#kepa x reader

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𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝'𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐈𝐈

Mason Mount x reader + Kepa Arrizabalaga x reader

Word count: 4.5k

Summary: Maybe Kepa isn't the one and maybe feelings can surface, even after fifteen years of friendship

Warnings: Angst, fluff, smut?

Notes: This is a whole mess because I started with so many ideas and landed with cero lol

Grateful for all of you who see and read this! x

When did things become so complicated?

You couldn't say but you knew the exact minute things had changed for the worse, the evening not leaving your thoughts.

The game had just begun again after halftime but it wasn't that interesting, or maybe it was you just couldn't focus with the storm that was raging in your mind. It felt like the storm had been going on for the last month, never calming down and never stopping. It didn't feel like it ever would.

Kepa was between the poles, the only reason you were there watching from the first place. He had done a good game so far and you were proud of him, you really were.

Mason wasn't playing, according to Chelsea he was out with some injury. Not that you would know from him anyway as he hadn't spoken to you since that evening. He had vanished and if you hadn't followed all his teammates and Chelsea on social medias you wouldn't know if he was alive or not. Not that they were providing you with much either way.

Maybe Kepa would tell you if he died but Mason wasn't exactly a topic you spoke about regularly. In all honesty you didn't speak much at all anymore.

You sighed as you felt yourself going into over-thinking mode.

"You-uh what?" you stuttered out, feeling yourself sit down on the floor at the revelation. It was not what you had expected, not at all and it took you with shock.

Mason looked at you intently, watching your every move but he didn't expect you to do or say anything. He just needed to say those words, utter what had been weighing him down for years because it had been too much lately.

He didn't expect you to jump up and say you loved him more than a friend nor did he expect you to kiss him he just needed to let it go once and for all.

You looked up at him with widened eyes making him move his gaze away from you and to the floor.

"Mason" you breathed, feeling a thousand thoughts spinning around your head. "Mason wh-what?"

Mason shook his head, he knew how it was, now he had uttered his thoughts and feelings and now he needed a break. A break to think and stop his feelings from drowning him whole. And that meant a break from you.

"You heard me, I like you. Now it's said so let's forget it and move on"

You had never thought about Mason in any other way than what he was. Mason was Mason, you had never thought about it more than that. He was your childhood friend, your best friend, your comfort and your safety, simply Mason. To label your relationship had never felt necesary which now put you in a hard situation.

You forced yourself to look at the game as the opponents went on pressing again, setting Kepa in action in the Chelsea goal.

Kepa was nice, sweet and hot. There was nothing wrong with him or your relationship, not at all. You loved cuddling with him after his late games, loved eating in the sofa, talking long into the night and the sex was awesome

But

Something had been off. Not with you and not with him but with it all. No matter how many times you had sex or made out he still didn't feel like your boyfriend. He hadn't technically been but he felt more like a friend than anything else. You didn't get butterflies from him like you felt like you should get, he was nice hanging out with and nice to fuck but that was it your feelings didn't go deeper than that.

The last two, three weeks had been a bit different too. Kepa had been off a lot since he had been traveling to Germany and had matches every three days but you felt like it was probably a good thing. Stuff had been rough and it had made you realize that you didn't like the basque in a romantic way.

It had ended quietly and peacefully one late evening at his place after a game at the bridge. Both of you confessing it wasn't working out in a romantic way and that had been it.

You weren't exactly sad it had ended because you had barely dated him but it did leave you even lonelier and even though you had both agreed on staying friends it wasn't like he was with you all the time.

You still couldn't really wrap your head around it, how would you handle this all if Mason some day decided he wanted to be your friend again. How did you act around someone who you knew liked you? Would he ever want to be your friend again or was that too hard now?

You breathed the thoughts away, you didn't even know how Mason was thinking so no need to stress one step ahead.

It felt almost like a bad joke thinking about these past few weeks. Only some weeks away you were over the moon over Kepa at your and Mason's regular movie-night, you had laughed eaten and cuddled up on the couch like always and now. Now you had broken things with Kepa and Mason, but the latter more involuntarily.

You wanted to scream at yourself for the negative thoughts spinning around you head, the thoughts never ending and it made you go crazy.

The game had ended, what a well spent hour and a half, not even looking at the game but being too wrapped in your own head. You cursed yourself as you looked at the scores, 2-1. Chelsea had done one goal but you hadn't paid attention enough to see who had done what.

You sighed, running your fingers through your hair in a stressed manner as the arena started to move. The fans starting to exit whilst the player greeted each other and thanked the fans who had came to watch.

Your heart almost fluttered out of your chest as you saw a familiar head of hair walking onto the pitch. Applauding the fans and shaking hands with some of the opponents. Your eyes followed him like he was a fridge and you had magnets for eyes.

He hadn't played but apparently been sat on the bench. He smiled softly as he went around in the arena, his eyes moving over the stands.

His eyes suddenly met yours, probably feeling stared out which he was. His lips pulled up in a small smile as he watched you before walking out the tunnel and to the changing rooms.

You felt like crying as his hair dissapeared, your heart wanting to run down to catch him before he left but your mind stopped you, knowing it wouldn't be the smart thing to do.

You stood at Kepa's car, waiting for him to emerge from the changing room as you had promised to hang out with him and a couple of his friends after the game. You would usually wait outside of the changing room but since Mason would be there and he had made it pretty obvious that he didn't want to see you right now, that he needed a break you wanted to respect that.

Stood outside you regretted your choice bitterly, it was fucking freezing outside and you were freezing your ass off as you stood there and waited for the basque who took forever.

"If you're styling your hair in there i'm gonna fuck you up" you muttered into the darkness, picturing the Spaniard standing there with his stupid brush, not knowing you stood here dying.

"What did you say?"

You thought you had a heart-attack for a second, yelping out as the dark shadow approached you, squinting to be able to see in the darkness

You took a deep breath "Fucks sake! What the hell" you scolded, hearing the guy chuckle as he came into eyesight.

