLY (ESFP)

Oliver SACKS (INFP)

Sade / Sade ADU (ISFP)

Claire SAFFITZ (ENFJ)

Sebastião SALGADO (INFJ)

Jonas SALK (INTJ)

Sheryl SANDBERG (ENFJ)

Thomas SANDERS (ENFP)

Adam SANDLER (ESTP)

Susan SARANDON (ENFP)

Michel SARDOU (ESTJ)

Anita SARKEESIAN (ENFJ)

Nicolas SARKOZY (ESTJ)

Jean-Paul SARTRE (INTP)

Marjane SATRAPI (ENFP)

Reshma SAUJANI (ENFJ)

Adam SAVAGE (ENTP)

Antonin SCALIA (ESTJ)

Matthias SCHOENAERTS (ISTP)

Amy SCHUMER (ENFP)

Arnold SCHWARZENEGGER (ENTJ)

Andrew SCOTT (INFP)

Ridley SCOTT (ENTJ)

Roy SCRANTON (INTJ)

Roger SCRUTON (INTJ)

John SEARLE (ENTP)

Amy SEDARIS (ENFP)

David SEDARIS (INTP)

Jerry SEINFELD (ENTJ)

Jason SEGEL (ENFP)

Léa SEYDOUX (ISFP)

Elif SHAFAK (INFP)

Faiza SHAHEEN (ENFJ)

Yara SHAHIDI (ENFJ)

Shakira / Shakira RIPOLL (ESFJ)

Tupac SHAKUR (ENFP)

Michael SHANNON (ISTP)

Ben SHAPIRO (ESTJ)

Maria SHARAPOVA (ENTJ)

Robert SHEEHAN (ENFP)

Michael SHEEN (ENFP)

Judith SHEINDLIN (ESTJ)

Dax SHEPARD (ENTP)

Amy SHERMAN-PALLADINO (ENFP)

Kiernan SHIPKA (ESFJ)

David SHRIGLEY (INTP)

SIA / Sia FURLER (ENFP)

Daniel SIEGEL (INFJ)

Jason SILVA (ENFP)

Nate SILVER (INTP)

Sarah SILVERMAN (ENFP)

David SIMON (INFJ)

Paul SIMON (INFP)

Nina SIMONE (INFP)

O.J. SIMPSON (ESTP)

Lily SINGH (ENFP)

Tarsem SINGH (ENFP)

Troye SIVAN (ISFP)

Jojo SIWA (ESFP)

Jenny SLATE (ENFP)

Leïla SLIMANI (INFJ)

Jorja SMITH (ISFP)

Kiki SMITH (INFP)

Patti SMITH (INFP)

Sam SMITH (ESFP)

Will SMITH (ESFP)

Zadie SMITH (INFJ)

Edward SNOWDEN (INTJ)

Timothy SNYDER (INTJ)

Zack SNYDER (ESFP)

Salvador SOBRAL (INFP)

Steven SODERBERGH (ENTJ)

Soko / Stéphanie SOKOLINSKI (ENFP)

Solange / Solange KNOWLES (ISFP)

Rebecca SOLNIT (INFP)

Julien SOLOMITA (ESTP)

Stephen SONDHEIM (INTJ)

Susan SONTAG (INTJ)

Aaron SORKIN (INTP)

Sonia SOTOMAYOR (ENTJ)

Gareth SOUTHGATE (ISTJ)

Kevin SPACEY (ENTJ)

James SPADER (INTP)

Britney SPEARS (ISFJ)

Regina SPEKTOR (INFP)

Tori SPELLING (ISFJ)

Diana SPENCER (ISFP)

Steven SPIELBERG (INFP)

Baruch SPINOZA (INTP)

Bruce SPRINGSTEEN (ISFP)

Cole SPROUSE (ENTP)

St. Vincent / Annie CLARK (INFJ)

Lakeith STANFIELD (ISTP)

Joey STARR (ESTP)

Gwen STEFANI (ESFP)

Gloria STEINEM (ENTJ)

Amandla STENBERG (INFP)

Dan STEVENS (ENFJ)

Michael STEVENS (ENTP)

Sufjan STEVENS (INFJ)

Jon STEWART (ENTP)

Kristen STEWART (ISTP)

Martha STEWART (ENFJ)

Michael STIPE (INFP)

Emma STONE (ENFP)

Stormzy / Michael OMARI (ESFP)

Meryl STREEP (ENFJ)

Donna STRICKLAND (ENTJ)

Jeremy STRONG (INFP)

Bjarne STROUSTRUP (INTP)

Michael STUHLBARG (INFP)

Nicola STURGEON (ENTJ)

Tom STURRIDGE (INFP)

Harry STYLES (ESFP)

Zoe SUGG (ESFJ)

Taylor SWIFT (ESFJ)

Tilda SWINTON (INTP)

Kara SWISHER (ENTJ)

Omar SY (ESFP)

Oli SYKES (ISFP)

Wanda SYKES (ESFP)

Amber TAMBLYN (ENFP)

Tamino / Tamino FOUAD (ISFP)

Terence TAO (INTP)

Quentin TARANTINO (ENTP)

Donna TARTT (INFJ)

Elizabeth TAYLOR (ESFP)

Aaron TAYLOR-JOHNSON (ISFP)

Sam TAYLOR-JOHNSON (ISFP)

Tekashi69 / 6ix9ine / Daniel HERNANDEZ (ESTP)

Miles TELLER (ESTP)

David TENNANT (ENFP)

Nikola TESLA (INTP)

Virgil TEXAS (INTP)

Michelle THALLER (ENTP)

Margaret THATCHER (ESTJ)

The Weeknd / Abel TESFAYE (ISFP)

Charlize THERON (ENTJ)

Louis THEROUX (ENTP)

Peter THIEL (INTP)

Clarence THOMAS (ESTJ)

Kristin Scott THOMAS (ENTJ)

Emma THOMPSON (ENTP)

Maura TIERNEY (ISTP)

Meg TILLY (INFP)

Krista TIPPETT (INFJ)

Lily TOMLIN (ENTP)

Louis TOMLINSON (ENFP)

Giulio TONONI (INTJ)

Meghan TRAINOR (ESFP)

Joachim TRIER (ENFJ)

Donald TRUMP (ESTP)

Ivanka TRUMP (ISFJ)

Alan TUDYK (ENTP)

Cenzo TUIHANI (ISFP)

Alex TURNER (INTP)

Sophie TURNER (ESFP)

Tina TURNER (ESFP)

Jeff TWEEDY (INFP)

Liv TYLER (ISFP)

Name starts with: A B, C D, E F, G H, I J K L, M N O P, Q R S T, U V W X Y Z.

#mbtiindex

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gabigabigabby · 5 months

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cristiano's daughter | j. félix

joão félix x ronaldo!footballer!reader

synopsis: joão steals your celebration as his way of telling you that goal was yours

a/n: plot is set during the euro qualifier game against luxembourg in march where he did that celebration with his arms crossed (ifykyk). joão is barça player bc it's perfect for this plot and y/n is barça femeni player. again, perfect for the plot. ALSO THANK YOU FOR 700++ FOLLOWERS, ik it's bee a while since i was on here but i really do appreciate all the love you give on my works 🥹🥹 so enjoy this one!

content/warnings: fluffy as hell, y/n taking a promise extremely seriously, dialogue in portuguese and spanish, eva and mateo being the cutest twin siblings ever, not proofread, lmk if i missed anything! 💫

🎵 streaming: infrunami - steve lacy

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"papá nos estamos mirando. devuélvenos el saludo." gio begins talking, but you were in your football la-la-land.

i could've done a bicycle kick yesterday, you thought. it could've been my match.

don't you just love it? being in your own thoughts for the 500th time today. sense the sarcasm? "y/n," gio catches your attention, snapping you out of your head. "joão te busca, cariño." [dad is looking for us, wave back. joão is looking for you, sweetheart.]

your eyes run all over the pitch before landing on the squad, joão the second to last guy in the line-up. he sends you a wave, grinning to himself when he sees you facing him. he'd never know if you were making eye contact or not; he was just happy you were there. you wave back at him, not even bothering to hide your smile from your stepmother.

"estoy feliz de que estés feliz. y tienes suerte porque es un chico lindo," gio winks before you both share a laugh; something you missed sharing with georgina. because of your tight schedule and the fact that you play football in spain and don't live in riyadh with your parents and siblings, you'd missed out every single important thing that's happened in the ronaldo house. eva and mateo's sixth birthday, alana's first day of school, bella's first steps, junior joining the al-nassr academy. everything. "¿sabes lo que significa? bebés lindos." [i'm happy you're happy. and you're lucky because he's a cute boy. and you know what that means? cute babies.]

"mamá!" you try to stop gio from going any further. because babies? aren't you too young to be thinking about children right now? your career at barcelona had only begun to skyrocket, and joão had only recently began his season stint at the club. children and settling down should be the last thing on both your minds. although every now and then, you can't help but think about it. would you and joão last long enough for children of your own in the future? "i'm only 22." you mutter under your breath, soft enough for gio to completely miss it.

the referee's whistle snaps you out of your own thoughts — a place you'd often find yourself in when you're out of the pitch. you were worried about the fact that joão barely got to feel the ball. especially after he promised you he'd give you a strike tonight.

"no, i promise," his voice lingers around you from hours ago. "i'll make sure i get the ball, and it's yours, querida. eu prometo." [i promise]

well, he promised — and promises stick with you like gorilla glue. even at the ripe old age of 22, you still believe in pinky promises the way georgina still believes in romance movies. that's besides the point.

it was up till the point after your dad was awarded a penalty. he took it, it went in, your dad is a worldwide legend, blah blah blah. you knew it was bound to happen everytime portugal play. the game was inching up to 14 minutes as your legs begin to bounce nervously. what made it worse was that mateo was on your lap when it happened.

"querida, why are your legs shaking?" mateo's neck cranes to look at you. all you could give him was a weak smile.

"nothing, 'zinho. just nervous for papai like all of us, né?" you answer, hoping mateo will take it and leave it alone.

"you're nervous for joão." if there's one thing you could curse about mateo, it's how close he is to you, even though you no longer live with your family. on his day, mateo would feel lonely — even though he's a twin — and ask gio to facetime you. most of the time, he'd catch you at the right time; driving back home from training, going out for lunch with joão on an off day. and sometimes you wouldn't pick up, occupied with training for the upcoming game that week.

mateo would never fail to call you at least twice a month, understanding how tight your schedule is and that he has to leave you alone sometimes, afraid you'd be exhausted after a long day of training. sometimes you'd give him a call too, missing your queridinho on your day.

"não somos todos?" you nervously chuckle, your hands were resting on mateo's lap, its fingers slowly picking at your cuticles. [aren't we all?]

"si, but you're stressed," mateo pouts. "joão told me you made him promise to score tonight. and you know what, y/n? i hope he scores too." he gives you his typical mateo smile; the absolute sweetest thing you could ever see.

not even a mere few seconds later, a cross from bernardo comes in. you try to anticipate which portugal boy it'd reach. you released a breath you didn't realise you were holding when you see the ball making immediate contact with joão's head, as he nicks the ball in past the luxembourg goalkeeper.

the crowd was anticlimactic, though, you'd have to say. there is a totally valid reason for it. is joão offside or not? the referee blows his whistle, giving the goal to portugal as they now lead the game 2-0. you carefully picked mateo up as you stand, the boy's arms in the air as he celebrates the allowed goal from his hermano. you watch as joão turns to the grandstand your family is situated at.

you can only assume he's looking at you at that point, but gio turns to face you and mateo to state the obvious. "el te esta mirando!" gio screams in a whispery manner. you'd only assumed that, but you were wearing the white portugal away kit, allowing joão to identify you clear as day from the pitch compared to the rest of your family who were clad in black winter coats. you agree, the weather is a bit nippy in luxembourg.

joão looks you dead in the eye — or you assume — and crosses his arms. you immediately realise what it meant, smiling to yourself as your dad, bruno and bernardo begin to crowd him and give him words of congratulations on the smooth yet second nature goal of his.

you wait till after the game, where they defeat luxembourg 6-0 to regroup with joão and cristiano. cris, before anything, would engulf gio and bella first, giving joão full leeway to reach for you first. "did you see?!" the taste of excitement is still sweet and prominent on joão's tongue when he speaks.

"i saw! my celebration at barça. thief." you joke, pushing a fist into his bicep playfully.

"amo-te, linda. obrigado por estar aqui." joão smiles, not hesitating to squish your face into his chest. [i love you beautiful, thank you for being here]

"eu vim buscar o papai, mas tudo bem." you shrug jokingly before finding yourself in your papai's arms and listening to him thank you for coming to a portugal game — an away game, no less. [i came for dad, but okay]

#joão félix #joao felix #joão félix x reader #joao felix x reader #joao felix x you #joao felix x y/n #joao felix fluff #football #football x y/n #football x you #football x oc #football x reader

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exoficsspanish · 5 years

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Tinta Negra ~En el bolsillo Capítulo 22

(GIF no me pertenece, crédito para el que lo hizo :D)

Kim Minseok x Lectora

Número de palabras: 3407

Capítulo anterior / siguiente

¿Exactamente como puedes presentar a tus padres a tu nuevo novio?, el cual es mucho mas grande que tu, tiene nexos sospechosos con la justicia y aparte ellos ya se enteraron de que es muy probable que estuvieras teniendo sexo con el.

Me golpee contra la ventana de mi departamento, escuché a lo lejos a mis papas platicando con Jae en la sala, tenía mi celular en las manos debatiéndome en cancelar todos los planes con Minseok para poder salvarme de lo que sucedería si mis padres y el se conocieran.

Recordé en lo que me había dicho sobre confiar en él, recargarme y compartir la carga así que decidí llamarle.

—Bueno— su voz estaba entrecortada

—Hola, ¿tienes tiempo de platicar? - nerviosa mordí mi labio

—Estoy haciendo ejercicio así que soy todo oídos o quieres que detenga todo— esta vez escuche como la caminadora estaba parando

—No, no sigue haciendo ejercicio solo necesito hablar contigo, me siento muy nerviosa— me acosté en mi cama ignorando las risas en la sala.

—¿Es por mañana? — la caminadora otra vez estaba trabajando y por lo que escuchaba estaba corriendo

—Si, me da miedo que algo salga mal y se arruine lo que tenemos— mi voz era pequeña por mi miedo, el hizo un sonido de haberme escuchado— no es tanto lo que digan sobre mí, tengo miedo de que a ellos no les gustes tú, sobre todo porque a mí me gustas demasiado — me escondí en las almohadas

—Confiemos en que nuestra relación los impresioné y con eso será suficiente— dijo el para mi a lo que me sentí un poco más reconfortada, comenzamos a platicar de otras cosas, pero al escuchar a mis papas gritando por mi para ver una película le di las buenas noches a lo que él me respondió que no serían buenas noches sin mi a su lado haciéndome sonrojar.

El siguiente día era un correr por la casa para ganar el baño. Yo me había despertado lo suficientemente temprano para robar el baño y hacer el desayuno, cuando todos ya habían tomado sus respectivos cafés les dije que Minseok visitaría para llevarlos por la ciudad y ver otras cosas.

Decir que mi mama estaba emocionada era decir poco, cuando sonó el timbre corrí antes de que ellos me ganaran la oportunidad, Minseok se veía guapísimo, salido de los sueños de los padres de cualquier chica, parecía el estereotipo perfecto de novio, unos pantalones negros con una camisa de botones que era de una tonalidad entre azul y verde, su cabello estilizado para mostrar su frente y bellos ojos.

—Te ves muy bien dijimos los dos al mismo tiempo, haciéndonos reír y lo abrace, sin querer besarlo por miedo a la reacción de mis papas, cuando entro y mi mama lo vio supe que ya la había ganado

—Oh vaya ya vi a lo que se refería Jae con decirme que eras muy guapo— ella le ofreció su mano y Minseok con mucha delicadeza la estrecho mientras sonreía

—Lo mismo le iba a decir a usted, aunque creo que Jae se quedo corto cuando me describió su hermosa sonrisa— él sonrió aún más haciendo que mi mama se riera nerviosa

—Un hombre guapo y que sabe hablar n me convencerá, yo quiero saber sobre quien eres para saber si mi gordita estará bien contigo— dijo mi papa haciendo que me cubriera la cara de vergüenza por el apodo de cariño y también porque Jae se reía de mi desgracia—

—Le puedo asegurar señor que tengo muy buenas intenciones con su hija, mucho gusto Minseok Kim— le ofreció también su mano a mi papa, esta vez mi padre abuso queriendo apretarle su mano para demostrar su fuerza, pero Minseok ni siquiera se inmuto.

—Está bien, ¿en qué trabajas Minseok? — rodé los ojos ante la pregunta de mi papa, pero en cambio Minseok se veía preparado para cualquier pregunta que le hubieran hecho

—Soy el director del laboratorio Elyxion Señor — su respuesta dejo boquiabiertos a mis papas y Jae también abrió su boca con sorpresa

—Pensé que solo era un mafioso— Jae me susurro a lo que yo solo negué

—No, es una historia demasiado larga — le respondi

—No puede ser, soy amigo de una de las personas mas ricas de la ciudad y no lo sabía, es más, no lo he presumido—comenzó a teclear en su celular y pude leer rápidamente como buscaba en Google “maneras de hacer que mi mejor amigo me adopté”

—Vaya, entonces estudiaste administración, tus padres te heredaron su empresa— mi papa no iba a darse por vencido

—No, a decir verdad, mis papas murieron cuando era joven, sin embargo la familia que me adopto me dio una buena educación, por eso estoy muy agradecido, gracias a ellos estoy aquí frente a ustedes con un doctorado y siendo una de las pocas personas especializado en mi área, tuve la gran fortuna que mi hermano adoptivo quisiera seguir expandiendo sus empresas y ahora trabajo en crear medicinas que ayudan a mucha gente de nuestro país y el mundo— sabía que mi mamá ya estaba en su bolsillo con su respuesta pero mi papa cruzo los brazos

—Lamento mucho tu perdida Minseok, sin embargo, siempre me preocupo por mi hija, ella es una chica de familia, y no quiero que alguien juegue con sus sentimientos, ya sea rico o no, yo quiero que mi hija este bien— contesto, sonreí con ternura a mi papa, aprete la mano de Minseok

—Lo se Señor, a decir verdad, no había conocido a una persona tan hermosa como ella, me ha enseñado muchas cosas, entre ellas a disfrutar la vida, muchas veces por mi trabajo era difícil ver lo hermoso en este mundo, pero su hija tiene la capacidad de ver lo más bello incluso en la atrocidad. Soy una persona seria, mi trabajo lo requiere, además de que soy sumamente disciplinado, pero gracias a su hija comencé también a apreciar el mundo a mi alrededor, mi relación con ella es una de las cosas por las cuales me siento agradecido, créame que los dos estamos compartiendo y queriéndonos cada día que estamos juntos— Minseok sonrió para mi papa y para mí, haciendo que mi mama soltara un suspiro

—Está bien, veremos cómo va este fin de semana y te daré mi opinión—dijo mi papa

—Muy bien, entonces, ¿Qué haremos hoy? - Jae se sentó junto a Minseok, emocionado por lo que nos deparaba el día

—Vamos a ir a comer algo y después iremos al juego de futbol— levanto una bolsa de regalo dándosela a mi papa, y después nos dio jersey a cada uno, mi papa al abrir su regalo fue lo mas cercano a un gritito de niña emocionada

—No puede ser, esta autografiado, tienes que tomarme una foto con esto puesto— me aventó su celular y sin nada de vergüenza se quito su camisa y se puso el jersey del equipo, después de cinco fotografías, tomo a Minseok del cuello obligándolo a tomarse una foto con él, para después hacer una selfie grupal.

—Me encantaría ir a ese lugar de parrilla de mariscos que he visto por toda la ciudad— Jae tomo del brazo a Minseok haciéndole ojitos de perrito para que fuéramos a comer ahí

—Eso es demasiado caro, mejor vayamos al restaurante chino que esta por el centro— golpee a mi amigo para que soltara a Minseok y poder ser la que lo abrazara

—Las dos opciones suenan muy bien pero primero hay que preguntarles a tus papas que les gustaría probar, estoy seguro de que no tienen tantas opciones en tu ciudad— como siempre fue educado con mis papas, mi mama sin duda amaba los mariscos así que fue por la opción de Jae y mi papa siempre iba a donde mi mama hubiera decidido.

Esta vez Minseok no traía su típico automóvil, si no una camioneta, mis ojos se abrieron con sorpresa, porque se veía carísima, trate de no mostrarme tan impactada, iba a subirme de copiloto, pero mi papa se subió primero, comenzó a preguntarle a Minseok acerca de los detalles técnicos de la camioneta y Minseok le dijo que seria asombroso si mi papa manejaba hacia el estadio después de comer, a lo que mi papa parecía estar emocionado.

En el restaurante nos trataron muy bien, Minseok se había encargado de pedir la comida para que nos trajeran de todo lo que había en el menú, la conversación fluía gracias a los chistes de Jae, y la manera en la que mi mama podía hacer hablar hasta las rocas.

Cuando llego la hora de pagar, Minseok no permitió que mis papas pagaran, pero a cambio para no hacerlos sentir mal, les dijo que tendrían que pagar los snacks en el partido de futbol, cuando mi papa comenzó a manejar estaba nerviosa porque sabia que la camioneta valía más que nuestra casa, pero Minseok iba platicando con el e indicándole hacía que salidas en la carretera tenia que salir para ir al estadio.

Las sonrisas de mis papas no se comparaban con la sonrisa de felicidad de Minseok.

—No había pasado un día tan divertido y familiar en mucho tiempo— tomo mi mano mientras que aceptaba una diadema en forma de corazones que mi mama compro para él, Jae tomaba fotos y platicaba por celular.

—Obviamente ganara mi equipo, dime Minseok, eres fan de algún equipo de futbol — le pregunto mi papa, mientras esperábamos para entrar al estadio

—Soy un gran fan de Barcelona, no puedo explicar mi obsesión con Leo Messi— le respondió, cerré los ojos esperando la bomba

—No podías ser tan perfecto, pero mi hija y yo apoyamos a Cristiano Ronaldo, verdad bebe— asentí por estar acostumbrada al amor de mi papa hacia su jugador favorito

—Señor, creo que necesita checar sus ojos porque es claro que Messi es mucho mejor, y ¡¡tú!! Pequeña traidora no me habías dicho que lo apoyabas— menciono a lo que Jae soltó una risa

—Yo sigo a mi papá, aunque para ser sincera no hay mejor jugador que Rooney, el lo dio todo por su equipo— mi papa y Minseok me hicieron burla al mismo tiempo

—Ahora con eso quedaste como una boba— me contesto mi papa, Minseok confirmo lo mismo

—Mi mejor amigo Luhan era un gran admirador del Manchester United, de hecho, nuestras más grandes peleas fueron por eso— volvió a tomar mi mano y se veía un poco triste

Deje que mis papas se adelantaran y bese su mejilla

—¿estás bien? - pregunte, mientras acariciaba su mejilla

—Si, es solo que no había hablado en mucho tiempo de Luhan, el fue uno de mis amigos que murió— apretó mi mano y me incito a seguir caminando

—Estoy segura de que estaría muy feliz que compartieras tu gran pasión con nosotros hoy, así que vamos a gritar mucho en el partido por el— bese sus nudillos a lo que el me regalo una sonrisa tímida

—Gracias— el estadio era grande y nuestros asientos eran un sueño hecho realidad, mi papa gritaba a los jugadores casi parecía que iba a reventarse una arteria, mi mama disfrutaba su cerveza junto a Jae el cual le hacia observaciones acerca del trasero de los jugadores.

Minseok y yo gritábamos con mi papa, aunque nos quedamos callados cuando un jugador que estaba en la banca nos gritó que hacíamos linda pareja, cada vez que Dongook estaba cerca le gritaba que me saludara a Seola, Minseok se reía que me emocionara mas por sus hijos que por su juego.

—No puedo esperar para traer a mis nietos a un juego de futbol— Jae escupió su cerveza por la frase de mi papa, se reía a carcajadas, a lo que yo solo me ruborice

—Lo se, van a ser excelentes defensas— Minseok siguió con la broma a lo cual solo logre golpearlo, pero mi mama ya estaba hablando de bonitos nombres

Al terminar el juego no sabía que más podíamos hacer, pero Minseok como siempre se me adelanto, diciendo que había sabido de un lugar para comer samgyeopsal, mis papas le dijeron que no querían molestarlo con que tuviera que pagar más por comida, pero él les dijo que no era nada.

De hecho, el lugar a donde habíamos ido a cenar era humilde y donde nos sentíamos demasiado cómodos, la verdad las cosas entre mis papas y Minseok iban muy bien, Jae estaba sentado junto a mí.

—Vaya estoy seguro de que debes de estar muy contenta por como están saliendo las cosas— Jae me abrazó haciéndome reciprocar el abrazo

—Lo sé, estoy muy emocionada, al menos mañana también tendremos cosas que hacer, como ir a ver esa obra de teatro — le di de comer un poco de arroz a lo que el mordió la cuchara

—Ahora soy yo al que le gustaría tener tu vida, o mejor dicho a tu novio— me pellizcó mi brazo

—No seas bobo, estoy segura de que dentro de poco aparecerá alguien más, además, a este paso, comparto a Minseok contigo la mayoría del tiempo — conseguí hacer que se riera conmigo, al terminar la comida mis papas no dejaron que Minseok pagara, nos dieron un tiempo a solas cuando nos fue a dejar a mi edificio, decidí sentarme junto a el en el coche.

—Gracias por todo lo que hiciste hoy — dije para el mientras tomaba su mano

—Créeme que no ha sido nada, yo soy el que debería decir gracias, ha sido un día donde me he sentido normal, como Kim Minseok y nadie mas — e dio un beso en la frente

—Mañana vendrás temprano o nos vemos después — pregunte, tome su cabello y lo comencé a peinar a como me gustaba verlo

—Vendré en la tarde para ir directo a la función, para que disfrutes a tus papás el mayor tiempo posible— esta vez me beso en los labios, no fue un beso apasionado, si no un beso cariñoso y dulce

—Pero quiero estar contigo, presumirte al mundo entero — hice un puchero a lo que el jaló mi labio inferior para hacerme enojar

—Yo soy el que te quiere mostrar a todos, no robes mis líneas — me dio otro beso rápido

—Esta bien nos vemos mañana, salúdame a los chicos en especial a Yixing— sonreí coquetamente a lo que el comenzó a reírse sabiendo que lo decía de broma

—Le diré que te tiene conquistada, duerme bien Linda —beso por ultima vez mis labios y nos despedimos

Al entrar a la casa me encontré con mis papas ya en pijamas

—Bebé vamos a ver una película, Jae quiere poner la nueva película de superhéroes — agradecí que mi papa no quisiera hablar de inmediato de Minseok así que me fui a cambiar de ropa y regrese para ver la película

No se en qué momento me quedé dormida, pero al despertarme me sentía muy contenta de ver a mi familia regada por el piso, Jae abrazaba a mi papa mientras que mi mamá parecía ser la pequeña cuchara, fui a la cocina a hacer de desayunar.

Pasaron unos diez minutos y mi mama ya estaba ayudándome a preparar todo

—Bebé, no podría estar más feliz por ti — dijo mi mama en voz baja evitando despertar a mi papa y a Jae

—¿Por qué lo dices Mamá? — le respondi, tratando de no distraerme de hacer los panqueques

—Te ves mas feliz, con tu vida tomando ritmo — ella ponía la mesa, me quede observándola

—A que te refieres— apagué el fuego, y comencé a preparar el café de la manera en la que Minseok me había enseñado

—Es solo que ya no tienes esta aura incomoda que aun portabas cuando ibas de vacaciones, te ves más segura en tu propia piel además sonríes más, tienes toda esta vibra positiva que parece hacerse mas fuerte cuando estas con el — me guiño un ojo quedándose callada al ver que mi papa se había levantado

—Muy bien estoy listo para lo que sea que vayamos a hacer hoy— se sentó en la mesa, tomando un plato y comenzando a servirse

—Mmmm no tengo pensado nada, solo en la tarde iremos a la obra de teatro que tanto querías ver— cuando lo dije mi mama soltó un grito dándome besos en la cara

—Muchas gracias hija— me respondió mientras bailaba de felicidad

—Es un regalo de Minseok, le había contado lo mucho que querías ir y el consiguió los boletos— mi mama se detuvo en su baile, pero volvió a comenzar a bailar

—Ese chico es buen muchacho, tendrás que invitarlo a la casa para que podamos devolverle el favor de todo lo que esta haciendo por nosotros— abrí los ojos sorprendida porque mi papa casi nunca me pedía invitar a nadie a menos que le cayera muy bien

—Si papa, estoy segura de que Minseok le gustaría mucho conocer nuestra casa— Jae se unió a la mesa y asintió conmigo

—Si, Minseok hyung le encantaría, además podemos aprovechar para que de una vez se comprometan y comencemos con los preparativos de la boda— mi papa y yo al mismo tiempo escupimos por la sorpresa el café

—Mmmm sin duda hay que irla planeando— mi mama siguió la broma, pero tanto mi papa como yo ocultamos nuestras opiniones haciendo como si tuviéramos tos.

El día paso rápido, mi mama nos explico que cosas nos había mandado la mama de Jae, mi papa nos ayudo a componer cosas en la casa que necesitaban ser arregladas y Jae ni yo teníamos idea de cómo hacerlo.

Nos preparamos, mi mama modelaba su ropa elegante, trate de elegir un par de pantalones de mezclilla, pero ella negó mi elección, sacando uno de mis pocos vestidos, obligándome a ponérmelo, cuando llego la hora, Minseok como siempre fue puntual, se veía muy guapo con una camisa a botones y pantalones de vestir, su cabello estaba estilizado mostrando su frente.

—Listos? Oh vaya te ves increíble — su cumplido hizo que mi papa volteara a verme

—Tiene toda la razón, pareces un lindo malvavisco rosado— mi papa se burló, pero sabía que le gustaba como me veía por su sonrisa

—por cierto, tengo un pequeño obsequio para usted señora— le dio otra bolsa de regalo y mi mama con rapidez abrió su regalo, la bolsa de diseñador la dejo sin palabras, en menos de dos minutos ya había cambiado de bolsa y utilizó su regalo

—Muchas gracias Minseok, tienes que ir a nuestra cas para que te preparemos mucha comida y podamos enseñarte las foto de mi hija de bebe, era una pequeña bola de pelo— tomo el brazo de mi novio y salió riéndose con el

—Hija, de verdad me cae bien Minseok, mil veces mejor que tu exnovio — mi papa tomo mi mano y apuro a Jae el cual salía de su cuarto checando por veintiunava vez su cabello

—Muy bien, nunca se sabe, capaz y me ve el director de la obra y me dice que soy su nueva musa— guiño un ojo para mi y salimos a disfrutar la noche

No cabía duda de que era una de las mejores noches en mi vida, la obra había resultado hermosa, mis papas estaban encantados con la ciudad, prometían visitarme más seguido, Jae se reía con los chistes de Minseok, la vida parecía estar pagándome con estos momentos de felicidad.

—¡Ey! No te quedes atrás — Minseok tomo mi mano y camino junto a mi

Cuando mis papas nos dijeron adiós, comencé a llorar, pidiéndoles que me llamaran en cuanto llegaran a casa, mi papa le dijo algo al oído a mi novio mientras que mi mama besaba mi cara, al irse y quedarnos de nuevo los tres solos, Jae volteo a vernos.

—Bueno, eso salió mucho mejor de lo que esperaba, Minseok bienvenido a la familia, ya casi eres su hijo adoptivo— Jae lo abrazo y comenzó a llamar por teléfono

—¿Baekhyun? ¿Listo para que te patee el trasero en PUGG? Ya estoy libre, ven por mi para que pueda enseñarte quien es el verdadero maestro de los videojuegos— no duro mucho para que Jae se despidiera y los dos nos quedamos solos

—por fin solos — grite abrazándolo y besándolo como si no hubiera mañana

—Te quiero mucho— dijo entre besos el para mi

—Yo más, muchísimo más— sin más lo jalé para que entrara a mi cuarto, con una sonrisa coqueta cerré la puerta.

Ignoraba que dentro de poco las cosas volverían a ponerse difíciles.

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The Price of Gold (Part 1)

Pairing: Lance Tucker x Reader Word Count: 2211 Warnings: sports talk, brief mention of real life gymnastics sex abuse scandal

Summary: As a sports journalist you’ve traveled the world interviewing famous athletes. You’ve loved your job up until you find out your next article is on the last person in the world you ever wanted to talk to, Lance Tucker.

A/N: This is my submission for @green-eyeddragonfanfiction Dragon’s 3k Follower Creative Content Challenge. Congrats!! My prompt was “I can’t be in love with you!” gif source (x)

THE PRICE OF GOLD MASTERLIST

Your eyes blinked a few times to disrupt the strain of staring at a computer screen for far too long. You had almost rubbed them with your fingers but thankfully remembered you were wearing makeup and looking like a raccoon is not something you wanted to do, especially not at work.

You were in the homestretch of making edits to your article In Depth, a monthly feature you were proud to be writing for over the last year. You had come a long way, writing for your high school’s newspaper to today working for ESPN in New York. Your determination to work in sports journalism led you to leave your home of sunny Florida for the bitter cold of Illinois for college. At Northwestern you honed your skills, covering the various athletic games of your school for their website which ultimately led to an internship at the Northwest Herald. After being hired you spent years working up the ranks until you were offered your position with ESPN. Life was good.

Stretching your arms out you yawned deeply, reaching for your nearly empty mug of coffee, but you were relieved to know that you finished ahead of schedule and sent it for review. The publishing date for your Cristiano Ronaldo article had moved up significantly since he became the first player to score 100 goals in the UEFA Champions League.

After a long needed stretch you walked to the office kitchen, pouring a fresh cup of coffee before returning to your desk. Sipping on the warm brew you checked emails, a smile stretching across your face as you replied to Neymar’s agent who was securing dates for your interview with the popular footballer; a trip to Paris on the company’s dime to do so is an added bonus.

This is what made the difference in your writing, the reason why your articles were so popular. You didn’t just interview the athlete, you spent time with them, observing the person they truly were outside of the court, field or wherever they had to be “on”, yet you had a natural way of relaxing them, allowing the person behind the athlete to shine through.

The ringing phone is a welcomed interruption from the computer screen. Alyssa, your editor’s assistant, is calling to ask you to come upstairs. Normally being called into your boss’s office would be panic inducing but you quickly learned that was just how Susan Treston was; she wanted to bring the best out in everyone and would often call people in to brainstorm ideas or give them praise.

The elevator doors opened and you made small talk with Alyssa before she ushered you inside the large office with floor to ceiling windows and a beautiful views of Central Park that always knocked you off your feet. Taking a seat in front of the desk you rubbed the chill off of your arms from the cool air conditioning. Glancing around you looked at Sue’s photos with different athletes, chuckling at the height difference of her and Shaquille O'Neal.

Susan walked in briskly, harshly clearing her throat from a gulp of coffee as she greeted you and sat down.

“Ahh Y/N. I just skimmed over the Ronaldo piece. Great stuff!”

“Thanks Sue,” you replied, beaming a smile of pride at her comment. “You’ll get the Brady article by tomorrow,” you said with confidence, knowing you were almost through with it, along with a few more that were close to finishing. Sue smiled back, appreciating all of the dedication you had to your work. “Oh and I think I’ll be packing my bags soon!” you nearly sang, excited at the prospect of going to France.

“Yes that’s what I wanted to talk to you about. You’re from Spring Hill, right?” she asked.

Your head tilted in slight confusion, wondering what your small Floridian hometown had to do with Neymar. “Um yeah,” you hesitantly replied, trying to hide the concern in your voice.

“Do you know Lance Tucker?”

Her question halts time, like a car that stopped short by slamming on the brakes, feeling as if your body bounced back against the seat in slow motion. Your heart began to beat a rapid rhythm as queasiness washed over you. Suddenly Sue’s office feels hot, unbearably humid much like the weather you grew up with. Beads of sweat begin to pool around your hairline and your jaw is so tense you feel as if your teeth will shatter. Your heels dig into the carpet as you mull over her question.

Who doesn’t know Lance Tucker? The gold and silver gymnastics medalist whose cocky face was plastered all over Wheaties boxes and magazines alike after his wins, and again in recent times after the controversies surrounding him. But you know what she’s asking, do you know him.

Lance grew up in Spring Hill too and despite wishing otherwise you knew him. At four years old your family moved across the street from him and you became fast friends. You hadn’t seen him since you were in high school and he was focused on training for the Olympics. You hadn’t spoken since though a small part of you wished the reason was because of the intense training or his newfound celebrity status after winning but no, your friendship ended before that.

Swallowing the lump in your throat you finally replied, “Yeah, of course I know him, he’s famous ‘specially for a small town but, uh, I don’t know him,” you lied.

“You went to Springstead High School, like him?” she questioned though it felt more like an interrogation.

Forcing a relaxed expression to help mask your lies you smiled before answering, “Yeah but I don’t think we were in the same grade. I might have seen him in the halls but I don’t really remember, it was so long ago, you know?”

Sue shrugged, seemingly accepting your answer. “Either way, I want you on this one.”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Your next In Depth, with Lance Tucker.”

No. This can’t be happening. You repeat that over and over again as you find yourself stuck in a nightmare. Your trip to Paris has been rerouted to Hell, and truth be told you would rather interview the devil because at least you know his character unlike… You shudder at the thought of that man.

You began to explain and pathetically beg to her about how much work you’ve put in to making arrangements for the Neymar interview, even telling her about your latest inside tip on how he might be traded. “I can bang out a great story. We’ll be breaking major news Sue!” you tried desperately to sell your idea to her but she shook her head.

“I’ll have Josh break Neymar, I need you on this one.”

“Why?” you attempted to hide the anguish in your question. “Why me?” you practically whined.

“Tucker is opening a gymnastics facility in Spring Hill.”

Your head tilted in confusion. Lance had quickly abandoned his hometown after winning, moving to Los Angeles to continue his career and his “brand.” He endorsed everything from sneakers to chapstick, living it up in a cliffside mansion with a rotation of beautiful women before he eventually became a coach for USA Gymnastics Women’s Team until the scandals hit.

There was a sexual harassment claim and a former student accused him of fathering her child. He was cleared of all accusations and the paternity test backed that up but in light of the allegations against USAG’s team doctor Larry Nassar, Lance was dropped by the Olympics Committee, stating they wanted to bring in fresh talent when in reality they wanted to distance themselves from anyone with negative press attached to them.

Lance had stepped away from the spotlight over the last year, something that surprised you greatly considering that once Lance had the taste of fame he soaked it up like a sponge. He resurfaced briefly a few months ago when it was reported he was making an appeal against the committee's decision, requesting to be reinstated.

“Sue, I think I’m the wrong person for this. Heather has covered more gymnastics and I think she could…”

“You’re wrong Y/N,” she stopped you mid-sentence. “With the scandals behind him Tucker could still make it in L.A., I want to know the real reason he chose Spring Hill and you’re the best person to get that from him.”

You nod, pressing your lips together, feeling the uncomfortable tension that hung in the air. Your hometown connection is her ticket to getting the story and there was nothing you could do about it. You left her office with a forced smile, resting your forehead against the cool walls of the elevator as you rode it down to your floor.

Alyssa would be sending you Lance’s contact information. You have two months until print, knowing if any major news in his case broke sooner so too would your story. As the doors opened you wondered if you should press the button for Sue’s floor again, confess the truth about your connection with Lance and why you couldn’t do this article. Then again, maybe it would work against you. You prided yourself on your objective journalism, something rare in the media field today.

Your last words to Lance echoed in your head, “I never want to see you again!” You remember the conviction you felt, the fire in your veins, the anger that boiled your blood all masking the sorrow that burned beneath the surface.

“Hey, d’you wanna go to the Knicks game tonight? Chris bailed on me,” the cheery voice of your coworker Heather asked.

Exhaling a sigh you replied, “Wish I could but I have to get started on my next In Depth”. Your response prompted her to ask who the article would be on and swallowing harshly you said his name for the first time in years, “L-Lance Tucker.”

Heather’s eyes widened, her mouth dropped open in surprise growing into the largest smile you’ve ever seen on a human being. “Holy fuck Y/N! Are you shitting me?” she nearly shouted over the quiet office causing a few people to glare in your direction. “I’m so jealous of you right now!”

“You really shouldn’t be,” you grumbled.

“Are you kidding? He’s hot as fuck and you’ll be spending so much time with him. Remember when Twitter thought you were hooking up with Steph Curry?”

You laughed uncomfortably, “Um yeah that was not cool,” remembering how many times you apologized to his wife Ayesha on behalf of the internet and thankfully she understood. “I don’t want anything to do with Lance Tucker!”

“Why not?” Heather nearly scoffed, the typical reaction one might have considering they didn’t know him like you did.

Your emotions where starting to get the best of you, all this talk of Lance making it feel like the walls were closing in. “I… I just don’t like him... or gymnastics okay?!”

“Pffft, well that’s a lie,” she laughed. “We covered Rio together, we went crazy over Simone Biles’ wins!”

“Everyone knows women’s gymnastics are different,” you chuckled. “The truth is,” the truth in part at least you thought, “I’m giving up a huge article with Neymar for this. I even asked Sue if you could have this but no, she wants me ‘cause of the ‘hometown connection’”, you quoted with your fingers.

She gasped, turning a few more heads as she shouted, “You’re from his hometown?!”

“Well, yeah, but I don’t know him,” you firmly lied again.

As Heather rambled on about her crush on Lance Tucker your thoughts drifted you away like a cloud, one that was dark and heavy, ready to burst and rain down on the world below. Your history with Lance was in the past and if it wasn’t for this stupid assignment that’s where it would have stayed.

Heather left you to continue working and you stared at Alyssa’s email with Lance’s contact information for a solid five minutes before composing your own email.

It was past five and you had rewritten what you wanted to say at least fifty times, reviewing it now for the tenth time. You cringed while reading it; the email laced with lies and buffed up language to play to his ego.

Dear Mr. Tucker,

My name is Y/N Y/L/N and I’m a journalist at ESPN. I would be very interested in featuring you and your incredible athletic accomplishments for my feature “In Depth”. I would love to discuss your Olympic wins, the opening of your upcoming training center and of course get a firsthand account of the unjust actions taken against you by the US Olympics Committee. I would be honored to hear from you so we can arrange to meet in person.

Best,

Y/N

The mouse hovered over the send button and with a quick click it was gone. You felt queasy, knowing he was going to get that email. Maybe he wouldn’t recognize your name, you couldn’t be the only Y/N Y/L/N in the world. Yet a link to your biography on ESPN’s website was part of your email signature. If he didn’t recognize your name he would definitely recognize your photo. Even a pompous, cocky asshole like Lance Tucker could never forget his first love.

PART 2

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Fate’s Fool: Part Two

Part One

Summary: Reader is an Omega who spends most of her time alone in an effort to avoid Alphas. She only leaves her apartment one night a week to play pub trivia at her local bar. What happens when her friends talk two transient Alphas into joining their trivia team?

Pairing: Alpha Dean x Omega Reader

Warnings: A/B/O dynamics, smut (vaginal, oral, unprotected, bonding sex) NSFW.

As you were drinking a beer in your corner, trying to get over the post-heat depression caused by the sudden crash that sometimes followed the hormone high, you watched as Wendy and Alice scoured the bar for strays. Alice and Wendy had suggested that you might be depressed because you let your truemate get away but you were positive that it was just a hormonal imbalance which would correct itself. The door to the bar opened and the smell of your fruity pilsner was suddenly overtaken by pine trees and steak. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath.

"So, what's the name this week?" Dean's voice made you open your eyes. You were shocked to see the brothers taking seats at the table.

"'Stormtrooper Serenade'. Wha-what are y'all- I thought you were leaving last week."

"We were but we thought we might stick around." Dean said, smiling.

"Dean insisted we stick around." Sam corrected.

"Thanks, Sammy." Dean said, sarcastically, nodding at his brother. "I just didn't want to leave things how they were last Thursday. Perks of working for ourselves, we don't have to go back to Kansas. I thought, maybe, you'd text me since Wendy gave you my number but... guess you wanted to be completely past your heat first."

"He's trying to act like he hasn't been thinking about you all week." Sam chuckled.

"Sam." Dean looked pointedly at his brother. "I don't need your help."

"Well, of course he's been thinking about me. With how I acted..." You closed your eyes and shook your head. "I was... terrible and... you were... I didn't know that Alphas could-"

"You were not terrible. Hey, open your eyes." He smiled as your eyelids slid open. "You were just doing what you're programmed to do, sweetheart."

"And you did the opposite of what you're programmed to do."

"Yeah, well..." He chuckled. "I'd never take advantage of a woman not bein' in her right mind. Y/n, you obviously like your independence. What kind of guy would I be if I tried to take that from you?"

"An Alpha?" You responded, quickly.

"True, but we were raised better than that." Dean bit his bottom lip and you couldn't help but be mesmerized by the sight of his teeth pulling across it. He caught your gaze and smirked as you looked away. "Anyway, we apparently won twenty-five bucks last week because that round on the Marquis de Sade put us way ahead, so we figured we'd buy a couple beers with your S&M knowledge."

"Sounds good."

"You need one?" Dean asked, standing.

You looked down at your glass, which you'd forgotten was in your hand. It was a little less than half full. "Yeah. Um, the blueberry pilsner."

"All right. Be right back." Dean winked at you as he walked away.

You put your glass on the table and discretely pinched the back of your hand. You weren't sure if you were trying to get your head out of the clouds or just make sure you weren't dreaming, but the pain on the back of your hand just made you sit up straighter.

"He couldn't leave." You looked across the table at Sam's words. "We tried. We got as far as Dallas, but when he went to get on I-35, he couldn't do it. We were 8 hours from home, but he turned back around. He's spent a week waiting for you to text."

You shook your head, disbelieving. "I... what?"

"Hey, Winchester! Thought you boys were leaving." Alice said, almost bouncing up to the table with Wendy following.

"Winchester?" You asked.

"Oh, yeah, we never got into last names, did we?" Dean set your blueberry beer in front of you and sat in the chair directly beside you. "Dean Winchester." He offered his hand and you just looked at it for a moment before taking it.

"Y/n Y/l/n."

He smiled and brought the back of your hand up to his lips as the Quizmaster started to read out the rules. You knew the rules by heart and you were too focused on Dean's full lips on your skin to hear Todd's words. Dean released your hand and leaned next to your ear. "I do believe I owe you a lick, y/n y/l/n." He whispered. You swallowed, your throat suddenly dry. He pulled away with a smirk. "Later." He promised with a wink.

The first round was a sports round, which normally would have prompted you to pull out your phone and check Facebook, but you were too focused on Dean's left hand resting on your knee. You weren't even sure he'd placed it there intentionally until it started to slowly travel up your thigh.

"So fuckin' cute when you blush." Dean mumbled as you slapped the table.

"Cristiano Ronaldo." You whispered to Wendy, before turning to Dean with a huge smile. "I sported. I don't usually sport."

"That's adorable... but the answer's David Beckham."

"What? No, it isn't. Beckham played for Manchester." Even knowing you were right, Dean's assertion made you doubt your answer. "He never played for an Italian team... right?"

"Cristiano Ronaldo plays for Portugal and for an Italian team. She's right." Alice whispered. "Beckham played for several teams, none Italian."

"Yeah, I don't know anything about soccer. I was just trying to throw off the table eavesdropping behind us." Dean leaned next to your ear and your cheeks heated up again.

"Well, don't do that. You made me think I was wrong."

"Sorry, sweetheart. Won't happen again."

Round two was a fairly easy audio round: This Day In Overplay. Chart topping songs from this date in years passed. The newer songs were easy, a Taylor Swift song, a Mariah Carey song, a Jason Derulo song, and then a familiar bit of harmonizing 'ahs'. Wendy immediately wrote 'Sublime' on the page, but you shook your head.

"That's not Sublime." You whispered.

Dean looked offended. "Sublime?" You reached across the table and took control of the pencil and booklet. "Sublime couldn't hold a candle to-" Dean cut himself off as you wrote 'Led Zeppelin (rocks!)/ D'yer Maker' on the answer sheet and slide it back across the table. He smiled at you, appreciatively. "Like I didn't already think you were perfect." He pressed his lips to your cheek.

You blushed, deeply, as Alice, Wendy and Sam gave knowing smiles. "No offense, but you don't look like you'd like classic Rock." Sam said.

"I get that a lot. I like good music. Doesn't matter if it's modern Pop or 80s Country or early 90s East Bay Punk... I've got eclectic tastes." You answered as the next clip played. "That's Jim Croche... I'm gonna hit the bathroom."

When you exited the bathroom, Dean was waiting for you in the hallway. You immediately looked down, blushing. Something about him always had you turning pink. "Hey."

"Hey."

He stepped closer to you and you could see a bit of apprehension in his eyes as he raised a hand to brush your hair out of your eyes. "I hope you don't mind, but... I've been thinking about this for a goddamned week."

"About what?"

He answered with a kiss, his full lips moving against yours with no hesitation. It was overwhelming, how absolutely amazing he felt, how right, and before you knew what you were doing, you fisted your hands in his shirt and pulled him closer to you. You opened your mouth, licking at his lips. He took the invitation and your tongues moved against each other as he pushed you back into the door of the bathroom. You moaned as his hands buried into your hair. You wrapped an arm around his neck and let your other hand explore across his chest.

You whined when he pulled away. There was a devastating feeling of loss to have your Alpha deprive you of his physical affection. "God, you taste good." He breathed out.

You shook your head, determined to get the word 'more' to stop repeating in your mind. "Um... I..." You rubbed your hand across your mouth. "Wow."

Dean chuckled and nodded. "Yeah. That was definitely wow. Come on. Let's get back to the table before your friends think I'm puttin' pups in you." Your eyes widened and he laughed at the expression on your face. "Sorry. Bad joke." As you walked back to the table, Dean took your hand in his and entwined your fingers with his. It was sweet and forced a smile from you.

The Quizmaster read the standings and after two rounds, you were in second place. When he read the theme for round three, though, you were certain you were about to drop in the standings. "Biblical Monster or World of Warcraft Boss, which is a round about exactly what was just said. I'll read the name of a creature, you just gotta tell me if it's from the Bible or out of the minds of those weirdos at Blizzard."

