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[lexasport-usa]

Top 3 Football Stadiums in the USA

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[besteamsport]

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[chromet]

Custom Japan Football Kit

[ffigarsports]

Sports T Shirt Printing in Uk - Ffigar Sports

Why is shirt printing so expensive?

Shirt printing can be expensive due to several factors. Here are some reasons why shirt printing can be costly:

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It's important to note that the cost of shirt printing can vary depending on the specific printing service, location, and other factors. It's recommended to compare prices and quality from different providers to find the best option for your needs.

[lexa-sport]

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[mapis-putellas]

[ᴄᴏꜰꜰᴇᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʟᴇᴀᴛꜱ ]

Summary: You never intended to meet the love of your life on a random Friday at work, and you definitely never thought she’d be world famous footballer Alexia Putellas.

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝟏

It was on a regular Friday morning when you see her for the first time, and she was undoubtedly the most beautiful woman you'd ever laid eyes on. She was dressed in what you could only guess was a football training kit, sat confidently at one of the tables in the far corner with her toned, tanned legs you couldn't take your eyes off on full display.

Her hair was blonde; like sunlight spun into silk, pulled back into a high ponytail with a headband to keep the flyaways out of her face. You couldn't see her face fully from your place behind the counter, but her side profile was perfectly symmetrical, jawline sharp and seemingly chiselled from the gods above themselves.

Her hands were playing with an empty sugar packet as she nods along to whatever her friend was saying, and you can't help but watch the way her long, slender fingers move alongside the thin paper, folding it as small as she could before undoing it and starting again.

It was an action so hypnotic you can't help but stare. What else could she do with those fingers?

You don't expect her head to suddenly turn and stare directly at you, catching you right in the act. You stand there like a deer caught in headlights, your hands frozen, clutching an empty plastic cup so tightly it splits down the front.

The first thing you notice were her eyes. They were brown, like the colour of mahogany wood, both comforting and steady. Then her lips. Soft. Both inviting and tempting, though pressed into a thin clearly giving away her dislike towards the situation.

She doesn't do anything; like get up and scold you for staring and her general facial expression gives absolutely nothing away. The longer she stares, however, the more her features soften, and you're unsure on whether that's because she feels sorry for you, or she finds you endearing.

You decide it would be best not to ask to save your already fragile ego.

Suddenly, another pair of eyes meet your own, her friends, and her face gives everything away. She looks between the both of you before her eyebrows raise, and her lips quirk up into a knowing smile as she slaps the beautiful girls arm effectively ripping her attention away from you.

They start talking between themselves in a language you didn't quite understand, the friend looking smug whilst the beautiful girl looked like she'd rather be anywhere else, and you force yourself to look away from them and busy yourself with starting to clean up.

The last thing you want was to get caught staring again. You were already humiliated enough and adding to that honestly brings you one step closer to throwing yourself out of the nearest window.

Loosening the death grip you had on the cloth still in to hands, you continue with the task of wiping down the counters. There were granules of sugar, dried brown marks from spilled coffee, fingerprints from the day's customers. All of it was gone in one wipe over. The coffee machine was cleaned a little while ago, sparkling slightly as the sun shining in through the windows opposite hits it in the perfect way. All that was left to do now was close up, and you couldn't do that with people still in the building.

Not knowing what else to do, you once again start wiping counters despite the fact they were already very much clean in a futile effort at killing a little time.

Someone clearing their throat abruptly startles you out of your thoughts, and you look up to see the friend of the woman you were horrendously crushing on. She was leaning against the counter, tanned tattooed arms crossed over one another as she stares at you with a small smirk on her face.

You swallow heavily as you tuck a loose strand of hair that had fallen from your braid behind your ear.

"Hola." She greets, and though you're terrible at Spanish, you do understand what she had said and return the greeting, your voice just as reluctant as it was cautious.

"Uhh...can I help...you?" You risk a glance behind her, stomach sinking when the beautiful girl was no where to be seen.

"I am Mapi." She starts, straightening up and linking her hands together.

Now deeply confused on why she feels the need to tell you her name, you nod your head and make the polite decision to tell her your name too . "Y/n."

"Y/n," she hums. "Sí, vale. I am sorry, my English is not..." she trials off with a guilty smile, and you shake your head.

"It's okay." You assure, lips momentarily quirking up into a shy smile.

"Anyway, my amiga, the uhhh...chica you were looking at," you immediately flush. "She say you are...how you say... hermosa?" She trails off unsurely, and you stare at her like she has three heads.

She sighs like she knew that was the response she was going to get. "Vale, you do not understand," she mumbles to herself. "Ehh, you are...bonita?" She tries again.

Bonita? You swear you've heard that somewhere before. On a tv show maybe? Didn't it mean...

"Pretty?" You try.

She snaps her fingers with an elated grin, one so genuine you can't help but mimic it. "Sí, yes. She say...said you are pretty. I try to...convince?" She looks up at you unsurely, and you nod your head in confirmation. "Gracias. I try to convince her to talk to you but she is very stubborn."

"That's okay," you laugh awkwardly. "I'm way out of her league anyway. But thanks for coming over."

"Qué?" Mapi tilts her head to the side. "Out of her league? Qué significa eso?"

More or less understanding the question, you flush as you fumble anxiously with the cloth still in your hands. "Uhhh, like she's too good for me."

"Huh? No. No no. I do not think so, chica. Alexia is right. Eres bonita"

Your stomach twists at finally learning her name, your lips quirking up into a soft smile. "Alexia?"

Mapi's eyes light up. "Sí. Alexia."

Speaking of the devil, at the mention of her name, Alexia walks out of the bathroom with her head buried in her phone. She doesn't look your way at all as she sits back down, and you can't help but feel a little disappointed as you look back down at your hands. How could she think you're pretty if she can't even look at you?

Mapi watches her friend sit with an eye roll before turning back round to face you. To get your attention, she reaches over to lightly tap your hand, waiting for you to look at her before speaking.

"I see your phone, por favor?"

"Um, why?"

"You will see." Is all she says, and figuring you have nothing else to lose, you pull your phone out of the back pocket of your jeans before unlocking it and handing it over. Mapi hums her thanks as she taps on the screen for a few moments before looking over at Alexia.

Frowning in confusion, you follow her gaze, only to regret doing so when you make direct eye contact with Alexia. You blink stupidly, not sure what to say or do as she stares directly into your soul.

Fortunately, Mapi makes a decision for you. She gestures Alexia over, the blonde hesitating for only a split second before rising to her feet and making her way towards you. The expression on her face was undesirable as she stops the other side of the counter next to Mapi, her hands tucked into the pockets of her red jacket.

With one last glance between the two of you, Mapi makes her way back to her table with a satisfied smile on her face. You watch her go with a slight bit of regret, knowing for a fact whatever conversation you were about to have work Alexia was going to be awkward.

Deciding to bite the bullet and get it over with, you raise your hand to give her a small wave. "Hey." You say with a small smile.