You felt yourself choke as you saw Mason looking down at you, your bain racking for something to say.

"Uh-a-I-"

He shook his head with a lopsided smile, stopping on a appropriate distance from you.

"Hey" he smiled, your smile mirroring his as you returned the greeting.

"I didn't know you were in the squad tonight" you admitted, watching him shake his head "Don't dwell on it, you should't have to avoid places you love because of me"

You shook your head promptly, "No I don't need to but I want to respect you and your feelings"

His soft eyes smiled down at you, his hands in his pockets as he rolled on his heels.

"Is that why you are standing here in the cold?"

You nodded, pursing your lips as a shiver ran through you from the cold.

"Come on, let's wait in my car" Mason offered, nodding at his car only a few meters away and you more than gladly jumped into the familiar vehicle.

He quickly started the car and turned on every heat button possible as you shook, trying to get yourself warm

"You're really stupid you know?" Your eyebrows raised in mocked hurt "excuse me?" "Standing outside in this weather isn't exactly smart" he grinned, your heart constricting at his beautiful smile.

Mason felt at peace talking to you again. Seeing you on the stands didn't make his heart tug, it made him smile. He had missed you terribly, not being used to not hear and be with you everyday.

"Yeah yeah, slander me for trying to be nice" you huffed, loving the smile you pulled from him yet again.

"What are you even doing here?"

"Waiting for Kepa" you shrugged, immediately noticing the change in the atmosphere as you mentioned his teammates name.

"Right, I forgot" he muttered through clenched teeth, making it clear he had never been as okay with you dating his teammate as he had made out to you in the beginning.

"Mason-" you begun but he shook his head harshly "No no, it's fine"

You sighed, tempted to roll your eyes at the stubborn man beside you but you restrained yourself from it "Me and Kepa, we are not together anymore, well we were never officially together, has Kepa not told you?"

Mason blinked at you, swallowing hard, almost looking embarrassed as he fiddled with his chain "to be honest i may have avoided Kepa lately" he confessed, your eyes not being able to stop from rolling this time. "Why-why are you not?"

You shrugged, meeting his startled gaze. "We gave it a try but neither of us felt romantic feelings towards each other so we decided to just stay friends instead"

Mason nodded in understanding, not being able to hide the relief that washed over his body, his eyes swimming over and shoulders relaxing. "I'm sorry" he forced out

You scoffed before chuckling at him, resting your head against the neck of the seat. "Sure you are Mase"

Mason didn't answer but his grin told you everything you needed to know.

A soft silence settled in the car as he fiddled with the heat buttons before he broke it, his voice soft as he spoke

"Ben is having a get-together on Wednesday, do you want to come?"

Your eyes met his face, his eyes staring down on his hands, hair messy over his eyes. He really needed a haircut soon, his stubble had also grown noticeable since the last night you'd seen him

You nodded, humming softly "Yeah sure, as long as this come from you"

He nodded, meeting your eyes with tenderness "maybe it could be the re-start?" You smiled, feeling like you would explode with happiness "I will be there" you nodded, looking as his face lit up before turning to look out the window, he looked utterly gorgeous in the late light.

"Kepa is here" Mason announced snapping you out of your thoughts, "Text me the details?" you asked as you climber at the car "sure"

"Oh and y/n?"

You turned back to look at him again, a questioning expression on your face "yes?"

"Nice shirt"

You laughed, turning your back to him to show it properly, it was your Mason shirt you had gotten last season with the new design. "I know right"

The grin he gave you in return was etched in your mind for the rest of the evening.

You felt almost nervous as you stood outside of Ben's gigantic house. You pursed your lips before opening the door. Last time you had been here everything had changed but now it didn't feel like it could be any worse than that time.

The night was very similar last time you'd been at Ben's, the boys playing fifa and joking around. The only difference was that this time you weren't hooked on Kepa. You were more a part of the group and specifically you hung out a lot more with Mason.

Mason, sweet Mason sat beside you, murmuring in your ear all the gossip and fun stuff you'd missed out on. He had missed you just as much as you'd missed him and he was giving his all to catch up, make you feel like old times again.

He would never loose feelings for you but he had time to think and now it didn't feel like he wanted to die every time he saw you. It stung, but he didn't wanna die and that was enough because he loved you too much to let you go. Even if all he could ever be was your friend he would take it.

"Did you know Ben hooked up with that girl last week?" Mason hummed, eyes glistening as he gossiped about his friends.

"Hey, stop telling on me" Ben whined from the other side of the couch, giving Mason a bad glare "You did?! Wow this is huge news Ben, finally getting laid huh?"

Ben's eyes rolled "You know what, I haven't missed you at all actually"

"Hey, that's mean Benji" you pouted, trying to keep a straight face at his unimpressed expression but you failed miserably.

Mason was a sweetheart all evening, making sure you had nice company, made sure you got the food you wanted, got you drinks and drove you home when the time had come. It felt like nothing had happened and you knew it took a lot of him but the fact that he did it meant the world to you.

"Thank you Mase, it was really sweet of you" you smiled softly at him, locking eyes with him as he parked outside of your flat. "Don't worry" he smiled, bidding goodbye as you hurried up the stair, your heart fluttering as you catched his smile as you waved him goodbye.

His eyes sparkled as he waved up the stands, he looked genuinely happy and it warmed up your heart, making you feel happy for him. Finally things started to look clearer again, Mason's career looked bright, he got to play regularly and he seemed to be enjoying it for real. The smile never leaving his lips as he went around thanking the fans at Stamford bridge who had cheered them on their first win in what felt like forever.

You caught yourself smiling like an idiot as he waved up at you, your heart stuttering as he looked at you.

The last couple of weeks had been amazing. Mason had kept on his words to restart what had been a little fallout and it felt like nothing had happened. The more days that went the more you liked the British joker. He spent more and more time with you and soon it was regular again, it felt natural and normal, the old habits coming back. Your feelings grew and grew but it felt like they never stopped growing, growing stronger everytime you laid your eyes on him, your heart fluttering and a smile forming on your face. It went beyond frienship and that scared the shit out of you.

