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alonetimelover · 7 months

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pairing: Newey!reader x Lando Noriss

fc: Sydney Sweeney

summary: When Redbull - the team she supported since being a child - didn't want to let her design the 2023 car, she needed to find someone that would. Here came McLaren, which she brought back to life. And maybe she helped one driver, too. Not only behind the wheel.

warnings: swearing, misogynistic comments

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mclaren

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mclaren Look who's here at the Bahrain Circuit 💋 ynnewey

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ynnewey hello, admin! please take more photos of me when they turn out like this!!!

⤷ mclaren ON IT, BOSS

⤷ landogirly not admin being in love with yn

⤷ mclaren don't act like you're not

maxverstappen1 Traitor.

⤷ ynnewey go away, maximilian. don't you have a test to do?

⤷ maxverstappen1 Done and ready to beat you

⤷ ynnewey it's a long game, babes

⤷ maxverstappen1 We'll see about that

oscarpiastri need to work on that manicure

⤷ ynnewey only if you do one with me

landonorris that's not papaya

⤷ ynnewey I'm learning, landoooo. give me some credit

⤷ landonorris you're new(ey) to it, i get it

⤷ norizzlann that was so bad lando

⤷ formula1fan93 norizz lando at his best

landogirly why is nobody talking about max and yn flirting in the comments?????

⤷ ynneweyfan flirting?? they've been friends for years. and Max is in a relationship

⤷ maxfan93 well, they did date when they were younger

⤷ landogirly NO WAY???? WHY DID I NOT KNOW ABOUT IT??

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f1gossippage

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f1gossippage YN NEWEY was seen arriving at the McLaren Technology Centre after the rather disastrous Bahrain Grand Prix.

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landogirly yn newey in you we trust 🙏🙏🙏

landonorizz please please please we need upgrades

ynneweyfan yn yn yn our saviour

formula1fan93 can she really upgrade them from those engine failures? it's like building another car

formula1fan99 i so want upgrades because without them max is going to be 20 sec in front of everybody....

hater9 working in that?? yeah sure

⤷ ynneweyfan have you heard of changing rooms? and something called working clothes? and maybe, just maybe thought about not commenting on people's appearances?

hater59 you think she'll help you, McLaren? suuuure

hater83 yet another failure

hater99 what is she even going to do? powder the side of the car and put mascara on it?

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mclaren

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mclaren Home race week! And look who is back in the paddock?! Our favourite ynnewey is back with her magic!

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mclaren oh, look! lando and oscar are here, too... hello, boys

ynnewey I'm blushing, admin... where are you??

⤷ mclaren wherever you need me

⤷ ynneweyfan SIMP!

⤷ mclaren ynneweyfan and I am PROUD OF IT

landonorris it's an honour to be remembered when the YN Newey is in the paddock

⤷ oscarpiastri and they even included us in photos!!!!

⤷ ynnewey more enthusiasm, boys

landonorris YN NEWEY IS IN THE PADDOCK????? NO WAY !!!!

⤷ ynnewey that's better, thank you

oscarpiastri HAVE YOU SEEN HER??? QUEEN !!!

⤷ ynnewey you're winning this round Oscar

⤷ landonorris boooo

landogirly MOTHER IS BACK

landogirly mother please say you bring podium worthy upgrades

⤷ ynnewey 👀

ynneweyfan is this yn newey fan account?

⤷ mclaren duh

maxverstappen1 Who are you supporting with that boring outfit?

⤷ ynnewey go away you and your RB merch

⤷ maxverstappen1 Gladly. P1 is awaiting

⤷ landonorris now even a moment without you

⤷ maxverstappen1 Cry about it, I won't see it from the front row

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ynnewey

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ynnewey P2 and P3 after quali and P2 and P4 after the race???? im so proud of my papaya boys!!! oscarpiastri my favourite rookie and landonorris the menace that you are (stop stealing my phone) CONGRATULATIONS 🎉🎉🎉🎉

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oscarpiastri wouldn't be possible without the upgrades you and the team brought us!

⤷ ynnewey now i need you on the podium, i cleared mys storage to take LOTS of photos

⤷ oscarpiastri protect your phone from lando or it's gonna be his face only

⤷ landonorris i have a very nice face to look at, thank you

maxverstappen1 Not even a photo or a word about my win? Are we friends?

⤷ ynnewey people are bored max, go away winning somewhere else

⤷ maxverstappen1 Nah, I like beating your boy

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⤷ maxverstappen1 Nah, I like beating your 'papaya boys'

landonorris podium in our home race! LFG BABYYYYYY

⤷ ynnewey please stop taking selfish on my phone

⤷ landonorris i know you love it

landonorris all thanks to you and the team

⤷ ynnewey stop it! or im gonna blush

⤷ landonorris you'll match that pretty lipstick

ynneweyfan WE ARE BACK BABY !!!!

ynneweyfan YN YN YN THE QUEEN THAT YOU ARE

landogirly lando podium after this disastrous beginning of the season???? we are so back

landofan92 so we're not talking about all this flirting in the comments??? my boy is smitten

maxfan93 the way that Max praised YN's job saying that no team has been closer this year to overtake him and make him lose positions

⤷ ynneweyfan he knows what's up!

landoynfan WHY ARE YOU NOT TALKING ABOUT MAX'S DELETED COMMENT? WHO IS HER BOY?????

⤷ landogirly only one true answer - Lando

⤷ ynneweyfan please be true please be true please be true

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f1gossippage

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f1gossippage New F1 power couple unlocked? Today, fans spotted McLaren driver, Lando Norris, and McLaren designer, YN Newey, at the Max Verstappen yacht in Monaco!

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ynneweyfan OH GOD

ynneweyfan I don't want to believe rumours and those photos could be taken in an unfortunate moment but my delusion is taking me places

landogrily LANDO HAS GAME TO PULL THE YN NEWEY???

landofan93 is that really them?

f1fan92 is it even legal? don't they work together?

⤷ landofan93 it all depends on company policy, i think

maxandynfan i love how max is their third wheel or the wingman

⤷ ynneweyfan YES! simultaneously being her ex??? i love when people who loved each other once can still manage being friends

⤷ ynsmybestie yn said multiple times that Max is her first love and she could never stop loving him. max said the same about not being able to forget your first love but converting it from the romantic to almost domestic

⤷ ynneweyfan yes! and the way Kelly and P love her is undeniable

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landonorris and ynnewey added to their IG stories!

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Watch: Oscar and Lando take the lie detector test! from McLaren YouTube channel!

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ynnewey and landonorris added to their IG stories!

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ynnewey

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ynnewey 💐🫶

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danielricciardo my photos made it to the dump, i know that's right

⤷ ynnewey couldn't resist really, danny

maxverstappen1 IT IS CONFIRMED ?!

⤷ ynnewey this is the most excitement you showed in the last few years

⤷ maxverstappen1 Because you didn't update the situation to me!

⤷ ynnewey Muffins?

⤷ maxverstappen1 😊

oscarpiastri second post in a row to make an appearance 🤗 are you playing favourites?

⤷ ynnewey shhhh, someone might get jealous

landonorris nice flowers

⤷ ynnewey thx!

landogirly STAY CALM STAY CALM STAY CALM

landogirly STAY FREAKING CALM

landogirly MY WIFE IS SOFT LAUNCHING??? AND IT'S NOT ME?

landogirly cannot believe that lando bagged a baddie like yn

ynneweyfan EXCUSE ME

ynneweyfan orange flowers ✔️ cutie patootie boyfriend ✔️ slightly spicy mirror photo ✔️ THIS IS WHAT I CALL THE SOFT LAUNCH

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hater94 oh so now oscar can be sure to be forgotten on new upgrades, eh?

hater03 don't you work together?

hater93 now we know how and why you got the job

⤷ landonorris Hard work, sleepless nights and unimaginable amount of hours studying, understanding and perfecting all the concepts to upgrade our cars to fight for podiums? Yes, this is exactly how and why YN got the job.

⤷ landogirly LOUDER FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK!!!

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landonorris

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landonorris nothing soft about us

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ynnewey what is this caption???

⤷ landonorris come to the living room and find out

⤷ danielricciardo LANDO! you're a baby! STOP IT

⤷ maxverstappen1 That's disgusting.

ynnewey Loooooove youuuu 🫶

⤷ landonorris nah, I love you ❤️

maxverstappen1 You are very welcome. And now stop smooching near me, that's disgusting

⤷ ynnewey boooo

danielricciardo little lando has a girlfriend 🥹

oscarpiastri Favourism!

⤷ landonorris oh shut up

⤷ ynnewey You're still my favourite, Oscah

⤷ landonorris excuse me???

landogirly HARD LAUNCH

ynneweyfan the hottest couple on the paddock

landofan93 yn looking like a goddess she is

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landofan84 not him getting a girlfriend before me

landofan02 bagged a baddie and is going to throw it at our faces at any point he gets

⤷ landonorris you are so right

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#f1 x reader #formula 1 x reader #lando norris x reader #lando norris x you #lando norris fic #lando norris social media au #lando norris one shot #lando norris fanfic #lando norris fluff

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norrisainz33 · 21 days

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Cover girl || LS2

☆ summary: logan’s dating a rather famous singer who isn’t your typical wag

☆ pairing: logan sargeant x reader

☆ fc & warnings: billie eilish and suggestive with mild haters. you are responsible for the content you consume

☆ requested: yes!! i’m sorry this has taken so long. thank you for requesting 🫶🏻

ﾟ. ✿ ୨❤︎୧⠀✿ . ﾟ

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ynuser: life’s been real good recently

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user1: LOGAN SPOTTED

user2: mother is mothering so hard

user3: still gutted that she’s dating that man

user4: and i’m gutted he’s dating her 🤢

user3: nah i know you didn’t disrespect her like that

yourbff: give me my hat back!!!!

ynuser: no :) it’s mine now! hope this helps

ynupdates: new music when?!

logansargeant: my baby girl 🤤

ynuser: my baby boy

user4: logan blink twice if you need help

user3: YOU need help user4

user5: i was at that show!! you slayed so hard, i sobbed my eyes out

user6: no it was literally everything i love her. did you see someone who looked like logan dancing around in the vip section or was it just me

user5: NO I SAW HIM TOO BUT I WASNT SURE

user6: ugh i love them

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ynuser: omg what a great story logan!

logansargeant: yea i wonder who posted it 🙄

ynuser: wrong answer

logansargeant: best content i’ve ever posted 😍😍😍 prettiest girl in the whole wide world 🤤🤤🤤🤤

ynuser: better 😘

user99: y/n/n not dressing like a teenage boy challenge failed

lilymhe: y/n!!!!!!!!! 🤍🤍🤍🤍

logansargeant: lilllyyyyyyy!!!!! - y/n/n

ynupdates: our girl 🫶🏻

alex_albon: when u coming to a race fr

logansargeant: the second im allowed to physically fight will**ms - y/n/n

alex_albon: whelp fair enough… guess i’m not seein ya

logansargeant: are you guys not coming to my show in milan anymore?! -y/n

alex_albon: we are im just being dramatic

user20: how logan bagged this baddie…. i will never know

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logansargeant: another race weekend in the books! p.s swipe for a surprise

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user22: solid race weekend logie bear

user2: sargenation loves you so very much logan, i hope you know that

ynuser: he does bb 🫶🏻

user2: ogmgogmogkgogmgbakfg YAY

ynuser: vroom vroom 🤤

logansargeant: let’s ride 😏

user20: charli mentioned 🫨

user43: y/n i’m begging you to make an appearance in the paddock

user34: the paddock could never handle the brilliance of y/n plus i think she’d have words with j****

user43: and i’m absolutely begging her to tell the lot of them off 😭😫

oscarpiastri: solid surprise! thanks for sharing!

logansargeant: 🤔

ynuser: osc are you still mad at me for taking your girl out on a date?

oscarpiastri: 🙄 no

user18: 🇺🇸🦅🇺🇸🦅🇺🇸🦅🇺🇸🦅

user52: so close to loints! we are proud of you logan

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ynuser: surprise! i’m on the cover of vogue and my new album comes out in exactly 1 month from today 🤍

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user22: i am looking 🫣 respectfully

user54: holy moly i knew she was a baddy but WOW

lilyzneimer: hottest vogue cover i’ve ever seen

ynuser: it’d be hotter if you were on it

user33: i am better than no man

user55: logan sergeant you lucky lucky lucky man

sabrinacarpenter: i think im in love with you

ynuser: 🤭 don’t make me blush

logansargeant: my girl is gorgeous god damn

ynuser: your girl 🤍

logansargeant: i cant wait for everyone to hear your new music baby

ynupdates: this is not a drill !!! i repeat this is not a drill!!! we are getting new music!

user54: and you been hidin allat????

erling.haaland: 😍

user66: now what in the world are you doing here erling

user55: the duality of this woman is insane

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lilymhe: yes

lilyzneimer: yes

yourbff: yes

iamrebeccad: yes

user23: my god yes wtf

user85: yea 😔

alex_albon: MY EYES 😭

logansargeant: stop looking at my girlfriend!!!

alex_albon: mate you were the one who posted it

logansargeant: blah blah blah

user38: damn she is eating this up

ynupdates: i’m not sure if i want to be her or you more but yes i am jealous

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ynuser: award szn with my best friend 🤍

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user77: i feel like im interrupting something with that second pic

user66: that dress is absolutely gorgeous

lilymhe: very demure, very cutesy, very mindful

ynuser: you get me

logansargeant: black looks good on you but i look better 😏

ynuser: you know it 😍

alex_albon: get a room 😭

ynupdates: mother you amaze me. the body is tea

troyesivan: you are my idol

ynuser: stop it bb you’re mine

user55: serving BODY

julianalvarez: hermosa

user88: ok ms girl is in her serving body era i see

user99: i love you both so dearly

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logansargeant: summer break vibes

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user87: mr americana

user66: forever jealous about how logan gets to see a different side of y/n than all of us

kyle_kirkwood: hot boy summer

logansargeant: you know it

alex_albon: why aren’t you texting me back

logansargeant: man i texted you back a couple days ago

user43: logan sargeant the man that you are

user68: loints incoming , mans is well rested and happy

ynuser: my favorite frat boy

logansargeant: 😉

user98: logan being happy is all that i ever wanted

ynupdates: thanks for the y/n content logan!! you will forever be my favorite vroom vroom guy

user46: RAHHHHHH. so excited for you to race again after summer break!!

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user2: thank you for the sign of life y/n

user87: we miss him so much already

user27: where he goes we go

kyle_kirkwood: i hope you both join us in milwaukee this weekend 🫶🏻

alex_albon: i love you both no matter what

user37: i’m glad he’s got you

lilyzneimer: sending lots of love my dear

ynupdates: we love you logan. y/nnation is behind you every step of the way and is riding at dawn to take down will**ms

oscarpiastri: take care of him

user65: sargenation stands by logan no matter what

ﾟ. ✿ ୨❤︎୧⠀✿ . ﾟ

a/n: thanks for reading!! i’ve been struggling with writers block and have lost steam but will do my best to keep getting through the requests!! also i am gutted for logan , i miss him already

ﾟ. ✿ ୨❤︎୧⠀✿ . ﾟ

disclaimer: pictures are not mine and everything i write is fiction

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pixiesfz · 8 months

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would you write for alexia putellas?

okay I always find it hard to write for Alexia but I finally thought of a good plot

inspired by Olivia Rodrigo's unaired song

prison for life a.p

plot: you've always been independent in life but when Alexia walks in you cant help but want her to protect you.

warning: idk

You sat in front of an interviewer in front of the goal posts as he asked questions about your new signing to Barcelona FC.

"So what caused the change from United to here?" he asked and you smiled "Change of scenery I think, there is nothing wrong with the club and I cherish every memory I have there" The interviewer nodded his head "So you don't feel for the comments saying you are moving just to get wins under your belt?" he asked slowly, almost as if he was scared to ask the question.

Your eyes slightly squinted at him but you leaned back as you remembered it is only his job "I'm a big girl" you smirked "I'm not going to listen to comments left on my Instagram because they're not the ones controlling my movements, I am" you said with a nod.

The interviewer smiled, impressed with your answer as the camera stopped rolling "You're very good with the media" he complimented you as he packed up his set "thanks" you smiled before returning to practice.

As you reached the other side of the pitch Keira turned to you "any personalized questions?" she asked and you shrugged "talked a little bit about the rumors of why I moved but that's all" Keira nodded "I will say in this team you get asked more personal questions so I'm here if you need" she suggested and you nodded "I'll be fine" you reassured her "yeah?" she asked "I'm good at protecting myself".

You had moved to Barcelona for a change of scenery but to also spend more time with your girlfriend Alexia who lived and breathed the club.

She was injured at the moment so she wasn't at a lot of the trainings and would appear at some games, she was very protective but you knew that... to an extent.

Your whole life you had protected yourself from the prying eyes of others and didn't rely on anyone else so whenever someone offered to help you, you always declined.

They didn't need to, you had yourself sorted.

But as your early weeks turned into months at Barcelona more interviewers and fans started asking more questions and players on the pitch were starting to recognize some of your go to traits which ended in more tackles, risky tackles.

You had never played in the same team as Alexia yet but as she was getting better and sat on the bench you saw her eyes darken whenever a tackle on you was played.

When the game ended you walked over to the bench where she sat and took the water bottle she had out for you "you know if looks could kill Ellie Carpenter would be six feet under" you joked as the girl had slide tackled you at least five times during the game.

"I don't like it when they try and hurt you" she shrugged and you smiled, leaning over to place her hair behind her ear "it's apart of the game Ale, it's her job and she is good at it." you told the blonde and she rolled her eyes "they hurt you, I hurt them" she shrugged before walking off into the change rooms.

You stayed in your place as you watched her go.

"She's so protective of you" Mapi scoffed as she watched your interaction with Ingred "you know it wouldn't hurt if you were that protective over me" Ingred teased "Alexia would go to prison for life if anyone laid a finger on her"

You furrowed your eyebrows at the couple as they walked away from you still babbling about how Mapi could be more protective of Ingred.

You looked around the crowd before walking around to say hello and sign t-shirts for the crowd.

You always did the lap, some girls stopped every now and then because some of the fans could be too much but you were always good, protecting yourself when something would go too far.

But when a man tried to convince you to take off your playing shirt and give it to him you thought about Mapi's words.

You wish you had Alexia here to protect you.

But you had never invited her too, always making excuses for people or sticking up for yourself.

You knew you could protect yourself but you wouldn't mind Alexia saving you.

You bid the man farewell as he groaned at your non-willingness to take off the top.

When you went home that night you took another hot shower as Alexia cooked dinner you couldn't stop smiling over the fact that Alexia cared so much about you.

When you got out of the shower and changed, you went to the kitchen and wrapped your arms around Alexia's toned stomach.

"comfortable?" she asked and you nodded "very" Alexia laughed "almost done, go put something on the TV" she suggested and you nodded, kissing her back which was covered by a singlet and walking to the couch and picking a television show.

You sat in the corner as you waited for Alexia, your mind wondering into situations where Alexia could save you and how her arms could hold you oh her arms-

"penny for your thoughts?" Alexia said as she put your plate down in front of you "not thinking much" you shrugged and Alexia rolled her eyes "I know when something is on your mind amor" she said and you ducked your head into your arms out of embarrassment.

"It's silly"

"I doubt it is" Alexia moved closer to you and picked up your head with her fingers so you would face her "are you okay?"

"I'm fine I just-" you stopped yourself and Alexia nodded for you to go along.

"Well my whole life I've always stood up for myself and solved my all problems" you started and Alexia nodded "I know, it's one of the things I love about you"

You blushed as she kissed your cheek "And today when I saw your eyes on the pitch and then what you said after the game I realized that I can also allow you to protect me" you said softly

"And I just really like the fact that I have you and that you care about me so much to even suggest hurting someone who hurt me" you laughed at the end.

"I would do more than just hurt them" Alexia quipped and you smirked "would you say you would end up going to prison?" you asked, thinking of Mapi's comment from earlier.

"For life".

#woso x reader #woso #alexia putellas #alexia putellas x reader

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pitchsidestories · 6 months

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Just a little crush II Kim Little x Beattie!Reader

masterlist I word count: 3192

a/n: sorry, It's a lengthy one, but we hope you still enjoy it. ❤️

“Lee, who’s that girl talking to Jen?”, Kim Little asked Arsenal’s vice-captain while licking her lips nervously. They and some other family and friends gathered for a party to send Jen Beattie off who was going to California to join Bay FC.

There was something about that young woman standing next to her friend which was making her feel and think things the midfielder never did before, but she didn’t want to dwell on them any further as it would lead to much more questions and less clear answers.

Amused Leah Williamson raised her eyebrows:” Oh Kimmy, you don’t recognize her? It’s Jennis baby sister, she’s fresh out of Edinburgh University!”

“That’s not Jen’s sister! She looked so much younger last time.”, the Scottish woman shook her head in disbelief.

Still smiling the England captain replied: “Yes, it’s, she’s 25 now.”

“Oh wow.”, Kim muttered.

Noisily Beth Mead took part in their conversation:” Who are you two gossiping about? I want to know.”

“Jens little sis.”, Leah answered with a smug smile on her face.

“She turned into a real beauty, right?”, the blonde forward winked watching Kim turning red.

Much to her dismay the defender noticed it:” think our captain would agree with you.”

“Stop it.. I’m not.”, Kim explained slightly embarrassed.

“Having a little crush?”, Beth teased her teammate grinning.

Tuning in Steph Catley chirmed:” Oh Kim, that’s so cute.”

“I don’t have a crush.”, their captain disagreed. She felt relived when Jen came along distracting from the gossiping football players.

“Hi guys, remember my little sister?”, the tall Scottish defender asked.

Cheerful you greeted them:” Hi, everyone.”

“Hello great to see you again. Even though the reason is kind of sad.”, Beth responded with a sad smile.

Empathetically you nodded:” No, I agree but shamefully can’t wait to visit her soon in Cali.”

“You all act like I’m disappearing forever.”, your big sister laughed. Even though you knew the farewell felt equally as bittersweet to her.

Quickly Lia Wälti hugged her: “We can’t help how we’re feeling, Jen. It’s a big loss for us and a big win for Bay FC.”

“You girls are the sweetest.”, Jen whispered, she was so grateful for the friendships she made during her time at Arsenal.

Big eyed Steph Catley responded:” I’ll miss my favourite neighbour.”

“I’ll miss living next to you too, Steph.”, the defender answered truthfully.

This was the moment you found the time to talk to Kim directly to express your gratitude towards her:” Thanks for letting me stay at your place for a few weeks, Kim.”

“You’re welcome. Now that your sister can’t let you stay anymore.”, the older woman waved it off.

“I really appreciate it.”

With a small smile the midfielder told you in a reassuring tone:” You can stay as long as you want. Don’t worry about it.”

“I’m sure you’ll have a great time together.”, Jen intervened confidently.

You gave your sister a nod: “I’m sure we’ll.“

As the evening progressed, the atmosphere became more and more relaxed. You felt right at home with your sisters teammates who happily shared stories about Jen with and made sure your glass was never empty.

It was only after midnight that Kim appeared right in front of you, reaching out a hand towards you: “Come, I’ll get you home.“

“Now?“, you asked, surprised by how drunk you sounded already.

Kim just raised an eyebrow but did not comment on it: “Yes, it’s late.“

“Bye, Jen!“, you shouted across the room to your sister while Kim helped you into your coat.

With one swift motion, Jen came over and pulled you into a tight hug: “Bye, you two.“

Luckily, the way home in Kims car was short. You were by sleep and found it difficult to keep your eyes open. Once Kim led you into the guest room of her apartment, you let yourself fall onto the bed with a relieved sigh. Kims dog curled into a ball at your feet.

“This is really cozy.“, you mumbled, burying your face into the soft pillows.

Kim watched you from the doorway: “Glad you feel at home here.“

“Good night, Kim.“

The corners of her mouth quirked up as she closed the door behind her and you fell into a dreamless sleep.

You woke up early the next morning and decided to make coffee for yourself and Kim. The coffee was just done brewing as Kim came back from walking her dog. Beaming, you handed her a mug: “Morning, this one is for you.“

She gave you a surprised look first but then took the coffee from you: “Oh. Thank you.“

“You’re welcome. Also I hope I didn’t say anything weird when we went home last night.“, you said as you sat down at the kitchen table together. You took a sip of coffee to hide your reddening cheeks behind the cup.

“No. Like what?“, Kim asked inquiringly.

You decidedly ignored her question and only reacted to the first part: “Oh good.“

“You almost immediately fell asleep.“, she explained plainly.

Changing the topic, you suggested: “Do you like Pizza? When I’m done with my interview, I could get some on the way back.“

Finally, a small smile appeared on the football players face: “Sure, why not?“

“Okay, great.“

With a glance toward the kitchen clock, Kim announced: “I have to leave for training now. So, see you later?“

“Yes, see you.“, you smiled at her.

Just before Kim walked out, she paused for a moment: “Oh, wait.“

“Uhm, yes?“, you patiently looked at her as she walked back into the kitchen.

“I forgot to give you the keys.“, she said, carefully tossing them in you direction.

You caught them with a grin: “Right. Thank you, Kim.“

“See you later. Good luck with your interview.”, Kim replied.

You were almost at the door when you turned around to face her beaming with hopefulness: “Thanks. Have fun in training!”

During training Kim warmed up with Cloé Lacasse. The Canadian striker asked her curiously:” So you got yourself a roommate, Kim?”

“I was more or less assigned a roommate, Cloé. She was supposed to stay with Jen, but she decided to leave us.”, the Arsenal captain explained with a deep sigh.

With a mischievous smile on her lips Leah came to a stop right next to the older women: “The most important part is though that Kim has a Girl crush on said roommate.”

Annoyed by her comment Kim rolled her eyes at the defender:” I don’t have a girl crush, Leah.”

“Kim is straight too.”, the Canadian forward added.

“Right.”, the Scottish midfielder nodded. Although deep inside of her something didn’t sit right with it although it has been true for so many years at this point. Why did your presence make her question things she thought she knew about herself.

This didn’t impress Leah in the least: “You should have been there Cloé when they met at Jens Farewell Party.”

“Well, I can’t wait to hopefully meet her soon.”, Cloé answered politely.

Frustrated Kim intervened:” You guys are making a way too big deal out of it.”

“If you need to chat though we’re here for you, Kim.”, Beth offered warmly.

Stubbornly the Scottish woman shook her head: “I don’t need to chat. She’s just staring at my place.”

“Alright, just saying.”, the England forward mumbled.

“It’s not a big deal.”, her captain repeated in a serious tone which made obvious that she was done with talking for now.

Reading the signs Leah decided:” Let’s get back to training.”

Finally, Kim thought relieved as they started to move again, distracting from the whirlwind, which was currently inside of her, giving her a peace of mind for the moment.

In the early evening you returned to Kim’s place announcing cheerfully:” Hi, I got the pizza.”

“Thanks. How did your interview go?”, she wanted to know from you.

As you were setting up the table for dinner, you told her about it:” Not too bad, actually. They said my writing is promising but they asked me if I really want to stay focused on women’s football.”

Interested the Scottish woman looked up to you:” What did you say to them?”

“That I don’t want to change my focus, I love writing about women’s football and the culture surrounding it.”, you responded.

Proudly Kim remarked:” Your sister would have done the same in your position.”

“She would’ve, right?”, you asked her cautiously.

Kim nodded once with conviction: “Absolutely.“

“There’s still such a long way to go… although the recent success helped a bit.“, you thought out loud, a sad smile tugging on your lips.

“You don’t have to tell me.“, Kim replied with her gaze trained on the kitchen table.

You could sense that the football player felt a similar way about the topic. Your curiosity was piqued so you continued: “For you and Jen it must have been an amazing progress to live through.“

“Yes. We’re lucky to be part of this generation. Selling out stadiums is something that a few years ago we thought was impossible.“, she explained calmly.

You were reminded of your sisters first football games. She was not getting paid to play yet and the number of fans was ridiculously low compared to this season. You bit your lip: “Yes, I remember that too.“

“I appreciate that you want to keep focusing on womens football.“

Hearing her say that made your heart flutter for a brief moment. But you were also reminded how quickly the atmosphere had changed. You sighed and with all the enthusiasm you could muster, said: “We should eat the pizzas now before they get too cold.“

“You’re right.“

As you both sat down, taking the first slices of the pizza, you admitted: “But I do love talking about football with you.“

“We can continue at another time if you want.“, Kim suggested a little more relaxed.

“Yes, I’d like that very much.“

“Me too.“

“Great.“

Kim put her slice of pizza down and looked at you thoughtfully: “We’re playing at home on the weekend. You should come watch.“

“Yes, I’ll be there.“, you politely smiled back at her.

Kims focus had already shifted back to her pizza: “Great.“

The stadium was starting to fill on the following Sunday while players walked out to warm up. You were engrossed in a conversation with your friend Emily who after a long time of convincing had finally agreed to come to the game with you. You completely missed that Cloe Lacasse walked out on the pitch with Kim and curiously nodded in your direction: “So that’s her?“

“Yes, that’s her.“, Kim replied, a frown on her face as she spotted you close to the field.

“Is that her girlfriend? The one who’s standing next to her?“, the Canadian wanted to know.

Kim shrugged and shook her head: “She didn’t say anything about a girlfriend.“

Still, her gaze lingered on the two of you for a little longer.

The game ended with an easy win for Arsenal. Apart from the goals of Cloe and Alessia Russo, Kim also converted a penalty. The atmosphere in the stadium after the game was great and you immediately felt at home. However, the mood between the players on the pitch was less elated.

Leah Williamson bumped her captain with her shoulder: “Kim? You’re even quieter than usual.“

“What? I’m just focused.“, the midfielder replied, pulling away from her teammate.

The younger player couldn’t ask any further as you hugged the Scottish woman and sung:” Kim, you had a fantastic game, Kim!” Seeing the England captain you added blushing:”Hi Lee.”

Smiling Leah couldn’t help but to notice the height difference between you two, you were almost as tall as Jen while your roommate was fairly small: “Our skipper was great, right?”

“Yes, she definitely was.”, with that said you let Kim down.

Much to your surprise she didn’t look happy despite the comfortable win:”Thanks.”

The midfielder didn’t say anything further instead she left the room and left you clueless. Puzzled you turned around to look at her teammate: “Well, that was a bit strange do you know what’s going on, Leah?”

“I think she’s a bit jealous.”, the blonde replied seriously.

Baffled by that you let out a shaky laugh:” Jealous? Kim?”

Leah grinned: “Yeah.”

“Why?”

“Because you brought your girlfriend.”, the defender replied, crossing her arms in front of her.

“My girlfriend? Emily is just a friend!”, you corrected her, shaking your head in disbelief.

Sceptical Leah rose an eyebrow at you:” Oh, is she?”

“Yes, wait, did Kim think that Em was my girlfriend?”, you questioned her.

Thoughtfully Leah responded:” Maybe.”

“I need to talk to her.”, you decided.

With an empathetic smile on her lips the blonde held you back: “Maybe not now.”

You listened to her advice, so you went back to Emily and brought her home before making your way slowly to Kim’s home. In your mind it already was yours too.

On her car ride home Jen phone called the Arsenal captain:” Hi mate, great game!”

“Thanks, Jen. How’s California?”, Kim asked her.

“It’s been really great so far., the defender sounded happily before turning more serious, but you texted that you needed to talk?”

Earnestly Kim told her: “Yes. About your sister. Did you know that she’s dating someone?”

“What? No, she’s single.”, she mumbled convinced.

“What do you mean? She brought someone to our game today?”, the midfielder frowned.

Quickly Jen explained: “Yes Emily, she’s just a friend of her, Kimmy.”

“Are you sure? They seemed close?”, Kim almost felt something like relief by her former teammates reply. Although she didn’t dare to trust the news yet.

“Kim, I’m sure of that besides Emily has a boyfriend.”, Jen chuckled.

“If you say so.”

“But you can ask my sister again. Kim are you jealous?”, the defender wanted to know from her friend.

Offended Kim scoffed at her:” Why would I be jealous? I was just wondering why she’d stay with me when she’s got a girlfriend here.”

“Now you know. I need to go to training, hope to hear from you soon, mate?” After a few goodbyes they ended the phone call and the Arsenal captain tried to focus on the drive instead of the turmoil which was inside her.

When the door closed behind Kim, you looked up from the food you were cooking. While the Arsenal players showered and debriefed at the stadium, you had hurried to get home and surprise your housemate with a freshly cooked dinner. “Kim? Hi, I started cooking…“, you greeted her.

The football player raised her eyebrows in surprise: “You’re already here?“

You nodded: “Yes, Emily had to go back to her boyfriend who has a bit of a cold. Otherwise we might have gone to a pub. Do you want a drink to celebrate the win?“

“No, thanks. I usually don’t drink after games.“, Kim answered plainly, putting her bag down next to the kitchen table.

You grimaced: “Oh, right. Sorry. So water?“

“Sure. What are you cooking?“, Kim asked, looking over your shoulder at the food while you poured two glasses of water.

You smiled while handing her one of the glasses: “Some pasta dish. It’s one of the few things I can cook.“

The football player nodded impressed and smirked slightly: “That’s more than your sister can cook.“

“That’s true.“

You both sat down to enjoy your home-cooked meal, talking about the game again even though Kim kept her answers short. You took the empty plates and set them down at the sink: “I guess I’ll let you sleep now.“

“You don’t have to. I can’t sleep yet anyway.“, Kim replied to your surprise.

You slowly turned back to her, biting down a nervous smile: “Okay but you know you can just ask me on a date instead of running away and sulking after the match, right?“

Her eyes widened in shock: “Wait, what are you talking about?“

“Leah said you were jealous because of Emily and you really don’t need to be.“, you shrugged, trying to keep the nonchalance in your voice.

“I wasn’t jealous.“, she protested.

You looked back at the dishes in the sink, waiting: “Good.“

“That’s ridiculous.“

“Kim…“, you started but when you looked back to her, she had already bridged the gap between you two and pressed her lips to yours. You gasped into the kiss: “What?“

“That was a mistake. I’m sorry.“, she sighed, shaking her head in a mix of confusion and guilt.

She wanted to turn away from you but you grabbed her wrist: “No, please, do it again.“

There was an urgency in your voice that made Kim search for your eyes: “Are you sure?“

“Yes.“

“But… okay.“

She kissed you again, more patiently now. This time you could savour the taste of her lips on yours and only then you realized that she had to stand on her tiptoes to reach you. You were so charmed by this that you could not stop yourself from smiling.

As you both pulled away, you could see an uncertainty in Kims eyes. It was definitely not the kiss, you could feel that you both enjoyed it. Another thougth raced through your head: “Am I your first woman? Don’t worry, we have time. When is your next free day? Maybe we could go to a restaurant.“

“I have tomorrow off.”, she told you straight away.

A relieved sigh escaped your mouth:” Perfect, with a smirk you continued, also, you’re not a bad kisser, captain.”

“I never said I was.”, Kim laughed, you could tell some weight fell off her shoulders.

“No just saying.”, you shrugged.

The midfielder put a loose string of hair behind her ear:” Thanks.”

A month later Kim and you had a video call with your sister. The first thing you told her was that you two became a couple. “You two are dating?! You better take good care of her little sis!”, Jen warned you in a jokingly tone.

“What?! Me?!”, you huffed.

Grinning the defender nodded: “Yes, you heard me.”

“Wow.”, you ran a free hand through your hair.

Meanwhile your girlfriend seemed to have ignored that part of the conversation as she reassured Jen:” Don’t worry, I’m taking good care of your sister.”

“I can already see that.”, your big sister observed amused.

“Jen, you’re a terrible big sister.”, you teased her.

“I’m the best big sister.”, she countered quickly.

“Sure.”, you rolled your eyes at her.

“Stop it you two.”, Kim demanded in her captain voice.

Smiling Jen answered:” No, get used to it, Kimmy. You’re part of the Beattie family now.”

“Oh yes.”, you added, while giving the midfielder a kiss on her blushing cheek.

Coming to London to move in with one of your sister’s oldest friends was one of the best things that could had happen to you.

As for Kim she never knew she could fall for a woman until you came into her life, but the midfielder was very happy to have let her change her mind about that. Turned out you were more than just a little crush.

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stalker. pt.2.

masterlist.

charles leclerc x reader. / ? x reader.

fc: lalisa manoban.

note: thanks you guys for 1k!!! i love seeing everyone’s reactions to my aus it really warms my heart <3 i love youuuuuuu <333

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fan1: a fucking goddess

fan2: charles fumbled HARD

fan3: men really can’t handle bad bitches

isahernaez: stunning!

fan4: the fact that they were ALL there lmao

fan5: apparently they were sitting near each other…

fan6: where is deuxmoi when you need them.

fan7: how to be a fly in that room tbh

fan8: can we STOP talking about musty charles and appreciate y/n’s beauty and work for charity??

fan9: y/n can do better than him anyway, her family literally owns half of monaco

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y/n: enjoying some sun with friends :)

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fan4: i hope charles is crying rn

fan5: nah but charles must be regretting all his life choices

fan6: i wonder who that friend is

fan7: she looks so good tho

fan8: let’s stop talking about HER love life she’s a grown ass adult

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you did your best to ignore the look in people’s eyes when they saw you in the paddock. after all, what was a driver’s ex girlfriend doing here? to be fair, you didn’t even know yourself, but he asked you to come and for a reason that is still foreign to you, you said yes. because who could say no to him?

it felt weird tho, coming here alone and supporting someone else, it was weird to you. especially because your ex boyfriend was here with the girl he cheated on you with. no wonder everyone was looking at you. but you didn’t care, you knew why you were here, and charles wasn’t going to ruin this moment.

"y/n!" a familiar voice made you sigh in relief, it was your friend, lily. she greeted you with her signature smile and hugged you tightly. "i haven’t seen you in such a long time." she took a step back and you smiled at her. you loved this tiny woman so much, she was a huge support for you during the breakup and even now. "i missed you too! where is alex?" you asked, your friend’s boyfriend not in sight which was weird because these two were tied at the hip. "doing interviews with logan. but let’s not talk about boys, how are you?" you two linked arms and walked through the paddock. "i’m fine actually, it’s weird but i think i’m moving on." you smiled and looked at the sky, knowing exactly why you were moving on so quickly. "i’m happy then." she smiled back but it dropped away from her face quickly, when she saw something in your way. when you followed her gaze you chest tightened when you saw charles and his girlfriend. when she saw you she immediately jumped in charles’s arms to kiss him, which caught him off guard and annoyed him.

an arm on your shoulder finally snapped you out of it, when you looked on your right to see who suddenly appeared next to you, you saw him. and all your sorrow immediately disappeared like rain when the sun is shining.

"hi, beautiful." he said, and you couldn’t help but smile.

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In the Cards (part 1) lucy bronze x ona batlle x alexia putellas x jenni hermoso x reader

Resolutions and Revelations

summary: You wanted nothing more than to go home with your girlfriends after being teased all day, yet when you finally get there it turns out your girlfriends have set up a little game for you, with a few other guests.

warnings: mainly orgy build-up, lots of teasing, fighting for dominance, fingering, edging, praise, voyeurism, a lot of power dynamics

pairing: lucy bronze x ona batlle x alexia putellas x jenni hermoso x reader

thank you for meeting me and @occasionallyaurora at midnight, this is your reward! there will be an explanation coming shortly, but for now just enjoy the ride

It was the end of the year, and you had to admit, your football team had absolutely smashed it. FC Barcelona had ended the first half of the season untouched and on top of the world. Everyone had their eyes on you and your teammates. There was nothing but celebrations to be had as the final team training session of the year was now finished. Now, the entire team was enjoying a meal; talking and laughing with drinks in hand. One of the rare times you could all come together and relax, enjoying time as friends rather than colleagues.

You were sat between Jenni and Alexia; your girlfriend’s possessive over you even when it didn’t necessarily require it. Jenni’s hand settling on your thigh, her thumb inconsistently stroking in gentle circles. Alexia’s hand, rather, was still in your space bubble, but on top of the table so that you could toy with her fingers; your common calming gesture. The three of you weren’t the only couple, Marta and Caro down at the other end of the table, both animatedly discussing something with Paredes and Panos. Mapi and Ingrid are to your right, Aitana looking a lot like their child as the three of them share bites from their plates. Finally, across from you, Ona is stroking Lucy’s fingers in a similar manner as you’re doing to Alexia. The pair softly talking, almost in their own world.

Everyone had dressed up too, the occasion had warranted it according to Alexia. She had told you as such while pressing gentle kisses to your shoulders as she helped you dress for the dinner. Jenni had quietly nodded along from the chair in your shared bedroom. Her white silk shirt unbuttoned just enough, while Alexia had gone almost over the top in a slinky, skin tight, black dress.

“You do not outdress the captain,” she had huffed out when asked. The team had backed off after that. You loved it when your girlfriends dressed up. Ever since they had both appeared in the bedroom to distract you, your arousal had been building. It hadn’t helped that at dinner, Jenni would occasionally dig her fingers into your bare thigh and each time it had happened you felt the feeling grow. It was now to the point that her teasing had become moan inducing; you desperately wanted Jenni to just take you on the table, even with all your teammates watching.

“Here’s to an incredible first half of the season, and some resolutions (wishes?) for the second half.” Alexia raises her full champagne flute, looking down the table at everyone. “To the rest of the season, may it be filled with championships,” she finishes as the team drinks. However, you notice the sneaky smirks that had been shared between your girlfriend and Lucy, who sat across from her. Your brows briefly furrow, but quickly the confusion dissipates as you join the team in another toast.

“Let’s keep it up guys. We’re on top of the table, just as we should be,” Lucy smirks, though this one is directed at you. Her gaze causing a blush to creep up on your cheeks, feeling as though she could see straight through your dirty mind when your thighs had squeezed together. Both Jenni and Alexia had caught your reaction - Jenni’s hand getting caught in between your thighs - their shared smirks easily felt by you even though they were already rejoining the group's conversation. Your own personal resolution had officially been accomplished; let them know that while you were enjoying the team’s celebration, you were definitely ready for them to take you home. It was to the point that even Lucy was adding to your arousal, and those feelings hadn’t surfaced since you were both playing in Manchester. It was all just too much.

You tug ever so gently at Alexia’s fingers and drag a manicured nail around her palm, trying to signal to one of your girlfriend’s that you’re ready to leave. It takes a well timed puppy dog pout in Jenni’s direction before they both share an understanding look. Announcing shortly thereafter that the three of you were heading home. You breathe out a quiet sigh of relief, but you also didn’t know what was coming. You didn’t know it would be quite a while before you would receive what you wanted.

The journey home wasn’t long, rather it felt long, Alexia cradles you in the back seat as Jenni drives. The blonde’s fingers traced patterns on your thighs while her lips attached themselves to your neck. Your breath hitched in your throat, small gasps leaving your mouth at every touch. Every so often, Jenni would peek back at you both through the mirror; you’d catch her gaze and her smirk as you grew desperate.

“Our guests should be here soon, Ale. You better go and get everything set,” Jenni says when you arrive home. She’s the first out of the car, offering you a hand and a devilish grin, and conveniently not addressing your obvious confusion.

“Make sure what’s set?” You ask, trailing behind them both. Jenni’s hand is still holding yours. “Ale, Jen, what guests?”

Alexia’s already moving furniture when you find her and Jenni in the living room. You had dropped Jenni’s hand in favor of removing your heels. The large wooden coffee table had been moved into the middle of the room, nestled between several couches and the favorite reading chair you all fought over.

“You’ll have to wait and see princesà,” Jenni teases lightly, her thumb trailing from your cheek to lower lip, gently tracing it as you pout. You’ve sat yourself on one of the sofas, frown deepening from not understanding why your girlfriends weren't currently stripping you bare and handing you what you wanted. Rather they were now working around you, Jenni had pulled a few bottles of wine from the kitchen’s rack and five glasses, setting all of it on the table. Alexia searches the drawers of the table in front of you until she finds what she’s looking for… a pack of playing cards.

Alexia and Jenni weren’t giving anything away even with your pleads and attempts to piece everything together. The playing cards Alexia had pulled from the table sat beside the glasses, you peeked over at them. Clearly, they weren’t a typical 52-card pack; instead the top card is neatly inscribed in Alexia’s handwriting. You reach for the deck, intrigued by your girlfriend's handwriting. The blonde smacks your hand away just before you reach them. She places a gentle kiss on your hand as an apology.

“No, no, wait for our guests, amor,” Alexia quickly goes back to teasing you, but your eyes are still fixed on the game, squinting trying to make out the words on the top card. “It won’t be much longer.”

Then comes the knock, you startle a little, the anticipation building now. Jenni’s the first to the door, her hips moving in a gentle sway and drawing the attention of you and Alexia.

“Hello, gorgeous.” Your head whipped around - the voice easily recognizable - heart jumping into your throat. Lucy waltzes into the room, the suit she had on at dinner now without its jacket. The small cropped top she had on under the jacket in full view, and the chequered trousers hugged her thighs so tightly that you swore you could see her muscle definition through the material. Ona followed Lucy, the girl looking equally as confused upon seeing the set up for the evening.

“So, a glass of wine before we play the game?” Lucy questions as she and Ona make themselves comfortable on the couch across from you. “Or while we play the game?” Lucy and your girlfriends all share a knowing look, while you and Ona share confused faces, watching them. Alexia takes her seat next to you, settling for only a moment before she taps your knee closest to her. It was her signal for you to lay your legs on top, allowing her access to touch, stroke, and grip your thighs as she pleased. With Lucy and Ona cuddled up on the other couch, Jenni places herself in the armchair near the head of the table. The chair is close enough to the couch that Jenni can still reach Alexia, but the positioning would still make her the most dominant in the room.

“What is going on? What game are we playing?” You’ve finally mustered up the courage to ask. The small outburst met with a smirk from Lucy, Jenni, and Alexia. Decidedly, you ignore Lucy for the time being, mumbling a quiet apology to Alexia before you meet her gaze. The blonde had been drawing circles on your thigh since she had sat down. Her gaze unashamedly jumps between your face and chest - that was barely covered by a mildly see-through black crop top that had ridden up when you had sat down; your make-up is slightly smudged, courtesy of Alexia, but she still looks at you like your the most beautiful thing she’s ever set her eyes on.

“Well, Lucy and I were talking, and we just thought it might be fun if we all played a fun game together…” Alexia answers you, trailing off as her hand migrates just a little higher and holds a little tighter. Then you knew, instantly, that this game was going to be a bit more than you had bargained for tonight. The pop of a cork brought you back to the group, Jenni had poured a generous glass of the white for each of you. Lucy grabbing both hers and Ona’s glasses as the younger girl was just out of Jenni’s reach.

“What type of game?” Ona asks, her freckled face flushing pink as she glanced at the faces around the room; still toying with the fingers on Lucy’s free hand.

“Why don’t you find out, love?” Lucy encourages, while she sips from the wine glass, gesturing for Ona to grab the deck. You lean forward slightly, trying to get a better angle to watch from. Jenni, Alexia, and Lucy all shared wide smirks, eagerly waiting for the reactions of their girlfriends. Their eyes sparkle when Ona picks up the first card and reads it in her head, that alone telling you that they knew what was written on each. You didn’t think it was possible but, you swear they only grow as Ona’s face contort to resemble something between confusion and unfiltered desire. Lucy carefully nudges Ona, mouthing for her to read the card aloud.

“Where is the wildest place you’ve had sex?” She asks, looking around the room. Alexia and Lucy’s grins mirror each other from across the table. Your own mouth dropped wide open in shock after hearing what was written on the card.

“Now, you have the choice to either answer the question on the card or drink,” Alexia instructs after Ona’s gone quiet. Ona was squirming in her girlfriend’s lap, her nails digging into her fingers as she worked out the mood that had settled over the room. You could definitely feel the sexual tension rising with every passing second that everyone waited on Ona’s answer. Despite playing several years with Ona, you knew little about her, the other three you had slept with before, but Ona… Ona was an awe-inspiring mystery that you couldn’t help wanting to devour. You couldn’t help the thoughts that filled your brain, the ones that found her desperately attractive as she struggled to get the words out.

“Go on now, love.” Lucy whispers in her ear, but it’s loud enough that you are able to catch it.

After pondering a bit longer, Ona raises her glass to her lips, but sees slightly disappointed faces and finally responds, “in the Barcelona showers and locker room, after training.” Jenni and Alexia are quick to tease, you barely join in after releasing your lower lip from between your teeth. Lucy leans back against the cushion, looking smug, nodding her head out of pure cockiness. Her girlfriend though, the pink flush on her cheeks deepening. You were speechless, not really at Ona’s answer, but more so at the dynamics that had emerged. You and Ona were now sharing the same little boat as Jenni, Lucy, and Alexia shared smirks and laughs amongst themselves.

“Alexia,” you gasp as the room goes quiet again. The hand that had been tracing gentle circles had dipped in between your thighs and stopped just before your center; her fingertips pressing gently into your skin. Everyone’s eyes flick towards you as your cheeks burn in slight embarrassment.

“It’s your turn, baby,” the blonde quietly tells you as Jenni passes the pack of cards. Alexia pulls a card off the top and hands it to you.

“What’s the best sex you’ve had in the last three months?” Your mind instantly floods with many options. After a while of thinking, you raise your head, catching Jenni’s devilish smirk aimed at you waiting for your response. “But it’s difficult to pick just one…”

“You better drink then.” Jenni attempts to hand you her glass, but you gently push back, refusing. You were not going to be the first one to cop out of answering a question by drinking.

“No, no, fine… I guess that time after you both got home from national team camp. The one when you woke me up that next morning.” You were sure that it wasn’t just your cheeks that were bright red as your mind took you back to riding Jenni’s thigh while you woke up, before they both fucked you as you lay between them.

“Good answer carinô,” Alexia praised, placing a kiss against your bare shoulder as her grip tightened on your thigh. You couldn’t help yourself, glancing at Lucy to see what was running through her mind. She had a similar grip on Ona, but her gaze stuck on you. Now, it wasn’t riding Jenni’s thigh at the forefront of your mind’s eye, it was flashing back to those times where Lucy, and her raven hair buried between your thighs - time after time - having you whenever she wanted you. You slowly gulped, sucking in air, before breaking eye contact with her as your head falls against Alexia’s shoulder.

The five of you traded turns for a while… no one had dared drink, yet. With each turn of a card the sexual tension seemed to thicken. Jenni seemed to be the most frustrated, judging by how tightly her hand was gripping the wine glass’ stem.

“What’s the sex skill you are the proudest of?” Jenni asks aloud. It was her turn again, and with no hesitation, blushing, or stuttering she answers, “making two girls’ orgasm at the same time.” She still chooses to drink from her glass, regardless of the rules, and licks the remnants off her bottom lip. Your own arousal getting to you now. Even Lucy looked desperate to be doing something more than just answering the questions. It was clear she wanted something… and you were finally sure of what it was.

“Who in the room would you like to fuck, but haven’t?” Lucy asks. Instead of answering she hands the card across the table to you. “I’d like to hear you answer this one.” Her confidant smirk grows as your eyes widen. Gingerly, you take the card from between her fingers. Everyone’s eyes are burning into your skin waiting. You were the first cop out of the night, downing the rest of your glass; unable to admit that the only person you hadn’t slept with was Ona.

“Exactly as I thought,” she states, winking at you. You didn’t know how to respond and ended up looking towards Ona. The youngest Spaniard wasn’t jealous, but a curious look played on her face as she examined the tension between you both. Ona had to know, Lucy wouldn't bring her here, play this game with her in the dark.

“Yeah, yeah, alright, next question.” You rolled your eyes. The action quickly garners a yelp as Alexia pinches your inner thigh in response to your apparent rudeness.

“My turn.” Alexia grins widely, this time pulling a card from the center of the deck. “This is less of a question…” she pauses, building up the suspense that you knew she had originally started. “Kiss the person across from you.”

Before you can even process your girlfriend’s words, Jenni is turning towards you, but she only gently pecks Alexia’s lips, clearly skipping you - even though the rules dictated that she didn’t need to kiss you - and turns to kiss Ona. She catches Ona’s lips between her own, one of her hands coming to rest on the back of her neck to pull her ever so slightly away from Lucy. Ona whimpers under Jenni’s touch, earning her a small laugh from the tattooed woman as she pulls away. Lucy sends her a hardened gaze that is instantly shrugged off the slight jealousy. She would need to get over hearing her girlfriend whimper at the touch of another woman, especially if tonight was going to work.

The rest of the group works their way around, Ona removing herself from Lucy’s lap to kiss Alexia. Her hand resting gently on your thigh as she leaned over, capturing the blonde’s lips in a soft and gentle kiss. You feel Alexia’s thighs clench under you. Ona whimpers once again after she had tried to take control of the kiss but it had earned her a small bite from Alexia. You had a good view of how your girlfriend’s tongue traced her mouth; nothing but soft touches before they both pulled away.

“You’re a good kisser sweetheart,” Alexia hums while praising Ona. Your stomach churns just a little at the earned praise, the way you would get spoken to if you were Ona. Reassurance isn’t far as Alexia's hands fall back to your thighs, gently squeezing before she reminds you it’s your turn. You gulp, meeting Lucy’s smile once more. Alexia helps you up out, gently nudging you towards Lucy. Ona’s sat to the side of her now, eagerly watching something that Lucy has only told her about.

As soon as you are face to face with her, Lucy helps your mouth find hers by gently tugging on your hair. The rest of the kiss is not at all gentle. Lucy is devouring you as if she had been waiting to show you what you had been missing. You gasped at the contact, Lucy’s hand sliding from the back of your neck around to the front. She squeezes gently for barely a second, knowing the whine that would leave your mouth. You've both barely come up for breath before you're tugging against her ever loosing low bun; your fingers tangling in her hair as you moan breathily against her tongue.

Your cheeks were a deep pink when Lucy pulled away from you, leaving you frozen as the three others stared at you. Alexia and Ona watched with awe, but Jenni’s gaze was hardened, sucking her lips against her teeth. She had just heard noises that she thought only she and Alexia could draw from you. Clearly, this was going to be more of a competition than the ‘wholesome’ experience you had first presumed it to be.

“I’ve still got it,” Lucy teases with a smirk that only grows when Jenni’s jealous look is reciprocated. You were speechless, your stomach in knots. Even if you could say something, you’re sure it would come out a stuttering mess. “Can’t handle watching someone else with your girl, Jen?” She asks cockily. If your thighs weren’t squeezed together before, they most certainly were now.

Jenni, thankfully, chooses not to respond as you move back to your seat practically on Alexia. She reaches for the cards again. You flick your gaze up to Alexia’s, ready to ask if she’s sure it's a good idea. However, the huge grin plastered on her face tells you otherwise. This was Lucy and Jenni’s little fight for dominance and Alexia had planned for it to take place. Jenni turns over the card in her hand, reading silently as you all watch her eyes widen in shock.

“Pick one person in the room and edge them in any manner you would like.” The words tumbled from Jenni’s lips in a rather confident fashion as she scanned around the room, quickly landing on Ona. “Come here then sweetheart, let me show you how it should feel,” she smirks at the freckled brunette, and you feel yourself flush with both curiosity and jealousy. Lucy helps her girlfriend up, giving her a gentle pat on the ass as she moved nervously - a lustful nervousness that was heightened by the anticipation - towards Jenni.

The tattooed woman gestures towards the coffee table in the center of the room, gently placing the wine glasses on a different surface, and having Ona perch on the edge.

“Can I touch you?” Jenni asks, wanting to confirm consent with the youngest Spaniard; fully aware that she probably wasn’t aware of the finer details of the night, just like her girlfriend hadn’t been.

“Please, Jenni.” Ona’s submissiveness bubbling to the surface, her eyes darkened with lust as Jenni pushed her down against the table. There’s a moment where she shifts to make herself comfortable, knees bending over the edge. Then Jenni wastes no time shifting the hem of Ona’s dress above her waist, revealing the black lace lingerie that was quickly dampening at the feeling of Jenni’s fingertip running along the material.

Ona whines, hips squirming as Jenni pulls the underwear to the side. The raven haired woman gazes down in awe of the glistening arousal that she slowly gathers on a finger. Jenni’s touches begin light, softly teasing Ona, turning her into a whimpering mess beneath her. Ona continuously looks between Jenni and Lucy, who wasn’t seething, but rather enamored as she leaned back against the sofa watching Ona enjoy the touch of the other woman.

“Baby girl, are you having some big feelings?” Alexia coos in your ear, snapping your intense focus from Jenni and Ona. You hadn’t realized how much you had been squirming in her arms, rocking your hips towards her hands that sat firmly on your thighs. “Do you like watching Lucy’s good girl get pleased by Jenni?”

“No.” It was all you could whimper, the word catching Lucy’s attention; her smirk making your need for contact even greater. Your hips rocking even harder in a desperate attempt to get some friction.

“She’s just making her feel good, like she makes you feel good cariño,” Alexia states. Her eyes not moving from the way you were reacting to her teasing touches. Jenni now teasing Ona’s entrance with the tip of her finger as the younger woman’s back arches, waiting for more.

You were entranced by the scene in front of you, that was until you felt Alexia’s hand slip under your skirt covering your centre with her palm. She quietly giggles feeling the dampness beneath your underwear.

“But I think you were enjoying watching, baby girl, considering how wet you feel.” Alexia’s comment made your breath hitch in your throat. A gasp leaving your lips when you felt Alexia dip her fingers under the lace band of your lingerie, gathering your arousal on her fingers before leaving you untouched again.

“That’s a good girl Ona, can you take two fingers?” Jenni asks the pleading brunette, one finger already pumping fiercely into her. You allowed your gaze to wander to Lucy, who had perched herself next to Ona on the table. Her fingers toying with her girlfriend’s nipples; each pinch garnering a louder moan.

“But I’m Jenni’s good girl. Not Ona.” Your cheeks now burned red, an extreme wave of jealousy crashing over you. You wanted to be the one on the table, the one receiving Jenni’s praise.

“I think you should have thought about that before you let Lucy give you a little necklace earlier.” With that the heel of Alexia's hand pushes against your clothed clit and a sweet moan falls from your lips. “Now, Ona gets to be a good girl for Jenni and you just get to sit and watch.”

“Do I still get to be your good girl?” You ask, desperately grinding against Alexia’s hand that was refusing to move, to give in to what you need. Your doe like eyes flick back up to your girlfriend, who couldn’t ever say no to you… especially when you looked at her with such a lustful twinkle behind your eyes.

“Always baby. You’re always my good girl,” Alexia’s words and voice are gentle. Her eyes flicking between your squirming hips and Jenni’s hand that was thrusting hard into Ona, each moan getting louder and more primal. The blonde uses a soft hand to turn your head, bringing you in for a gentle kiss; you whimper as she catches your lower lip between her teeth, tugging lightly. You grab Alexia’s free hand as she kisses you, returning it to its earlier movement along the seam of your underwear.

Alexia catches a glimpse of the sheer mauve lingerie that you had hidden underneath your outfit. The urge to strip you down to just the set overwhelming her. She wanted just a few moments to relish the view of your body to herself before she had to share. Your skirt is the first to go, she simply shoves it down off your hips and legs. Alexia gingerly threads each button that goes down the back of your top through its hole and eventually throws it towards the other end of the couch. Alexia takes a moment for herself before coughing gently, gesturing for the other three to look over. When they do, your cheeks flush a similar color to your lingerie set.

Lucy lets out a small gasp at the sight of you, and that alone was enough to replace the lack of contact you had. The thought that you still impressed her - enough to make her gasp - felt electric, heat flicking under your skin. However, before Lucy could say anything, Ona whines. Jenni had slowed her movements while she took you in, but Ona’s noise had snapped her and Lucy back to their original task. Alexia smiles down at you, gesturing for the other three to continue. She dragged her finger though your folds, each movement slick with your arousal.

While Alexia teased against your entrance, she made sure you were watching as Jenni readjusted her hand so her thumb could reach up against Ona’s clit, making sure each thrust of her hand allowed the swollen bud the contact it desired. Ona’s moans quickly gave way to desperate gasps, her breathiness completely different to how Jenni made you sound, aiding the older women’s movement to speed up in response.

“Ale, please,” you plead, wanting the same treatment as Ona, unable to take the teasing much longer. You wanted Alexia to fuck you hard while you sat in her lap. You felt Alexia’s lips against the back of your neck as she pushed one of her fingers all the way inside you, making you moan in harmony with Ona’s sounds. As she thrusted into you, she was careful to match Jenni’s speed, making the experience all that much overwhelming for you.

“That’s a good girl; look you can do it,” Alexia praised knowing it would make you moan louder, trying her best to divert the other girls attention. It was usually never this easy, but you could feel the orgasm building quickly. The entire evening of teasing and now watching Ona moan and writhe on top of your coffee table under the hands of Jenni and Lucy was working its magic.

“I’m close, Ale,” you whine. The feeling only intensifying when Alexia brushed a finger against your clit. A moan that falls from your lips echoes around the room. “Can I cum please?” At your question, Alexia's fingers slow their movements, holding you at the very edge now causing a cry of frustration to escape.

“Don’t you think that there’s another person you need to ask too?” She questions, her fingers now completely stilled inside you. You squirm in response to the lack of movement and shake your head. You didn’t want to ask Jenni for what you wanted while she was working Ona up. The sudden burst of brattiness deriving from the jealousy you felt over Ona being the center of attention. “You won’t get to cum until you ask her, and will remind you, I have a lot of patience.”

Alexia keeps her hand still, waiting for you to give in… but you don’t. When that doesn’t work she begins gently rocking her hand, a reminder that you were still on the edge of an orgasm.

“Jenni, can I cum please?” You manage between laboured breaths as Alexia gives into your rocking hips and resumes her finger’s motions. She curls them inside you, tapping against your sensitive spot with each slow movement.

“No.” The instruction crystal clear. Jenni’s gaze not even moving from Ona’s body as she kept up her relentless pace. Ona clearly taking longer to reach the edge than you did.

“What?” You ask pittfully before begging. “Please Jen.” You’re confused as to why your orgasm was being withheld from you. Alexia’s brow also furrows, but doesn’t stop the torturously slow movements wanting to make you struggle a bit.

“If Ona is getting edged, so are you,” Jenni remarks plainly and Ona moans loudly, having forgotten that she wasn’t being led to orgasm. The frustration making her whine against Jenni’s fingers; Lucy’s tongue now attacking her nipples with sharp circles.

“Oh, come on Jen. She’s been desperate all day,” Alexia attempts to plead your case, though it was only because she wanted to be the one to finally make you orgasm after a long day of teasing and sexual tension.

“She knows how to be my good girl, Alexia. She can be edged just like Ona.” Jenni’s words were final and with that, Alexia stops her movements, removing her fingers from you entirely. Though she attempts to comfort you by placing kisses against your neck.

“Come on princesà, I know you’re close now,” Lucy teases, watching the way her girlfriend’s body tensed up, the way she nodded and gasped. She obviously unable to speak as her orgasm built too close to the brim.

“Close!” Ona finally manages to find her voice and both women stop their movements. Jenni immediately pulling out and bringing her fingers to her lips, softly tasking Ona’s arousal. Lucy looked on with eagerness; Jenni rolls her eyes tilting Lucy’s chin towards her, allowing her too to circle around the length of her fingers. The action causes both your and Alexia’s knees to weaken, Lucy taking Jenni’s fingers just to get a taste of Ona.

While Alexia’s hands remained firmly on your thighs, her nails gently digging into them out of desperation as Jenni towered over Lucy, now replacing them with her mouth. Alexia’s head tilted just to the side to see Lucy grabbing the back of Jenni’s neck to pull her closer.

“I hope you’re not too tired. We’ve only just started,” Lucy says as she pulls away from Jenni’s kiss. She looks down at the way Ona was splayed across the table, her thighs shaking slightly as her denied orgasm still ran through her body. Even you gulped at the words, if this was just the beginning, you had no idea what else was going to happen tonight

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TW : Suggestive, sex talk (?)

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4

Saying goodbye to Alessia was hard, but you didn’t have the choice. You knew since the start of all this that it would happen, but that doesn’t mean it was making things easier.

You find your apartment like you left it, your friend Sofia came several times to ventilate it and take care of your olive tree. That you renamed Olivio, with all the imagination that is yours. The only thing that changed, is that there is no Alma laying on your couch like she was used to do when you were away. You always hided your keys under your doormat for her to come, but you asked Sofia to take it away for now. You still have things belonging to Alma in here though.

You send them to her by the post before going to your first training session. Your Spanish teammates look at you with friendly compassion when your arrived and you realize that you almost forgot that you lost a finale several days before. Alessia made you forget.

You find your habits really quickly, even if Laia Codina or Jenni are not part of the team anymore. But Ona being one to replace them, you’re pretty sure that Lucy isn’t too mad. You still have to talk to her about Alessia though, you knew that she went on holidays with Ona and didn’t want to bother her. And you teased her so much about Ona that you’re sure she won’t miss to tease you back for now.

Cata Coll is one of your closest friends here and it’s with her that you appear for the first time back on Fc Barcelona Feminin’s Instagram. The training was lighter the first days, but you soon go back to the real session.

“So. You and Less?” asks Lucy one afternoon where you are at her flat after the training.

“Yes?” you answer innocently.

You were playing against each other at Fifa on Playstation, Lucy’s actually crushing you with Manchester City. You’re still trying to figure how she can be good at everything.

“How did you get together?”

“What tell you that we are together?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh I don’t know. Maybe because you were making out in the plane when I came back to ask if I can borrow your earphones?”

Sitting on the other couch while scrolling on her phone, Ona can’t help but snort. You don’t mind her being here while you’re talking about your love life. You like her and she’s your mate’s girlfriend. You better get along and for now it’s working great. You smile too, to be fair, even if you blush lightly.

“We didn’t put a label on it, so I don’t know if I can call her my girlfriend” you answer, frowning softly.

It was the truth, even if you both said that you won’t go for someone else. You really hope that no one will catch Alessia’s eyes at Arsenal or even London. She’s starting again in a new environment; she doesn’t know everyone for now. You trust her obviously, but that doesn’t mean that she can’t lose interest in you.

“We did that at first too” Lucy answers. “Long-distance was hard, but really worth it if you’re meant to be.”

You hum, missing the complicit smile between Ona and Lucy. You sigh when Lucy scores another goal just before the end of the game. With a disgusted air, you let the controller fall on the couch.

“I’ve never been in a long-distance relationship before. It’s strange, to be honest, not being able to take the girl you like on date or something.”

“It is” Lucy smiles, patting your knee softly. “If you need advice or only talking, you can come to me. Or Mariona, she’s dealing with it for longer that I was.”

You nod. You somehow forgot that Mariona is dating Alessia’s teammate. Maybe you can take planes together sometimes, you think with irony.

“And Alma?” Lucy asks.

“Never heard from her again. I send her the things she left in my apartment and that’s all.”

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You took the habits to call Alessia every night. She’s usually cooking her diner and put her phone against one of her kitchen walls to be able to cook while talking to you. You can really look at her for hours doing it. You only regret not being able to stick against her while she cuts some vegetables.

“What do you like to eat?” Alessia asks you that night.

You were silently observing her, lost in your contemplation.

“Oh uh… It depends” you shrug. “I’m not really difficult, I mean I think?”

Alessia laughs softly.

“I cooked for Leah two days ago, it was entertaining” the blonde says.

You smirk, knowing exactly what it could have been. You never met anyone as picky as Leah when it comes from food. You can guess her choice when you go to restaurant with her, it’s always the simplest dish.

“Why do you ask anyway?” you ask Alessia.

She looks genuinely surprise by your question, stopping to cut her carrots to look at you better.

“Don’t you come next week to London?”

“Yes?”

“Well I want to cook for you, obviously. We chose to get delivered almost at every meal we share when we stayed at home, but I really want to cook for you.”

“Ok” you smile softy. “Only if you let me take you on a proper date.”

“Is that even a deal?” Alessia smiles at you.

You feel your heart beating faster and God, how did you survive when she smiled at you that way in front of you?

Several days later, you were leaving training in hurry. You have two hours to go to the airport after your session and you came with your suitcase to go for it straight after your shower.

“Why are you in such hurry?” Jana asks from her cubby.

“She’s going to her girlfrieeeend” Cata sings from her spot.

“Girlfriend?”

Keira’s voice came from the other side of the room, and you flinch. Right, you didn’t talk to Keira about your new relationship. For your defense, you were thinking that Leah would. You grimace to Cata, grabs your suitcase and go for the exit.

“Say Alessia I say hi” Lucy shouts before getting hit by Ona on her arm.

“Alessia?”

You giggle when you hear the surprise in Keira’s voice but don’t take the time to answer, too scared to miss your plane. You jump in the taxi waiting for you and went for the airport.

It’s only when your luggage are taking care by the company that you take your phone off of your pocket. You wanted at first to write to Alessia to let her know that you were on your way, but you have some messages from Keira too.

Keira 🥠 Alessia??? Like in Alessia Russo? You better answer me right now, Kid.

You Who’s Alessia Russo?

Keira 🥠 You little shit. Bring back some Scones.

During the two hours and twenty-one minutes of the trip, you slept. You went to bed late this week, not being able to hang up with Alessia, even if you knew that you would see her today.

You are alert when you arrive in London, by dint of traveling from this airport, you know it by heart. There is an hour of time difference with Spain, so you feel like you have only left Spain for an hour and a half. The sandwich you snacked while waiting for your suitcase will allow you to wait until you arrive at Alessia’s, who promised to cook for you tonight. You know that you have at least one hour to go to Alessia’s house, London traffic jam being awful.

You were taping on your phone for an Uber when a voice next to you make you jump out of your skin.

“Hi stranger!”

You jump, turning around only to be face with the mischievous face of your gi… Alessia. She was supposed to be at London, not at the airport. You might look stupid when you look at her with wide eyes and your mouth slightly open. It made Alessia giggles, and you feel your stomach make a jump at the sound.

“Lessi? What are you doing here?”

“Oh, I have a great visitor coming to mine this weekend, so I decided to come to take her home.”

“No, I mean…”

“I know what you mean” Alessia laughs before kissing your cheek. “I changed my media hours with Kyra to be here at the right time.”

“Oh.”

You blush and let Alessia takes your suitcase. You then follow her to the parking lot, slaloming between people. You want to take Alessia’s hand in yours, but you don’t want to make her uneasy. There are a lot of people here.

You are happy to be sitting on the passenger’s seat of her car, who is definitely more comfortable than your seat on the plane. You can’t stop to look at her and just because she’s just next to you right now, you softly stroke her cheek before taking her hand in yours.

“I missed you” you mumble when she looks at you.

She is driving and you should have taken the opportunity to kiss her before you left the parking, but you maybe will have plenty of time to do it at her home.

“I missed you too” Alessia smiles.

She asks about your trip; you ask her about her day and finally the journey for her house isn’t so long. Even if there are a lot of people on the road at this time of the day.

“Leah wants to meet you during your stay” Alessia said at one time during the trip. “I told her not today because you will be tired, but maybe tomorrow morning? She can come to have a brunch or something before the game?”

“It sounds nice” you smile, not mentioning that only seeing her is enough for you.

Alessia had a game tomorrow afternoon, but it let you all tonight, all day after the game and all the next day too. You will leave on Monday morning very early to be at training in the morning. And you are determined to enjoy it the most possible.

You are happy to find Alessia’s house too, looking around you, you notice that some things as changed since you came the last time. She added some decorations. Alessia showed you during one of your FaceTime, but it’s different like this. You just have the time to look at the picture she took in Australia during the World Cup, before you feel her arms around you.

“I didn’t have my hello kiss.”

You smile, putting your hand on her arms.

“That’s a shame. It needs to be fixed.”

“It does.”

You turn around in her arms, passing both of yours around her neck. You take the time to look at her properly, her eyes, her freckles, and her smile, before leaning in to kiss her. You can’t explain how much you missed that feeling. Alessia sighs against you and you get even closer to her, melting in her embrace.

“That’s better” Alessia smiles after the kiss.

She then kisses your nose, your forehead, both of your cheeks and finish on your lips again.

“Are you tired? Do you want to take a nap while I’m cooking?”

“Like I’m going to sleep instead of being with you.” you snort.

Alessia rolls her eyes but takes you by your hand anyway. She made you sit on a stool at the central island of her kitchen with a mug of tea. You listen to her, Alessia making almost all the conversation, but it’s always like this between you. You love to hear her talking, trying to remember every little thing she says to you.

Your eyes are going sometimes on her bum, you have to admit. But if she notices, she doesn’t say anything. You proposed to help her two times, but she refused, saying that you can help tomorrow. You will.

Her lasagna is amazing.

“It’s my Nona’s recipe” Alessia smiles when you compliment her.

You made the dishes for her, ignoring her protests, and end up cuddle with her on her couch in front of some film she chooses. But you don’t even try to look at it, you are way more interested about your girlfriend than Blake Lively fighting for her life. You try hard not to bother her too much, but you can’t stop yourself from kissing her cheek, her hair or playing with her fingers.

But Alessia doesn’t seem to mind, actually she has a small smile on her face every time you look at her.

“I missed your smell” Alessia mumbles after another kiss.

You smile, because you said yourself the same things a lot of time during the time you were at Barcelona. And you promised yourself that you will take one of her hoodies when you will leave.

You stroke the skin of her neck with your nose before kissing it several times. But then she softly bites your ear, and you feel your body being swept by electric currents. The sensations are hard to ignore.

They are so hard to ignore that you found yourself with your girlfriend, both naked, some hours later, laying in her bed. Alessia is laying on her back while you are on her belly. One of her hands is playing with your hair and you are trying hard not to fall asleep already.

“Can I ask you something?” Alessia whispers “But you have to promise not to mock me.”

“Of course you can Sweetheart. I won’t make fun of you, promise.”

You turn your head on her to have a better look at her and even if the light of her bedside lamp isn’t strong, you can see that she had blush. You watch her bite her lip and fight the want to bite at it, too. You need to stay focused; you are curious about what is in her mind.

“So… As you know, you are my first girl experiment” she begins waiting for you to hum before talking again. “Well to know how to do things right, I made some research and…”

“You made research?” you ask with a smile.

But Alessia frowns, slapping you softly on your arm.

“Babe, you promised!”

“I’m not making fun of you” you swear, still smiling. “I find it cute.”

Alessia groans and you giggle softly, moving a little on her to be able to kiss her cheek. She’s hot under your lips, attesting of your girlfriend’s blush. She smiles though and clear her throat nervously before talking again.

“So, like I was saying, I made some research and I saw that there is a lot of things to use when two women are, you know, having sex?”

“Yes?” you only say, not wanting to interrupt her again.

“It made me wonder if maybe you like to use them? And if what we’re making is annoying for you. And then I thought that maybe I should buy some of them, but I didn’t know which one you like, or you want?”

She stops talking, a little out of breath. She talked quickly though and that might explain that. She seems nervous so you take her hand in yours to try to sooth her a little bit.

“Ok, first, what kind of things did you see?”

Alessia blushes violently and you can’t help but smile again.

“Alessia Russo, did you watch porn?” you laugh.

“No!” she shouts, sitting up in the bed. “I went to website selling toys, I didn’t watch adult’s movies.”

You roll your eyes, asking yourself how a girl you just have sex with can be so shy about something like that. But that’s the innocent part of Alessia talking maybe. And you love it as much as you love every other part of her. You sat too when she sat up and you take support on her knees to lean on her and kiss her.

“Ok first of all, what we are doing is absolutely perfect to me. It’s special because it’s you and I love every second of it, every time even more.”

You are close to admit how much she affects you, but it’s not exactly admitting that you are in love with her for years. You want to reassure her anyway; you had your first time with someone before and you don’t want Alessia to feel insecure. Or worst, not enough.

It seems to work because she is smiling again, and you can’t resist to the want to kiss her again.

“But if you want to try some things together, we can do it too. Or if you miss something –“

“No” she cuts you, shaking her head. “I don’t miss anything I swear.”

She’s blushing again but you feel like she’s telling you the truth. When she talks again, she’s mumbling, looking at her fingers.

“It’s just that I never felt that way before and I want you to feel as good as I am.”

You could literally melt right now. You take a big breath, drawing her attention on you again.

“Lessi, you have no idea how good you make me feel. Really.”

She seems skeptical though, looking at you attentively. That girl will be the death of you.

“But I’m not experimented like the other girls you slept with” she points, frowning. “How can it be as good as you say?”

“I told you. Because it’s you.”

She looks at you for several seconds before smiling shyly, and you are smiling back. You are touched that she had this process and how much your well-being count for her. You sometimes struggle to realize that after all those years you are Alessia Russo’s… things. You really had to talk about it at some point, but the talk you’re having tonight is maybe enough for now.

“Do you want to buy some things though?” Alessia asks. “You didn’t answer about you having anything, but I don’t really want to use something you already… Well, you know.”

“I understand” you smile softly. “We’ll look together, ok?”

Laying down on the bed again, you take her in your arms this time, kissing her softly. She seems to be relaxed now and you let yourself go against Alessia’s mattress. You love sleeping here. Everything smells Alessia.

“By the way, please don’t tell Leah what we’ve done tonight. We’re not supposed to do something physically tiring the night before games.” Alessia smirks several minutes after, making you laugh.

********

You need a little bit of conviction to get up from the bed and your girlfriend embrace the day after. You are still a bit tired and it’s only the idea of Leah coming to find you both in bed because you are late that makes you get up.

“You are late” Leah grumble when you arrive with Alessia.

“Sorry, sleepyhead here had trouble getting up” Alessia smirks.

“I’m on the Spanish schedule, it’s not my fault” you yawn.

Leah don’t have time to grumble one more time, because the waitress came soon after to give you the menu to chose what to eat. You study it with seriousness, your stomach feeling a little bit empty.

“The usual Less?” the waitress asks to Alessia.

You frown, looking at your girlfriend who nod and give her menu back. Leah passes her command after her and you have to fight the strange feeling you have to ask what you want too. Leah seems to have forget about your delay when the waitress left, but you still have that mix of jealousy and discomfort. Alessia never hide what she does during her day, and she told you several time that she went to brunch or eat breakfast with some of her teammates, but you never imagined that there will be a pretty brunette who seems to know your girlfriend’s order by heart.

“I’m talking to you, Sleepy” Leah says, kicking you under the table.

“Wow, way to hurt your opponent?” you grumble while Leah rolls her eyes. “What was it again?”

“Keira. She asks me to remember to bring her Scones.”

“Oh” you smirk softly, remembering what happened in the locker room yesterday. “She told you that she knows about Alessia and I?”

You explain to Alessia yesterday what happened, and she’s smiling too. She didn’t look sad or hurt that you kind of forgot to talk about it to Keira.

“She told me she discovered because your teammates can’t keep their mouths shut” Leah smirk.

“It was Lucy to be fair.”

Leah rolls her eyes one more time while Alessia laughs, but your smile is quickly faded when the waitress is back. She once again turns in Alessia’s direction with a big smile at first, before giving Leah’s plate then yours. You don’t like the way she looks at your girlfriend or even how she smiles at her.

Your eyebrows are still frown when you look at your plate and suddenly the bacon in it doesn’t seems as yummy as it should. Being already concerned by your changing mood, Alessia discreetly take your hand in hers while Leah is concentrated in her plate.

“What’s up?” Alessia whispers.

“Nothing” you say, forcing a smile.

But that doesn’t work. Alessia frowns, looking deeply into your eyes.

“Communication, remember?”

You sigh softly. She’s right, you promised each other to always talk to the other is something is wrong. But you don’t want to do it here.

“Later, ok?”

Alessia nods, but she doesn’t let go of your hand and relax only when you start to eat. The food is delicious to be honest and you understand why Alessia keep coming here. You don’t know what you will say to her about your feelings, you feel bad at the idea of depriving her from this menu.

When you’re finish, you went right to the stadium. You follow Leah in the parking lot and then follow Alessia who introduces you to the different places and people who punctuate her training sessions. You meet almost all of her teammates too, even if you know some of them already. Like Laia Codina, who you know because she was at Barcelona and that you are happy to see again or Beth Mead with who you play for England.

You already know Lia or Jen because of Leah and you are kind of relax around the team. When they need to get training, Alessia goes with you to the friend and family section, holding your hand.

“So, what happened during the breakfast?” Alessia asks.

You sigh softly. You have forgotten that you were supposed to talk to your girlfriend about this. You look at her and she’s already looking at you, concern in her soft baby blue eyes.

“It’s nothing, it’s just… that girl from the Café? The waitress?” Alessia nods, so you continue. “She was looking at you like you are the most beautiful thing in the world and she’s right because you are, but it makes me realize that she can see you every morning if she wants to and I can’t. And that made me miss you, which is probably stupid because you were sitting right next to me, but…”

You shrug, not knowing how to end your sentence. But Alessia nods once again, seeming to understand what you were meaning. Which is already relieving at your eyes. She squeezes your hand softly before answering.

“It’s not stupid at all, I understand the feeling. I miss to have you next to me in the morning and falling asleep against you at night. I miss you almost every second of the day. But we chose to give us a chance and we knew what it would be. I’m sure it’s worth it.”

You feel your heart fluttered once again and you look around you to be sure that no one is near you, before taking her tight in your arms. She holds you as tight as you are doing, and it help you to feel better.

“I have nothing to worry about, right?” you whisper with your chin on her shoulder.

“Nothing.”

She backs her head to have a look at you and she’s smiling softly. You trust her, of course you do. She’s like the sweetest and the gentlest human being. And then she kisses you, not long but softly.

When Alessia left you in the family and friend section, you go to look for your seat, but you are soon spotted by Amanda, Leah’s mom. She waves at you and makes sign for you to come to her, which you do because no one can refuse anything to Leah’s mum.

“Hi darling!” she says happily when you are at her level. “Fancy seeing you here.”

“Oh, uh…” you mumble while she hugs you.

“Leah told me why you’re here, but don’t worry your secret is safe with me.”

She smiles at you, taping your cheek in a motherly way before making you sit next to her. You recognize next to her Leah’s nan, who you salute too. Amanda looks at your shirt, raising an eyebrow.

“Not wearing an Arsenal jersey?”

“Alexia would probably kill me if I do something like this” you laugh. “Maybe she would make an exception for Alessia’s, but I’m not sure it’s a good idea.”

“Why that? Everyone seems to think that Less and you are good friends.”

Amanda seems to know what happened in the social media, with the video of you going to recomfort Alessia after the finale in Australia. Everyone said how much you are a good friend, choosing to make your friend’s feelings better rather than being focused on yours.

“I’ll think about it for the next time” you promise.

“Great. In the meantime, wear this.”

Without letting you the time to look at what it exactly was, Amanda put one Arsenal scarf on your shoulders. Leah’s face is print on it, and if you don’t see at least one twitt or one TikTok editing you with your friend, it would be a miracle.

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richmond's receptionist; part two

part 1.

pairings: jamie tartt x reader, all of richmond is mentioned again.

summary: you're the receptionist at richmond fc, and after forming a bond with their star striker jamie tartt, the team becomes somewhat reliant on you to keep him fired up.

words: 7313

warnings: alcohol and slight inebriation, no smut at all but suggestive references and behaviour, sexual tension, painful pining.

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after leaving the bustling Richmond headquarters, you find yourself sitting across from Jamie at the Crown and Anchor. although it's nothing fancy, Jamie asked Mae to clear out the back area of the pub, allowing for the two of you to have some privacy. when the two of you walked in, Jamie was greeted with cheers and pats on his back from the football fans who call this place their second home. he thanked them all as Mae led you two towards the more secluded area before promising there would be nobody bothering you any further.

"do you think Mae does lattes?" you joke, looking down at the menu. Jamie laughs as he studies the list of food to order. your eyes skim the small booklet of options, and you reckon you could eat it all if you really wanted to. the excitement of the match and all of your tension with Jamie has left you absolutely starving.

"by the way, y/n, my treat." he says, shooting you a wink.

"no, no, Jamie, you don't have-" you start, but he interrupts you. he lifts his pointer finger up to you and wags it side to side, tilting his head with a cocky grin; "my treat" he insists.

you can't help but blush, looking back down at the menu in an attempt to hide it. your eyes pretend to read the words, but all the letters are jumbled and blurry as you try to steady your breathing in the most subtle way possible. your nerves tie knots around your stomach, suddenly realising you're on a date... with Jamie Tartt.

"I'm getting a pint to celebrate. want one?"

"sure, thanks Jamie," you smile at him as he stands up, ready to head to the bar.

"that's my girl." Jamie winks at you again, tapping his hand on the table before walking away. your mouth falls open and your breath catches, making you need to cough. you wait until he's far enough not to notice you before clearing your throat. you can feel your ears burning up as you take a deep breath, steadying your heart rate. after a few puffs in and out, you feel yourself relax and your head clearing. you scan the menu again, your eyes landing on the pub-classic chicken strips and chips. as if on cue, your stomach rumbles, and you quickly clutch your sides to silence the sound.

"y'alright?" Jamie chuckles as he approaches you, a beer bottle in one hand, and a glass in the other; "m'lady" he says with a soft smile as he places the pint in front of you. as he sits down, he takes a quick swig of his bottle.

you wrap your hand around the glass before lifting it up. choosing to ignore his awkward question, you say: "cheers to Richmond's big win."

Jamie's smile widens and his eyes soften as they look into yours, maintaining the eye contact as he clinks the body of his bottle to your glass. you both take a large drink of your beers, still holding each other's gaze. you notice how deep the blue of his eyes is, looking almost brown under the dim light of the pub. it perfectly shadows his face, highlighting his cheekbones and accentuating his strong jaw. you take your time to drag your eyes across his chiseled features, making sure to memorise each and every inch of his face for future reference.

"what ya starin' at?" he interrupts your daze.

"your face." you reply in a teasing tone.

"it's nice, innit?" Jamie's smile turns cocky again as he brushes his fingers against his chin.

"not bad," you mutter with an unimpressed look.

"you look-" he starts, but is interrupted by Mae who suddenly appears next to your table: "so what are we having tonight?"

Jamie chuckles and closes his mouth into a smile at the poorly-timed interruption. he shakes his head and sighs before pointing his hand towards you and saying: "whatever you want, love."

ignoring the blush creeping up your cheeks at the nickname, you cross your arms on the table and smile up at Mae; "we'll get the chicken strips, some onion rings and two chips to share, please Mae."

"of course, dear." she replies kindly, taking the menus from you before walking away.

"just chicken?" Jamie huffs as he chuckles again.

"good source of protein," you shrug, "don't you need some energy after your match?"

Jamie lets a proper laugh slip, contrasting his previous subdued ones. you laugh with him, finding his expressions infectious. his eyes crinkle at the corners as he bears a wide grin, and his laugh sounds genuine and sweet. there seems to be a sparkle in his eyes that you're sure you're just imagining.

"thanks for coming today," he breathes out.

"of course, I mean, I wouldn't want to miss it for the world," you smile at him, and he mirrors it softly, "and I wanted to make sure you knew I don't hate you or anything..."

Jamie's eyes leave yours and drop down to the table as he sighs deeply. you hold your breath for a moment, anticipating his response. despite being on a literal date with him, you still feel guilty for how you upset him.

"please stop worryin' so much y/n. I've already forgiven you – in fact I should be thanking you for helping us win." Jamie looks you straight in the eyes as he reassures you, and you find yourself struggling to breathe again. a smile creeps its way onto your face as you nod.

Jamie tilts his head down and raises his eyebrows, looking up at you in question. "yeah?" he asks.

"mhm..." you respond, biting your lip.

"understood?" he says, and you feel his knee brush against yours underneath the table.

you nod again as your smile widens; "understood."

"good." Jamie says, smile growing impossibly brighter.

the two of your stare at each other for what feels like hours, but is really just a few seconds. every time you get lost in his eyes your heart rate speeds up impossibly fast, and you wonder what the chances are of you passing out. a flash of heat hits your chest when you feel his knee brush yours again, so you pick up your glass and take three big gulps of beer.

"woah, woah, woah, what's the rush?" Jamie asks, holding up his hands and leaning back against the booth. when you look at him again, he looks more concerned than anything else, brows furrowed and mouth agape.

"what?" you say casually, quickly wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. Jamie's brows stay creased as his eyes widen, his smile reappearing.

"at least wait for me before drinking it all! okay, c'mon,"

Jamie picks up his bottle by the neck and you take note of how small it looks with his fingers wrapped around it. before getting the chance to get lost in thought, you shake your head to clear your mind. you take a deep breath before lifting your glass to your lips again, before you both start chugging your drinks. you watch him as you do so, racing to be the first to finish your drink. after gulping down the last of your beer, you put your glass back down on the table with a dull bang.

"ha! I beat you to it!" you cheer, putting your arms in the air in celebration.

Jamie laughs as he places his bottle down before leaning over the table and wrapping a hand around each of your wrists. he mirrors your smile as he gently pulls your hands down towards the table. placing your hands on top of each other, he holds his hands over them; "and what if I let you win?"

your eyes are wide as you feel the weight of his hands on yours. they're warm and gentle, and as soft as you'd imagined them to be. the contrast between his warm skin and his cold signet ring resting on your fingers runs goosebumps up your arm. your breath is wobbly when you part your lips, and your eyes glaze over as you relax under his touch. you muster a grin, leaning forward so you're only inches away from his face.

"and what if I'm just better than you?"

"I doubt you're a better striker than I am." he bites back.

"you don't know what I'm good at, Jamie Tartt."

"I can't wait to find out, y/n y/l/n."

hours of flirtatious chatter and genuine laughter pass in a blink, and you blush as Jamie taps his hand against the bar after paying for your dinner.

"thanks so much, Mae!" you say with a kind smile. her smile matches yours as she winks at you, not saying anything.

your blush deepens and you feel yourself getting shy as Jamie takes your hand in his before heading through the doors, pulling you outside behind him. he doesn't look back at you, just walks with you in tow. he turns the corner into a small street, out of sight from the last lingering Richmond fans. when he lets go of your hand, you immediately miss the warmth and support it gave you. slightly inebriated, you steady yourself by standing with your back against the brick wall of a shop.

Jamie looks down the street, checking to see if there's anyone around. assuming the coast is clear, he finally turns to face you properly. the street is dimly lit, and his face is cast in dark shadows as he looks down at you. he's stood painfully close to you, and you can feel the warmth radiating from his body without him actually touching you.

Jamie's expression is unreadable, but the goofy smile he's had all evening is gone. you can feel the blood pumping through your heart as you look up at him. with your jaw slack, your chest heaves as you breathe heavily. your eyelids flutter into a few blinks in a poor attempt to compose yourself, but his gaze stays focused on yours. you struggle to fight the urge to reach for his hand again, but decide instead to tuck them behind your back in case you do something you may regret.

"y/n," Jamie starts, and he sounds breathless as he speaks your name. you don't respond, just keep your gaze locked on his. he drops his eyes down to your lips briefly, before dragging them up over your face to look you in the eyes again.

he lifts the hand that previously held yours up to your face, carefully running his fingers through the hair around your ear. he touches you as if you're made of porcelain and any slight pressure will break you. he brings his thumb to your cheekbone, grazing it across before bringing it down to your jaw. his fingers slide across your neck as he rests his thumb on your chin, tilting your head up every so slightly before brushing his thumb over your bottom lip softly. his head dips down until he's so close to you that you can feel his breath fan your lips. your breath hitches as you blink at him. the skin he'd touched feels on fire, and your head spins and blurs as he keeps flicking his eyes between yours and your lips. you let your eyes flutter shut, placing one of the hands from behind your back on his arm to steady yourself. alcohol and anticipation rushes through your veins and you can hear your heartbeat throbbing in your ears.

Jamie takes your closed eyes as a sign, finally brushing his lips against yours so softly you feel you may have imagined it. his breathing is heavy as you feel the blow against your skin. your other hand subconsciously lifts, and you hold it against his hard chest. his lips meet yours again, applying a bit more pressure this time. it's more of a peck than a kiss, and it's short and sweet. clearly, he's testing the waters. he presses his lips to the corner of your mouth next, holding it there for a few seconds. the goosebumps that rise on your skin quickly subdue your blush, and suddenly your mind begins to clear. you begin picturing your front desk at Richmond, and Rebecca's smiling face. flashes of Keeley, Ted, and Isaac interrupt your daze as you come to your senses.

flicking your eyes open, you press the hand on Jamie's chest to push him away from you; "Jamie, wait," you breathe, eyes avoiding his by looking down at the ground.

"wh- are you alright? did I do somethin'?" he asks while he shakes his head, confused.

you shake your head too, clutching your hands together and playing awkwardly with your fingers.

"no, Jamie, I'm sorry... I can't do this."

"what?" his confusion is replaced with shock as he takes a step back.

"I practically work for you, Jamie."

"no you don't– what are you on about?"

"Jamie," you say sternly, looking up at him with glossed over eyes, "please don't fight me on this... I don't want to lose my job just because I couldn't keep it in my pants."

rolling his eyes, he lets out a frustrated sigh; "you're not gonna lose your job, y/n. you work for Rebecca, not me. besides... no one has to know."

his insistence causes you to furrow your brows at him, surprised by what he's implying, but certainly not complaining.

smirking up at him, your hand moves to touch his arm; "what? you mean keep it a secret?"

"keep what a secret?" a voice chirps from beside you suddenly, and you let out a shrill yelp as Jamie jumps back in fear.

"what the fuck?!" he shouts, a hand on his chest and the other held out in front of him.

"oh my God! Ted!" you gasp in relief when you see who exactly interrupted you.

"hey guys! how're we doing tonight?" Ted says with a smile, hands in the pockets of his khaki's.

"fuck's sake, Ted! what are you doin' here?" Jamie says, bent over with his hands on his knees as he catches his breath.

"I live here... right up there," Ted replies bluntly, pointing to a flat a few doors down from where you were standing.

"right," Jamie says flatly.

"oh, lovely," you breathe, still recovering from your fright.

"I like taking evening strolls to clear my mind, y'know? after our big win today I really just needed some fresh air." Ted explains.

still leaning against the wall, you move your hands behind your back again and smile as you listen to him. you try not to think about Jamie, who's now standing at a more appropriate distance from you. the feeling of his lips ghosts your skin as you lick your lips, desperately trying to rid yourself of the taste of him.

"Jamie let me congratulate you again on the win today. oh, and y/n, thank you for fixing him." Ted smiles politely as he bows forward to both of you.

"cheers, Coach." Jamie replies, voice flat.

"thanks, Ted! it was hard, but Jamie's a softie at heart so he's already forgiven me." you laugh before glancing over at Jamie who was already looking at you. you expected him to look irritated by your teasing, but instead, he bares a soft look you don't quite recognise.

"anyways, I'll let you kids get back to keeping secrets. see you two on Monday!" Ted says with a shit eating grin on his face.

"bye, Coach." Jamie says.

"see you Monday!" you call to Ted as he walks past you towards the park in the distance. with his back to you, he lifts a hand and waves.

you and Jamie watch him walk away, waiting for him to be out of earshot. once Ted's across the road, both of you let out a deep breath, hearty laughs building in your chests.

"Jesus Christ," Jamie sighs heavily, placing a hand on his chest again as he laughs. you laugh too, covering your face with your hands before raking your fingers through your hair. when you lift your head back up, Jamie's staring at you with that look again. you wish you could read his mind and know exactly what he was thinking, but you'll just have to wait until he shows you.

with a deep sigh, you push yourself off the wall, feeling completely sobered up. you dig through your jacket pocket for your phone, ignoring Jamie's stare while you unlock it. you order an Uber home quickly, glad there's one only a two minutes away. pocketing your phone again, you lift your head up to look at Jamie again.

his head turns quickly when you look at him, hand reaching up to rub the back of his neck nervously. brushing off his awkward cover, you let him think you didn't notice he was still gawking at you.

"Jamie." you say, stepping towards him. you place a hand on his elbow, sliding it up onto his forearm to pull his hand down from behind his head. your hand slips into his subtly, wrapping your fingers around his.

"y/n." he sighs, squeezing your hand softly.

"thank you for dinner. I'll see you on Monday," you say to him.

"yeah... see you on Monday." he sighs, clearly disappointed at the outcome of your date.

you stand up on your tippy toes, leaning forward until you're face is next to his. you hear his breath hitch in his throat, so you decide to tease him just that little bit more.

letting your lips graze his earlobe, you whisper into his ear: "this isn't rejection."

you quickly peck his cheek before lowering yourself again, dropping his hand. with a small smile, you watch a blush appear on his cheeks.

"goodnight, Jamie." you say confidently before walking around the corner and towards your Uber. clearly stunned into silence, Jamie doesn't say anything as you walk away. he turns around to watch you get into the car, smiling at you. once you're comfortable in the backseat, you look at him through the window with a cheeky grin. you send him a wave, hoping he waves back. but he doesn't – instead, he shoves his hands into his jacket pockets and sends you a wink.

—

"good morning, y/n." Rebecca's smile is wide as she walks through the door. usually, she would keep walking towards the stairs to go up to her office, but this morning, she stops at your desk.

widening your tired eyes, you look up at her with a suspicious look; "good morning, Rebecca..." you trail off.

"how was your weekend?" she asks, cocking her head to the side, her smile not budging. her face is creeping you out, but you'd rather die than point that out to your boss.

"it was good. how was yours?" you ask politely, scared to blink as she holds eye contact.

"it was lovely... still reeling about our win." she chuckles, lifting her fist and shaking it in feigned excitement.

"me too," you say turning your chair to face your computer again, your head staying still as your body twists, "okay... thank you, Rebecca..."

her smile suddenly drops and she rolls her eyes, moving closer to your desk. in a hushed whisper she says: "okay, spit it out. tell me everything!"

you scoff and chuckle to yourself, turning your chair to face her again.

"Rebecca, I-"

"actually, forget it. come to lunch with me and Keeley later, then you can tell us everything! ha!" she says with a maniacal laugh.

"uhm, yeah! sure- yes... I'd love to!" you sputter, and suddenly you're wide awake.

Rebecca throws you a curt nod in response before strutting towards her office. once the sound of her heels disappears up the stairs, you sigh deeply, closing your eyes for a moment to take a few deep breaths.

you whisper to yourself as you breathe in and out "1... 2... 3... 4..."

"5!" a man shouts to you, causing you to jump in your seat, gripping onto the handles as you look up in shock.

"Higgins! good morning..." you sigh in annoyance, but try to cover it up by throwing him a fake smile.

"good morning, y/n." he nods at you and genuinely smiles at you, completely oblivious to your irritation.

he walks away, and you finally turn to your computer to print another week's worth of sign-in sheets. while placing the papers in their respective clipboard, you imagine seeing Jamie again this morning. suddenly, you get hot and flustered, and you realise that your actions will actually have consequences. it was fun teasing him and all, but having to act professional with him in front of everyone at Richmond isn't going to be as easy or enjoyable.

"hey y/n." Colin says as he walks up to your desk right as you place the clipboard on top of it. he has a big grin on his face, and you can't wait to know why.

"hi Colin! have a good weekend?" you ask with a smirk. you hand him a Richmond-branded pen and watch him sign his name.

"God, y/n, there's just something so special about men isn't there?"

you cackle at him, completely not expecting those words to come out of his mouth.

"what?"

"just... think about that." he says seriously, smile gone from his face, "sit on it, if you will."

you continue to laugh as he turns his back without another word, and you're expression stays bewildered while you watch him walk down the hallway.

"what's so funny?" Isaac asks, brows creased, of course.

"nothing, nothing... how are you, Captain?" you wave a hand in front of your face to cool yourself.

"ecstatic about our win. excited for training." he states frankly, face like stone.

"oh, yeah, I can tell!" you say with a teasing smile. Isaac doesn't respond, or even smile, but he blows a small huff of air out of his nose, which you choose to count as a big loud laugh.

the rest of the team arrives in droves, all of them taking their time to sign in and greet you. every time anyone asks about your weekend, you just shrug and find different ways to congratulate them on their match. clearly, they're all still celebrating their win, and you count your lucky stars no one brings up Jamie. that is, until the coaches show up.

"morning, y/n!" Ted says as Beard takes to signing them both in. normally, Ted stands at a normal distance from your desk – but today, he puts his elbows on top of it and places his head in his hands, looking at you with a grin.

"hey Ted," you smile politely, ignoring his clearly teasing expression.

he quickly raises his eyebrows twice, before saying: "do you, perchance, know where Jamie is this morning?"

"you can't just say perchance, Ted." you shrug at him, rolling your eyes playfully.

"hey, don't change the subject. where's Jamie?" he points a finger gun at you, pretending to threaten you.

putting your hands in the air, you pretend to surrender; "you caught me! I killed him. I couldn't stand the shame of being seen with him in public that I just had to get rid of him. please... forgive me..."

Ted keeps his finger gun pointed at you as you pretend to cry. in the meantime, Beard has finished signing both of them in, and is making his way down the hallway without a word.

"what the fuck?"

you quickly lower your hands, folding them in your lap. Ted, however, keeps the gag going, pointing his fingers at Jamie, who's holding two takeaway coffee cups.

"Mr Tartt! you're late! how will you pay– okay whatever, I'm done." Ted says, giving up the gag midway.

"bye, Ted." you say, smiling at him.

"bye, y/n," he smiles at you before turning to Jamie, "hurry."

"alright, alright," Jamie sighs, moving towards the desk and placing down one of the cups.

instinctively, you reach out a hand to take the coffee and sip it. Jamie doesn't say a word, just signs himself in. you ignore his silence as you lift the cup to your lips, taking a small sip.

"huh?!" you pull the cup away from your mouth as quick as you can, "Jamie?!"

usually, when you take a sip, you taste a delicious, perfectly cooled-down, latte. but today, you taste something bitter and grassy. you look up at Jamie, clearly confused and annoyed. there's a smirk on his face, not a hot one, and as he places the pen down on the desk he says: "green tea. enjoy it, babe."

he shoots you a quick wink before walking down the hallway and disappearing around the corner. you scoff at him, wishing you could call after him. instead, you take a deep breath, and try another sip of your green tea. with a grimace already on your face, you take another sip, before shaking your head when it touches your tastebuds.

"hm- no, no. never again." you say to yourself, standing up and speed walking towards the staff room to make yourself a shitty coffee.

throughout the morning, you make up any excuse to walk past the locker room and training pitch. you start using the printer on the other side of the building, and only go to the bathroom near the pitch which only the players use. you even go out to the small car park to sneak a look at the training pitch, rationalising it by telling yourself you need some fresh air.

you only catch slight glances of Jamie, and most of the time it's from a distance. the effort is definitely distracting you from your work, but as long as you don't leave your desk for more than ten minutes, your absence will go unnoticed.

as the clock nears noon, you wonder if there's time for one last bathroom trip before having lunch with Keeley and Rebecca. sliding out of your chair, you slip out of the desk and speed walk down the hallway. as you turn the corner, you hear the bustle of the Richmond team pouring into the changing room. cursing yourself under your breath, you make it your mission to reach the bathrooms unnoticed. you straighten your posture, keeping your head forward as you pick up your pace. you glide past the locker room, the coaches office, and the gym. you turn the last corner, peering behind you to make sure no one is behind you. starting to sigh in relief, you look in front of you, only to be met with Jamie standing right in front of you. you yelp in surprise, and quickly cover your mouth with your hands as not to attract attention to yourself.

"what are you doing here, y/n? these are our bathrooms." Jamie grumbles in a deep, hushed tone.

you're speechless, and breathless, as you look up at Jamie with big eyes. the fright he gave you is still evident in your panting breaths, and your mind is blank. his eyes flick between yours and your lips, and he turns his body in front of you, making you press your back into the wall. he moves closer to you, placing a hand on the wall right beside your face. you can hear the team in their changing room nearby, and the thought of one of them seeing you and Jamie like this fills you with adrenaline rather than fear.

Jamie leans his face even closer to yours, sliding his lips lightly against your cheek as he dips towards your ear; "I don't think you're supposed to be here, y/n... aren't you meant to be behind your desk?"

goosebumps cover your skin at the feeling of his breath fanning your neck. you fight to keep your breathing steady, but miserably fail when you feel his other hand rest on your waist. he smells like fresh deodorant and heat, and you can trace the scent of his conditioner in his hair. you nod your head, not able to force out any words.

"right, so... if I were to tell Rebecca that you've been leaving your desk all day just to see me... do you think she'll let that slide?" his voice is low and rumbles in your ear, giving you shivers down your spine. you shake your head in response, choosing to stay quiet.

his hand leaves your waist and you almost whine at the loss, and he lifts it up to tuck your hair behind your ear. mirroring the movements from after your date, he runs his fingers along your jaw, touching his thumb to your bottom lip again.

"know your place, y/n. I'll see you later."

your eyes flutter shut at his words and when you open them, his hands are gone from your skin. standing a safe distance away from you, Jamie scoffs and smirks, crossing his arms across his broad chest. clearly proud of himself, he looks your body up and down shamelessly, dragging his eyes over your figure. meeting your gaze again, he winks at you, before disappearing behind the corner.

left standing against the cold wall, you're breathless and feel like you're overheating. you huff out a 'phew' before pushing yourself off the wall. brushing down your shirt, you fix its collar and sleeves, hoping you don't look too disheveled. Jamie barely touched you, and yet you feel like you've just been railed.

you fix your hair and take a deep breath before turning the corner and speeding down the hallway. you manage a few measly greetings to the few people who say hello to you, but focus your energy on getting back to your desk. when you get there, you rush to your chair, feeling as if your legs are about to give out beneath you. you clutch your glass of water and chug it, needing to cool down. you slump back, catching your breath as the cold water settles you, pulling you back from the brink of collapse.

"y/n? lunch time!" Keeley squeals from down the hallway beside you. you know the smile you give her is wonky, and suddenly you can't wait to debrief with her and Rebecca.

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"you rejected him?!" Keeley shouts at you, almost spitting out her noodles.

"no! that's the point, I didn't reject him. I just left him wanting more," you shrug.

Rebecca and Keeley look at you with shock written all over their faces, even though you look at them with a smile.

"why didn't you just shag him?!" Rebecca exclaims.

you sigh, setting your takeaway box on the coffee table in front of you; "look, girls, if you were there you'd get it,"

"I was there. I get it." Ted adds. he's sitting on a separate chair with a sandwich he brought from home, while you, Keeley, and Rebecca are sitting on her plush couches.

"Ted, I never thought I would say this but, please... tell me more." Rebecca sighs.

"I don't kiss and tell, or – watch an almost-kiss and tell – but what I can tell you, is that y/n has Jamie Tartt wrapped around her little finger."

you blush at Ted's words, and you suddenly feel like a teenage girl again. your thing with Jamie feels like a pining high school crush again where you exchange glances in the hallway and blush at each other in class.

"don't you wanna shag him?" Keeley asks you.

"of course I want to shag him! just... not right now." you say, picking up your food again and taking a bite.

"from the way he was looking at you on Saturday night, I can promise you y/n, he's at your beck and call." Ted assures you.

your brows furrow at his words, and you struggle to decide whether you appreciate his words or feel rather sick with embarrassment at the sound of them; "thanks...?" you drawl.

the three of them look at you with pity written all over their faces; "why are you all looking at me like that?"

"we just want you to get some!" Keeley grunts, humping the air. she always knows how to make you smile.

"we nearly kissed after our date, but all I could think about was you guys,"

"I'm flattered," Keeley says as she flicks her long hair behind her shoulder, and Ted agrees with her.

shrugging them off, you continue: "I just started worrying about us having an inappropriate workplace relationship. I mean, he's technically my boss."

Keeley makes a distasteful face at your explanation, while Rebecca silently blinks at you in utter confusion. Ted raises his eyebrows as he avoids your eyes and takes a bite out of his sandwich.

"is that shade?" Keeley speaks up after a few long seconds.

"huh?" you shake your head.

"are you saying my workplace relationship with Roy is inappropriate?" she laughs, sitting up onto her knees as she grabs onto Rebecca's shoulders.

"yes! and, y/n, are you referring to me and Sam?" Rebecca adds, holding back a burst of laughter.

your face drops at their words, immediately regretting what you said. you hold your hands up in defense, shaking your head quickly; "no! no! not at all! I just- I don't want to lose my job!"

Keeley and Rebecca's laughter is loud and obnoxious, and as you look to Ted for help he just gives you a tight-lipped smile before getting up to leave.

"Ted?"

"good luck," he mouths to you, hurrying out of Rebecca's office. the sound of the door shutting is concealed under the sound of Keeley and Rebecca's boisterous laughter.

"please, guys, come on," you say at a normal volume, but the two don't stop laughing. at this point, Keeley is lying on the couch kicking her legs in the air with laughter. meanwhile, Rebecca is doubled over laughing, clutching her necklace in her hands as she struggles to breathe.

"LADIES!" you shout, loud enough to snap the two of them out of their laughing fit. they chuckle and pant as they catch their breaths, wiping tears from their eyes. you give them their moment to calm down, suddenly feeling extremely shy at the topic of discussion.

"what should I do?" you ask sincerely, cheeks blushing.

"I say you should keep him chasing after you," Rebecca starts.

"yeah, like a hunter and prey situation," Keeley adds.

"what? no, I don't want to be Jamie's prey!"

"no, see, you both take turns in each position. one moment, you tease him and take control, and the next, you act all innocent and naive and let him take control." Rebecca explains.

Keeley nods along as she speaks, continuing from Rebecca's point; "exactly! that will drive him absolutely mad! it's perfect, y/n, you have to mess with him until you physically can't keep your hands off each other."

"aha! I'm so excited!" Rebecca claps and Keeley copies her, both of them squealing like girls.

you smile to yourself, remembering how good it felt to leave him hanging on Saturday, and how deeply you felt your interaction in the hallway before lunch. maybe the two in front of you are right, and maybe it won't hurt to tease Jamie a bit. after all, he's Richmond's star striker, you might as well play with his ego.

"so... you won't fire me?" you ask Rebecca, eyebrows raised.

"not for having a relationship, no. if I catch you having sex on my desk, however, that would be an entirely different conversation." Rebecca's words are serious, even though Keeley giggles beside her.

"understood. thanks, boss." you salute to Rebecca before letting a wide smile cover your face. soon enough, the three of you are squealing in excitement, just like teenage girls.

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that evening, as all of Richmond signs themselves out for the day, you wait in anticipation to see Jamie stroll towards you. your staff colleagues leave first, always taking the first opportunity to head home. bidding your goodbyes to all of them, you count down the minutes to when the players turn the corner. hearing the familiar noise of their laughter and chatter, you sit up straight with a smile, waiting to see the guys.

"y/n!" Sam exclaims, being the first to lead the pack towards your desk, "how are you?!"

"hiya Sam, I'm great! what about you?"

"ugh, amazing! I'm heading to the restaurant now to host for the evening – we're fully booked!"

"oh woah, Sam, that's incredible! I'm so happy for you! have fun!" you gawk at him, wishing you could give him a hug.

"thank you very much. have a good night, y/n!"

as soon as you wave at Sam, there's a small group of players already pushed up to your desk trying to sign out; Isaac, Colin, Dani, and Jan Maas.

"hi y/n," Dani smiles at you. Colin and Jan bicker amongst themselves as Isaac signs all of them out.

"hey guys! how was training?" you ask them.

"amazing!", Dani says, "I don't know what you did to Jamie but he's on fire!"

you laugh a little at his words, confused by what he means. sure, you riled him up for the match but other than that, what effect have you been having on him on the pitch?

"what do you mean?" you ask with a smile.

"it's true. he's faster, more focused, and puts everything he has on the pitch, even though it's just training. no more half-assed narcissistic shit." Isaac adds.

"he's completely hyped! when he runs towards me during training I fear for my life, but in the dressing room, he's so kind I want to hug him." you laugh at Dani's words.

Isaac gives you a curt nod before walking towards the door, and Dani follows in tow after giving you a wave.

"see you, y/n!" Jan chirps as he leaves behind them. you say bye to him, expecting Colin to leave too, but instead, he leans over your desk.

"Jamie is absolutely smitten with you," he whispers with a serious expression, "he needs you, and the team needs him – keep doing whatever it is you're doing."

your mouth drops open and shut a few times, at a loss for words. all you can muster as you stare at his stern face is a: "thanks? I think,"

"goodnight." he says in a normal voice, tapping the desk before jogging out the door to follow his teammates.

the rest of the team passes you in a haze, your body on autopilot as you say bye to each of them. once the crowd clears, you check the clipboard, noticing Jamie is the only one who hasn't signed out. the staff has gone home, the team has left, and the coaches are all signed out. Rebecca and Higgins are upstairs, so you know your next move will go unnoticed.

you stand up from your chair, quickly brushing your hands down your clothes and fixing your hair to make sure you look presentable. hopping down from the desk, you glance up the stairs to Rebecca's office. her door is closed, so you assume she's busy enough not to come downstairs any time soon. with confidence, you strut down the hallway, mustering up the courage for what you're about to do. shoes hitting the floor in a steady rhythm, you make your way to the team's changing room. as you walk, you take some deep breaths to settle your nerves.

the door to the locker room is closed when you reach it, and as you push it open, Jamie's head snaps up to look at you. he's on his phone, elbows resting on his knees. you slam the door shut behind you, quickly glancing at the coach's office to make sure the two of you are truly alone.

"y/n," Jamie says with a small smile, a glint in his eyes at the sight of you.

you waste no time to walk towards him, stopping right in front of him. you slot yourself between his legs, forcing him to sit up straight and put his phone down. bringing a hand up to his shoulder, you run your fingers over the crook of his neck, moving your hand down across his collarbones before brushing his chest. looking him up and down shamelessly, you are fueled by the look in his eyes. quickly shifting from soft to hungry, his look is lust filled and dark. his hands move up to the back of your thighs, pulling you closer. he runs his fingers down to your calves before dragging them up to just below your ass.

"what happened to not wanting to be inappropriate in the workplace?" he asks, voice sultry as he looks up at you.

"everyone's gone... we're off the clock." you smirk at him, and his hands take place firmly on your ass. he runs his tongue over his bottom lip, and you can't help but let your eyes drop down to watch the slick movement.

lifting your hands, you place them both on each side of his neck, using one thumb to pull at his earlobe while the other runs gently over his adam's apple. he swallows nervously, and you feel the movement in his throat beneath your finger. your eyes scan his face, while his are focused on your lips. the cocky smirk has disappeared, and now Jamie looks like putty in your hands. his eyes half-lidded, jaw slack, his breaths are shallow and short as he awaits your next move.

you lick your lips, knowing he's staring at them, and you hear his breath hitch in his throat. the hand previously placed on his throat now moves up the back of his neck. your touch runs over the short hairs at the nape of his neck, and you can feel the goosebumps that arise on his skin at the feeling. you lean forward, and his grip on your ass loosens. lips to his ear, you brush your cheek against his, quietly admiring how soft his skin is.

his breath fans your neck with how close you stand, and you ignore the thrill it gives you. you take a deep breath, making him wait excruciatingly long for what you're going to do. you place a small kiss on the soft skin beside his ear before whispering: "I'll see you tomorrow, Jamie. don't forget to sign out."

quickly standing up straight, you smile innocently at him as you take a step back. his hands lift to reach out for you again, but instead you move away and walk towards the door. without looking back, cockiness fills your stride as you exit the locker room, leaving behind a breathless Jamie Tartt.

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thank u for reading! i hope u liked this! pls give me any kind of feedback or even ideas for part three, my ask is open!

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gadriezmannsgirl · 9 months

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Hi, I absolutely love your writing!

I wanted to ask if you could write a Fermín x reader where reader works at the club as one of the fitness trainers and Fermín has the biggest crush on her, and gets teased all the time by his teammates because he get’s completely flustered all the time she helps him with something. At the end he is tired of their teasing and finally asks her out, and he’s really shy toward her. Thank you ❤️

My first Fermín fic ever🥹✨🫶🏼 Hope you'll like this, please let me know, feedback is really important to me!

By Your Side -F.L32

Summary: You're his fitness trainer but he wants you to be something more

You were dreaming. You felt like you were even though you knew you weren't. Dreams do come true. You remember crying when you graduated with honors at School of Physical Activity and Sport Sciences, but you cried even more knowing that the FC Barcelona wanted you to do your internship with them after creating a customized training program.

Not only you got to met your favorite players, you got to work with them and be part of your favorite club, being someone important in the team and for them to take your words and opinions into consideration. To ask you questions, guides on how to be better, how to work out to avoid an injury...

However, being young and female, people- mostly men, liked to make fun of it. Why would a girl be doing in a men's world? Thank heavens, your club supported you and praised you for your hard work and mostly, the ones who were doing it were the players. You had to be constantly around them, making a diet, doing a program, training and everything...

So it wasn't hard for you to get along with them and mostly with the younger ones like Ferran, Pedri, Lamine, Marc G, Gavi, Alejandro and Fermín. You joked with them and had a running joke with each one, your banter only understandable by you guys.

On the other hand, crushing over one of the players? Now, that wasn't on your list but you couldn't help it, he's sweet and funny, shy and aggressive, soft outside the pitch and hard inside, he's very intelligent and hardworking, treating you right in and outside work.

You sighed watching his name in your list. Fermín López.

And a small smile broke into your face.

There was one thing everyone understood but you. Fermín's crush on you. He didn't meant it. You are pretty, yes. But once he got to know you his attraction for you went more than just looks. Every time he spent with you, he fell more for you. And everyone knew it. And often he got teased by it.

Whenever you passed by, stopped to talk or even when your name was mentioned in a conversation, the tables would turn and the teasing would get to him, making him shake his head at his friends and coworkers while hang his head low for no one to see the obvious blush that covered his cheeks.

"Pero pídele una cita, chaval" (Ask her out on a date, dude) Ferran said hitting Fermín's shoulder

"¿Podréis parar un poco?" (Can you stop for a little bit?) Fermín said looking at both, Ferran and Lamine

"Venga, Trujillo" (C'mon, Trujillo) Pedri appeared in his other side "You never know if she wants it, as well"

"She's just our fitness trainer tho. I wouldn't want her to end up in a mess just because I like her"

"You never know what can happen, Fer" Ferran said patting his back "The worst thing could be her ending up fired" All the looks went to Ferran "What?"

"Tiburón, mejor no hables" (Shark, it's better if you don't talk) Pedri said shaking his head at his best friend's antics

"Bueno... That's a posibility" Fermín said sighing

"I mean, it is. But it doesn't have to be like that"

"Sorry the interruption" You said "Pedri, you're doing it wrong" You smile "No wonder why you get easily injured" You joke shaking your head softly

"Hey, it's not my fault I'm fragile!" You stopped smiling giving him the right instructions

"Leg pulled out completely and chin up, go now" You said before turning to Fermín "Your back, señor" You said straightening your back to show him "Good!" You smile "Keep the work, guys"

"Gracias, Y/N/N" He said in a breath as you smile at him

They saw how you went up to Gündogan and Cancelo who were doing push-up's.

"Stop drooling" Lamine said as both, Ferran and Pedri laughed as Fermín wanted to stop what he was doing and hit the back of the youngest head

"Si queréis, la próxima lo gritas más fuerte" (If you want, next time you scream it louder) Fermín said

"I can do that" The youngest didn't catched on Fermin's sarcasm

"And if he can't, we for sure can" Raphinha said with Jules besides him

"No ustedes también, por favor" (Not you too guys, please) Fermín said putting his head on his hands

"What's going on?" Frenkie says drying his face with a towel

"Fermín's crush on Y/N"

"Right! Are you going to tell her?" Frenkie asks winning a groan from him and a round of laughter from the guys

"Can you at least keep it down, guys? By the end of the routine she'll know about it"

"Is it a good or a bad thing?" Robert, who now joined to conversation, asked. Fermín let out a sigh when he saw you walk out the training room

"A very bad one"

"Why?"

"Because she's our fitness trainer and she could get in trouble?"

"Everyone knows you're friends outside this place with her and no one is commenting a thing on it-"

"As they should" Fermín said nodding his head

"So I don't think they'll say something if you ask her out on a date" Robert shrugged his shoulders

"But what if-?"

"Stop with that, you never know what might happen if you never try it" Araújo says with a smile "Besides, she might as well like you"

"And then you'll be a happy couple" Marc Casadó said

"Happy ever after, isn't it?" Oriol joked making everyone laugh and Fermín blush

"Stop guys" He said standing up from the machine "I'll be going"

"You can do it!"

"Good luck, chaval!" Gündogan yelled being followed by everyone

Once Fermín was out the training room, he pushed his weight onto the door, closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

He loved his co-workers, teammates and his friends to death but dear god-

"Hola Fermín"

"¡Puta madre!" (Fuck's sake!) Fermín yelled out startled and startling you as well

"Hostias, I know I don't look good in my work clothes but it's not like that"

"No! No. You look great! You look great, believe me. I just didn't expect it" You laugh lightly seeing him worried

"I was kinda joking, Trujillo. Calm down" He blushed smiling at the nickname while you laughed softly

"¿Qué?" (What?)

"You're blushing"

"I'm sweaty, that's why" You both laugh as he tries to calm himself down

"Sure, of course" You nod giggling

"Pero que tú tambien estás sonrojada" (But you're also blushing)

"It's hot today!"

"Such a liar you are!" You laugh sticking your tongue out

"But in all seriousness... are you feeling okay? I saw you coming out from the room and you looked anxious. Is everything okay?"

"Yes, everything is fine! I'm just overthinking some things" You nod

"I gotcha" You said crossing your arms over your chest "You wanna talk about it?"

Fermín looks at you and frowns "Don't cross your arms like that"

"Over my chest?" He nods "Why?"

"You instantly frown and your smile disappears. You're prettier while smiling" You blushed and smiled

"You're distracting me from your problem"

"That's my problem"

"I'm being serious"

He giggles "So am I" He says shrugging his shoulders

"Fermín"

"¿Qué?" He laughs

"I'm serious"

"I'm not having any problem, Y/N" He smiles "It was mainly just some things, the guys were saying"

"What did they say?"

"It was some teasing but it's a pretty serious thing for me and I get them but I don't think they get me"

"You can tell me, you know? I'm always here to help you"

"It's a complicated theme"

"I can understand"

"I'm okay, Y/N"

"C'mon, Fer. I know we're at work right now but we're friends. You can tell me anything"

Fermin sighs "It's really complicated"

"I have time" Fermín smiles shaking his head "Is it about football?" He shakes his head "College?" No again "Family?" No "A girl?" He doubts lightly before shaking his head "It's a girl"

"No"

"Don't lie, López" He smiles looking at the floor

"I like this girl, I have been crushing on her for the longest time possible but I'm afraid because of some things"

"What things?" You ask

"Her job first of all and what people can say about that"

"Is that just it?"

"I'm also afraid she doesn't like me back"

"How could anyone not like you, Fer? You're amazing. Come on, tell me more about this girl" You start walking

"Where are you going?"

"We're gonna have a talk, Fermín!"

"Wait...!"

He ran after you as you got to your office "Get ready, I want details"

Fermín looked at you as you were picking up some papers and making your office more presentable than it was already

Suddenly he felt his blood running through his whole body and remembered every teasing the guys made

"You need a tissue, man. You have drool on your chin", "Go ask her out", "Training with more passion are we now, huh Fer?"

"The girl" You hum letting him know to continue "The girl I'm talking about..." You lift your head to see him "It's you"

"You say what?"

"I like you" He said nodding "But I'm scared because you're our fitness trainer and I don't want to cause you any kind of problem. I don't want people to judge you nor your well deserved spot on this team and I have been into you ever since you came here 'cus you're gorgeous, sweet, smart, funny and many things that I wouldn't be able to describe with words" He shrugs his shoulders with a soft smile "But I don't know..." He said looking at the floor as you smiled

"Really?" He nods

"I'm sorry if-"

"That's a good thing to know then" you cut him off "'cus I like you too"

"Really?" His head lifts, his eyes shine and in his face was a smile

"Yes" You said blushing by the intensity of the eye contact held between the two of you

"That's amazing!" You both laugh "I'm sorry"

"It's fine, Fer. It's okay"

"Would you... Uhmm... I don't- I mean... Would you like to go with me on a date?" You smile nodding

"Sure" You smile "Is 7pm good for you?"

"Yes! Yes, of course! It works for me" He smiles and giggles. You smile back. "Do you want me to pick you up?" You nod

"That's perfect!"

"Perfect" He breathed out with a smile

"Great"

"Great" You laugh

"¡Fermín! ¡You're missing one repetition!"

"Not to kick you out but you should go" You said as he nods laughing

"I should"

"And go there jogging. You stopped excercising a while ago I wouldn't like for you to get a cramp"

"Yes, miss" He smiled getting out of your office.

You stayed there looking at your door. Damn, your cheeks hurt for smiling so much. But it was something he gets out of you easily. He makes you happy.

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maiochiruhanabiraaa · 2 months

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can you do a lamine yamal where r and lamine have been secretly dating from the public because reader is also a spanish barca player but when lamine win euros it gets revealed because not only is reader happy for her country winning but is also happy for her boyfriend winning too 😭❤️

(it sounded cuter in my head)

Secrets on the Pitch (Lamine Yamal.)

Summary: You never expected to fall for Lamine Yamal, another star player at FC Barcelona. Your romance blossomed in secrecy away from the media's eye. Both representing Spain, you shared hidden moments and cheered for each other's victories. When Spain won the European Championship, your tears of joy revealed your love to the world. Despite the newfound attention, your bond remained strong, proving that love and football can unite even in the spotlight.

AN: Thank you for requesting, Anon! Here youu gooo! I hope you like it and I hope I meet your story expectation 😊

I'm beyond proud of you, Lamine! Keep up the good work 💪

You never expected to fall for Lamine. From the moment you met him at FC Barcelona's training grounds, there was an instant connection. He was charming, funny, and shared your passion for the sport. Little did anyone know, your relationship with Lamine bloomed in secret, away from the prying eyes of the media and fans.

As fellow FC Barcelona players, maintaining privacy was crucial. The public eye was relentless, always hungry for the next big story. But with Lamine, it was different. He understood the pressure, having faced it himself as a rising star in the Spanish football scene.

Months passed, filled with stolen moments, secret dates, and late-night conversations about goals, both on and off the field. You cherished the anonymity, the freedom to simply be together without the world scrutinizing every move.

Then came the European Championship. Lamine's talent shone brightly on the pitch, driving Spain towards victory. You, too, were competing, representing your country with pride. Each match brought tension and excitement, but deep down, you secretly cheered for Lamine as much as you did for your own team.

When the final whistle blew and Spain clinched the championship, the stadium erupted in cheers. Cameras panned across the crowd, capturing the joy and celebration. Amidst the sea of faces, yours stood out—a mixture of pride for your country and uncontainable happiness for your boyfriend.

It was in that moment that everything changed. The cameras zoomed in on you, capturing the raw emotion etched on your face—the tears of joy, the proud smile. The commentators speculated, the fans wondered, and soon, the news spread like wildfire.

Your relationship with Lamine was no longer a secret. The world knew, and surprisingly, the reception was overwhelmingly positive. Fans admired the love story unfolding between two football stars from FC Barcelona.

In the days that followed, interviews and media appearances became a part of your routine. But through it all, Lamine remained your rock, your confidant. Together, you navigated the newfound attention with grace, never letting it overshadow your love for each other or the game.

As you stood together, hand in hand, facing the cameras and the world, you couldn't help but smile. The journey from secrecy to celebration was unexpected, but you wouldn't change a thing. Because in the end, love and football had brought you closer, making your story one for the ages.

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Americano PT. 4 | Jude Bellingham x Reader

What happens if two individuals who absolutely despise each other are forced to interact after unforeseen events occur?

A/N: thank u guys for waiting and having patience! enjoy reading <3

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part three

"I'm craving a late-night dessert."

I lazily text Luis, shifting on my hotel room bed in Girona. The minimalist interior helping my mind rest after the very hectic and stressful day.

The match against Girona FC was a blazing success with a 3-0 win for us, and what better way to celebrate than having good food?

My eyes widen slightly at the message popping up on the screen, reading Luis' response quickly.

"Meet me at the restaurant in twenty."

I immediately plant my feet down on the floor, sliding the hotel slippers on. Hurriedly having to put on something appropriate since my pyj wouldn't cut it. Rummaging through my small suitcase, I grab my just-in-case slip dress. I would always pack a dress for situations exactly like these. Thankfully, it hadn't wrinkled that much, still looking acceptable enough to be worn out.

I pull the dress over my frame, checking it out in the mirror. Fixing my appearance a bit, for once glad I was too lazy to remove my makeup.

I grab my phone and keycard, walking out of my hotel room. My sandals clicking against the marble floor and echoing throughout the spacious hallway.

I press the elevator button, scrolling through my phone as I wait for the elevator to travel up to my floor. The doors open a moment later with a small noise. I raise my head, ready to step forward, watching the doors slide open patiently, but freeze when I see Vinicius and Jude stand in the elevator.

Both men are dressed up to some extent. Vini just wearing a white T-shirt, while Jude is dressed in a gray cardigan.

It wasn't even that cold..

"Hi?" I greet, trying to keep my facial expression neutral, stepping inside reluctantly. My eyes darting over to the panel of buttons.

"Hey, where are you going?" Vini asks, and at that moment I see the restaurant button already lit up.

"The restaurant- like you guys?"

"Celebrating tonight's win, some others are joining us as well."

"Really? No curfew tonight?"

"We got an exception." He winks, making me chuckle.

"Oh, that's nice!" I comment, leaning against the elevator wall. The conversation quieting down and becoming slightly more awkward. Jude's annoying and negative energy pissing me off a bit.

"You're going alone?" I hear a moment later, my eyes darting back to Vini.

"No, I'm meeting Luis there. He's on a different floor."

The elevator suddenly stops at a different level, the doors sliding open to reveal a family of four. A mother and father, guiding their very tired-looking children into the small space.

I exchange a smile with the mom, stepping aside to make room for them. Cringing when my hand makes accidental contact with Jude's leg. I immediately fold my arms up in disgust, trying to shuffle a couple centimeters away from him.

An awkward silence surrounds us again, the minute or two it takes for the elevator to arrive feeling like hours at this point.

We finally arrive at our floor after the family gets off to their level. The restaurant has beautiful outside seating. Pretty green trees and plants decorating the area nicely. I can hear Vini and Jude walking right behind me as I walk closer towards the seating area.

My eyes catch Luis sitting with some players. Watching carefully, I realize they had already combined multiple tables. Making it a table for ten.

So, now I have to sit with all of these men, as the only woman?

I enjoyed the company of all of these men except one, but still- I just wanted my little dessert and go to bed.

I notice only three chairs being available, all across from Luis.

"Hi guys." I greet, looking at them. I slide my chair back to sit right across from Luis, both of us sitting at the end of our table. The other players greeting and welcoming us nicely.

I adjust my dress as I sit down, hearing the scrape of the chair next to me. I look up, staring right at Jude's side profile.

I bite back a sigh and look away, my eyes skimming the table.

"Is everyone going to enjoy their orange juice?" I joke, knowing they weren't allowed to drink tonight, nor was it encouraged.

I hear a couple grumbles and laugh, looking over at Luis.

"What are you getting?" I ask as he hands me the menu. I flip all the way to the back, finding the dessert category.

"Crema catalana, and I'm still thinking about my drink."

I hum, continuing to mentally debate on what I should get, eyes roaming over all of the delicious-sounding desserts.

After much overthinking, I decide to order a classic cheesecake, along with a virgin mojito. I look around to find a waiter, one finally catching my eye. I raise my hand to call him over, allowing the others to order first, fidgeting with my necklace while I wait for my turn.

I look up at the waiter when he starts speaking in English, realizing Jude is ordering and it’s my turn next.

"What would the beautiful lady like?" He says, not switching back to Spanish for some reason. I give him an awkward smile, quickly giving my order.

The waiter isn't necessarily bad-looking or anything, he's alright, just visibly not my age.

Way older for sure.

He repeats my order to me, and I try to listen intently, noticing his eyes flicker to my chest. I nod in confirmation when he's done, reluctantly handing him the menu when his ogling of my chest intensifies. I don’t miss the creepy spine chilling smirk he gives me, but I give him a blank face, not entertaining his bullshit.

I exhale when he finally leaves, shifting in my chair. Trying to calm my annoyance.

"You okay?" Luis asks, glancing at me concerned. His shoe making contact with mine.

"I'm okay. I'll go to the restroom for a moment." I whisper, grabbing my phone off the table and getting up.

I walk into the restroom. The beige and dark gray decorated space looking gorgeous, especially with the nice lighting.

I get to the sink and wash my hands to refresh myself. Deciding to take a couple pictures. I had noticed that I barely had good pictures of myself on these short trips. I definitely had to remember to capture these moments more often.

After spending a good five minutes snapping tens, or maybe even hundreds, of pictures, I realize I had to head back to our table.

I mentally prepare myself, trying to suppress the feeling of wanting to punch the waiter square in the jaw.

Can a woman wear a pretty dress and not be made uncomfortable by a man for once?

The guys I was with did not say one thing or did not look at me in a weird way at all. So, why did the stupid waiter have to ruin my mood?

I take a deep breath, open the restroom door, and walk back to our table. Conversations and jokes being made in full motion put me in a better mood, and I get an idea.

"Guys, let me take a picture of you all." I suggest, seeing some of them look up. Voices of agreement being spoken.

"Whose phone should I use?" I ask, going to stand at the head of the table. Jude handing his phone to me. Realizing he must've understood my question.

I decide to not say anything and just take the phone, snapping some very nice, memorable photos.

"Take a selfie! You need to be in it as well." I hear Brahim urge, his arm wrapped around Antonio's.

I nod, flipping to the front camera, positioning the phone so everyone can be seen properly, and take a few more pictures. Finishing up, I hand the phone back to Jude, going to sit down again.

After indulging in numerous conversations, our orders finally arrive, brought by the same waiter as before. I'm aware he can't bring all orders at once, so I wait patiently, watching him hand out a couple orders at a time.

As expected, my order comes last. The waiter places my cheesecake in front of me, my eyes follow the delicious, creamy dessert-

SPLASH!

I feel ice cubes and cold liquid spill all over me.

There is no fucking way this just happened to me...

This had to be on purpose, because there is no way.

My eyes and mouth go as wide as dishes. I look down at my wet dress, drenched in my mojito. Broken shards of glass now on the floor, next to my feet.

The entire table goes quiet, and I suddenly want to be buried alive.

Is this real life right now?

I look up at the waiter, watching him scramble for the handkerchief in his back pocket. I'm still frozen, in shock as his hand inches closer to me. To my horror, he starts dabbing and rubbing the damn cloth on my drenched chest.

Absolutely not, this couldn't be real...

I snap out of it, realizing this man was touching my body, and open my mouth to curse him out until a hand grips at the waiter's wrist. I can practically see it turn white until it's pushed away from my proximity with a scary strength.

"Don't touch her."

I hear an unusually deep, calm voice say and immediately know who it belongs to.

I don't even dare to look his way, whether it's because I'm so fucking embarrassed or- no I was absolutely horrified.

I watch the waiter clutch his wrist, trying to look as unbothered by the pain as possible, as he starts spewing millions of apologies to an enraged Jude.

"Don't apologize to me! You touched her!" He says loudly, gesturing to me. Frustration painted all over his face.

Oh shit

No way, he just defended me

I finally gather the courage to look at him, forgetting all of my words completely as I watch the situation unfold. Along with Jude, the entire table erupts in voices of disagreement. All of them practically ganging up on the waiter.

The waiter’s expression falters again as a string of more apologies leave his mouth. I can't help but just stare at him, unable to say or do anything.

"Can we see the manager?" I hear Antonio say, beginning to usher the waiter away.

The waiter finally leaves to collect the manager, and I look down at my body, uncomfortably starting to wipe away at the sticky residue of the sweet beverage left on my skin.

Talk about a mess.

Luis stands up from his chair, coming to help me as I can hear soft murmurs coming from the rest of the table. Hearing curse words in multiple languages mumbled underneath their breath.

I do hear a couple reassuring words, female staff members coming to help me out. After a couple of minutes of trying to clean myself off in the restroom, I finally walk back. Feeling much better and cleaner, though still in shock.

A damn late-night snack suddenly turned into whatever this mess was...

When I sit down, I notice three empty chairs, realizing both Jude, Brahim, and Antonio are gone. I look at Luis, shooting him a questioning look.

"They went to the manager, to you know what.."

I didn't know what 'you know what' meant, but I imagine it wouldn't be good for the creepy waiter.

It doesn't take long before they return to their seats, along with a nicely dressed older man. He makes instant eye contact with me, introducing himself as the manager before apologizing for the incident and offering for the table’s bill to be dropped.

That was the least of my worries. I was sitting at a table full of men earning millions every year, the bill wasn't an issue.

"I understand mistakes happen, your staff should be more careful next time." I begin, using elaborate hand gestures as I speak to him, trying to convey my frustration.

At this point, I had given up on my anger, just wanting it to be over with so I could finish my dessert and go back to my room.

"I'm just glad it wasn't anything hot, but really, I urge you get your staff in check. Doesn't really do well with the image of your establishment..." I state, throwing my hands up and raise a brow.

"Again, I apologize on behalf of our staff and establishment. Is there any way we could make it up to you? We already have your drink replacement on the way."

I open my mouth to speak, though I get distracted by a murmur coming from my right.

"Just fire the fuckin' creep, mate.."

I keep my facial expression neutral, pretending I didn't hear it, and continue speaking with the manager.

"No, truly, just a replacement for the drink is alright.." I wave my hand in rejection.

A couple minutes later, a waitress comes up to our table, handing me another drink. I thank her quickly, informing her of my appreciation.

We all return to our fun conversations after I reassure everyone that I'm a hundred percent alright. The mood picks up quite fast when the guys started talking about something funny that had happened in the changing room today.

I finally finish my well-deserved dessert, sipping on the last bits of my drink as I continue to listen to the guys.

I suddenly feel a gust of wind passing me, making me shiver a bit. The weather had definitely gotten way colder as it became later in the night.

I hear a scoff next to me at my reaction, and look in the direction of the noise. I raise my brows, puzzled, as Jude starts shrugging his cardigan off. The rest of the table still distracted by a story being told by Vini.

I freeze at his sudden movement, seeing him inch the cardigan over my back. His arms surround me as I watch him drape the cardigan onto my shoulders. His body very close to mine. His hands go up to close the cardigan, buttoning up the first two buttons.

My eyes travel from his hands to his face, not uttering a single word to him. Eyes widening when he leans to whisper in my ear.

"You're insufferable." He whispers to me, pulling back and looking away, his attention going back to Vinicius.

I smirk at the comment, somehow being glad he was being snarky. I adjust the cardigan a bit, looking at the back of his head.

"That's all you." I murmur quietly.

"Shut up." He mutters, finishing his drink, not glancing at me any further.

I stifle back a chuckle, returning my attention to the banter as well.

I felt insanely grateful for the normalcy for a moment, which with Jude was rare- if not never happened.

"What the fuck is this man even talking about?"

I groan, fighting the urge to bash my head against my keyboard. I was fifteen minutes into my lecture, not understanding a single word my professor had said. I was really impatient, and two times speed wasn't helping either.

I had finally sent in my stress-inducing essay. Now having to catch up on two 45-minute lectures. I found the plane ride to be a very good place to catch up, since it was almost three hours long from Girona back to Madrid. Though, I had forgotten to consider that I was running on minimal hours of sleep after last night’s turn of events.

"What are you whining about now? I'm trying to sleep here." I hear Luis mumble, turning my head to watch him pull his blanket down to reveal his face.

"Sorry, it's just this lecture I need to catch up on." I mumble, returning my attention back to my laptop screen and restarting the lecture. I adjust my grip on my pen and begin taking notes. Hoping I could understand my professor the second time around.

I hear some commotion and laughter in the back of the plane. Not wanting to get distracted, I raise the volume of my lecture, trying to focus completely.

My efforts are finally rewarded when I understand most of the information this time, sighing in relief as the first lecture ends.

"I am a genius." I mutter to myself. My ego was completely boosted now, and no one could tell me otherwise.

Or so I thought…

I instantly hear a loud laugh and look up, confused. I take out my earbuds and look to my right, Jude standing next to me.

Yeah, forget whatever happened yesterday, normal Jude had returned.

"What are you doing here? Don't you have a restroom in the back of the plane?" I ask, fake-smiling at him.

"It's occupied, so I went to this one here." He states, arms crossed against his chest.

"Why are you bothering me then?"

"I heard the most outrageous words leave your mouth, couldn't help myself."

"Can you just let me listen to my lecture now if you're done?"

"What lecture?"

"Law lecture.."

"You study law?" He asks, bewildered. His hand inching closer as he snatches my precious notebook from my table and starts inspecting it.

"I do." I reply, scowling and reaching to get my notebook back.

"Because of your dad?"

"Maybe..." I respond, confused by the number of questions he's asking.

"Think you'd put me in jail rather than saving me from it."

"Well, fuck around and find out." I retort, getting even more annoyed. Our conversation gets interrupted by Eduardo before it gets too heated.

"What are you guys fighting about?" He asks, looking at us, way too amused for my liking.

"Her lecture." He says, pointing at my screen.

"Do you know she studies law?"

I watch Eduardo nod, his hand coming to rest on my shoulder.

"She’s our club’s future lawyer." He jokes, winking at me and patting my shoulder as I crack a smile at his words.

I hear Jude scoff, mumbling an annoyed 'whatever' as he goes to sit back in his seat.

"Is he okay?" I ask, wondering why he looked so pissed.

"He's fine. Just in a bad mood, I think." He replies, telling me he'll go back to his seat.

I nod, giving him a small wave before starting my second lecture.

"Right, but I don't think this could work. We have had great engagement since the beginning of the season, switching up our posting schedule would not have a positive impact- in my opinion."

We'd been in our monthly meeting with the marketing and PR team, and it was practically sucking the life out of me. Especially, with Valeria's stupid idea. I had no choice but to say something about it, because no one else looked like they dared to.

"Then- let's take the democratic approach. Who's in favor of changing the schedule?" Hugo suggests, looking around the room.

My eyes dart around the room, seeing some of Valeria's minions raise their hands. Thankfully, they aren't the majority.

"Okay, well, that tells us enough. Sorry, Valeria." Hugo chirps up, resting his forearms on the table.

I watch her face crumple up into a fake smile, and her gaze averts to me.

"Well, if that's what everyone thinks, It's fine."

"Then that concludes the meeting. Let's keep this up until the end of the year!"

I hold back a sigh of relief, glancing at Lina and Luis as they give me the exact same bored look.

"Come on." I urge, grabbing my laptop and folders. The three of us walking out of the meeting room and back to our desks.

"What are you guys going to do tonight?" I ask, grabbing a piece of gum from my desk and throwing the pack at Luis.

"Thanks! I think I'll just go to bed early. My sleeping schedule is messed up." He says, handing the pack to Lina.

"I'm celebrating my boyfriend's birthday. Fancy dinner, all of that stuff." She says, finally handing the pack to me, prompting me to put it away in my drawer.

"Really? How nice!” I comment, turning to Luis.

“Where’s your bird, old man-”

I begin, but I am rudely stopped by Luis' hand clamping over my mouth.

"We don’t talk about that." He says, his palm still on my face. I grab his wrist to take his hand off me, scoffing.

"I don't have any siblings, so you should step up and make me the bougie aunt-"

His hand clamps over my mouth again, making me sigh against it. Hearing Lina laugh at our antics.

"Don't say anything else."

I shake my head in response, grabbing his wrist again. "I won't." I mutter, having difficulty hiding the smile on my face due to how annoyed he looks.

"I have to leave, only way I can get ready on time." I hear Lina say, watching her collect her handbag.

"I'll leave with you- are you staying longer?" Luis asks, glancing at me, also beginning to pack his items.

"Yeah, I have something to do." I say, my eyes darting to the gray cardigan that is draped over the back of my chair.

They both leave the office minutes later, leaving me to tidy up my desk. I pack up my bag and don't forget to grab the cardigan as I make my way down.

I glance around when I walk down the flight of stairs, trying to find someone who would know Jude’s whereabouts. Finally, may I catch Brahim walking out of the restroom.

"Have you seen Jude?" I ask, walking up to him. My heavy bag resting on my shoulder as the cardigan is draped over my arm.

"He's in break-room three. Why are you asking?" He asks, raising a questioning brow at me and reaching up to fix his hair.

"I have to give him something."

I notice a slight change in his expression at my words, a small smile forming on his lips.

"What's with that look?" I ask, raising my own brow.

"Nothing, you should go. Don't want to miss him, do you?" He replies, his eyes going down to the cardigan in my hand.

I stare at him for a second, puzzled by his reply, but decide to ignore it.

"See you tomorrow, then." I say, waving to him as I walk up to the break room.

I reach over to the door handle, but retract my hand as the door is already opened by a familiar man, a huge suitcase behind him.

Wasn't this that one famous Instagram barber?

"Oh, sorry, is Jude in here?"

The man immediately steps aside, revealing Jude, sitting there in the chair, his hair definitely freshly cut.

The man leaves without speaking a word, leaving me standing there in the doorway.

"Didn't you already get your hair cut last week?" I ask, my voice loud, as I walk into the room instead of standing in the doorway.

I watch him stand up from his chair, his phone in his hand. It looked like I interrupted his photo shoot.

"I need to look good, obviously." He mutters, finally looking at me. His face crumpling with irritation.

"For what? The girls that run away when they find out how annoying you are?" I say, looking displeased.

Jude rolls his eyes, huffing, before looking away.

"Why are you even here?" He breathes out, voice thick with an unwelcoming tone.

"Oh- here." I mutter, remembering why I was there. I extend the cardigan to him, seeing his eyes soften for a moment.

"I washed it as well. Checked the label and everything." I add, my tone relaxed.

"Thank you." He finally says, folding the cardigan and throwing it over his shoulder.

A thank you? That was new.

We both stare at each other for a while, not knowing what to say next to one another.

I wanted to thank him for what happened back in Girona, but my ego and pride were holding me back like a dam holding back water.

A civilized conversation was something that never happened between us. Causing our silence to be even more awkward.

"Okay, that's all. I'm leaving." I finally say, shoving my hand in my pocket as I begin marching up to the door. Not looking back when I hear his phone ring loudly.

He answers the call quickly, and I sigh in relief, finally walking out of the break room, excited to go home.

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