You looked across the table. Alice was a gamer, but she played FPS games, not MMOs. Wendy was not a gamer, at all. "I haven't played WoW since before they ripped off Kung-Fu Panda for an expansion." You felt a bit worried until you saw the look on Sam's face. "Do you play?"

"No, but Sammy's damn-near a Biblical scholar." Dean chuckled, which prompted Sam to laugh. "Dude, we should've called Cas."

"I was just about to say that." Sam agreed.

"Cas?" You asked, trying not to feel jealous.

"Our friend, Cas. He actually is a Biblical scholar." Sam said, taking a drink of beer as Wendy handed him the answer booklet. "He's got, like, an Eidetic Memory and he grew up in a... fiercely religious environment so he knows, you know, a lot of stuff that other people wouldn't know."

"And some of it's rubbed off. Go ahead and ask me about the Whore of Babylon. I got this." Dean joked.

You laughed as the Quizmaster started to read off questions. Sam and Dean carried you through that round, but you carried them through the round on Broadway musical songs vs. Disney musical songs, and you all contributed to the round on celebs reading clips from their own books.

"Hey, you made it to round 8 this week." Quizmaster Todd teased as he came around to take team pictures for the blog.

"Oh, come on. Two years, I've never had to dip out early and now you're giving me shit over the one time I have a legit medical emergency?"

"I'm giving you shit because you still managed to win, even after you skipped the last two rounds last week."

You chuckled as he took the picture. "We win. It's what we do."

And win you did, using the jester to double your points on the last round, getting you 24 points and setting you above the other teams. You took another team photo, this time holding a $25 gift card. You went back to the table to add the gift card to the collection in your wallet and when you looked up, Sam and Dean were nowhere to be seen.

You sat at the table for fifteen minutes, watching as people filed out of the bar. You were confused. Dean had kissed you, held your hand, groped your thigh, smiled, laughed, made jokes about kids... and just disappeared? You decided to take your confusion home as Mark started to stare at you.

"You smell like fresh-baked pie." You were relieved to see Dean was leaning against the hood of your car. "And my old leather jacket and this bourbon my Uncle Bobby used to drink and just a... little hint of bacon." He pulled away from the car and looked down at you. "Tell me that I smell like your favorite things."

You took a deep breath. "Yeah." You chuckled. "Whoever thought I'd meet a man who smells like steak and pine trees and vanilla?" You put your hands in your pockets and took a few tentative steps toward him. "My doctor, Dr. Whitaker, she says that truemates are scientifically-"

"I knew the moment I touched you, y/n. I knew you were mine, but... my life isn't easy. If I... if we... y/n, I lose people. People die around me." Your eyes widened. "I can't stay here and if you come with us... I might have to add you to the list. I'm not trying to scare you, but you need to know the truth."

He took a deep breath and looked away from you. "You should stay. I should leave and you should stay and we shouldn't ever-"

"Is that really an option? You tried to go home, Dean, and you couldn't. And I have been depressed since the moment I woke up and realized you were probably already gone." You scoffed derisively. "And I was gonna eat that depression, too, keep it because I don't like change and I have told myself for years that I wasn't supposed to have an Alpha, that I didn't want one. I was already convincing myself that it was just a hormonal imbalance that would reverse itself, but it was you."

You pulled your hands out of your pockets and moved closer, boldly this time. "I don't know what it is about your life that is so dangerous, Dean, but I know... we're going to have to navigate it together." You wrapped your arms around his neck and smiled up at him. "Because, for once in my life, I'm going to be what I really am... stop fighting my genetics, stop fighting Fate... and I'm not letting you leave without me."

"You'd just leave?" Dean's hands came to rest on your hips. "Run away with some Alpha you barely know? "

"My Alpha, who I would like to get to know better." You let your thumbs sweep across the hair at the base of his neck. "A good man who respects me in a way I've never experienced. A man who went against his every instinct because he didn't want me to hate myself in the morning. I didn't know there were men like you. I'm happy to run away with you."

"I don't deserve you. I'm not as good a guy as you think. I've done... I've-"

"That doesn't matter. Nothing in the past impacts this." You pulled his head down and brushed your lips against his. "If you want me, Alpha, I'm yours."

He growled at the title, pulling your body against his and capturing your lips in a searing kiss. He pulled back and bit his bottom lip, staring at you with lust-blown green eyes. "Okay. You're mine, but before you decide you wanna run off with me... take a walk with me. Last woman I told my story to, she thought I was crazy. It's hard to take unless you're in it."

You couldn't imagine not running away with him, but you were curious about his life so you took his hand and began to walk away from the bar with him. The story started fairly simply; his mother died in a fire when he was four, but it quickly turned into a horror novel. He told you he hunted ghosts and demons, monsters and sometimes angels. He reminded you of the chaos of 2009 and 2010, the fires and tsunamis and some of the worst earthquakes in recorded history... apparently, that was Lucifer, and his friend Cas, was a fallen angel, too. "Wow."

"You ready to run screaming, yet, 'cause that's not even half of it, babe."

You stepped in front of him, putting your hand on his chest, and looked up into his face. "Run? From the man who saved the world?"

"Also broke the world a few times."

"No... No, I don't think you did. Everything you've ever done... was for the good." Dean shook his head, rubbing at his right arm. "No. Some stuff I've done just because it felt good."

"Dean... as someone who has never done anything, really, I can't comment on anything you've done." You smiled at him. "I would like to hear about what you've done. I'd like to know everything about you."

"Really?"

"Really. But first... I'd really like you to walk me back to my car and drive me home and let me do something just because it feels good." Dean practically dragged you back to your car, his long bowed legs carrying him a lot faster down the road than yours. He demanded your keys and pressed a quick heated kiss to your lips before hopping into the driver's seat and speeding toward your apartment. "Where do you live, Dean Winchester, Monster Hunter?" You asked as he pulled onto your street.

"Lebanon, Kansas."

"Never heard of it."

"Center of the contiguous U.S., apparently, but I'm not surprised you haven't heard of it. It's fuckin' tiny."

"Smaller than the apartment I've pretty much existed in the last 4 years? I think not."

"Oh, I'm sure you'll be happy to come home with me."

"Me, too." You responded as he pulled into your parking spot and you both started for the elevator. "So, will I... will I learn how to deal with all the stuff that you have to deal with?"

"I will teach you everything you need to know, 'mega. Don't you worry." As the elevator doors closed behind you, he swept over to you, grabbing the backs of your things and picking you up. Your arms went around his neck and your legs wrapped around his waist as he pressed your back against the wall of the lift and kissed your neck. "Keep my 'mega safe." He mumbled against your skin.

You never liked being called that. For four years that word was a curse in your mind, but from Dean's lips it was a fond endearment. You dropped your legs from his hips as the elevator dinged and the doors opened. You rushed for your apartment door, fumbling with the keys as Dean pressed himself against your back, the bulge in his jeans pressing against the area just above your ass. You imagined that your neighbors would look down on you if they opened their doors and saw you with some strange Alpha grinding against you while you tried to get into your apartment. Your neighbors could kiss your ass.

Dean's hands slid around your body to clutch at your breasts as you got the key in the deadbolt. "You're takin' too long."

"Oh, fuck." You moaned, twisting the key and turning the knob. Dean pushed you into your living room and moved to shut the door. You turned to him. "Keys."

He rolled his eyes and grabbed the keys from the deadbolt, throwing them on the coffee table and kicking the door closed before stalking toward you. "Strip." He ordered, and there wasn't a single thought of defiance in your head as you grabbed the hem of your shirt and pulled it off over your head. He pulled his jacket and his overshirt down his arms as you kicked your shoes off and reached behind your back to unhook your bra. "Your tits are amazing." He licked his lips and leaned down, taking a nipple in his mouth.

"Dean." You moaned as his tongue flicked across your nipple. Your body was heating up, your pussy producing slick to prepare for him, and you had to get naked, had to get him naked. You pulled at his belt buckle, opening it and immediately going at the button of his jeans while he turned his attention to your other breast. You tugged on his waistband and his pants fell to his ankles, the belt buckle clunking to the floor. You ran your hand across his tight boxer-briefs, making him growl against your breast as you wrapped your hand around his cock as best as you could through the material. "Dean, you're so... I've never..."

Dean sobered, slightly, and pulled back to look in your eyes. "You're not a virgin, are you?"

You blushed and shook your head. "No, but my ex, he was a Beta. He was... not gifted in this department. If I hadn't known better, I would have thought he was an Omega." You gave a slight squeeze to his erection and was granted a groan.

"You think it won't fit?" He smirked as he asked the question. "Oh, sweetheart. I will make it fit. I can smell how wet you are through your jeans. We'll make it fit." He assured you. He had your jeans and panties in a pile on the floor next to his before you could recognize his movements. You were caught off-guard by him twisting you around and dropping to his knees behind you as you grabbed the back of your couch for support.

You gasped as his tongue delved into you, lapping at your entrance with abandon. "F-fu-fu-fuck." His hands grasped your ass cheeks and pulled them apart, giving him better access to your cunt. "Oh, god." You whined as he pushed two thick fingers into you and wasting no time before beginning a punishing pace of fucking his fingers in and out of you while his teeth and tongue lashed at your clit. "Dean!"

You were breathless by the time he pulled away, licking at the fingers on his right hand as he pulled his boxers down to release his cock from confinement, wrapping the fingers of his left hand around it and running them from the base by his knot to the slightly reddened tip. "Fuck, y/n. I wanna take you just like this, from behind, pop my knot inside this sweet Omega pussy but..." He grabbed your shoulder and pulled you to stand in front of him. Your eyes dropped to his groin, where he was slowly jacking his cock almost like it was a subconscious move. You never thought you'd want an Alpha cock as much as you wanted that one. "First time I have you, sweetheart... I wanna see your gorgeous face when you cum all over my knot."

Your pussy clenched around nothing at his declaration and you allowed him to push you down onto your couch as he stepped out of his boxers and knelt down between your legs. He leaned down and captured your lips again. "Should probably go to the bedroom." You suggested as he pulled away to let you breathe.

"Probably. But I don't really wanna wait that long. Do you, y/n?" He asked, biting his bottom lip as he rubbed his cockhead along your slit. "I need you to use your words, Omega. If you don't tell me to wait and take you to your room, I'm gonna fuck you stupid right here."

You moaned and reached for his shoulders, pulling his body close to yours. "Fuck me, Alpha."

He slammed his hips forward, almost completely sheathing himself on the first thrust and making you cry out. "You gonna let everyone in this building know who your Alpha is?" He pulled his hips back and thrust forward again, settling comfortably against your body and letting his lips and teeth run across every piece of skin he had easy access to.

He began a slow, almost torturous, pace and you raised your hips to meet every thrust. It was good, he was good, and his cock rubbed places in you that you had never been able to reach on your own.

It didn't take long for him to lose his patience and his torturous slow pace was replaced with a punishingly hard and fast one, each thrust pulling a moan or a wail or a breathy cry of his name or title from you. By the time his knot began to swell, catching slightly with each thrust, your moans had devolved into two phrases: 'Oh, god, yes' and 'Alpha, fuck'. Dean was alternating between growls of 'Mine' and 'Omega'.

"You almost there, 'mega?" He whispered.

"I have been... just can't finish without..." You whined.

"Most chicks can't. I got you." He whispered, nipping at your earlobe as he reached his hand between your bodies and rubbed soft circles over your clit. Every muscle in your body seemed to go rigid at the same time and little white spots invaded your vision as your pussy squeezed his cock, which was suddenly locked inside you, his knot stretching you in a wholly unique way. He grunted and collapsed on top of you as his cock twitched with each spurt of Alpha cum.

"Fuck, y/n. I've never cum so hard, baby. Perfect fuckin' Omega." He groaned as his words of praise made your pussy clench around him.

"Definitely should've gone to bed, though, Alpha. You're heavy." You complained. He chuckled, holding you to his chest as he carefully sat back and lied on his back with you panting against his chest. "Better?"

"Much." You sat up and looked down at him. His sparkling green eyes, his full chapped lips that somehow still managed to be soft, his... interesting pentagram tattoo that you just noticed. You traced the ink with your fingertips. "Does it mean something?"

"It keeps demons out of me. We'll have to get you one, too. On your back, though." He placed his right hand on your chest, mirroring where his was. "No tattoo artist gets to see my Omega's tits. God, you're killin' me with that." He whispered as you clenched again.

"Well, stop calling me your Omega, then. I can't control what it does to my body." You pulled his hand off of your chest and kiss his palm. Your eyes fell on a section of red, raised scarring. It looked like a brand. As soon as Dean noticed your interest, he pulled his hand back, his expression going dark.

"Don't ask. I'm not ready to explain that one yet."

"Okay." You placed your head on his chest, nuzzling into him, eager to make your Alpha feel better. "So, do you have a house in Lebanon? Is there gonna be room for me?"

"Sweetheart, we've got plenty of room for you, even if you weren't gonna be sleeping in my bed, which you are. See, we've got a bunker. It's full of weapons and lore books and magic shit. Free power and somehow the WiFi reaches every corner of the place. You'll love it. Not that you need to be, anymore, 'cause you've got me, but it's got everything a hermit could want."

You laughed. "I've spent four years hiding in this apartment, Dean. you're not gonna get me to stay in your bunker. Especially if you and your brother are gonna be traipsing across the country, constantly in danger." You sat up slightly and looked down at him. "I said you're not leaving without me. That's not just this town. It's every town."

His lips curled into a smirk. "We don't traipse." He chuckled. "Can you reach my pants? I need to text Sam to go home, that you and I will follow tomorrow."

You leaned off the couch, grabbing his shoulder for balance as you retrieved his phone from his jeans. "Who's Baby?" You asked, reading as he typed out a message to Sam that ended with 'Take care of Baby'.

"Oh, my car. She's, uh, this gorgeous '67 Impala. I've had her since I was... early twenties. She was home before we found the bunker. Don't worry. You're the only woman for me." He smirked again. "But she was my first love."

"I'll try to curb my jealousy." You smiled, then looked away from him and around your living room. "All right, so... how do I go about-"

"You just leave." Dean anticipated your question. "You pack a bag and you just leave. You tell your parents you've finally got an Alpha, which they will be ecstatic about. You tell your landlord to sell what you leave behind if he wants to get next month's rent from you, and you tell your friends that they'll have to find someone else to answer questions about kinky sex and 90s punk music on Thursdays and you run away with me."

"This is not what I was expecting in my life, Dean. This is... I mean, a handsome Alpha comes in and brings me into a strange and dangerous new world? It's like a romance novel."

"This is not a romance novel. It's a shitty fantasy-horror series that only a handful of freaks read." He reached up and tucked your hair behind your ears. "What kind of romance story would have two people having a conversation about their future together while the man's got his cock buried in his woman's cunt?"

You laughed. "What else are we supposed to do until your knot goes down?"

"I know this is your first ride of this kind, sweetheart, but most people sleep it off."

"Well, next time, you should take me to bed so I could be comfortable enough to sleep it off."

"Next time you get my knot I will make certain we are in a bed. I can promise I won't be able to keep my hands off you long enough to make the drive from here to Kansas, though."

"Well, if I remember my Sex Ed lesson, I'm not in heat and you aren't in rut and we've fairly-well established our bond here, so you don't have to knot me next time. We can disengage quickly afterward next time."

"Wow. For an Omega who's avoided all things Alpha for her whole life, you remember the anatomy lesson well."

You shrugged. "It was a very interesting lesson... and it was before I met my ex so I thought I might need to know about Alpha physiology." You laughed. "I guess I was right."

He looked at you, appreciatively, and nodded. "Yes, you were."

"So, what other important life-altering things should we discuss while we're lying here with your cock in me?" You asked, smirking.

"How about... food?"

"What?"

"Yeah, I'm starving. Let's talk about food."

As you lay in his arms for another fifteen minutes, you talked about your favorite meals and restaurants and when he finally softened and you were able to pull away, you took a shower together. You slept in his arms on your bed and the next morning you packed everything worth taking into your car. You didn't call anyone until you were on the interstate heading for Kansas. You didn't want anyone to try to talk you out of it, because then you'd have to burn bridges you weren't ready to burn.

Dean was ravenous. He stopped three times to pull you out of the car and bend you over the hood, making you scream into the darkness of the trees that lined the interstate. When the sun came up and you lost the cover of night, he started to pull into gas stations to fuck you in nasty bathrooms that hadn't seen a mop in years. You were sore by the time Dean pulled your car into the bunker's garage. He didn't give you time to unpack the car before pulling you through the halls of the bunker to his bedroom... your bedroom. As your Alpha made you cum for what felt like the hundredth time in 24 hours, you couldn't help but think about the fact that you weren't expecting this. Not even two days ago you were certain you'd continue to only leave your apartment once a week and never have an Alpha. It was strange to you that Fate wouldn't ever just let you live your life how you wanted.

If Fate had a face, you would kiss it.

The sequel Fool Me Twice

#spn #fanfic #a/b/o dynamics #reader-insert #dean/reader #omega reader #alpha dean #true mates #part two #cassie writes stuff

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