-

He looked at you as you fixed with the tv, changing to Netflix and getting cozy on the sofa. When you met his gaze he smiled at you, his lips tugging upwards in an warm loving smile. "What?" you giggled, watching him shake his head and raise his hands "no nothing"

You giggled as he plopped down next to you, his arms immediately wrapping around you and keeping you close, your head resting on his chest.

You tilted your head up to him as you felt him watching you again, his soft eyes almost catching you off guard. It felt like you were drowning in his eyes, swimming in the emotions he displayed so openly.

It felt like magnets were pulling you closer until his nose bumped yours but then insecurities took over him. His eyes looked hesitant, scared to move forward. You smiled softly at him, your hand landing in the nape of his neck, gently pushing him down in a soft sweet kiss.

His lips moved slowly, softly and almost carefully against yours, savoring the moment as you let yourself go, melting into him. One kiss turned to two, three and soon the tv was long forgotten as he kissed you more intensely, no longer scared to cross a line as you made it pretty obvious what you wanted.

When you didn't have any air left in your lungs you pulled away, resting your forehead against his, thumb stroking his cheek affectionately as he gazed into your eyes.

He looked conflicted, like he didn't know what to feel or say. "Tell me what you're thinking" you begged. "I'm thinking I don't know what just happen, I-I thought you didn't like me more than a friend"

"I didn't"you answered, seeing him wavering "But I don't know, these last couple of weeks I have gotten other feelings, strong feelings. Like when I look at you I get butterflies, when we kissed right now it felt like I was gonna explode" you tried to explain, his face-expression impossible to read.

"So, you have feelings for me? More than a friend?"

You nodded slowly, looking at him apprehensively, "I don't know how you feel but I-"

He cut you off with his lips on yours you immediately answering it, tongues intertwining, hands grabbing at each-other both on the line to desperate but it didn't matter anymore.

"Hii Ben" you smiled, hugging him as he led you into the living room. Mason was right behind you, his hand on the small of your back as he walked behind you, listening to what Ben was telling you about as you stepped into the living room, greeting the others.

You felt Masons hand grip your waist tightly as you hugged Kepa, smiling as you turned back to your boyfriend, kissing his cheek with a teasing grin.

Mason guided you to the sofas where the rest of the guys were sitting. Kai had his girlfriend Sophia next to him but other than that it was only the boys, all you'd met before.

It was easy to be with them, all kind, funny and welcoming. Nothing felt awkvard or stiff. You did feel a bit awkvard though sitting next to Mason, because you didn't know how you should act with him in front of his friends. It had been almost two months now since you'd kissed for the first time and after that everything had just moved on, smoothly and quickly.

You'd decided to give it a go which was both terrifying and amazing. It scared you to not know what would happen if Mason suddenly stopped feeling for you, what if he had thought about it so much he had became hung up on it but when you made it to reality it wasn't that fun?

You worried and Mason knew that but he also knew that his feelings wouldn't stop. He wasn't hung up or obsessed with the thoughts but he truly loved you and that wouldn't change overnight. It was a scary step to get over but he had never been happier.

The discussion about you as a couple hadn't been long, you had just went with it, tried it and felt it out without too much discussion and questions. That had worked really well but that meant that you hadn't discussed about publicity. Did he want to be open in front of his friends or act like you were just friends? Did he want to sneak around or go about?

Mason's hand on your thigh snapped you out of your thinking, you quickly flashing a smile at his frown. "Are you okay?"

The words were low in your ear, his closeness making you shiver as you nodded "I'm fine" you smiled as convincing as you could.

He nodded, giving you a small glint between narrow eyes which made you laugh. His arm came behind you, pulling you closer to him which pulled a smile to your face.

Something you loved about Mason and always had done was his ability to read situations and people. He knew what you needed or what the situation needed without a single word.

He declined playing the first round of FIFA for the night and instead opted to sit and talk with you, Kai and Sophia who had also turned down the offer. Mason seemed to have no problem at all behaving around his friends but you still felt stiff. You overthought every move you did and every word you said.

Soon it felt unberable, like it was to stiff and awkvard but you couldn't make sense of how you should behave. When the boys went out to the kitchen to fetch some more drinks Mason took the opportuinty to ask you again, demanding the real answer.

"Are you sure you're okay?" he hummed, his eyes staring into you making it feel like he was looking through you. "Yeah I'm sure" you tried but you already knew you wouldn't be able to crawl out of this one without telling him the truth.

"Y/n" he repeated, tearing a groan out of you to which he chuckled. "Fine, I feel awkvard as hell, okay?"

"No not okay, why? I thought you liked them? Do you want to leave?" Your head shook, smiling at his concerned face "I do like them it's not them that make me awkvard it's us"

"Us?" he asked in confsuion, a small tension growing in his chest

"Not us us but... ugh" you groaned "I don't know how to act around your friends" you finally admitted, making his worry melt away and a small smile making it's way on his face instead.

He looked at you, prompting you to elabrotate your thoughts.

"Well I dont know, I mean we agreed to try this but we never talked about others. I don't know how to act around the others because I don't know what you want"

"I still don't get it" Mason admitted making you groan out a chuckle at your bad explaining skills.

"I don't know if you want us to act like friends, if you want us to behave like a couple or what you want and it makes me stiff as fuck"

Mason's smile made you frown, not liking the way he found your misery amusing. "Don't worry so much" he tried but you scoffed "I suck at being social, you know that"

Masons laughter echoed in the room, lightning you up "Don't hang yourself up on it, you don't have to hide anything because we are trying a relationship and we are both serious about it so why would you even think to hide it"

"I don't know, we haven't talked about it" you muttered, looking down in your lap. "I know we haven't but we are both serious about this, right?" "Of course"

"Then there is nothing to hide" he smile, his fingers tilting your ching up so you looked him in the eyes. His lips met yours softly, catching you off guard at first but soon you melted into him. Kissing him back with a small smile on your lips, feeling the worries melt away.

"Okay okay" Ben gagged out as they walked into the room again "enough"

All of them were grinning at you, wiggling their eyebrows and making your face flush. Head turning away from them to contain your embarassement

"Aww did you get shy now?" Ben mocked you, teasingly smiling at you, giving you the impression he already knew about this.

"Stop being an ass Ben" Mason scolded his friend but he still smiled, finding amusement in your flushed face. "Let her be" Sophia scolded, flicking Ben away

"When did this happen?" Reece smiled politely, breaking the teasing "Uh, two months ago?" Mason hummed, giving you a small squeeze as you gained your cool back.

"Are you together?"

"Is that the hottest you kissed?"

"Have you fucked?"

Your eyes widened at Ben's question, spread laughter filling the air as you hid your face again, not being able to take this awkvardness

"Ben fuck off!" Mason chuckled, hugging you into him "It's so fun to make her that flustered" he argued, your eyes glaring at him.

"Not to be rude or anything but wasn't you just with Kepa?" Christian asked, your eyes fleeting away again as Mason gave him a stern look but luckily Kepa answered for you

"Nah man it was nothing serious and we ended it a couple of months ago"

Your eyes sent him a thankful look which he only smiled at, making sure you knew it was fine. You had told him about Mason after you'd kissed him for the first time, feeling you owed it to him after everything and he had only been happy for you, telling you about a girl he had met in Spain when visiting the last month making it easy to maintain friends.

No more questions was asked and the boys went back to chatting, laughing, drinking and eating as someone had ordered take-away.

"See, it's all fine" Mason smiled, your eyes slimming "Except for Christian thinking I go through the group" you hummed, his eyes turning soft "He didn't mean it like hat and even if, it dosen't matter, does it? Me and you both know that it isn't like that"

You smiled, nodding at him "Thank you Mase"

His smile mirrored yours, lips coming to meet yours again in a sweet kiss, going in for another Ben interrupted again "Come on guys, no no no"

"Just don't look you sensitive ass" Mason joked, pecking your lips once more before pulling you into him, thumb gently stroking your hip as you smiled contently at him.

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[emwritesfootball]

Confessing Feelings | Kepa Arrizabalaga

Kepa fluff where he admits his feelings for you after you two being friends since school he's a bit nervous at first but you slowly have him warm up to you to admit xx

Warnings: none

- - -

There was something about you that always intimidated Kepa - maybe it was your confidence or your tell-it-like-it-is attitude, but every time he thought about confessing his feelings for you, he stopped. Of course he was naturally scared of the possibility of rejection, but more than that he didn’t want to ruin the friendship that the two of you had spent years cultivating. 

“So,” you started over breakfast one morning, “any new girls in your life?”

Kepa almost choked on his sip of espresso, your question seeming to come out of nowhere. “N-no. There’s been nobody since my ex - you know this.”

“Well, nobody except for that mysterious girl you’ve been going on about,” you teased, watching the shock cross his adorable features.

“How did you know about her?”

“You wouldn’t stop going on and on about her the last time we got drunk together - never gave me a name, though.”

Kepa internally breathed a sigh of relief. “I’m not even sure she’s into me like that.”

“Just show her the Kepa you show me and I’m sure she’ll change her mind.” The smile you flash him has Kepa’s heartbeat picking up, but he doesn’t want to get his hopes up - not yet.

~~~

It takes him a few more months to work up the courage to tell you how he feels, and even once he’s decided, he’s hesitant even though the two of you have spent practically every free moment of his off-season together. 

“Any updates on that girl from a few months ago?” You try to ask as casually as possible. The truth is, you’ve been curious about the mysterious girl who’s caught Kepa’s eye since he mentioned it to you but you haven’t pushed it since breakfast a few months ago. It hasn’t escaped your notice that he hasn’t been out on dates and has spent almost all of his time with you, though. Some of your old mutual friends have noticed, the crazier ones going so far as to speculate that there could be something more than friendship between the two of you. In the beginning you’d brushed it off, but now you were starting to wonder if your crazier friends weren’t all that crazy…

“Uh, n-nothing. She’s still single and I’m still single and-”

“What are you waiting for?! Ask her out! Tell her how you feel!” Your smile widened as an idea formed. “Practice on me - that way I can help you get it right.”

“Oh, no - I’m okay.”

“Please?”

Kepa rolled his eyes, blowing out a breath. “Fine.” He stared at you, a bored look on his face. “I think you’re beautiful.”

Now it was your turn to roll your eyes. “Oh, my god, Kepa! Say it like you mean it!” You took his face in your hands, trying to ignore the way his skin felt under your fingertips. “Just…close your eyes and pretend I’m the girl you have feelings for.”

Kepa tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear, cupping your cheek. “You’re beautiful,” he murmured in Spanish, his gaze raking down your body before he switched back to English. “I’ve wanted you for a long time. You’re my whole world, my best friend, and I don’t know what I’d do without you. I want you by my side for every victory and every loss; I want your face to be the first one I see in the morning and the last one I see before I go to sleep. Will you go out with me?”

“Kepa,” you murmured, your heart racing. “I-”

“You don’t have to say anything right now. Just think about it, okay?”

“Kepa…”

“It’s you.” The words are spoken so softly you aren’t ‘sure you’ve heard him correctly until he whispers your name. “It’s always been you. I don’t want anyone else - I want you.”

“If this is a joke, Kepa, I’m gonna need you to stop.”

“It’s not a joke.”

“Prove it. Kiss me.”

Kepa doesn’t need to be told twice, claiming your lips in a heated kiss that leaves both of you breathless. 

“So,” he starts after the kiss ends, “when can I take you out for our first date?”

[julianalvarez9]

*:･ﾟ✧ masterlist ✧･ﾟ: *

updated: 19/05/23

requests: open (send an ask!)

MASON MOUNT

CHRISTIAN PULISIC

KEPA ARRIZABALAGA

JULIÁN ÁLVAREZ

PEDRI

GAVI

MARTIN ØDEGAARD

RÚBEN DIAS

JOHN STONES

JOAO FELIX

BEN CHILWELL

other players

PAULO DYBALA

support (ig au)

ERLING HAALAND

just for us (social media au)

sharing is caring (social media au) (ødegaard!reader)

LEANDRO TROSSARD

can't sleep (without you)

KAI HAVERTZ

hair too long

SERIES

national kai day

broken by desire to be heavenly sent

| 12 songs, 12 players, 12 fics

bereal series

pedri

gavi

joao felix

julián álvarez

christian pulisic

HEADCANONS

playing minecraft with gavi

cuddling with martin

talking about you to their teammates with joao

[spider-alvarez]

Kepa and Mase 😄 🎧

[swimmingismywholelife]

Your Strength

Summary: After 2 losses in a row following a mediocre season, you become Kepa's source of strength when he finds he doesn't have any to spare.

Warning: Reminders of Chelsea's horrible game against Aston Villa, feelings of self doubt, slightly angsty but fluffy ending

Word Count: 1.1K

A/N: I don't wanna talk about Chelsea rn but at least Barcelona played my boy Pablo Torre

You and Kepa sat in silence as you drove the car back to your shared home. You knew there was nothing you could say that could make your boyfriend feel better.

Kepa hadn't had the easiest few years. Since his signing with Chelsea, he'd faced doubts, criticism, and negativity from all sorts of people. Even still, Kepa slowly rebuilt himself and it showed in his playing, regularly becoming a part of the starting XI and getting his first call up for the National Team in almost three years. His confidence was growing once more and he was becoming the player you knew he was always capable of being.

But just as quickly, things started to go downhill. Chelsea's season, quite frankly, had been shit. And although he'd managed a clean sheet against Norway in the European qualifiers, Spain lost to Scotland. 2-0. And tonight, Chelsea lost to Aston Villa. Another 2-0. It seemed like once again, the odds were against him, and he had no one to blame but himself.

"Do you wanna talk about it mi amor?" you asked as you parked the car in your driveway.

Kepa shook his head. He hadn't looked at you the whole ride, opting to stare out the window instead, afraid to see that you were disappointed in him too.

What Kepa didn't know was that he couldn't be more wrong. You'd always be proud of him regardless of whatever the outcome was. Tonight was no exception. He may not have kept a clean sheet, nor did he win the game, but he still went out there and gave it his all. And you were so proud of him.

You reached for his hand, which he gladly took in his. He intertwined your fingers, stroking the back of your hand with his thumb gently. He finally turned his head to look at you, trying his best to muster up a small smile. It broke your heart to see how upset he was.

"It's going to be okay Kepa. Even though it doesn't feel like it right now, it will be," you said softly.

Kepa held your hand tighter before kissing the back of your hand in thanks.

"Let's go inside okay? That way you can shower before going to bed."

Kepa knew that he hadn't been the best throughout the past few games. He made mistakes that cost his team the game. He should've communicated better. He should've trusted his gut more instead of hesitating so much. He should've done this. He should've done that. His brain was on a constant loop of "You should've been better. If you were better, your team would've won. This is on you." After all, he was the goalkeeper and it was his job to prevent the other team from scoring.

Kepa barely registered that you'd led him into the shower. He didn't even flinch as the hot water hit his face. He only blinked, getting lost in his thoughts and self-doubt.

"Amor? I'm right here," you said as you hugged him from behind. "Stay with me right here, right now. I know you're hurting and I know you're blaming yourself. But you don't have to do that right now. Just focus on me and let me take care of you okay?"

He turned around, holding you close to him. Kepa was always touchy with you, but he especially needed your touch in moments like these. He didn't know how you did it, but you always found a way to bring him back when his mind wandered off. He closed his eyes, focusing on the way your touch made him feel. He reveled in the way your fingertips lightly scratched his scalp as you shampooed his hair. He shivered as you ran your hands all along his body, being as gentle as you possibly could. He lost himself in the sensations you gave him, allowing his mind to stop for a little while.

"Kep? I'm all done. You can get dressed now," you said while handing him a towel, turning the shower off.

Once the two of you were dressed, you led him under the covers of your bed. He laid his head on your chest, laying an arm around your stomach and intertwining your legs together. You ran your fingers through his hair and holding him close to you.

The tears slowly started to fall from Kepa's eyes as the events of the day starting to creep up on him once more. Kepa's silent tears quickly turned to sobbing, turning his head to further hide into your chest. You felt his arm tighten around you as he desperately tried to anchor himself. You kissed his head gently, allowing him to cry his stress and anguish away. Kepa needed this, and you just held him against your chest.

Eventually, the sobbing returned to quiet sniffles. Kepa's grip didn't let up, but you could feel his body loosen up ever so slightly. Even though words wouldn't take away his negative emotions, you hoped you could fill him with the love and strength you had for him.

"I know what you're probably thinking Kep. But no matter what, I'm here for you. I will always be here for you. A few bad games don't define you or your self worth. I'm sorry these past few games haven't gone the way you wanted. But you tried your best with what you were given and that's absolutely more than enough."

Kepa pulled you even closer to him. You stroked his hair as you continued.

"You'll bounce back from this, mi amor. I know you will. You've trained so hard for this and I know you put your heart and soul into what you do every time you step onto that field. So while it hurts now, I promise your hard work will pay off. And when it does, I'll be right there in the crowd to cheer you on. It's okay to feel hurt. It's okay to feel disappointed. But tomorrow is another day to restart and try again. So you don't have to be strong tonight if you don't want to Kepa. I've got you."

Kepa truly didn't know how he managed to get someone like you. You were always so patient with him, especially when he was at his lowest and didn't know what to do. You understood him like no one else, not even himself. While his head was full of nothing but disappointment, his heart was full of love, and it was all thanks to you. And he knew that no matter what happened, whether it was yesterday, today, or tomorrow, you'd always be there with him.

Kepa brought his hand to your cheek, allowing you to rest your forehead on his. He didn't say anything, but he didn't have to. The way he gently kissed you spoke to how grateful he was to have you in his life.

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[neverinadream]

Keep Quiet, Can You Do That?

Summary: At dinner with your friends, you and Kepa get up to no good in your kitchen.

Pairing: Kepa Arrizabalaga x Fem!Reader

Requested: Nope

Song Inspo: Nonsense - Sabrina Carpenter

Warnings: 18+, minors dni, established relationship, dom!kepa, sub!reader, pet names (princesa, cariño, good girl...), a tad bit of degradation kink - if you squint hard enough, praise kink, fingering, a smidge of begging, quickie, unprotected sex, your friends are in the other room, not proofread

Notes: it's been a while since I wrote for Kepa, so please be nice. Feedback is always welcome!!!

Bracing yourself against the kitchen counter, you suck your bottom lip between your teeth, biting down as hard as you possibly could, but failing miserably to keep your whimpers at bay as his fingers curl inside of you, two fingers slick with a mixture of your spit and wetness stretching your pussy.

"Kepa," you breathe out his name, your head tucked into his chest, hips rolling into his hand as his thumb brushes against your clit. You feel him smiling against your shoulder, the strap of your dress pulled down off of your shoulder, granting him more access to your body. "Kepa, someone's going to notice we've been gone too long," you warn him, lifting your head and letting your eyes pan over to the kitchen door, which was still cracked open, just a little bit.

He presses his finger to your lips, shushing you and tutting under his breath. "What happened to staying quiet for me?" His voice rings in your ears, an accent so rich it had your thighs tensing and your pussy clenching around his fingers. He smirks. "What is it, cariño?" You bite dowm harder on your bottom lip, whimpering as his voice hits your ear in a slow drawl. "Worried someone might catch us?" He slows his rhythm, his thumb reducing to slow circles against your clit, the two fingers curling each time they slipped back inside you. "No ones coming in here," he tells you, like it was a promise of sorts, "they're too busy having fun; they'll never know that I'm about to fuck you."

Removing one hand from from the kitchen counter, you touch the side of his neck, wrapping it around. "Please, Kepa," you mumble, begging against his lips as you bring him closer. Your lips lightly press against his, Kepa making you chase him for the kiss; whining, your hand grips him tighter, pulling him back to you. "Just fuck me before someone comes in."

"Can you promise me you'll be quiet?" He asks, slowly slipping his fingers out of you, catching your faint whimpers on his lips as he kisses you. "Or..." He snaps the waistband of your panties, the sound of it slapping your skin echoing in the quiet kitchen. "...or will I have to gag you with your own panties?" Lifting you up onto the kitchen counter, he unzips his pants, that low but quick sound setting your body aflame with anticipation. "¿Qué será, princesa?"

"Quiet," you whisper, running your hands up his arms and gripping onto his shoulders, "I can be quiet."

The head of his cock is right there, pushing at your opening, teasing you, and if you didn't feel him inside of you for another second, you might just lose your mind. Explode even.

"Fuck," Kepa rasps out, thrusting into you and filling you up as much as he possibly could. His hand runs up your thigh, squeezing your ass and lifting you a little bit away from the counter, pulling you as close as possible to him. He gasps when you wrap your legs tightly around his waist, your heels digging harshly into the bottom of his back. "Leave them on," he mumbles, like he had just read your mind.

Shamelessly and impatiently, you grind into him, biting your bottom lip so hard that you were worried you might just draw some blood. God, you wanted to scream. To be as loud as you could. To let the whole city know just how good Kepa could make you feel. But for your friends to find out you were being fucked in the next room, it left your cheeks feeling uncomfortably warm.

He's whispering something in Spanish under his breath, bumping his forehead agaisnt yours. "You're doing so well for me - keeping all nice and quiet for me," his grip tightens, groaning at the feeling of you fluttering around him, "especially when I know how loud you like to be, but we can't let them know, can we?" You shake your head but your barely listening to him. "We can't let all of our friends know you're being a whore," he speaks low into your ear, nipping at your lope, like he was purposely trying to make you break your vow of silence, "can we?"

Again, you shake your head.

Pleasure tingles up your spine, that familiar tightening in your stomach and thighs. "Shit," you breathe into his shoulder, breaking your vow of silence and burying your face into his body. One hand slips between your bodies and underneath your dress, touching yourself, the tips of your fingers circling your clit. "I'm not going to last much longer."

"That's okay," he hums, gripping you even tighter to almost mask how sloppy his movements had become, "just cum for me."

Your orgasm rings in your ears and the heat travels from your core, shooting up your spine and washes all over our body, leaving you pulsing and fluttering around him. His voice soothes you, whispering in your ear, calling you his good girl, praising you for doing as you were told. Even as Kepa bottoms out, finishing inside of you and slowly pulling out, and your feet touch the ground, your body still tingles and your ears were still ringing.

Kepa fixes his clothes, running his fingers through his hair and leans past you to grab the bottle of wine. He kisses you, letting his lips brush lovingly over your cheek. "I'll take this into them," he says, chuckling as he looks at the state of you, all fucked out, your lipstick smudged, "and you should get yourself cleaned up." His thumb touches your bottom lip. "It's smudged."

Football taglist: @shanoontje @maseandkepa @theblxefox @blueathens  @ofxinnocence @1-800-benji-chilwell @mrschilly @geek-and-proud @in-my-body-bag @laurasstufff1 @mountchilly @sereshawsbby @greykitkepa

[fletchysohot]

IV.

Begin Again

First date with Kepa and all the nerves that come with that. One of those getting back out there after a breakup fics

Word count: 1.6k

You take a deep breath looking in the mirror trying to fix the pleats of your tennis skirt before taking a final look at your outfit. It's been ages since you last wore your heels and you aren't even really sure if they even go with your sweater and skirt, but today is a perfect occasion to put them on again. Blake had hated it when you wore heels. Always complaining and nagging about the way they made you look like a prostitute or a desperate floozy. And so to avoid any arguments and complaints you had shoved the pair deep in your closet only taking them out when you were clearing out your closet. It's weird seeing yourself in heels again, your legs looking long and slender, a picture of femininity and beauty. You do a final twirl to see how you look before grabbing your purse and keys and heading out as to not be late.

You find a parking spot a few blocks from the cafe and get out of your car. Finding your headphones, you turn on the music for your walk smiling at the song that comes on shuffle. The song brings back memories of singing it loudly in your car drumming the wheel before the chorus starts. You frown remembering how Blake would always look at you weirdly as if you were an alien.

“You listen to this crap?” he would always ask his words laced with disgust.

You quickly skip the song trying to shake the memory from your mind. Suddenly your feet feel uncomfortable in the heels and your sweater is too tight. Honestly, what were you thinking - showing up dressed like this. Maybe you should just turn around and skip the date, claim you have a bug, there is still time. 

But your plans soon falter when you see Kepa already standing by the cafe, waving at you. He looks gorgeous, wearing an oversized tshirt that hugs his broad shoulders perfectly paired with dark pants and a pair of sneakers. You can't help but almost trip over your feet as your eyes meet. 

“Whoa there careful” Kepa chuckles, his accent is music to your ears “hey”

“Hi” you try to keep yourself from blushing

“Shall we go inside?” he asks a kind smile plastered on his lips 

“Oh yes yes” you say eagerly

“You look very beautiful, I love the shoes” he compliments as you walk through the door of the little cafe 

“Thank you” you manage to reply, fighting back a grin “You look very handsome too” “Thank you” he says walking next to you “wait let me!” He pulls out the chair for you, helping you sit down. You feel butterflies flutter in your stomach at the seemingly mundane action, something inside of you heating up. “Wow a gentleman” you tease as he makes his way to the chair opposite of you

“Of course! Especially for a girl as beautiful as you” he raises his eyebrows as a smile warms his features. 

“Oh you are doing overtime work today aren't you” you shoot back matching his smile “trying your best to leave the best impression on me”

He tilts his head back laughing at our comment and instantly you feel yourself retreat into yourself. He must think you are being an idiot. Blake would have told you off for opening your mouth and saying something that stupid. 

“What are you laughing about?” you try not sounding too defensive “You are funny” he says looking at you, his brown eyes full of kindness and honesty “You think that was funny?” you ask, trying to play it off as casual as possible. 

“Yeah! It was silly funny you know” he says “I like silly funny” You feel heat travel to your cheeks again at the comment, but luckily Kepa is too busy looking at the menu to notice. You let your eyes roam over Kepa, taking in the sight properly. You feel mesmerised by how soft his skin looks, making you wonder how it would feel to run your fingertips up and down his arms. You think back to the last time you touched someone like that and feel something drop in your stomach. 

You think back to the last eight months that have been some of the hardest of your life. Between going through a divorce and moving halfway across the globe to escape the town that felt so suffocating you've had almost no time to look for friends let alone love or intimacy. The last stint of you and Blakes marriage had made you develop a distaste for being with someone physically or emotionally. The constant fights and tears, compromises upon compromise had made you detest having to lean on a person. Growing up you had always thought love was easy, that it would swoop you off your feet and you would be on cloud nine. Sure it had felt that way with Blake at first, back when he would bring you flowers from his moms garden or your favourite doughnut from the gas station, but as years went on Blake had become complacent and wooing you had become a secondary thought to him. Soon enough, by the end of it, the two of you would spend more time arguing about anything than actually speaking, intimacy becoming an afterthought unless it was a quickie or frustration sex. Nothing that you would classify as intimacy or sensuality. However looking at the man sitting across from you at the moment you can't seem to keep your thoughts from wandering. You allow yourself to quietly take in the way Kepa's hair falls, the veins on his strong arms, the way whenever he smiles at you you see stars. 

“So you always wanted to be a football player?” you ask intrigued, taking a sip of your cappuccino, watching him with a curious gaze. 

Kepa throws his head back laughing that contagious laughter of his. The sound fills you up to the brim like the feeling of a warm room after having spent all day in the snow. You like seeing him like this, eyes shut and a content expression on his face. However part of you seizes up at his reaction to a seemingly mundane question. 

“You have milk foam on your face” he says once his laughter subsides “here, let me help you” He reaches over the table and brushes your nose with his thumb bringing his finger to his lips, his chocolate brown eyes not leaving you once.

You can't help but chuckle, feeling yourself blush. You still cannot fully grasp that he finds you funny or adorable, when Blake you have made you feel like you were uncultured if you got your face dirty like that in public.  But Kepa is nothing like Blake. Kepa finds it endearing to see you like this, not a polished version, but clumsy silly you. He seems to like you for you and that makes a scary feeling of hope begin to build in your chest. 

When you leave the cafe the sun is already setting over the London streets, the streetlights slowly turning on one by one. Kepa offers to walk you to your car and you agree, excited to spend as much time as possible with him. The walk is nice, his hand is in his pocket and you've looped yours around his elbow leaning against his side. Both of you walk slowly like you have nowhere else to be, soaking up every last bit of each other's company you can get. You steal a glance up at him only to notice him already looking back at you, his cheeks instantly turning pink making you throw your head back and laugh. 

“You have a beautiful laugh” he blurts out

“That's the first time i get that compliment” you confess “might be one of my favourite ones ever”

“No one has ever told you you have a beautiful laugh?” he asks surprised

You almost tell him how Blake used to think it was too loud and too high pitched and how you've hated your laugh for so long due to that. 

“It is one of my favourite things about you” he cuts you off before you can speak and ruin the moment “it reminds me of this actress from Love Actually”

“Love Actually?” you ask taken aback

“Yes, me and mamá, tía and abuela watch it every Christmas” he says, suddenly aware how silly it sounds making you chuckle at his cuteness.

“I've never seen Love Actually” you confess 

“YOU HAVE NEVER SEEN LOVE ACTUALLY?” he stops the two of you in your tracks looking at you in surprise

“No” you laugh “is it that tragic that I haven't?”

“Yes it is a crime! We have to fix this!” he says very seriously, making you laugh more and more “Next wednesday we are watching Love Actually!”

“Next Wednesday?” you ask smiling

“Yes cause that's the one day im free” he says “same time as this week”

“So Wednesday is date night?” you ask

“Yes Wednesday is now officially date night” he proclaims and resumes walking, both of you sneaking glances at each other the whole way back to the car. 

Kepa tells you about all the movies him and his family watch together on holidays and for the first time in a long time you can't find a painful memory associated with it. And finally for the first time in forever you feel yourself starting to fall head over heels in love all over again.

[mxsonxmountx]

Kepa Arrizabalaga AU: Your Birthday

Kepaarrizabalaga: happy birthday to my beautiful girlfriend. Been with you since we were kids, now we’re still together. I love you my pretty girl.

Masonmount: happy birthday darling!

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Kepalover: sorry what? You’ve got a girlfriend? Why can’t we see her face. Bet she’s ugly. You should be dating me

↪️kepa4ever: that’s rude, in fact I’ve seen her at many games and she’s the most prettiest art I’ve ever seen. Happy birthday darling, we love you

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Chelseafc: many happy returns

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Yoursister: happy birthday, can’t wait to see you the weekend!

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Yourbestfriend: happy birthday princess!

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Yourpriv: I love you 💙

Kaihavertz29: happy birthday queen, see you at the weekend

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Thiagosilva: happy birthday!

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Yourpriv: been truly blessed for another birthday with my best friend. Wouldn’t be here without you. Kepaarrizabalaga I love you forever and always.

Reecejames: happy birthday queen, looking forward to the party!

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Benchilwell: happy birthday sweetheart xx

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Kepa4ever: happy birthday to one of the most precious ladies that makes our man happy. Hope you have the best day ever. Love you

↪️thank you my darling. Kepa gave me the gifts, I love them all

Masonmount: happy birthday my little sis, love you

↪️thank you bro, can’t wait to celebrate with you on the weekend

Yourbestiefriend: happy birthday to my prettiest girl, I love you more than you can ever imagine. Cannot wait to celebrate with you on the weekend!

↪️can’t wait to be with you

Kepaarrizabalaga: I love you

↪️I love you so much more

Kepaarrizabalaga: my pretty girl

↪️your pretty girl xxxx

Kepaarrizabalaga: my whole world

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[heyhihellosworld]

𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝'𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮

Mason Mount x reader + Kepa Arrizabalaga x reader

Word count: 3,2k

Summary: You are Mason's best friend but also Mason's secret love

Warning: Angst, fluff

Notes: This gif is so big but I love it so needed it anyway. Something about Mason's hat and Kepa's coat, all I can think of is a flasher but they look cute

Pt 2

"I'm telling you Mason it's hopeless" you sighed, slumping back into his comfy big sofa as he chuckled at your dramatics. "It's not hopeless" he comforted smiling as he poured up a refill of the wine you were sharing.

It was Sunday which in your life meant Mason-movie night. It was the first time in forever you had actually met up because of his ridiculously filled match schedule and that meant you had a lot more than usual to fill him in on about your love-life. Or what seemed to be the lack of love-life. "It feels like it" you sulked, immediately sipping the now filled glass.

Mason had been your friend since childhood. What had started as a kindergarten rivalry had turned into friendship after he had moved into the house next to yours. Since the day he had apologized for taking your snack you had been best friends, even now fifteen years later he was your biggest comfort.

"Tell me again what happened" he giggled, already knowing it but loving the way you got agitated just thinking about it.

"Oh shut up" you snarled, giving him a murderer look over the edge of your glass. "What, it was so fun" he blinked innocently, a sly smile creeping over his face.

"It's not fun, It's my life!" you pouted making him laugh again. His laugh made you smile, the bubbly sound that came out from his lips was infectious.

"You will find someone" Mason assured, eyes searching the floor as he uttered the comforting words.

Best friends since childhood, that was what everybody knew, that was what you thought and what he should be all about but Mason would never see you as only a friend. He had stopped seeing you as only a friend when you were twelve. You had been on his game he had lost fairly but bitterly and you had been there with your small lopsided smile you always wore when you wanted to cheer him up. You had hugged him and kissed his cheek and suddenly he wasn't that beaten up over the loss anymore.

Now you were 23 and 24 years old and his feelings never changed but neither had yours and he was sure they never would, for either of you.

He accepted it though, understanding that this was how it was gonna be and it was fine.

"What about you?" you asked suddenly, pursing your lips jokingly as he adjusted uncomfortably in the chair. Your question took him by surprise and it made him nervous.

"What?" you hummed, tilting your head to the side whilst he chewed on his bottom lip.

"Whaaat, we always talk about me and I want to know what's going on with you" you smiled, leaning forward like he would tell you a secret but he only leaned back in his seat, making more space.

"It's nothing" Mason quickly said, licking his lips in stress

"What do you mean nothing, it's always nothing" you whined making him let out a shaky laugh. "Because it is nothing" he repeated in a mumble "Nobody you see? Like? Fuck?" you were pushing him but something had to be happening in his life. Since his recent girlfriend you had heard nothing, absolutely nothing and you were sure he had more to tell.

"Nothing serious" he shook his head making you sigh dramatically, eyes rolling at his unwillingness to share

"You are a boring footballer" you sighed accusingly "Even Ben has more to tell me about his girls"

At that Mason laughed for real, shaking his head "well I'm sorry for not having met someone I want to marry" he dramatized his lips turning into a smile, the awkwardness disappearing as quick as it had came.

"Yeah yeah" you waved off sitting back in the couch with a huff

"Anyway" Mason chuckled, seeking to change the subject quickly. "Are you coming to the game on Sunday?"

You nodded smiling at him "of course I am! