#elisa de almeida fluff

[northsoulss]

taller than you - elisa de almeida

(a/n: just a short one!!)

you remember when you first met elisa, you were in awe of her height and her overall presence. being a more masculine and taller woman was one of the many traits that drew you to her. however, being the taller one in the relationship, despite it coming with perks — youre always asking her to take things for you, there are some cons, like how she always uses you as an arm rest just to piss you off, or holds an arm on your chest to prevent you from tackling her.

when you were complaining to a friend one day about her antics, she suggested to buy platform heels to give elisa a taste of her own medicine. you agreed almost immediately, face full of glee when your heels came in a parcel the next day. elisa looked at you weirdly as you skipped over to the door like you were receiving a gift on christmas day. you shut the door the moment the parcel landed on your hands, and you made quick work on tearing the box apart.

there in all it’s glory was platform 5 inch pumps that would definitely make your feet ache if you tried walking in it. slipping it on, you crept over to where elisa stood, her back facing you making a cup of tea.

“hi baby.” you leaned against the kitchen entrance like a cheesy romcom lead, winking at her with as much charisma that you could muster.

her jaw drops, taking in your much taller frame. you towered over her, so much so that you could finally place an arm on her shoulder. “how’s the air down there?” you say, pretending you couldn’t find her, which was something she did often to you.

“oh, you did not just pull that on me.” she says, threatening to get rid of the heels if you continued.

“oh you should pick on someone your own size my dear! look at you!” you lean down so that you were face to face with her, a slight sneer on her face. without warning, you picked her up with a groan, placing her on the counter. she lands with a yelp, her eyes wide, cheeks flushed.

“what are you doing.?” she manages out as you kiss down the column of her throat, a gasp escaping her lips as you nibble on her ear.

“doing what you do to me.” you say simply, giving her a blank stare. she only looks back at you, bewildered and silent, mouth slightly agape.

“you are getting rid of those heels.” she whispers against your lips, pulling you close by the waist to give you a kiss.

“don’t lie, you love it.” you purr in her ear, and she slaps your chest, pushing you off her.

“don’t push it, baby.” she says, her tone warning. you only laugh, taking off the heels and placing it back into the box.

“now that’s more like it.”

©️northsoulss 2024, all rights reserved.

[evermoresversion]

REQUESTS ARE OPEN | ELISA'S MASTERLIST

You and Elisa don't have too many fights or constant arguments, but when they happen one of you ends up giving in or can't be completely mad at the other.

"Here's your breakfast." you said seriously but on the plate was Elisa's favorite breakfast, as you passed by you lightly kissed her shoulder and continued with the kitchen chores.

If she was the angry one, she couldn't be completely angry because she needed your attention all the time, just like a puppy.

You were on your side of the bed at bedtime while reading a book with the table light on. You saw through your peripheral that Elisa was ready to go to bed, she lay down next to you at a considerable distance but from time to time you heard and saw how she rolled around in bed without being able to stay still.

You sighed putting the bookmark back in your book and set it aside, and that's when Elisa looked at you with hope in her eyes, she was so used to sleeping with you in her arms.

"Yes, you can hold me."

"Oh, thank God." She sighed, pulling you into her arms and hugging you tightly, placing her chin on top of your head and reaching over a little to turn off the light.

In conclusion, you can't be completely mad at her or she at you. You're simply perfect for each other.

disclaimer ── evermoresversion © 2024.

[moonystoes]

Safe Dance - Elisa De Almeida x international!reader

summary: this pretty much explains it all lol.

Warning: Sexual assault, old man being a creep, mentions of alcohol, not well written, slowww burn like it's pissing me off too im sorry, elisa being our protective queen.

a/n: i'm bringing this up again, i just started writing, especially fics as long as this (the last one -and the first- had only 500 words). So feedback and help is needed!! also sorry i got a little bored and wrote too many useless things lol.

w/c: 5.218k

You knew you needed to celebrate your high GPA after graduating from your bachelor degree at some point. But you've been putting it off, feeling like it's too much effort and energy for your introverted self. It's no secret French people are distant towards foreigners, it's been something known worldwide (which is ironic since a big part of their population are people of color coming from different countries from Africa and Asia). But you ignored all the toxic things you heard about France when you unexpectedly got a scholarship into the University of Paris.

Now, four years later, you are still alone. You have made friends in some projects, but right when the project is over, your friendship ends as well. Your mom has messaged you a long paragraph on how proud she is of you, but the loneliness is still wearing you down. You knew you probably looked silly walking down the street, wearing a short V-neck dress with high heels obviously to party, but there is a permanent frown on your face.

When you looked up from your phone, you didn't even need to look for the club. You can feel the music vibrate the ground and there is a huge line at the entrance. You turned off your phone and waited in line, wanting to just drink all day and celebrate by then. You checked on your friend (an international student like you) who promised that she'll be here, but your message was left on delivered for 2 hours. 

After 15 minutes of scrolling through your Instagram and 3 missed calls to Liz, it was your turn to show the security your ID. His dark eye bags showed you that he was too exhausted to care, so he took less than a second to glance at your card before returning it to you, and opening the door for you in a frustrated way.

You walked in awkwardly, couples grinding and dancing around you, you felt disgusted - and secretly jealous. The club was dark and had red LED lights, it was filled with large posters of icons and models from the 70s, and of course the playboy magazines of women wearing lingerie. It looked good enough for you to settle down on the bar stool and immediately order a light drink. 

While you were sitting there to decide whether you should dance or wait for Liz (you were honestly frustrated at her for ditching you with no explanation), the bartender passed a large drink towards you. You glanced at him with a confused look, “oh sorry, I didn't order this.”

“Yeah I know, it's the man there.” He pointed to the table on your left, to an older man with thin white hair. Your jaw dropped when you looked at him, realizing that he caught you staring.

“Umm… that old man?” You tried your hardest to whisper over the thudding music, trying not to let the creep that is sitting just 2 meters away from you hear what you said. The bartender nodded and walked away to the other side of the bar, making you sigh in annoyance that he didn't bother to even help you out. You slowly pushed the light pink drink away from you, it smelled strong which showed his true intentions, getting you drunk.

You pulled out your phone and texted Liz a quick message, “Liz a man is being weird where are you ☹️☹️?” You scrolled through your gallery to pretend you are doing something and distract yourself from the man on your left, until you are tapped on the shoulder. You froze, quickly turning off your phone as you took a deep breath, pretending that you didn't feel it.

“May I know why you didn't accept the drink, it was really expensive.” you flinched when you felt his breath hit your neck, no way this is happening today. Where the fuck is Liz? You turned around slowly, trying to act calm and collected, “sorry, I didn't want to drink today, I'm just here for someone.”

“I don't see anyone here,” he mockingly glanced around the bar to see the ‘person’ you were waiting for. “I saw you drink just a few minutes ago.”

You closed your eyes for a second and took a deep breath. You glanced at his striking blue eyes and felt your hands starting to shake, you looked away back to the drink he ordered for you and grasped it, taking a small sip just to taste what it is. You knew you were fucked, Liz isn't here and she's probably not going to come, the bartender couldn't give a shit, and this man won't leave you alone. Why was he at a bar on a Wednesday night? Doesn't he have some office job to do tomorrow or is he too old that he's retired now.

The drink tasted sour and tangy, but had a strawberry flavor. The burning of your throat made you cough and your eyes shutting close, it was definitely alcoholic, very alcoholic. You rested the drink on the table and faked-smiled and awkwardly nodded, but your smile disappeared when his hand clutched your arm and pulled you forward, “why don't you dance with me, huh? Wearing this dress for nothing must be a shame.” 

You panicked and took a quick scan of your surroundings to see who could help. On the bar table to your left, there were other older men, possibly friends of the weirdo that's now bruising your arm. On the large leather sofas that were placed on the other corner, there was a couple?...a throple? A man was sitting comfortably on it as he crossed his legs on the mini table in front of him, two girls were sprawled over him, one playing with his hair and the other playing with his shirt while she chugs from a beer can…yeah they will be too busy to help.

You took a quick turn to the VIP entrance, seeing a short girl with a Gucci bag waiting to be let in… rich spoiled people are too busy to look around. You swore you never cared about religion until then, when the man tugged you to his chest, your eyes slowly closing as you were holding your tears praying to God to let you out of this misery.

You felt his hands being placed on your hips, as he forcefully tugged your back towards his groin. He pushed you to the crowded area so people can't see your discomfort in your face. 

But before he does more than this, a large hand tugged you away from the man, making the man behind you exhale loudly. “Anna! I'm sorry for making you wait, hey let's go…umm do you know him?” you've never heard such a soft yet deep voice like this. Before you even had the chance to look at who grabbed you, her right arm tugged you into her chest, trying to hide you from the stranger. “No, I don't.” You whispered, afraid of making the situation even bigger.

“Seriously? you were waiting for this…” His angry voice and arm pointing at the both of you made you anxiously stare at him. He looked at the woman hugging you up and down with disgust before muttering a ‘nevermind’ and stomping off.

You shakingly held tightly into her, staring at the spot the man was at. “Are you okay?” She let out a soft whisper from above your head. You were shaken at the whole encounter, blocking off what she said until you felt soft taps on your shoulder, making you look up at her.

This was the first opportunity you had to actually see who saved you from this, and she was gorgeous. She had sunglasses placed on the collar of her dress shirt with two of the buttons opened. Why was she even wearing a dress shirt at a club? When you looked up to her face (because she's 5 '9 and the first thing you saw was her tan skin), her hair was short, swooped to the side. Her cheekbones were sharp and her eyes were furrowed worriedly. You quickly separated from her and took two steps away.

“Hey, it's okay.” She took a step forward, opening her hands around her face to show you she doesn't want to hurt you, “are you waiting for someone?”

You looked away from her eyes, the smell of alcohol and sweat is making it difficult for you to think straight -literally. You looked at your phone, finding a new notification, “oh thank God she responded!” You relaxed, until you pressed on it.

“Hey baby!! It's your favorite uncle 😉, just saw your post about graduating. Congratulations! I miss you so much. Maybe one day we can all reunite when you graduate your masters 💪keep working hard!”

You inhaled deeply, turning off your phone and throwing it in your mini purse. You looked at the woman, she looked at you with raised brows waiting for an explanation for your reaction. You rested your hand on your forehead and frustratedly groaned out, “no she fucking ignored my messages.”

Her face turned sour as she looked behind you, probably to the place where the old men were sitting, giving you the chance to look at her face once again. You blushed at her clenched sharp jaw, slight pink cheeks, and the soft lips. When you looked back at her eyes, she was already looking at you.

You internally wanted to kill yourself for looking at her lips, because she definitely caught that. You looked away to her arms, doing everything in your power to not look at her face again. But then you realized glancing at her arms will make the situation even worse. Her arms were athletic and the sleeves were tight around her biceps. How is she this hot?

“You can stay with me, my friends are here.” She softly grasped your hand, pulling you away from the crowded dance floor. “It's fine, I'll just go home.”

“No, come on! It's a secluded area, no one will bother us.” She encouraged you, her hand still in yours. You looked down at your heels, you felt like shit. This whole time at the bar was for you and Liz to celebrate your day and you end up being a charity case for a hot woman. You don't even know why you chose the club, you hated partying anyways. You bit into your lip, one single line going through your head:

I deserve to celebrate my achievements no matter with who. I'm the one who worked hard for this, I need this.

“Okay just… Please don't do this because you feel bad for what happened.” her eyes softened, intertwining your fingers with hers and whispering a soft ‘never’. You felt embarrassed as she was dragging you around the bar to the place her friends are staying at, you didn't want to see anyone’s face so you just looked down at your intertwined hands and hoped you won't collide with anyone. Your hand looked small compared to her large ones as she held into you, feeling her rough skin tightly around yours.

When you realized she stopped, you looked up to where she took you. “Oh no… I'm not going there,” You frowned at her, “VIP? I heard it's expensive here.” You felt guilty that she might spend money on a spot for you, but you were curious on how she makes enough money to be here.

“Don't worry, my work has paid for the night here, I didn’t spend a euro on me or anyone.” She smiled at you, finding it cute how you were worried about her money. She let go of your hand and opened the door slowly, signaling her hand to follow her.

You stood still for a few seconds, feeling exhausted and tired. And unfortunately, you felt gross. You looked down at your dress, remembering what the old man said. It was your favorite, it may not look fancy but you've loved it and waited for a moment to wear it, now you can't even glance at it without feeling down. You glanced at the woman, she had already taken a few steps until she realized you weren't following her, “Do you want to go home? I can order you an Uber?”

This was your chance to actually get to know someone, you've been alone all this time in Paris and Liz was an American student. The woman in front of you seemed like the first French woman that actually tried to befriend you, and she's attractive. Her face softened as she took a few steps towards you again, understanding your silence. “My name is Elisa, what's yours?”

“Y/n.” You didn't know what to do after this so you reached out your hand to handshake her, internally cringing from how awkward you are…no wonder why your love life is as low as your mood today. She giggled and grasped your hand, shaking it aggressively. You looked at her with a confused face and she just winked quickly, “so… y/n why are you here at the club on a Wednesday night?”

“I just graduated so I wanted to celebrate.” You were staring at your held hands, feeling awkward when looking at anyone's eyes, especially élisa's. But when you felt her hand immediately let go of yours and wipe it off with her dress pants, you looked at her face slightly hurt. Her eyes are slightly widened, which made you realize why she let go of your hand, “bachelor degree in physical therapy.”

“Ohh! That's so nice. You know at my job we need a lot of physiotherapists, I like them.” Her body physically relaxed, making you laugh at her panic. The poor woman thought you were some high school student, but you didn't blame her, you never made it clear when you spoke about it.

“Cool… what do you work as?” You asked, a smile appearing in your face. You didn't realize that by a small comment, Elise made your feelings better just as she planned. She let out an open smile when she noticed yours, feeling proud of herself for making you feel better.

“Guess.” 

Your smile wiped off your face, “no please I don't like doing this game just say it.”

She laughed, “I'll give you a hint, I wear number 5.”

It took a moment for you to answer because you froze when you heard her laugh, making a stupid grin plaster into your face, “...football?” You dragged the word as you questioned, worried it might be wrong. She nodded with a proud smile.

“Wow, that's so cool I do watch football!... not the women, I don't know where to watch…sorry.”

She laughed, stepping closer and resting her left arm around your shoulder, encouraging you to walk through the dark maroon hallway with her. “It's okay, we're used to it.”

When you looked up from this angle, your attraction worsened. Her side profile was perfect. It took a moment for you to recover from it, “ehm…some girls in my class wanted to be football physios so they could work with Szoboszlai.” You muttered, obviously not knowing what to say. You didn't know if you should wrap your right hand around her waist or just keep it awkwardly limping between the both of you.

She glanced at you and laughed, “and you? Is that what you wanted?”. You looked away, deciding to focus on the dark walnut wood corridor in front of you instead of her eyes. “I don't really like men.”

“Ha! Me too.” Her left arm tapped your shoulder to the beat of the music. Elisa was glad that you weren't into men; she felt like it's finally her time where she can get attention from a woman that isn't a fangirl. She pulled you inside a room, filled with people singing and jumping around.

You felt sick all over again, not knowing Elisa had this many friends. You remembered her speaking about her work paying for this, are all of these people her teammates? The room was built almost like a sunken living room, the leather couches were placed into the ground around the walls with stairs in the side, and two small tables placed in two opposite corners that were filled with drinks and purses. Elisa felt your body turn rigid, she leaned in close to your ear and whispered gently, “They're all nice, I promise.” You turned to look at her, you didn't understand why but you felt at ease around her, maybe because of what she did earlier, but you took a deep breath and calmed down.

She pointed at an empty seat next to a blonde woman, “hey Jackie, this is y/n, she's a physiotherapy graduate.” Jackie turned to look at you and elisa, she smiled brightly and raised her hand to signal you to sit with her. You let out a tight-lipped smile and approached the table to sit. You noticed Jackie looking at your attire and glancing at Elisa with a confused look, but before she said a thing, Elisa interrupted her by saying she needed to go to the bathroom.

Well shit, now you have to do this alone. You stared at Elisa as she was walking out, secretly checking her out and also praying that she’ll come back soon. “Umm… do you work here?”

You turned to look at Jackie, “oh, no. I'm just here to party.”

“Ohh…I thought you were one of the dancers offered here.” She looked at her whiskey and took a sip, clearly not seeing the shock in your face.

You froze as you gave her a confused glance, “oh. You thought I was a stripper?” You glanced down at your dress… It's a short dress, yes, but a dancer? You had no disrespect for them, just felt a little confused. Does Elisa call dancers for a lap dance? Is this where she went to?

“Oh not your dress! It's just that Elisa never spoke about bringing someone here so I assumed. Also, you're really pretty.” She gave you a wink with her compliment.

You gave her a soft smile with a shy ‘thanks’. “Elisa isn't really into those things, that’s why I was kind of confused.” She nudged your arm when you glanced at the exit again, realizing that you were waiting for Elisa. After hearing what Jackie said, you relaxed into your seat and looked at your surroundings.