You can't tell if the butterflies in your stomach are nervousness because you're talking to a beautiful woman, or panic because 'oh my god, please let her think I'm normal.'

"Hola." The sound of her voice was nothing like you expected, and your forced to swallow back the word vomit lingering on the tip of your tongue. Do not freak her out with unnecessary compliments.

"So, uh, what did Mapi text you?" You wonder, hoping this would be a good step forward in making conversation.

Alexia hums softly as she pulls her phone out of her pocket, unlocking it before setting it down on the counter and turning it to face you. On the screen was the text Mapi had sent her, and you lean forward to get a closer look at what it says.

I'm y/n. I think you are pretty too.

Though you flush red a little in embarrassment, you don't deny it.

"I mean...she wasn't wrong," you shrug somewhat bashfully as you fumble with the cloth. "I do think you're pretty. Beautiful even."

Alexia raises an eyebrow, though it didn't take an genius to see the way her cheeks flush a light shade of red. Her lips part, and you feel your breath hitch as you watch the wet her tongue wets her lips before her eyes finally make contact with your own.

You blink stupidly, and Alexia smirks as she leans her arms against the counter much like Mapi had done moments prior but with way different intentions. Her eyes flicker over your face, head tilting to the side as she takes in every little detail. You try to remember wether or not you'd put on makeup this morning, but she was looking at you so intently you could barely even remember your own name.

There was so much being said without any words at all, and it was starting to become a little overwhelming. Why wasn't she speaking? Did she not like what she was seeing now she was close enough to actually see it?'

"I am not..." your eyes whip up to her own at a speed that shocks you both. You thank god she chooses to say nothing about it. "I am not good at this...in English."

"This?" You question a little unsurely, not quite understanding what she was referring to. Alexia nods, hesitating only briefly before gesturing to you and then herself. You take a wild guess at what she was trying to communicate.

"Umm, flirting?"

Alexia smiles as she nods her head. "Sí. Yes. Flirting. I am much more good at it in Spanish."

"Then it looks like I'll definitely have to start learning some Spanish." Was out of your mouth before you could stop it, and Alexia blinks before her cheeks once again flush.

God. She looked so good.

"It is...a difficult language to learn." Her voice breaks you away from your thoughts. You look up to see her staring at you with a somewhat hesitant smile on her face, almost questioning whether or not you were being serious. You're quick to assure her you were.

"It'll be worth it." For you. You want to add, but you refrain from saying so in order to avoid coming off too clingy.

"Then I will learn English too." She says with a firm nod as she straightens up, and you shake your head playfully with a gentle smile on your lips.

"Qué?" Knowing that means 'what' due to how Mapi had used it in a sentence earlier, you're quick to respond to her.

"Your English is perfect already." You admit truthfully, and you preen internally when Alexia flushes yet again.

Man. Who knew you were so good at this?

Alexia smiles as she fumbles with her phone, spinning it round on the counter to try and keep her hands busy. "Gracias," she murmurs bashfully. "I would like to...to take you out, if that is okay?"

Your eyes widen a little in surprise at the fact she'd been the one to ask you out when you'd fully intended for it to be the other way around. Taking your silence as a bad thing, Alexia opens her mouth to take it all back, but you're quick to reach out and give the back of her hand a small touch.

"I'd love to, Alexia." You assure, and the blonde smiles in relief as she glances back at Mapi. Her friend gives her two thumbs up and a wide grin, and you can't help but laugh softly when Alexia sends her a playful glare before once again turning to face you.

"Bueno. I will....text you?"

You nod. "I'll be looking forward to it." You smile, and Alexia returns it, lingering for a moment longer in front of you before reluctantly turning and making her way back over to Mapi. She ignores the tattooed girls soft nudges and not so subtle pestering as she packs up her things, sending you another smile as she passes and makes her way to the door. She pulls it open, patiently waiting for Mapi who was still grabbing her things.

Eventually, it's all in her arms, and you smile as she makes her way over to you. "Nos vemos, chica." She winks, and you can't help but smile as you watch her exit the shop with Alexia following shortly after. The bell dings as the door closes, and you smile softly as you make your way over to lock up and flip the sign to closed.

Yes, you'd kept the shop open an extra half an hour to shamelessly flirt with Alexia. Don't judge. Anyone in your position would have done it do.

As you head out back to grab your things, you make a silent note to once again download duolingo when you got home. How hard could leading Spanish really be?

**

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[bellawoso]

We fell in love in October

Alexia Putellas x fem!reader

A/N: this was going to be an Ona fic, but when I discovered this picture of lex, I couldn’t help myself 🤍

i brought back diego for this fic, he is too cute not to, and y/n + diego are besties in every universe :)

You were not happy that you were coming into work today, after working a full day yesterday, crammed with people only seeming to be ordering pumpkin spiced lattes with the now colder autumn days.

You loved your job, working in a small cafe in Barcelona whilst you completed your studies, seeing your favourite regulars each day, and the perk of being able to make yourself a coffee whenever you would like.

It wasn’t unheard of for new customers to come in, however it was extremely rare. The cafe was tucked away in the depths of Barcelona, reserved for locals who new the area extremely well.

One of your favourite regulars was a tall, heavily tattooed, blonde woman, who often came in each morning in a Barcelona training kit, wanting a latte.

At first, you had joked that she was a big fan of Barcelona, thinking her matching kit was quite extreme for a fan, however you later learnt to your surprise that she was on the team, which she still teased you about to this day.

Your co-worker Diego, a massive football fan, still fawned over Mapi each day she came in, until one day you couldn’t stand his shyness and instead asked the question that always lingered on the tip of his tongue.

“Diego wants to know when you will bring some other footballers Mapi”, this statement received a smack to your arm from said co-worker, who had blushed crimson red.

“I’m a big fan, okay?” Diego justified himself.

Except Mapi only chuckled and explained she liked having her “own” coffee shop hidden away, and didn’t like sharing with her teammates.

You and Diego left it there, understanding people like their own secret pleasures, Mapi’s being the staple in her daily routine, of visiting you two and ordering a latte.

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You had forgotten about the conversation with Mapi, until two weeks later, she walked through the door at her usual time, you and Diego had already pre-prepared her drink, except for this time, a blonde woman, also in her training kit, followed her into the cafe.

The moment you and Diego both saw Alexia, you both stood there dumbfounded for a second, completely forgetting Mapi’s drink.

Diego was shocked because as a loyal football fan, he obviously knew who Alexia Putellas was, it was hard not to, internally he was fangirling.

You however, thought Mapi’s teammate was beautiful, her smile, her eyes, her muscles.

You broke out of your trance first, handed Mapi her drink, whilst asking “Would your friend like anything?”

The girl spoke up “a latte aswell please”

When you asked for a name for her order, she froze for a second, the majority of people in Barcelona knew who she was, with her infamous nickname “Reina”

Mapi chuckled and muttered

“Ella es inglesa, y no es fanática del fútbol” (She’s English and not a football fan)

You, having moved from England for your studies only a year ago, had no clue what they were saying rapidly in their heavily accented Spanish.

Diego however, heard and laughed with them “She’s called Alexia chica, do you not know the footballer”

“I’m sure if I knew, then I would not be asking, would I? Idiota!” You replied whilst scribbling down the name on the cup, as Diego feigned a look of hurt as he prepared Alexia’s drink.

“Si Diego, deja en paz a mi barista favorito!” Mapi said (Yes Diego, leave my favourite barista alone!)

“I don’t know what Maps said, but I agree with her” which earned a grin from Mapi, as you handed Alexia’s drink to her.

“Pasarlo bien” (enjoy)

“Gracias y/n” Alexia replied with a soft smile, as her eyes lingered on your name tag.

“Adios chicos! See you tomorrow” Mapi shouted as she left the shop.

“Adios Mapi, and Alexia!” You and Diego shouted.

As soon as the door shut, Diego squealed in excitement, “you like her! You have a crush on Alexia Putellas!”

“Shut up Diego! No I do not”

“Ay! Do not fret chica, I saw she was eyeing you up too!”

“Don’t be silly Diego! Now hurry you have to prepare Val’s drink, she comes in soon!”

Although Diego left his teasing there, it didn’t stop for the next few weeks when Alexia accompanied Mapi each morning, and both you and Alexia constantly flirted with each other, but neither making the first move.

Until one morning Alexia didn’t come in with Mapi, and the regular explained how Alexia had to go in earlier today, but how she was going to call in later after training at around 3 o’clock.

Until at 3pm, just as Mapi said, your favourite blonde stepped through the door.

“Bon día, my favourite customer!” you said, earning a smile from Alexia, she usually complimented your improving Spanish, which always no doubt brought a blush to your cheeks.

“Hola y/n! Can I have a-“

“A latte? It’s already finished Ale” you said, sliding her drink towards her, the use of her nickname falling from your lips made the midfielders cheeks flush pink.

“Thankyou cari, tastes as amazing as always” Alexia had recently been using the term of endearment for you, the first time you head it, you choked on your latte, making Diego and Mapi let out a boisterous laugh.

“Can I get you anything else lexia?” You asked.

“Your number.” The blunt statement caught you off guard, did you hear that right?

The girl you had been pining over for the last month wanted your number?

Alexia mistook the silence as rejectment, and turned to leave muttering a soft “lo siento”

“Ale! Wait!” Which made the Spaniard turn back round, a glint of hope sparking in her eyes.

You grabbed a napkin and scribbled down your number, adding a heart on the end and handing it to the blonde, who looked like an excited puppy.

“Call me?”

“Why else would I want your number cari?”

You blushed at the obvious statement, shrugged your shoulders, and the previous adrenaline high you received from Alexia asking for your number, pushed you to lean over the counter and kiss the blonde’s cheek, making her in turn blush.

“See you tomorrow?” The blonde hesitantly asked.

“Diego missed you.” You stated.

“If I gave you both tickets for the upcoming match, would you go?” The blonde asked uncertainly.

“To cheer you on? Obviously ale.”

The Spaniard grinned happily at your answer, said goodbye, and left.

The same night, you received two e-mail tickets for the upcoming Barcelona match.

When you told Diego, to say he was excited was an understatement.

You however, was only excited to see where your new future with Alexia would take you.

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A/N: Making a part 2 now! But I will do a poll of New Romantics part 3 or part 2 of this! 🤍

[davidheather]

Ultimate Workout Pack

Hey everyone, here is the highly requested Ultimate Workout Pack featuring 32 packages! This pack has 5 functional fitness items your sims can use as well as 27 decor items to fully furnish their home gyms. With all these items you will never need another fitness package for your sims to workout in style. We hope you will enjoy these pieces as much as we do 🤗

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[kamotecue]

dancing with your ghost ꕥ a. russo

pairing: alessia russo x reader

summary: based on dancing with your ghost by sasha sloan. it’s been years since you and alessia had broken up, you had met on the youth teams.

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ⋆✦⋆ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

the blue eyed striker couldn’t get her mind off of you, despite no longer being together, you were the only thing that occupied her mind, besides football. alessia had met you when you both represented the youth levels. you had captained both the under 17’s and under 19’s youth level.

she realized that she had a tiny yet huge crush on you, when you mentioned that you were going on a date. she didn’t like it, of course.

you always held her hand, she’d scramble to get your kit bag whenever you were both done with training. you would cuddle in the middle of break, resting your heads on the duffle bag that you brought. she’d trace patterns along your exposed arm, you’d hum at her words while listening to what she’s saying

yelling at the sky, screaming at the world

you didn’t know, that she’d yelled at the sky after the break up. you guys were teenagers, young and in love. yet it was also a reckless decision because you didn’t know if you could maintain the long distance relationship, leading to the break up.

she screamed at the world, why’d you have to go away. she played for the tar heels, and you played for yale. it was always a dream to play for the senior lionesses, however you didn’t get called up.

baby, why’d you go away?

she wasn’t the only one that wanted to know about your whereabouts—the whole football world did. you were quite a well known prodigy, even until now the lionesses that play on the senior team still gets asked about you.

alessia would avoid talking about you because it pained her, ella would notice and ask the press to not bother with the questions relating to you.

i’m still your girl

she didn’t want to be anyone else’s really, she just wanted to be yours, hence she’s still your girl. no matter how many times her teammates set her up on a blind date, it never worked because it wasn’t you.

holding on too tight, head up in the clouds

on your first anniversary, you had given her a small gift. it was a white bear that had your last name and jersey number, it was customized. not only that but there was a recorded message, you just needed to press down on the chest—and it would play a message only she knows.

looking up at the clouds was something both of you loved to do. after training during the youth levels, you’d lay on the pitch, staring at the sky. she’d look while you would stare at her, she is the most beautiful girl that you’d ever seen.

heaven only knows, where you are now

no one knew were you were, only your parents did. but they never disclosed anything to the outside world, only close friends and family knew.

how do i love, how do i love again?

you were her first and greatest love, she kept asking how does she love again, when her heart was still hung up on you.

how do i trust, how do i trust again?

you were the only person she trusted with her heart. the way you’d occasionally check up on her, how you showered her with love, treating her how she deserves to be treated.

i stay up all night, tell myself i’m alright

alessia would stay up all night, telling herself that she’s alright. that everything is fine, in reality it wasn’t. because she misses you, and it haunts her everytime.

baby, you’re just harder to see than most

there have been rumors about you, the french head coach had called your parents a few times, but it was said that you rejected it and nobody knows why.

i put the record on, wait ‘til i hear our song

before you had broken up, you gave her your most prized possession. it was a baby blue record player, family heirloom as your parents would say it.

can’t help falling in love would play every time you two were together. she’d step on your toes as she didn’t know how to dance. she was the clumsiest of the pair. occasionally, knocking down a vase or two.

every night i’m dancing with your ghost

she’d dance in her apartment, the song you two played would be heard in the background. she would dance with the bear in her arms, hoping and wishing that it was you. it was to fill out the ghost of you.

every night i’m dancing with your ghost

[to the anon who requested this, sorry for the delay and i hope you like it.]

[notsoattractivearenti]

Family Day Out (Christian Pulisic x Fem!Reader)

WC: 1.1K

Warnings: none

A/N: wrote one to feed dad!puli nation 🤭 didn’t proofread this and since i wrote it pretty quickly it may not be that good, so apologies in advance 🙂 hope you guys enjoy and i’d love to hear your thoughts thru ask/reply/reblog 🫶🏻 apologies for any grammatical errors! feedbacks are highly appreciated 🤍

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On a Saturday afternoon, Christian brought your little family to the Pulisic Stomping Grounds. Your children, 6 year-old Luca and 1 year-old Lucia, were wearing their USMNT home kit with ‘Daddy’ and number 10 on their jerseys – Christian customized those jerseys and chose Daddy instead of Pulisic because he thought it would be cuter, and he was right.

Luca and Christian – and sometimes you – play all the time at home. Your house has a small football pitch in the backyard – sometimes Luca would bring his friends to play there. Luca already said he wanted to follow his dad’s footstep to be a professional football player, and both you and Christian are very supportive of his dream – especially Christian, he cried out of happiness the day Luca told him.

Luca is taking every advantage he has of having a professional football player as a father. He loves to watch every game Christian has played in and practices his techniques whenever he can. Christian is very proud of his son and tries his best to help him reach his full potential – no matter how tired he may be, if his son asks him to train him, he will do it in a heartbeat.

When he built the Pulisic Stomping Grounds, not only did he want people – especially kids who love football – to put the stomping ground to good use, he also envisioned him bringing his kids there and happily playing football together. Now the day he has been waiting for has come, and he couldn’t be more excited.

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Luca was so excited to finally play football with his dad at the stomping grounds. Because your family doesn’t live in Miami, you didn’t get to visit it so often. Luca was the one who decided to wear the kit because he wanted to make it feel like actual training – he even begged his parents to wear the jerseys too, so you and Christian did.

“Come on, Daddy! What is taking so long???” Impatient Luca shouted from the front door.

“Okay, okay,” Christian grabbed the car keys and calmly walked towards the door, “let’s go, buddy.”

—

Finally arriving at the stomping ground, Luca immediately got out of the car and ran into the field. He had been holding his favorite ball all the way to the stomping ground, and once he got on the field, he started running and kicking the ball around.

“Mommy, Daddy, Lulu, let’s go!”

“Hey, don’t start without me!” Christian ran towards Luca and started playing with him.

Lucia saw her dad and brother and immediately went to join them. You were behind her and were ready to catch her – she just started walking so you were being cautious. Christian saw little Lucia was coming and as she reached his legs, he picked her up.

“Lulu, do you want to kick the ball?” Christian asked her, and she said “ball” in response.

He then held her close to the ground and walked her near the ball.

“Look, it’s the ball… Kick it around sweety!”

He then swung her little by little, made her feet touch the ball and was able to move it.

“Oh good girl! That’a a great kick!” He sounded proud.

You filmed it on your phone, and Luca was cheering at the back.

“Great job, Lulu!” Luca clapped his hands.

—

“Mommy… While Daddy’s with Lulu, do you want to play with me?” Luca asked you.

“I would love to! Come on!” You accepted his offer.

You love to play football – not professionally like your husband does, but you can definitely play – and you did some touch and passing exercise with your son.

Christian couldn’t help but pay good attention to what you were doing. He would throw some compliments and advice once in a while.

“Whoo, Mommy, nice touch honey!” – when the kids are around, he calls you “Mommy”.

“Look at that pass! That’s my son!”

“Try practicing more on your left foot!”

—

“Daddy!” Luca called his dad.

“What’s up, buddy?”

“I want to play with you now!”

Christian looked at you before agreeing – he wanted to play with Luca but only if you were okay with taking over Lucia during.

You nodded, letting him know it was good.

He grinned. “Of course! Let’s go, pal!”

He then handed Lucia to you, ran towards Luca and started playing right away. You and your little girl were watching the boys playing from the side, cheering them on.

—

That afternoon was a lot of fun. No one was around but four of you – your little family spent a really nice time there.

Luca and Christian were screaming and laughing a lot during, and they played for quite a while – they seemed to truly enjoy the game. Luca got to nutmeg his dad a few times and Christian would act like he was annoyed by it.

“Bud, stop doing that to me!” He jokingly protested.

Luca giggled – he was very proud of himself.

Not only that, Luca would tackle Christian and Christian would playfully fall to the ground.

“Ouch!” Christian groaned as he fell.

“Daddy!” Luca laughed. “Get up!”

When Luca finally scored a goal against Christian, he was beyond happy. Christian pretended to be disappointed at the goal, then praised him for it.

“Mommy, look, I made a goal!” Luca shouted at you to proudly tell you about the goal.

“What a shot! Good job, baby!” You cheered him on.

Christian came over to him to give a high five, but Luca ran into a corner flag and kicked it just like his dad did when he scored a goal against Mexico in Nations League semifinals. You and Christian were surprised then laughed it out.

“Hey, that’s my move! I taught you that!”

—

After spending some time there, it was finally time to go home. Your kids were exhausted but they had a great time.

On the way home, the kids fell asleep. Christian looked at the rearview mirror and smiled, admiring his babies.

“You had a lot of fun today, yeah?” You said.

“I mean, I got to spend time with my family at my stomping ground. Of course I had fun!” He excitedly agreed.

“So, what do you think of Luca?” You asked him.

“He is about to be a great player, even better than me.” He answered.

“That kid has a huge potential, honey. I’m very proud of him.”

“Right? Well he learned from the best.” You winked at him.

He chuckled. He then grabbed your hand and kissed it.

“I love you. And I love our family. Thank you for our wonderful and perfect kids, Y/N. They are amazing because of you.”

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[hopefulromances]

So I saw this tiktok of a woman handing American football players friendship bracelets as they come in for practice and I’d love to see one of f!reader doing the same for AFC Richmond and Jamie takes extra good care of his and calls it his good luck charm therefore indirectly calling reader his good luck charm :3 ty! Love your writing!

"Wow! Thanks (Y/N)!" Colin smiled as he took the bracelet from your hand. You grinned as you slid the welsh colored friendship bracelet onto his arm.

You'd made custom bracelets for all the boys. It was small and cute but it made you happy to think they'd all have a little part of you with them while they were out and about.

"What's this then?" Jamie asked as he walked up to you and Colin.

Colin turned and showed Jamie his bracelet. "(Y/N)'s made us all friendship bracelets!"

You dug through your bag to find Jamie's. Jamie was difficult to make a bracelet for. You were nervous he wouldn't wear it or think it was stupid. You'd made him an 'ICON' bracelet that had Richmond's colors. Mixing a bit of his signature style along with the team's colors.

"Woah!" He took the bracelet. "This is great!"

"Yeah?" You tried not to sound to exited.

"Yeah! It's me new good luck charm, I'll keep it on me always," he told you. You laughed, feeling a blush come over your cheeks. "I mean it, I'll never take it off."

He slipped it over his wrist and winked at you. "I think it suits me."

"It's great, Jamie," You agreed meekly.

The surprising thing was he kept his word. He always had his bracelet on. During games, during training, out at Sam's restaurant. The rest of the lads kept theirs on a key chain or lost it eventually, Jamie's stayed.

"Jamie, you still have that friendship bracelet on?" Isaac asked one day as they were changing into their kits.

Jamie held up his wrist with a smile. "Never take it off. It's me luck charm." You sat in the other room, trying desperately not to look up as Jamie talked about your gift. "I've never played better than when it's on."

"The bracelet, or the person who made the bracelet?" Bumbercatch snickered, nudging Jamie.

Now it was Jamie's turn to blush. His response sent the boys crazy but he just looked over in your direction. Maybe you were his good luck charm.

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i hold it like a grudge - ch. 4

in case you didn’t know, i LOVE childhood friends-to-lovers. especially with Jamie.

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If you breathe a little easier with the knowledge that Jamie’s gone, that is a secret between you and the universe. Keeley is more or less a fixture in your life, and she takes over your PR and socials. You talk about buying a house, but decide you like your flat. She drags you to Richmond games, but it only takes one for you to decide that you love it. Man City is still your team despite the fact that you still can’t wear their kits, but blue and red is decidedly easier to put on now that you only associate it with Keeley.

Time slips away quickly, and before you know it, the football season has both ended and started again. Keeley’s going to meet you at your flat to go to match week 3, so you close up shop early and head home to get ready.

You’re in the kitchen eating an apple when Keeley comes barreling in, breathless.

“Jamie’s back,” she wheezes.

You freeze, mid-bite. 

“Okay?” you respond.

“Just don’t want you to be fucking blindsided!” Keeley says.

You laugh. “Keels, everything his does is a blindside. I just don’t care anymore.”

“Alright, but if you see him skulking around, just remember I told you,” she warns.

You throw away your apple core. “Thank you for letting me know, but I truly do not give a shit. You ready to go?”

—

You’re not sure skulking is the word you’d use for what Jamie’s doing.

Because yes, Keeley was right to warn you, he did turn up. 

Technically, you haven’t spoken to him since the phone call where he informed you of your breakup. Even when he told you he was going to Manchester, you said one single word to him (which you don’t even count).

You can’t kick him out because he’s not doing anything. He shows up, purchases a dangly earring, and then doesn’t fucking leave. He just stands there and fucking talks.

The first thing out of his mouth besides “Can I look at those?” is a goddamn apology that is what, two years too late?

It’s heartfelt, it’s sincere, it’s not worth anything at all to you.

“Okay,” you say once he’s done. “Will that be all for you today?”

He opens his mouth, closes it, says, “No,” then launches into a story about Georgie and how she misses you and how Simon says if you tell them you’re visiting, he’ll make sure to bake all your favorites.

You don’t give him the courtesy of your visible attention, but you’re listening all the same. 

You have been keeping up with them, it’d be strange not to, but you haven’t physically seen either of them since you left. You send Georgie custom pieces every month, and something special for mother’s day. She calls with stories about your mum, and doesn’t expect you to respond, just lets you cry through the phone.

“I uh, visited your mum,” he says.

You whip back around, eyes wide but still refusing to speak.

He holds his hands up. “It were on the anniversary. Just went to put flowers down.”

You breathe in deep through your nose. You refuse to respond.

Jamie nods once, taps the counter and leaves.

—

He’s back the next day, but you’re with customers. They’re incredibly picky and for once, you’re happy to bring out every type of metal and font you have.

It takes a grand total of 45 minutes, but he stays and browses. It’s a small shop so there’s not much to look at. Jamie persists.

You wave them out the door then grab a broom to sweep the leaves they’ve tracked in.

Jamie takes a cue, (certainly not your cue) and starts talking again. This time it’s about Lust Conquers All. He rambles on for a few minutes about TV production and how everything was scripted before he says something that really catches your attention.

“So basically, I went on to piss of me dad. And it fucking worked, but then he texted me all this shit how I’m- well, not gonna say what he said. You know what he’s like,” he finishes.

You almost snap the broom handle. “Why the fuck does your dad have your number?” you ask before you can remember your ‘no talking to Jamie’ policy.

Jamie looks away. “Dunno.”

“Oh so he just found it somewhere and when he texted you you didn’t think to either block him or get a new phone with your millions of pounds?” 

Jamie shrugs. He’s still not looking at you but he says, “He’s my dad.”

A muscle in your arm twitches. You want to reach out to touch him, but you won’t. You’ve just crossed the talking boundary, and you still haven’t accepted his apology.

You sigh. “Do you even want me to argue this with you?”

“No one else fucking will,” Jamie says softly.

“Fine,” you say. “He’s a piece of shit. Blood means nothing. Find a better father figure.”

The corner of his mouth turns up at that. “Yeah. Might actually try that.”

He buys a gold band with a “J” stamped on it and leaves.

—

Jamie returns the next day a little more dejected than usual.

“If you’re going to be here, you can sit behind the counter. Don’t need you in the way if people are trying to buy,” you tell him as soon as he walks in.

He sits quietly for a whole hour, barely even shaking his leg. You sell enough for groceries for the next month, then check online sales. Jamie hasn’t spoken and you’re not going to initiate it.

“Yes,” you softly exclaim.

Jamie perks up at that. “Good news?”

“Uh huh,” you smile. “I could close this place for two years and live completely off my savings if I have to. I just got an order from America that’s going to get so much publicity.”

He nods. “Good for you,” he says. He means it, you can tell, but he’s still sad.

“I’m sorry,” he says.

You cock your head at him.

“I really am,” he continues. “It were a shitty thing to do. I should’ve at least- paid for your uni, or your flat, or some shit. I dunno.”

“It wasn’t about the money,” you reply calmly. “Fuck off with that shit. It was the fact that we made all these plans and then not only did you leave me without a warning, but you cheated on me instead of breaking up with me yourself. I used to give a shit why you did it, but I don’t anymore. I was mad because you handled it like a fucking child.”

Your tone of voice is chilling. It’s flat and clinical, without even a trace of discernible anger.

“It wasn’t because of you,” he says.

“Obviously it was a little bit because of me,” you retort.

“It wasn’t,” he insists. “I did it because I was fuckin’ stupid. I was fucking drunk and her picture’s been on my wall since I were thirteen, and the lads were egging me on.”

“Uh huh,” you say, unconvinced.

“Fine,” Jamie says. “Fine. My PR lad told me it’d be great for me brand and I thought fuck it, who gives a shit? I dunno.”

You nod. “Great. Now go fuck off. Find somewhere to go and someone else who will listen to your sob story because I sure as shit don’t care. I’m about to take lunch, so I have to lock up.”

“I did fuck off,” Jamie grits out. “Listened to you about father figures, went back to Ted and begged for a spot at Richmond. He said fucking no, so I don’t have shit to fuck off to.”

You pause, considering him for a moment before saying. “Nope, still don’t give a shit. Goodbye Jamie. I’m on break, so no customers in the shop.”

As you head to lunch, you hope he doesn’t remember you well enough to catch you lying.

—

“I don’t have time for this, Jamie,” you say as you hastily wrap up a package. “Don’t know if you can tell, but I’m swamped right now.”

“I can help,” he offers, and you have too many people at once to tell him no. 

As you weave around each other, talking to customers and wrapping up pre-made pieces, you’re reminded of the time he got out of training to come bag groceries at your cashier job. Took your manager an hour to notice, and even then he didn’t care enough to kick Jamie out.

You finally say goodbye to your last customer and flip the sign to closed. It’s dark outside and pouring rain. 

“Shit,” you say. “I left my umbrella at home.”

“You’re not walking home in that,” Jamie says disbelievingly.

“Well, I’m not sleeping here,” you reply.

Jamie squints at you. “I’m driving you. Car’s around the corner. I’ll go get it.” He points at you and says, “Don’t go anywhere.”

He’s gone before you can protest and if you’re honest with yourself, you can stand a few minutes with Jamie if it means not getting drenched. On the other side, now he’ll know where you live. 

The ride is silent. He’s playing fucking Islands in the Stream, and you’re pissed off because you know for a fact it’s from your old playlist. He pulls into your driveway and you say a clipped, “Thanks.”

“Oi.”

You sigh and pinch the bridge of your nose. 

Jamie asks, “You gonna be alright?”

“Yes,” you say. “Goodnight.”

“Mum will be awake all night,” he says. “She said you can call her, even if you don’t want to talk.”

You still. 

“You sure you’re alright?” he repeats softly.

It’s hard to respond when you’re choked up.

Here’s the thing about rain; your mum loved it. 

She used to open up the kitchen windows whenever it was coming on so the clean smell could fill the whole house. She would splash in puddles with you and Jamie when you two were in primary school while Georgie laughed from the porch. 

One of your favorite memories was at Georgie and Simon’s wedding. Jamie had started to make more money, already been playing football for a while. You were both eighteen and unaware of the fact that he had a Man City contract in the near future, nor that you had less than ten months left with your mum.

He’d paid for a private garden venue, just the five of you, with your mum practically swimming in her bridesmaid dress.

“I don’t get it,” you had fretted. “It fit last month.”

She patted your cheek and said, “Don’t worry about it, darling.”

You should have worried about it.

But as it was, it started raining during the reception and your mum had grabbed Georgie’s hand as they swung around, splashing in the grass.

Jamie had taken your hand and twirled you, but the thing you remember the most was the smile on your mum’s face. It was so bright, so happy and in hindsight, it made you wonder if she knew how fast the clock was ticking. Less than a year was far less than the six the doctors had all-but promised.

Tomorrow is the anniversary of her passing. You’ve never been able to call it death, because it just seems wrong, somehow. Or maybe saying it will make it more real. It’s been years, yes, but you know you’ll carry your grief with you everywhere you go. You hold it, cradle it in both hands close to your chest, afraid of what will happen if you try to let go.

So no, you’re not alright. And you’re especially less alright with the fact that apparently Jamie remembers things about your relationship and your life and maybe he didn’t just purge his brain of his first twenty years on earth like you tried to.

He says, “Let’s go inside,” but you only kind of hear him over the rush in your ears.

Drowning. 

I can do this, you think automatically as you hand Jamie your house key.

I can do this.

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[islerouxsims]

DIZZY ISY SAVE FILE VERSION 5

Hello!

Here is the fifth version of my Dizzy Isy Save File. I have fixed all the photos and painted animals. It took me forever which is why the French version is not finished. I just don’t have the energy to do it all again. 

Moonwood Mill and Copperdale are now renovated, complete with new lots and families with their own storylines/relationships. Some of the new lots and sims can be seen below. In addition to the new residents, I tried to make sure that the students in Copperdale were populated with well-known teens from my previous versions.

♥ What do you get? ♥

VERSION 1 OF DIZZY ISY (STILL AVAILABLE HERE)

VERSION 2 OF DIZZY ISY (STILL AVAILABLE HERE)

VERSION 3 OF DIZZY ISY (STILL AVAILABLE HERE)

VERSION 4 OF DIZZY ISY (STILL AVAILABLE HERE)

…PLUS…

195 custom clubs and icons (+11 than v.4) with points/rivalries and custom activities.

Lots of details of custom books to find, interesting tombstones, photos with past histories and mysteries etc.

♥ When you enter the save♥

There are 2 empty lots.

There are 17 empty houses (10 starters, 6 under 100k, 1 under 120k).

There are 16 rentals in holiday destinations.

There are 2 free apartments.

Secret lots in Mt. Komerebi renovated.

Selvadorada and Strangerville adventure/mystery unplayed.

Conservation efforts not completed in Sulani.

Evergreen Harbor has many community project opportunities.

Neighbourhood Stories disactivated

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It is a busy save file with many lots filled to stop random spawning of townies but the empty lots will soon quickly fill up with townie families if you don’t use them.

The townies are clearly marked in the unplayed tab with the #townies so you know who is meant to have a lot and who isn’t.

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♥ What do you need? ♥

❥  ALL THE PACKS apart from Journey to Batuu

❥  Kits used: Fashion Street kit, Incheon Arrivals kit, Desert Luxe and Carnival Streetwear kit

-You can still download this save file without all these packs or kits but some items might be replaced by substitutes, and we all know how those pan out.

❥ 128 MB of free space for this save file.

❥  Zerbu’s More Club Icons Mod (PLEASE DOWNLOAD FIRST!)

(If unavailable to you please download from here)

❥  Rex’s Custom Club Activities Mod (PLEASE ALSO DOWNLOAD BEFORE THE SAVE!)

♥ Recommendations ♥

❥ MC Command Center by Deaderpool.  

❥ No Random Townies by Zero.    

❥ Assign NPCs Roles by Zero to reassign roles if necessary.

♥ How to install? ♥

Make a backup of your Electronic Arts/The Sims 4/Saves folder

Download the file, unzip, and place files in Electronic Arts/The Sims4/Saves.

Open your game, enter the save. It is named “Dizzy Isy Save File By Isleroux and you should see Averie Cromwell who is at high school and it is the beginning of summer. 

Don’t worry, there is no chance of suffering or reliving painful high school memories as Averie is super popular, a cheerleader, loved up with a cute football player and rich. Like old money rich! She even has a bowling alley in her basement. Have fun! If you feel like taking smug little Averie down, feel free to play it that way too :)

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DOWNLOAD (SFS)  or  DOWNLOAD (MediaFire)

(REMEMBER TO DOWNLOAD THE CUSTOM CLUB MODS FIRST!!)

**Finally, please, if you enjoy the save and want to support me and future updates,  please consider buying me a coffee ☕

I don’t put my save files behind any kind of paywall even though this is now YEARS of work. I hope to continue like that.

I really appreciate those who have already supported me. I see you. I know who you are. You are the kind of person who bothers to read this far down. So thank you.**

Happy simming!  ~isy~ ツ  

[octuscle]

Could you make me a jock?

I'm lost in life , and IV never been able to fulfill my dreams

Iv always wanted to play football, but it never happened

Those jocks are hot, cocky, built and horny with leaking dicks

If I could just wear the kit , I'd be happy, but to play , I'd do anything, i would obey anyone for it to come reality

Bruh, you're 22 years old now… A bit young to be having a midlife crisis already, isn't it? It's not too late to turn things around. Your job at the supermarket checkout doesn't have to be the end of your life.

Friday morning. Almost the weekend. At last. Your transformation process starts with the alarm clock ringing at 06:00. Yes, you don't actually have to get up until 07:30, but this way you can go to the gym before work in the morning. For the first few minutes, you still think it's a terrible idea. After your protein shake, you don't think it's so bad anymore. Once you're lying on the weight bench, you can't wait for your muscles to start burning.

When you open the store at 08:00, nobody is there yet. Sure, you don't open for another hour. But you're proud to be a store manager at just 24 years old. And you take your job seriously. When the first customer comes through the door, everything has to be perfect. Shortly before 09:00, everyone is in position. You check your reflection in the mirror again. Hell yes! You look hot. You've been torturing your body every day for six years. You're still mourning the missed opportunity to start exercising in high school. Maybe then you would have become a competitive athlete, maybe even a professional. As it is, you're just a damn broad man in your mid-20s.

The place is packed. Many customers come in just because of you. You're a bit of a celebrity around here. Quarterback of the local team. Some even want selfies with you or an autograph. You go back to the gym for your lunch break. You're 29 years old. You have to make the most of every opportunity if you want to stay fit. And tonight you have to get back on the field. Your team is relying on you. Your memories fade as you pump… Supermarket? Damn it, you're not a loser! You played football as a freshman in high school. Okay, you never became one of the greats… But you have over ten years as a pro behind you. Maybe you're not the fastest on the field anymore. But you can take a hell of a lot more than all the young wimps.

The photos for the new calendar are taken before the game. Like every year, you're Mr. February. The Superbowl month. The Superbowl will remain a dream. Let's see how long you'll still be active as a professional. But you don't care either. You're having a lot of fun. And when the damn photographer is finally finished, you wank into your helmet. That's good luck!

Calendar page of February has been published @maxx-magnum

[bellysoupset]

For the 🏳️ anon, who asked for Airsick Bella.... Here we go, with LOADS of fluff and sexy talk.

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"Have you seen my bikinis?" Bella asked, rummaging through her messy side of their wardrobe. Luke was sprawled on the bed watching the replay of last Sunday’s football game, having already finished packing, since his side was neatly folded and he could get a bag done in under 30 minutes.

"You really don't need those," he smirked and Bella rolled her eyes, crouching down to open a drawer.

"Oh yeah, you're gonna be real happy when I'm flashing strangers- Aha!" She held up a bunch of bikinis strung together and didn't bother untangling them, throwing the items on her side of their suitcase, "now I need a hat."

Lucas smiled fondly at her, Bella wasn't even bothering to hide just how excited she was with them finally leaving for a honeymoon. After nearly ten months since they had gotten married, Luke had been over the moon to slip her the tickets, three weeks before. 

She had even requested time off work, something Bella never did, normally insisting she could work from anywhere. Luke had seen her work from the hospital waiting room far too many times to count.

Their flight was Friday morning and it was only Wednesday night, but Lucas had everything ready already, from his suitcase, to their documentation, to their travel guide, hotel... Everything he could think of, he had managed and micromanaged, except for Bell.

Just glancing at her messy process of packing made his skin crawl, so he opted for not saying anything and waited until she finally zipped it up, taking far more shoes than he even thought possible for her to wear.

"You know we're going to a tropical island, right?" Lucas grabbed Bella's waist when she circled the bed in order to grab her jewelry, "I don't think you're gonna get any use out of the combat boots."

"You never know, it rains a lot in tropical places," Bella shrugged, falling against him on the bed, but keeping to the task at hand, sorting through the bunch of silver rings she had, "I'm taking it."

"Okay," Luke rolled his eyes, closing her jewelry box, "I want attention-"

"You're gonna have tons of attention, once we're there," Bella scoffed, squirming when he rolled them on the bed and pinned her down, "skull or snakes?" she raised the rings in front of him.

"Skulls, they're cuter," Luke pushed her hand away from his face, busying himself with kissing her neck, "so we’re taking a chastity vow until we land in Malé?"

Bella snorted at that, picking her earrings, moving her head slightly so he could continue to kiss her, "chastity is a strong word, I've always wanted to be a part of the mile high club."

Lucas laughed, pressing his mouth to her collarbone, "oh yeah, so we can get barred at the customs," he nibbled on her earlobe, "my wife the genius."

"Tonto," Bella scoffed, finally putting away all the items and planting a hand in the middle of his face, pushing him off of her, “help me pack, Luke.” 

By the time Friday finally rolled on, Luke was feeling nearly sick with nerves. They had driven to Portland the night before, in order to avoid the maximum amount of fatigue possible, given the trip ahead of them was stupidly long. Their flight went to Philadelphia, where they caught a 10 hours long flight to London, stayed over the night and then in the morning caught another flight, this one 20 hours long, to the Maldives. 

Luke had genuinely considered talking with Kit about the private jet, but just the off hand mention of his father’s name had Bella shutting down in a way he didn’t like. It didn’t used to be like that before Christmas and he wasn’t entirely sure what had changed since Bell promptly shut down any attempt of bringing up the topic.

Besides, as Jonah had pointed out to him while they chatted in gym, the private jet would need to do all the stops for fuel too, it’d only cut about five hours of their schedule. 

“What’s in your mind?” Bell asked, as they strapped in for the first, shorter flight. Only two hours for Philly. 

“Control freak bs,” Luke scoffed, leaning in to plant a kiss on her cheek, “my brain won’t stop.”

“I thought therapy was helping,” she teased him, turning her face for a proper kiss, “nothing is going to go wrong, it’s just plane trips. Very long, very tiring, but just plane trips.”

“Uhum,” Luke leaned in to plant his lips on her temple. 

Since they’d be bored out of their minds, Bella had brought an old ipad, filled with movies. Luke leaned back his chair, frowning as he recognized the opening shot of the movie. 

“Jaws? We’re going to a tropical island and you want to watch Jaws?”

“I like to be prepared,” Bella grinned, snuggling against his shoulder, “you did say we could swim in the ocean and that there’s a shark dive.”

“And you want to watch Jaws before swimming with the sharks?” He raised his eyebrows, clicking on the screen and then going back to the list of movies, “you only brought deadly animals movies… Tsunami movie… Isabella, what the fuck!”

Bell slapped his hand away, putting the movie back on, “it's good for you, builds character.”

“Yeah, I’m sure it does,” he said sourly, focusing on the movie. 

The connection to the London flight was uneventful, Luke spending it updating their friends about their current location and taking his own paparazzi pictures of Bell, as she sprawled on the first class lounge, not a thought given to the dirty looks thrown her way. 

He loved her. 

“This is bigger than our house,” Bella snorted as they got in the plane and to their seats. For this flight Luke had splurged with first class tickets instead of regular ones and a private suite, since it was 10 hours long. Bell dropped her carry on in the large space between their seats, which were large like single beds, “really. Honest to God, bigger than my childhood room.”

Lucas knew for a fact this was pretty much true. He rolled his eyes, kissing the top of her head, “and private too, didn’t you want to be a part of the mile high club?”

“Now where’s the fun if it’s all private?” Bella teased him, falling sit and letting out a sigh, “I bet they have cameras everywhere here… Oh man, champagne? I feel like a princess.”

He couldn’t help but smile at her antics, sitting down as well and indulging Bell as she sat criss crossed next to him and continued to talk non stop. 

Three hours into the trip and at least three glasses of champagne each, the instructions of “stay in your seats” were out of the window. Bella had climbed on his lap and she had her arms wrapped around his neck, kissing him and letting out a happy sigh as Luke squeezed her ass over the jeans, when suddenly the plane lurched.

It was so sudden that Bella bit on his lip with force enough to draw blood and Luke pulled back with a shout.

“Bell!” 

“Oh my God-” Bella whined, grabbing his shoulders, big blue eyes wide in her face, “what the fuck was that!?”

“Just a drop, Bella,” Luke glared at her, wiping the blood with his thumb, “it’s fine, relax…”

“Don’t tell me to relax,” she scoffed, but leaned in to kiss him again, bumping her nose with his, “sorry about your lip…”

“Uhm, kiss it better?” Lucas grinned, leaning further into his seat and planting a hand on her nape, pulling her in. He felt her smile against his lips and Luke was starting to feel suffocatingly warm, face tingling with how horny he was, when the plane lurched once more, this time around continuing to shake violently. 

Bella let out a sound he wasn’t sure he had ever heard her do before, a whimper-cry, and hid her face on his neck, “Luke!”

“It’s okay, baby, it’s just turbulence…” He hugged her close and Bella squeezed him with all her force as the plane shook again.

“We’re getting nerfed down from the sky because of these stupid, expensive, gigantic cabins,” Bella whined, getting out of his lap and putting the seat belt on, a couple seconds before the red sign popped on the opposite wall. 

The plane lowered once more, before going up, and even with the private cabin, they could hear the other passengers squeal. Bella’s face had gone from healthy tan to olive white and she was clutching the arm rests of her seat. 

“I don’t wanna die on my honeymoon,” she whimpered, closing her eyes, “Luke-”

“It’s just turbulence,” Lucas planted his hand over hers, “I promise you we’ll not fall from the sky, this is fine…” 

“It doesn’t feel fine!” Bella squealed as the plane kept shaking. She moved their hands, so she could squeeze his fingers and Luke cringed, Bell had quite the strong grip. 

He leaned in, completely ignoring the shaking and going up and down that was causing his stomach to freeze, “talk with me, baby.”

“I- I can’t, we’re going to di-die…” Her voice shook under the weight of tears and Lucas scoffed, planting a kiss on her temple and squeezing Bella to him with his free hand. Over their heads, the lights went out.

“No, we’re not. Have I ever told you about our flight to Hong Kong when I was fifteen?” he leaned in and Bell shook her head, staying quiet to indicate she was listening, but still not opening her eyes. 

“Dad was touring there and it was my birthday, so mom packed us both to Hong Kong,” Luke smoothed over the important stuff, leaving out the details. He hadn’t wanted to go to Hong Kong and his mom was actually going there for a business trip, not for his birthday. In fact, he wasn’t sure they had remembered it was his birthday until two days had passed, “and the flight was terrible, let me tell you. But we landed without any trouble, it was just clouds-” without any trouble because his mom had been knocked the fuck out by the wine, “we all got there in one piece. We’re gonna get to London perfectly safe too.”

“And- and your birthday?” Bella asked in a small voice. Luke wiped the tears off her face. 

“I got to watch dad play, it was great,” he lied smoothly. He had spent it in the hotel room just outside the stadium his father was playing, puking his guts up after such a horrid flight, while his mother bossed her entire staff around. 

Bella nodded, letting out a shuddery breath and the plane eased up the shaking. She sat up straight, leaning back on her seat and wiped at her face, while the overhead lights turned back on. 

Lucas smiled at her, “see?”

“I’m gonna puke,” Bella groaned, ignoring his soft smile and Luke snorted, before realizing her lips had gone a terrible shade of white. 

“Oh, you’re serious?”

“Yeah-” Bella cupped her mouth, “Lu-”

Luke scrambled to find an airsickness bag, but in first class these were hidden somewhere – it was not pleasing to imply rich people puked – so he settled for the champagne bucket, removing the bottle and holding it under Bell’s chin just in time to catch the first mouthful of sickly champagne vomit.

She hugged the bucket like a pro, so Lucas abandoned it, in order to hold her hair back with a hand, planting the other one on her forehead to help her support it. Bella let out a loud moan, echoing in the metal bucket, and he kissed the top of her head. 

“You’re fine, it’s a lot of ups and downs…” 

Bella sighed, pulling back and resting her forehead to the rim of the bucket, while Luke waited a second to pull back, “you good?”

“Think so…” she rasped, so he got her a water bottle from the huge dispenser under their seats. She took it with shaky hands, sniffling once more and took a small gulp, as Luke ignored the sign to stay with their seat belts and got up, to reach for his own carry on.

“Wendy told me to bring these-” he went through the contents in order to find the sea wristbands and Bella frowned, seeming exhausted as she turned to look at him… Only for the plane to drop once more.

“Fuck,” Bell groaned, lurching for the bucket, while Luke fell flat on his back on the ground, his backpack hitting his chest. He hugged it tightly, waiting until the plane stopped shaking in order to get back to his seat, and once he did he realized Bella was fully crying.

“Stay-” she let out a little burp, forcing up a pathetic gush of liquid, “in your fucking seat, Lucas.”

“Sorry,” he rubbed her back, “sorry. You don’t have to worry, I’m fine.”

Bella raised her head from the bucket in order to send him a bleary glare, her blue eyes even more blue due to the tears and the fact they were red rimmed, “I fucking hate flying,” she declared, turning back to the bucket once more and Luke cringed in sympathy. 

“I know, I know, next time we travel we’ll go somewhere closer,” he promised, pushing the curls away from her mouth and rubbing back.

[longeyelashedtragedy]

During my past Week of Fun, Nina and I went to the classic football jerseys popup in Manhattan, and I couldn't help but buy this Liverpool away kit... (note that despite being "vintage" and in good condition, and in a section with similar very expensive jerseys, it was quite a lot cheaper than many current customized kits...poor Cousin Jamie!!!)