Everyone seemed drunk except one, her thick black hair was tied in a high ponytail, too engrossed with her phone to really notice anyone. The other players were dancing, some were singing loudly to some song by Aya, an icon in french music from what you noticed in the past four years living here. “May I ask how you know elisa?” Jackie asked.

“Oh we just met here so…” you shrugged, you didn't feel like telling anyone what actually happened. Jackie nodded, taking her purse into her lap and pulling things out, trying to find something in it. After a while of scrolling on tiktok and looking at the girls partying, Elisa came back in, immediately settling down next to you. You looked at her with a smile, glad that she's back, but your smile was wiped off when you saw her frustrated and sweaty state. When she noticed the worry in your eyes she leaned in closer to you, “Do you like this club?”

You were caught off guard from this question and nodded slowly, “good because I want you to come back here,” You were confused, obviously you'll never come here. It doesn't matter how nice and fancy this place is, after that weirdo, you'll never step foot here. “I kicked him out, he's banned from coming here again.”

“Wa- wait what?” You gasped, looking at the door she came back from, expecting to see him standing there. But he wasn't, and even from the small glass window on the door, you can see that his spot is now empty, as well as his friends’.

“I want you to feel safe celebrating your achievements, I know today has probably been shit.” You bit your lip, turning to look at Jackie playing with her now found camera. You couldn't look at Elisa's eyes or else you would cry. You felt her hand softly caress your shoulder, bringing your body closer to hers. “Thank you, I mean… I don't even know what else to say.”

She gave you a gentle smile and turned to look at her teammates singing karaoke now. “No problem, now do you want to sing and dance with them? Or just sit here?”

“I'll just sit here, you can have fun with them.”

She looked back at you, deciding to lean back into the coach and find a comfortable position. “I play for Paris Saint Germain.”

“What! No way…I feel like shit for not watching you play.” You gasped, psg is the biggest team in France. And that's probably because they are loaded with money and can afford the top players, but you wondered how powerful the women's team is.

She laughed, quickly shaking her head, “don't feel that way! I just wanted to tell you. We just got qualified for the quarterfinals of the champions league that's why they're all drunk and shit.” She tilted her head towards a player dancing on the table. You bit your lip trying not to laugh at the poor woman, but when you heard Elisa's cackle, you let out a little laugh.

“Quarterfinals to the champions league… that's great! That's so cool, honestly, you should go and dance with them!” You pushed her towards the women, but she didn't even budge. She winked at you when she saw you try to move her and held your arm down, “Are you actually trying to push me or are you playing around?”

You knew she was joking, she can tell your struggling face when you tried to push her. You glanced at the way she grabbed your forearm, feeling the blush coming around your cheeks. Her muscles tensed beneath her fitted black shirt, elisa has been trying to subtly send you hints without panicking too much. But she knew she needed to do something even more, so she let her hand slowly go from your forearm to your hand, intertwining your fingers with hers. A shy smile broke out in both of your faces, looking up to see her already smiling at you. “Okay…maybe I do want to dance a little.”

You bite your lip and give her a soft nod, indicating that you wanted to dance with her. She grinned brightly and stood up from the couch, delicately pulling you with her. You felt content for the first time, you're finally going to dance and party like how you wanted before you came here in the first place. Elisa pulled you into her body, looking at your eyes to see if you're okay with her wrapping her arms around your waist. You felt speechless so you just nodded and dragged your hands from her forearms all the way to her shoulders, blushing at the feeling of her rough muscles.

Because you were busy trying to mask your flustered state, you didn't notice the panic Elisa was in. Her tightly wrapped hands were shaking and it seemed like she couldn't even glance at your face for three seconds without finding something else to look at. The girls had stopped singing karaoke now, the speaker playing some french afrobeats. “I forgot to tell you, I'm shit at dancing. I was planning on getting too drunk to care.” You admitted with a laugh, elisa tightened her hands around your waist, making your chest flush with hers. “Oh wait until you see me dance.” 

“You do realize this song isn’t for slow dancing?” You loved the feeling of her body against yours, but the idea of slow dancing to afrobeats in front of people is confusing you. “Shhh don’t ruin the moment now.” she joked, turning her head around the room, she looked back at you and said, “They’re all too drunk to care.”

You looked around the room, and fortunately she was right. The girls were all dancing, separated into multiple groups and only focusing on them. Even the sober one had stood up and was dancing with the rest. You rested your head on her shoulder, feeling like it doesn’t matter at this point what happens between you. Elisa will probably forget about you, and date an instagram model like every football player does -well… that’s what the male players do at least.

“You tired?” her velvety voice soothed you as she leaned her head on yours. You closed your eyes and hummed in response, not feeling like moving your body. You tried to excuse the exhaustion as the sickness from the old man, but throughout the semester, you have been sleeping 4 hours and only working and studying. And today has been the day you can finally rest.

Elisa moved her hands from your waist to wrap them around your shoulders instead. As much as she was worried about the possible rejection from you, she felt great about you being okay with her physical touches and wanted to enjoy the chance. She can feel your beating heart from the thin dress you’re wearing against her sternum. Elisa’s long fingers were playing with the hem of the dress from your neck, her body slowly rocking as if she’s putting a baby to sleep.

“Thank you,” You whispered, opening your eyes just to see her jaw. “For today. I may not seem happy, but I am really grateful for this, I’m happy.”

“Do you want to go home?”

You stayed silent for a few seconds, before letting out a short breathy laugh, “Is it obvious I don’t like to party?” You didn’t want to offend her, especially after what she did.

“I can call an uber for you, or I can drive you home if you don’t feel safe.” You almost wanted to cry at how thoughtful she is, but you knew you needed some alone time after all of this. Also, the thought of parting ways with Elisa and her completely forgetting about you is eating you alive.

“Thank you, but I’ll feel very guilty if I take you away from the party you should be celebrating.” You let go of the tight embrace you were in, looking at her eyes to let her know how much you meant it. She sighed and nodded with a small hidden frown in her face. Elisa felt like a child attached to a toy, she was worried to let you go and never find you again. Now that she kicked the assaulters out, she hoped you’d come to the club more often.

“Okay, I’ll walk you out.” She held your hand and walked you out of the VIP entrance. The smell of sweat and alcohol hit you in the face, the club is even busier now since it was around 10 at night. Elisa pulled you to her body, putting her arm around your shoulder protectively in case someone does a thing to you. Once you reached the closest exit, she pushed the heavy door and let you go out.

“Ehm… Can I have your phone number?” Elisa suddenly blurted, she wasn’t ready to say goodbye, so she said the lamest thing she thought, “Just to make sure you went home safe…you never know what can happen.”

When Elisa asked that question, your heart started beating faster, your worry about losing her is now out of your head, feeling glad that she wanted to contact you. But after her explanation, you sighed in disappointment, she’s probably not interested in you, she wants to know if you went home safe only.

“Yeah, okay.” You opened your hand, waiting for her to hand you her phone. She pulled out her phone from her front pocket, and passed it to you quickly. Her palms were sweaty from anxiousness, and she hoped her sweat wasn’t all over the phone. She knew she fucked up, she could’ve told you the truth but instead she acted like some sick teenager, and it made her even more annoyed with herself when she saw the excitement in your face disappear like fog. She wanted you to know she’s interested in you. You typed your phone number quickly, before giving it back to her with a tight smile.

“Bye-Bye,” You stepped back, still facing her. “Again, thank you for today.” You gave her a small wave, and then turned and walked your way back home. She was invading your thoughts, her face, her smile, her deep yet delicate voice, her body, and the fact that she’s a professional player that can get anyone she wants.

Once you reached home, you looked at your phone notifications, there were none. 0 from Liz, and 0 from Elisa. You cussed yourself, why would she even bother to text you? She is the hottest woman you’ve ever seen, you probably look like charity work next to her exes. You boiled water for instant noodles, feeling too low to even worry about making dinner. After eating the soggy cheap noodles, you turned on the bathtub faucet and added some oils to calm you down and distract you from Elisa. You contemplated on searching up her name and see what google says about her, but you forced yourself to not even look up a picture of her. She clearly doesn’t care about you, why would you care about her?

After the 30 minute depressing bath, you plopped into the bed, not bothering to put the blanket over you. You suddenly heard a notification ding from your phone. Closing your eyes tightly, you swore that if it's Liz you'll run to her house barefoot to yell at her. When you heard another ding, you opened your eyes slowly and reached out for your bedside table.

[Unknown number]

I'm sorry

I was acting like a kid around u I wanted to ask you out but I got too shy

Can I take you to dinner one day?

You bit into your lip harshly, trying so hard to suppress your blush. You thought about it for a second, you weren't mad because she couldn't ask you out in front of you. You couldn't do it either, and you were also flattered to the thought of her being too shy in front of you. It felt as though she was the confident one there. It didn't matter anyways, what mattered is that you wanted to be hers. And if this date is the first step, you'll take it.

[You]

Okay

Only if I can go and watch you play on the quarterfinals

[Elisa ⚽️]

Really??

YES OF COURSE

Only with my jersey 😉

You turned off your phone and banged your head into the pillow, grabbing your phone again to send her a quick message.

[You]

Of course

I'm going to sleep rn

Good night 💞

[Elisa ⚽️]

Good night 😴

You turned off your phone and closed your eyes, immediately sleeping from the exhaustion of the day.

[Elisa⚽️]

The dress looked perfect on you.

[matiqore]

birthday - elisa de almeida

elisa de almeida x reader

summary: its elisas birthdayy and u surprise her

note: MY BAD THIS IS LATE and also short, im working on likee 5 fics rn guys school is keeping me busyy :))

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elisa groaned as she took your weight on top of her, rubbing her eyes and sitting up against the headboard to hold your back while you cuddled her awake.

"wake up!!! happy birthday babyyyy!!" you squealed, hugging her so tight that she was frozen in place. your head leaned off of her shoulder and you peppered her entire face with kisses, painting a rainbow of them and finishing with a loving kiss to her mouth as she laughed. she smiled against your lips, bringing her hands up to hold the sides of your ribs as your arms wrapped around her neck, caressing the skin lightly.

"thank you, mon cœur." she said, slightly more awake. you smirked at her, pushing out of her grasp to reach for the present you placed on the floor next to the bed.

"awh amour, did you get me something?" her arms came to rest behind her head, biceps on full display. you hummed happily in response and came back up, straddling her and quickly holding what you got her behind your back. she stroked strands of hair out of your face, watching you, amused. you beamed at her, pulling out the basket of gifts you got for her. elisa loved gifts, small ones especially, and you knew exactly what she wanted. she grabbed it eagerly, immediately noticing the small arrangement of flowers that were resting against one side. you laid down on her chest, head resting on her collarbone as she opened up the basket from the side. she let out dramatic gasps as she picked out each present...

one, an updated 1 year membership at her favourite gym in a platinum colour, embossed with her name.

she bit her lip and smiled at you, "babyyyyyyy." she cooed, feeling grateful as she realised you remembered her gym, and also how she always forgot to update the membership.

two, a 30x pack of her favourite chocolates, one you could only buy at the megamart 40 minutes away from your apartment. she thanked you and turned her head to face you, kissing your nose three times before going to open the next present.

three, a small light pink book labelled, "our love", that induced tears in her eyes when she flipped through it and found hundreds of polaroids of the two of you, reminding her of your best memories. she opened her mouth to speak, sniffling slightly. "chérie, this is so sweet. thank you baby."

you wiped her tears with your hand and kissed her again, giggling at her innocence.

"there's one more, opennn itt!" you said, sounding almost too excited, as if you didn't know what it was already. she took out the last item inside the basket, a red envelope. when she opened it she found a card, an image of the northern lights on the back, and it read:

"my elisa,you deserve everything and more in the world. you are magical, my love. i hope this will be just as magical. Y/n ♡ xoxo "

she leaned into you at your sweet words but didn't say anything, slightly confused. she turned to you and raised her brows.

"you hope what will be magical, baby?" she asked, nudging you with her shoulder when she saw your grin. your eyes gestured to the card but when she looked back she stared back at you, even more confused. you laughed and sat up straddling her again, swiftly bringing two pieces of paper to her face from behind her pillow. she took one from your hands, scanning the text immediately, and your smile became impossibly wider as you watched her cover her mouth in shock, tears flooding back into her eyes.

'Escape to a luxurious 5-star couple's retreat nestled amidst the snowy hills of Sweden. Experience unparalleled quality, privacy, and relaxation as you indulge in the breathtaking beauty of the Northern Lights dancing across the sky. Immerse yourselves in a tranquil wonderland, and let the magic of the aurora borealis create unforgettable moments together.'

'ALL EXPENSES PAID, GUEST NAME: Elisa De Almeida."

she threw the tickets down somewhere on the bed and pulled you in tight, repeatedly shouting 'c'est faux!' 'it's not real!" as you wavered around in her arms. your face and neck was covered in kisses, not one inch of skin being missed. you laughed at her reaction, looking into her excited eyes, full of love. she took in all of your features, looking at your lips for a second then leaning in to kiss you deeply. she kissed you feeling grateful for everything you had done, everything you do and everything about you. you pressed into her, closing the space between your chests and letting her head rest back onto your arms. you kissed her with appreciation, hoping that today you were to make her feel as special as she makes you feel.

"i love you so much."

"i love you most. happy birthday my love."

[citysweet]

Omg babe thank you for helping out the elisa girlies. Idk what to request but can you write about elisa being super flirty with r because she's gorgeous? Or maybe she'd be really shy like that video of her next to Nourhene loll idk you choose.

Thanks bae ☝️

no problem love!! i did her being shy and i'll probably put out her being flirty later today!🫶🏽

一 making her nervous

♡ wc: 306

♡ the way i was already thinking abt writing this before asked is crazy

♡ also listen to i wanna be yours by arctic monkeys while reading for extra affect 🤭🤭

a recent game had just ended, you guys taking the victory, and a reporter came up to you as you were leaving the field. she asked about the game and how you keep playing after pushing through for so long. 

elisa was walking up next to you, watching as you answered the questions. she couldn't help but notice how pretty you looked. a sheer layer of sweat covering your skin and your smile wide as the bright lighting hit you perfectly. 

it really hits when you laugh, slightly bending over and it's like it all happens in slow motion. she watches the way your hair falls and feels her cheeks go pink. your hands resting on your hips when you stand straight again. 

you always had a way of unintentionally flustering her. and it just so happens the camera caught it all. (fans made edits of her fawning over u btw) her trance ends when you hold the microphone out for her and she comes back to reality.

the reporter had asked her a question, “huh?” she asks. you repeat the question for her but it seems to go over her head a second time from the way you look at her. her eyes trail over your face, admiring you in all your beauty. 

she nods, “uh..y-yeah.” mindlessly answering the question while still staring at you. but when her answer doesn't make sense it seems you and the interviewer notice her distracted state and laugh. her cheeks get darker and she laughs when you do. 

soon the interview is over and you link your arm with hers while you walk to the locker room. when you call out her red cheeks she bashfully laughs, not saying anything. 

© citysweet 9:57am 122523

一 merry christmas if you celebrate!

[thinkingaboutjaedyn]

puppy love ( elisa de almeida x reader )

prompt: you and elisa have to deal with y'all's puppy's shenanigans during the off season

author notes: please give me grace when you read this because i haven't written fanfiction in forever and i ain't grammar check this so.. still enjoy

it was finally time for the off season after a long, but fulfilling season at paris saint germain. you and elisa were planning to sleep the days away until it was time to get back to the fast paced soccer lifestyle. that was the plan before remembering you guys adopted a puppy at the beginning of the season. the little rascal by the name of cherishe (you forced that name onto elisa) was well behaved during the season. being an absolute joy to her babysitters when y'all were at away games and adorable when you two could bring her to home games. it wasn't until a well deserved break that cherishe started to show her true colors.

you and elisa was sleeping peacefully. having a nice cuddle, oblivious to what was going on in your shared apartment. the sound of tearing was what awoke you. just thinking it was nothing, you try to nuzzle back into elisa's chest but again the sound interrupts you. a light yawn escapes your mouth as you sit up in bed. sparing a glance at elisa (who was still sleeping somehow) before getting up out of bed to go find the source of that tearing sound.

"cherishe?" you call out as you walk out of your bedroom and into the hall. the little pup was cuddling happily in you twos' bed last night, but this morning she is no where to be found. you cross your arms across your chest as you walk further down the hall. once you reach the living room, you pause your steps. the sight before you was ridiculous to say the least.

cherishe is gnawing on one of the couch pillows with pillow fluff all around her. with pillow fluff over the living room floor in general. it would be a cute scene if you haven't just bought that couch a week ago. "cherishe! how did you even..?" you say in pure confusion on how such a small dog could make such a huge mess as you walk over to her and pick her up. effectively putting her into air jail as you walk back to elisa's and yours bedroom. your girlfriend was still sleeping without a care in the world as you walk inside. you shake her gently once near the bed.

"five more minutes.." she mumbles as she turns over, taking a pillow with her. you shake your head before shaking her once more as you say, "cherishe just tore up all of our new couch and if you don't wake up right now than i'm going to let her tear up our bedroom pillows." the threat was enough to make elisa sit up, blinking at you. it takes a few moments for her to fully process what you said before holding her hands out. "let me hold her, babe" the french player gives you a little sleepy smile as you place cherishe in her hands. "bad doggie," elisa baby talks at cherishe as the puppy licks at her.

you roll your eyes as elisa lays back down and starts cuddling with cherishe who looks more than satisfied. "she is in trouble and you're just rewarding her" you sigh out as you turn around to head back out of the bedroom. your girlfriend happily ignores your words as she pecks the top of cherishe's head. "in twenty minutes you better make your way out here and help me clean this mess, elisa. i'm not playing around" you say before going back to the living room.

🐾💗

that wasn't the only situation that happened during the off season that had to deal with a particular mischievous puppy.

one afternoon, you and elisa both decided it would be nice to take cherishe out on a walk. usually you guys would just entertain her in your apartment (elisa always manages to break something), but today was pretty sunny so here you guys are: walking in the park near the apartment. now you loved alot of things about elisa. her smile, the way she spoke, her cuddles, and her cooking just to name a few. however there are always downsides to everything. elisa's was definitely how hyper she is.

a hyper elisa and an overactive cherishe isn't the best combination. "stop riling up the dog!" you shout after elisa as she takes off with cherishe running right after her. "but it's fun! and it's good for her" elisa shouts back as she continues doing the opposite of what you said. eventually the troublesome duo stops on the grass. you roll your eyes as you see elisa start to playfight with cherishe. "you always complain about how cherishe never listens, but you never seem to listen yourself" you giggle as you take in the scene infront of you. with elisa laughing as she lays on her back as cherishe playfully bites her. "mother like daughter i see" you say as you lay down beside them. just alittle further away, so cherishe wouldn't decide that it would be a good idea to start biting you next.

you look up at the sky, enjoying the way this moment was so joyful. aleast it was a joyful moment before you hear elisa shouting and not in a good way. you sit up to see your girlfriend quickly running after cherishe, trying to catch up to the puppy. you jump up and start running as well. "cherishe, come back!" you call out as you steadily catch up to elisa who was already half across the park. this chase goes on for almost twenty minutes with cherishe acting like this is some kind of game.

finally, elisa is able to scoop up cherishe. she breaths out a sigh of relief as she turns to face you. a few ragged breaths come from you as you stop running and slowly walk towards the two. elisa starts to laugh loudly as she sees how red you are in the face from running. "and you call yourself a soccer player? look at how out of breathe you are" the french player teases as she hands cherishe off to you.

you focus a few moments on giving the puppy a stern talking to before giving your attention to elisa. "well usually i'm prepared to sprint and usually it's after a ball that doesn't have four legs and a puppy level of energy" you say back in defense. your lips curl up into a tired smile as elisa and you start to walk back to y'all's apartment.

a nice nap would definitely be needed after this little afternoon runaway pup chase.

[baeksqt]

right here, for now — elisa de almeida

elisa de almeida x fem!reader

(a/n: something small and cute for the elisa girlies (as well as self-indulgence), probably some grammatical errors so keep your expectations low, but anyways, enjoy luvvies ^_^)

word count: 598

genre: fluff

As the year ended and the football season was slowly coming to a pause, you stood on the sidelines of the pitch along with your fellow PTs, bundled up in scarves and gloves, watching the ladies’ training session that taking place in the sharp winter chill, discussing the necessary next steps for the team before they split up for the winter break. Elisa with a slight limp, as she ran, had caught your eye (for a long while at that), hoping that she knew to come see you afterwards.

Once the session was over, the young Parisian was back in the clinic as you anticipated, a small sympathetic smile lifted your cheeks slightly as she greeted you.

“You’re quite a trooper, you know,” you said quietly as you washed your hands in the corner of the room, with Elisa humming in response, letting out a small laugh as she lay on the treatment couch. “But as I said before, please stop turning your hip inward,” you scolded her softly, sitting on your stool, eyes softening as you traced the features of her face.

“Practice was great, my love, thank you for asking,” she answered back sarcastically, you playfully hit her arm, knowing that she wasn’t supposed to address you as anything but your name.

Carefully peeling the kinesio tape off her left thigh that held up her hamstring. Rubbing oil onto her soft skin, you began massaging the muscle, letting her ramble on about formations for the next set of games coming up in late January.

“The Ajax game should be alright, considering–” she let out a small shriek as you were knuckle-deep in a tender spot on her thigh, she watched your movements, glancing at the club crest on your top.

You remain unfazed as your eyebrows furrowed, examining the spot, “you didn’t tell me about this before,” you looked at her apologetically, soothing her thigh “with that, you mentioned that your calf was causing you some issues?” you questioned Elisa.

She nodded as her face lit up with a playful smile, “yeah but this was at home, not here at the clinic,” she teased, combing a hand through her hair.

“So technically, this is new information to you.” you both said in unison, with you letting out a small chuckle. Your face quickly dropped as you scrutinised her calf, seeing how tight it was, raising an eyebrow as you questioned her again.

“Elisa.” You perked up, she noticed your change in demeanour, making her sit up slightly. “Have you been doing the stretches I showed you?” you eyed her, quite serious and sombre, as you waited for an answer.

The Saint-Germain player looked up at the fluorescent lighting, scratching the back of her neck, she could feel your eyes on her. The silence for what felt like minutes which was only a couple of seconds, was all you needed as an answer. You sighed as you spun around once on the stool, thinking of whether to lecture her or to make a joke, Elisa interrupted your thoughts.

Your girlfriend quietly watched you contemplate, “I know but before you lecture me, the calf pain just never crosses my mind, I’ve gotten used to it,” she looked on at you regretfully as you frowned at her, “I promise, once we’re back from our trip, I’ll do them properly.” she held out her pinky finger as a promise, knowing that you couldn’t be upset for long.

A comforting smile appeared on your face as you interlocked your pinky with her, your matching bracelets tinkled together.

“You’re lucky you’re cute.”

[maxsimagination]

guidelines

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𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙞 𝙬𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚

i will not write anything along the lines of:

- (physical) abuse

- rape, or any non consensual relationships

- male!reader

- smut for specific players

- teams x teen!reader

- anything for anyone under the age of 18, even if it’s fluff

please note, these are just things that i am not comfortable writing! other writers may have different boundaries, but these are mine.

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𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙞 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚

i am happy to write things along the lines of:

- fluff

- angst

- smut for most players (includes multiple players x reader)

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𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙞 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧

players that i am not comfortable with writing smut for will be marked with a *

- sam kerr

- caitlin foord

- steph catley

- hayley raso

- katrina gorry

- mackenzie arnold

- alanna kennedy

- kyra cooney-cross *

- ellie carpenter *

-charlotte grant *

- mary fowler *

- lucy bronze

- millie bright

- alessia russo *

- guro reiten

- katie mccabe

- ona batlle

- mapi leon

- leah williamson

- elisa de almeida

- patri guijarro

- ingrid engen *

- alexia putellas

- zecira musovic

- fridolina rolfo *

- claudia piña

- kiera walsh *

- irene paredes

- georgia stanway

- jessie fleming

- kim little *

- lauren hemp *

- aitana bonmati *

- beth england

- leila ouahabi

- teagan micah

- misa rodríguez

if you have any ideas for any players listed above, please feel free to send me an ask. i will try my best to get it done.

© 𝙢𝙖𝙭𝙨𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 - 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘮𝘦. 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘱𝘺, 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘧𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘦𝘣𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘴, 𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯!

[ugotcooneycrossed]

do you write about elisa de Almeida? if yes can write something fluff/soft 🤍

i do not, sorry nonnie, i just dont know anything about her

[northsoulss]

I don’t know if you request are still open but imagine Elisa de Almeida with S/O that’s really pretty but has a resting B face, always look tired or about to say something rude BUT she has the kindest soul, she always has a nice attitude, and is basically unable so say rude things to son because she’ll feel bad. ( my friend is like this she literally is the nicest human I’ve ever met)

softie - elisa de almeida

(a/n : hi anon! thanks for the request! this is actually my first request so i hope i did it justice! xoxo)

all your life, you have been told that you looked like a bitch by those who don’t know you very well. it did affect you when you were younger, not understanding why people thought of you that way even though you never acted like one. eventually, as you grew up, you stopped caring and instead, you started to embrace it.

you stopped trying to smile more, to look more “friendly”. you started to relax your face, and occasionally get thrown judgmental stares by the general public when you are out and about. especially since you play football, word spreads fast that psg is housing a cold-hearted striker.

that’s what you were known as. “cold”. your friends know better though. they know you were fearlessly loyal, and literally the nicest, and sweetest person alive.

you were known to be powerful and ruthless on the pitch, not taking shit from anyone. however, what the media and the fans didn’t see were the fond smiles shown to your teammates after each game, the gentle acts of services that you always provided; helping your teammates get coffee, being the first the volunteer when people needed help with something. too bad the fans didn’t see you that way.

the day rumours did start to spread like wild fire that you were dating the well known charismatic defender marked the start of your reputation crashing down. there were comments from fans like, “oh my god, how do they even work?”, and you gotta admit that sometimes it does hurt.

whenever you post your usual content on instagram and elisa comments on it with her usual “❤️”, your comment section gets real messy.

it’s easy to say that people just didn’t get why or how you two worked. you, the ruthless, cold-hearted woman, dating elisa, who was charming and bubbly, and to say the least, very smiley.

however, a few months ago, sakina posted on her instagram story a video of elisa just talking, but there you were in the background, staring with a love sick smile. needless to say, you thought the unsolicited comments would start to dial down now that your fans have seen the other side of you, but that was not the case.

“hi baby!” your voice sounds out from the hallway, sitting down to untie your shoes when you feel elisa looming over you. you look up at her with an awkward smile, seeing her with an amused smile with hands on her hips.

“hi.?” you are now confused, and elisa only laughs, taking out her phone and typing something before showing it to you. it was an edit of you, which you were shocked that she watched.

“you watch edits of me baby?” you question, brow raised trying to see her reaction, but she only shakes her head, pointing at the caption instead.

“has our fierce striker turned soft.? what?” you read out, face scrunched up into a frown as you start looking through the comment section. aside from the usual thirsty comments, one in particular caught your eye.

“oh i knew she was a big softie.. what the hell do you mean you knew?!” you practically yell at her phone, utterly shocked. you watch the edit again to see what they meant and you saw it. the clip of you staring at elisa, with eyes practically forming hearts with a fond grin.

“so.. not so cold anymore eh?” she takes the phone back and leans down so that her nose touches yours. she stares into your eyes with her piercing gaze, and you immediately shove her away, obviously flustered. you mumble a “no..” under your breath, trying to continue with what you were doing before elisa interrupted you.

“well, softie. i think things are about to get alot more interesting at our next match.” she hoists you up from the hallway bench and kisses you, lips searingly hot. you only kiss back with just as much energy, groaning when she presses you against the wall. at least now people know you aren’t just some bitch.

©️northsoulss 2023, all rights reserved.

[northsoulss]

the media thinking reader is in a relationship w some popular male footballer but she's actually with elisa and they soft (or hard) launch their relationship 🤭🤭

mon amour - elisa de almeida

(a/n : here it is! hopefully this is what you had in mind lol. this is quite a long one. writing this hit home, so i quite like how it turned out! thanks for the request xoxo)

growing up in a relatively conservative town, you never had the chance to express your identity as a queer individual. it was a constant internal battle, thinking something was wrong with you for liking someone of the same gender. things became more complicated when you began liking football, it being seen as more of a boy-ish sport.

thankfully, your hometown had a small women’s youth football club, and you begged your parents to allow you to sign on, which they begrudgingly accepted. hoping to meet other queer women, you went into football hopeful, but your ideas were quickly shut down when you realised a lot of them were straight. you continuously struggled with your sexuality as you grew up, fear taking over whenever you had the opportunity to come out. so you never did, remaining closeted for all your teenage years.

as you began to advance and become better at football, you wanted to make it a career, to do it professionally. eventually when you signed with psg a year ago, it was undoubtedly the best decision of your life. after moving to france, you finally got to experience a proper queer community with supportive people. you still made no move to come out, for you realised that there was no need to put it out there; to let everyone know that you were queer. so long as you were contented with what you identified as, nothing else really mattered. or so you thought.

over time as you became more popular and well known, you began to see that there are many upsides and downsides to being a public figure. on one hand, you have formed close bonds with other footballers of both genders and experienced nothing like you could have ever imagined. on the other hand, every time you posted something vaguely couple-ly with one of your friends, especially the guys, your fans would go nuts.

“is she dating him?”, “i knew they were together!” were the very common comments you would get when posting pictures with you and another footballer, who happened to be one of your very good guy friends, _(insert male name)_ , whom you hung out with quite often. you decided that one day you were sick of the comments, and posted something for pride, saying that you were proud to be a queer woman. lo and behold, that did not stop the comments.

lady luck must have been on your side for your team has been nothing but incredibly supportive of you coming out. at the same time, one of your teammates took this chance to snag you, and surprise, surprise. you fell head over heels for the woman and have been dating ever since.

you have decided to lay low for the first few months, trying your hardest not to post anything that would make the fans suspicious. however, one day you decided had enough of the speculations.

it was a lazy saturday, you and elisa were out at a quaint neighbourhood cafe having brunch, just enjoying the warm summer weather. it had been a few days after your 6 month anniversary, and you just couldn’t get enough of her. so, as sneakily as you could, you snapped a picture of her looking off into the distance, watching the kids at the playground goofing around with a small smile. too bad your phone wasn’t silenced, so a loud shutter sound was made and caused elisa to whip her head around.

she locks eyes with you, and you must have had the guiltiest expression on your face, because she immediately broke out in laughter. “what are you doing baby?” she laughs harder as your face reddens, her taking your hand in hers and rubbing small circles with her thumb.

“you just looked really good okay!” you defend yourself defiantly, showing her the photo that you took. she gives you a knowing look, before turning away to continue looking at the scenery around, a small smirk on her lips. there was a comfortable silence amongst you two, but your mind started to wonder. for a while now, you’ve been meaning to ask elisa about announcing your relationship. you were sick and tired on hiding things and being so secretive, but you were scared. you enjoy the privacy, the intimate looks given to each other across the room, the subtle electrifying touches on the pitch when you’re standing next to each other. you just don’t want to ruin things-

“what’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” elisa breaks you out of your thoughts, head tilted slightly to take a look at you. you were oddly silent for a while, and when elisa turned back around to see what you were doing, you were just staring into space, a dazed look on your face.

you swallow dryly, taking a deep breath. “i think i want to announce our relationship.” you say quickly, averting eye contact with her. you felt her hand tighten around yours, interlocking your fingers with hers. you look up at her timidly from your lap, and you see lines of worry etched onto her face. her brows furrowed slightly, her mouth in a taunt line.

“are you sure about this?” she questions, concern clear as day in her voice. she knew about your past, and you were the one who was more worried about the relationship compared to her. now that you were bringing this up, she had every right to be concerned.

“well, i’m just sick of people thinking i’m dating that meathead. i’m not. i’m dating you. you’re the one i love.” the moment the last sentence left your mouth, elisa swore her heart skipped a beat.

“a-are you very sure? there’s no going back after you announce this you know?” she looks into your eyes, searching for any signs of uncertainty or hesitation, but all she saw was determination.

“i’m sure, baby.” you smile at her, pressing a chaste kiss against the back of her hand. at that moment, elisa was so proud of you. you have come so far, and she knew how big of a step this was for you — to publicly announce that you were in a relationship with another woman.

“i’m proud of you, mon amour.” she wore a warm smile, eyes crinkled, the midday sunlight hitting her facial features just right. you pick up your phone to snap a picture, and this time you did not shy away from her, even asking her to give you her best smile.

before you left the cafe, you quickly posted it, tagging her and titling the caption as “the love of my life, @/elisadealmeida5. mon amour.🤍” of course, the fans were not impressed, but you didn’t care, for you were finally proud to be loud about your identity and your relationship, and the press and media are not going to get in the way of that.

later that night, as you lay in bed with your head on her chest, you get a phone call from your good guy friend. elisa raises a brow at you, and you shrug, picking it up and putting him on speaker.

“yo what’s up! you’re on speaker by the way.”

“you just had to do a hard launch huh?” he cuts to the chase, tone teasing, but proud. you groan, your hand coming up to cover your face.

“ugh c’mon! they were shipping me with you out of all people!” you tease back, looking at elisa who was staring at you, admiration in her eyes. you give her a soft smile, pressing a small kiss on her cheek.

“yeah, yeah, i know. proud of you, short stack. tell elisa i said hi!” and with that, he hung up. not long after, you received an instagram notification where he replied to your post. “i told you so.. what a man child.” you read his comment and smile knowingly, and put your phone away, turning around to face elisa again when she grabs your face and kisses you hard. you gasp into the kiss, melting into her lips. when she pulls away, she leans her forehead against yours, you panting slightly.

“i’ll say this again and again, and i know you’ll grow tired of it, but i’m so proud of you, mon amour, don’t forget that.” she finishes her sentence with another passionate kiss to your lips, smiling into the kiss.

[northsoulss]

dating you I - elisa de almeida

(a/n : i wrote this on a whim during my study break lol. this is how i think dating her would be like, of course take everything with a pinch of salt.)

whispers in the dark, trailing hands touching skin, giggles and laughter spilling from your lips. you stare at her, and she stares at you, eyes curved into crescent moons, crinkled skin with a crooked grin.

i. she looks at you like you hung the stars while you cook her childhood meal. she stares at your back from the kitchen island with a hand on her cheek as you pace around, taking different things from cupboards. you turn around, about to ask her to taste it to see if it needs more salt before pausing, seeing an intense lovesick expression on her face. in her eyes, you looked gorgeous, stray pieces of hair falling over that you tucked behind your ears, hair up in a messy bun, a light sheen of sweat on your forehead and arms. you only laugh, a massive flush creeping up onto your face. she only stares more whilst you shake your head, turning around so that she can’t see your flustered appearance.

ii. you think shes the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen as she helps you remove your makeup after a long day, eyes narrowed with concentration, lip pulled between her teeth to try not to get your makeup remover in your mouth. you laugh as she rubs your lips harshly with the cotton pad to get rid of your lipstick, a mischievous smile on her face.

iii. she thinks nothing could be more perfect than this, her lying face down with your body straddling her back. your warm hands slide up and down her tense back. you plant kisses along her spine as you make your way further down her body, each lingering touch sends an electric shock coursing through her body.

iv. after bad days, you know she would be waiting at home, despite her tiredness from trainings, with open arms and forehead kisses. her touch is comforting when you complain to her about how much of a bitch your boss is, her words like a soothing cup of tea on a cold winter morning.

v. she only realises how much you mean to her when after a fight, you still make an effort to plant sticky notes on the fridge for her to read before she goes to training.

“let’s make up? i promise good food when i’m back from work, love.”

she reads your hand writing completely smitten, looking at it as if you wrote her a poem. she takes the paper with a small smile on her lips, kissing it lightly before putting it in her wallet with the rest of the sticky notes that she has been collecting all year.

vi. you realise she is the one when hanging out with your friends, one of them asks you what is your vision of love and all you can think of is her laughter with that beautiful smile. you find her in all the small tasks you do, like finding a good song to listen to when doing chores, you get reminded of her telling you that this is her favourite song of all time, and it reminds her of you.

vii. when you’re laying in bed with her, face to face, your hearts beat in sync, and you unknowingly move closer to her. you recently read about when people hug, thats when two hearts are at their closest, literally inches apart. a small part of you thinks of that with a smile on your face and she doesn’t miss it. she wonders what you could be thinking of, but thoughts dissipate when when you tug her to your chest, so that the part of her that you love the most can be the closest to where your heart is. so that she can hear how your heart speeds up only for her.

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[northsoulss]

my love, mine all mine - elisa de almeida

(a/n : here’s a lil christmas prezzy from me to you! merry christmas everyone, and have a great year ahead. stay safe out there xoxo)

it was around midnight on a saturday, you and élisa laid in bed, limbs tangled in the sheets, holding each other dearly. you comb her hair back, her arms wrapped around your waist.

she had this adoring look in her eyes, a gentle smile on her face. the lights were dimmed, only a small fluorescent lamp that was on your bedside table lit up the room. despite all this, you looked at her and swore she has never glowed so bright. her face had a gorgeous warm hue, her eyes sparkling. such a warm brown gaze, ones that held that intense stare for you and you only. feeling her chest against your stomach, her slow breaths a constant reminder of how close you two actually were.

you’ve wondered how you got so lucky, meeting her a year ago at a coffee shop where you spilled tea all over her shirt. you remembered apologising profusely, offering all the laundry services you could ever think of while she only laughed, finding the way you panicked adorable.

“is there something on my face, amor?” she teases, jolting you out of your thoughts.

“beauty.” you comeback, sincerity clear in your voice, causing a blush to creep onto her face. she lets out a bashful laugh, a grin plastered across her lips.

she moves up so that she can she could face you directly with a groan, thighs still sore from just now. you could not get over how beautiful she was, every crinkle in her skin, every freckle, every imperfection.

you brushed away a stray piece of hair that had fallen over, her eyes fluttering shut.

“how can someone be so pretty..” you mumbled, fingers outlining her nose, lips and jaw. she only stares, admiration clear for you to see.

in her eyes, you were everything she had ever wanted, everything she ever dreamed of having. oh how she loved the way you always relished her with your words, how you were always so gentle. she watches you as you continue to mumble, eyes drooping sleepily. her eyes flick over your upper body, trying to preserve this image of you in her mind. you looked magnificent, the afterglow of your intimate moments clear on your face, chest flushed and swollen.

looking back up to your face, she realises you dozed off, eyes shut with a bit of drool on the side of your mouth. she chuckles, taking her phone to quickly snap a picture before admiring it.

around half an hour later, you wake up groggily, seeing elisa on her phone next to you. she must have just showered, her hair wet and on her forehead, a loose black t-shirt on her body.

“oh baby, why did you wake up? i was just about to sleep.” she turns to look at you, her brows furrowed as she caresses your face. you shake her hand off to snuggle into her side, your mouth blowing puffs of air into her side, making her giggle uncontrollably.

“h-hey! don’t do that!” she says between laughs, dragging your body up so that you laid on top of her. resting your chin on her chest, she continues to use her phone, quickly setting her alarm for the next day before placing it beside her. she takes you into her arms, the warmth of her skin and the smell of her freshly washed hair making you drowsy.

before you fell asleep, you slowly mumbled, “you know, you remind me of a taylor swift song that i really like.”

“oh?” she questions curiously, turning to look down at your smushed face.

“it’s called “sparks fly”. it describes what i feel when i’m with you.” your voice trails off, sleep slowly consuming you.

“it must sound amazing then.” at that statement, you look up at her with an unamused expression, her face smug with a small smirk on her lips.

“oh get over yourself.” you roll away, back now facing her. you feel the bed shift, her face now in the crook of your neck.

“you love me.” she nuzzles her nose into your hair, pressing a gentle kiss to your nape.

“yes, yes i do.”

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[northsoulss]

for my entertainment - élisa de almeida

a/n : let’s pretend élisa can speak english yeah?

after a long and hard day at training, élisa finally got home, and wanted nothing more than to shower, eat, and cuddle with you. jiggling the keys to your shared apartment, she pushes the door open tiredly, hoping to see you lounging on the couch, but you weren’t there. she furrows her brows, wondering where you could be, until she heard you belting out your laughter and giggles down the hallway.

when she cracks open the door to the study, she sees you lumped on the office chair, phone in hand with a very happy look on your face. you must have been taking a break from studying, seeing that your textbooks and laptop were still open with your stationary messily scattered on the table.

she stood there for a while, watching you with a grin and you continued to giggle, wiping your eyes every now and then. she could no longer help herself, going over to where you sat and hugging your shoulders.

“what’s so funny amor(love)?” she glances at your phone, only to see herself on it, with the caption titled as “elisa core”. you jolt and immediately move your phone out of her reach, just missing her hand by an inch.

“nothing!” you say sheepishly, holding your phone behind your back, dodging her grabs as she tries to manoeuvre around you.

“are you watching funny videos of me?” she questions, tone accusatory with a hand on her chest.

“oh i would never, baby.” you stifle a laugh, your lips forming a thin line as she narrows her eyes at you.

“let me see!” she finally snatches your phone away, making your shriek in shock. you fail miserably at getting it back, the taller woman just shoving you away when you tried to pry her hands from it. she moves away, standing in the doorway whilst watching the video, hand on your chest to prevent you from tackling her.

she watches it with a slightly pained expression, an embarrassed laugh escaping her lips when the video ended. she looks at you with pursed lips, a shy smile on her face. she lets out a laugh seeing your guilty expression, shaking her head when you continue to try and take your phone back.

“hey! this is a prized video, okay? i love it so much.” you say possessively, voice proud and eyes defiant.

“what am i going to do with you..” she mutters, hand resting on her hips, mouth opening to say something, but then closing when she could not find the right words.

“you know, when we first started dating 6 months ago, i didn’t expect you to do this kind of stuff amor. you seemed so sweet and not evil.” she jokes, hand reaching to your face and pulling at your cheek, your face contorting into a frown.

“let go of me!” you grab her hands and try to pull them off, but she spins you around, and traps you against the wall.

“no! i come home, hoping to see you greet me with a kiss and ask, “oh how was your day?”, but no! you watch funny videos of me, and don’t even look at me.”

“but you’re so cute in that video!” you try to explain, but your confidence diminishes under her stare, stuttering and averting eye contact with her.

“well, i guess you’ll just have to make it up to me in the shower right?” she leans in closer, your lips barely grazing hers. she quickly pulls away when you try to kiss her, an offended gasp coming from you.

“élisa, come on baby!” you whine, watching her cross her arms with an amused grin on her face.

“now, thats what i call pay back, amor!” she yells as she walks away, wearing a cheeky smile that made you melt. you stood there for a while, trying to process what just happened before elisa yells out again, breaking you out of your trance.

“are you coming or not?” she stood in the bathroom, clad in only her sports bra and underwear. you swore you’ve never stripped so fast, running to where she was, her hands reaching to hold you fondly. clearly your study session was long forgotten.

“i’ll forgive you.. if you let me game tonight.” she reasons as she helps you move your last piece of clothing, eyes pleading and looking at you with her best smile, knowing that you would give in eventually. you finally agree, elisa pumping her fist in the air when she finally got what she wanted.

“you’re the best! you can game with me, mon amor(my love).” she takes you into her arms, turning on the water to the hottest setting. cradling your face in her hands, she rubs her nose against yours, a soft kiss pressed onto your lips. you link your arms around her neck, her hands moving to your waist as she deepens the kiss. when you pulled away, her eyes were dilated and her chest heaving, you wondered how could she be so gorgeous.

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as usual, after dinner she played fifa until she passed out with you on the couch, you sleeping way earlier than she did, laying on her chest. you wouldn’t have wanted it any other way, her arms wrapped protectively around you — providing nothing but a safe and warm embrace that you will always come back to.

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for reference there are the tiktoks that i saw that got me inspired for this lols :

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bad day - elisa de almeida

(a/n: when i wrote this i was not feeling great about myself, so i hope that if you are feeling bad about yourself, then you’ll know you’re not alone. xoxo muahs)

today was just not your day. with game day coming up, you have been on edge for the past week and today sparked it all coming down. it started off with you face planting while doing drills in the morning. you were just moving, doing drills that would help with agility when you kicked the dirt, causing you to fall forward and eat it. to make matters worse, you nearly twisted your ankle during the practice match in the afternoon, being told to sit out by your coach in fear that you’ll actually hurt yourself.

“what on god’s green earth is happening right now?” you muttered to yourself while you sat on the sidelines, watching the rest of your teammates play and yell. you held your head in your hands, while your manager sat on your left to monitor you. after checking that you were all okay, he sighs, putting his hands on his hips. he looked like your primary school english teacher, arms always on her hips whenever she was about to lecture her students.

“get your head in the game yeah? we all have bad days so cheer up!” he pats your shoulder, squeezing before pulling away, going down the the field to talk to your coach.

what a pep talk that was.

while you were off the pitch sulking, your bad mood did not go unnoticed by elisa. she was worried about you, offering to stay with you while you rested but you brushed her off, insisting that you were fine. she knew something was off about you today, but you just weren’t telling her. too engrossed in her thoughts, she mistakenly passed the ball to the wrong person, grace yelling at her from across the field in confusion. she yells back an apology, thinking to herself that she will find you later.

at around 7.30pm, training had just ended, all the girls coming to pick things up from the changing rooms before leaving. elisa stepped foot into the room, hoping to see you waiting for her, but you were nowhere to be seen. you have been avoiding her all day, since the moment you tripped this morning.

“have you seen __? she’s not responding to my texts.” she asks sakina while picking up your bag and tidying your things. she only gives elisa a shrug, and a shake of her head.

“she’s probably boxing to let off steam. today’s not a good day for her.” the moment those last words left sakina’s mouth, elisa beelined for the gym, wanting nothing more than to see you. true enough, you were there, hair pulled back and clad with boxing gloves, repeatedly hitting the punching bag with anger. sweat was dripping down your face that was contorted with frustration, giving the punching bag a good last kick before dropping to the floor. you laid there, panting, your chest heaving. you reach for your bottle and jolt when your see elisa standing there, arms crossed with a stormy expression on her face.

“are you done?” she asks, a bite to her voice. it sounded like worry, mixed with anger. there was also a tenderness to it, like she knew you would be here, letting out all your anger.

“yeah.” you sit up, peering at her with your head dipped down. you felt like a child getting scolded, and yet she didn’t say anything to express her frustration. she sighs, taking a t-shirt out of her duffle bag and throwing it to you to change into. you catch it and before you could pull your shirt over your head, she catches your hands, giving you a shake of her head. she brings you to a now empty changing room, settling down your things and helping you change. after you change, you sit down on the bench wordlessly, waiting for elisa to lecture you on not taking care of yourself again. instead, it never comes. she sits down next to you, a warm hand on your knee.

“you okay?” she asks, her eyes searching into yours, seeing all the frustration and anger that you’ve felt throughout the day. crumbling under her piercing gaze, you turn away, your chest feeling twenty times heavier.

“i dont know,” you mumble, chewing on your bottom lip.

“why is that?” elisa prods gently, her fingers now intertwined with yours on your lap. you pause for a moment, your throat closing and your mouth dry.

“it feels like im doing everything wrong.” you say dejectedly whilst sighing. “no matter how hard i try, things are just not working out. i’m tired of it.” you turn to look at her, her eyes already trained to your face. oh those eyes. those eyes that held so much worry you felt as if the dam you worked so hard on making is starting to break. she wipes the tear that fell from your eye, and the rest that started streaking down your cheeks. you pulled her close, tucking your head into her chest as she rests her chin on your shoulder. pressing a gentle kiss to your hair, she rubs small circles on your back, feeling your shoulders rise and fall with every sniffle.

after a while of sitting there in silence, she pulls away slowly, wiping your face once more with the sleeve of her shirt. “do you want to go home?” with that soft voice, she takes your face in her hands, the warmth spreading heat into your cold cheeks. you nod shallowly, giving her a weak smile.

“c’mon then. let’s go home.” you let her pull you out of the changing room, a protective hand wrapped around your waist as you walk to the car. we all have bad days, and you were glad you had elisa with you to get through them.

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[northsoulss]

hush - elisa de almeida

(a/n : this is a really short one.. i’m slowly getting back into writing mid exam season lols, but im glad im finally getting this out lol. its been in my requests since like, the start of january? omg. but anyways, hope u enjoy!!! xoxo)

link to the request ->

“oi babe! can you come here for a sec?” you called from the kitchen, holding a forkful of pasta in your hand. the smell of roasted tomatoes and herbs filled the house, elisa appearing seconds after you called, almost trailing after the smell.

“my god, what is that delicious smell?” she stands next to you, mouth watering, eyes staring hungrily at the pan. you lift the fork to her mouth, but she yanks it out of your hand and stuffs it into her mouth.

“elisa!” “wha?” she says incoherently, her mouth full of pasta. she looked adorable, her cheeks stuffed, brows furrowed — almost like a hangry french chipmunk, but you would never tell her that. you shake your head, pressing a chaste kiss to her cheek before starting to plate the food.

“yeah, so she said, why are you so obsessed with me? and obviously, i was shocked! like why would she say that?” you rambled on, hands fialing dramatically, hands coming up to rest against your temples. it was roughly thirty minutes later, you two were sitting at the kitchen island chatting and laughing. elisa only watched, a fork in her pasta, slowly twirling the noodles as she listened; you were always expressive when you talked, eyes lit with emotion, mouth moving rapidly as you spoke.

“and i said, without missing a beat by the way! well if you’re going to talk out of your ass at least turn around so that i can hear you better!” you slam your hands down and yell like you’re the referee in a wrestling match and elisa chokes, nearly spitting out her food. she hunches over and heaves, uncontrollable laughter spilling from her lips.

“did you really say that?” she says bewildered, wiping her mouth and taking a big gulp of water. you had the “yeah, duh.” look on your face, and you open your mouth to continue to speak, but a piece of chicken was quickly shoved in your mouth, effectively shutting you up.

you stare at her, mildly offended that she cut you off like that before she leans over and kisses your lips. “i think if you continue talking you’ll have to bring me to the hospital for a blocked windpipe.” you chew on the chicken, at a loss for words as elisa continues to eat her food, a smug grin on her face.

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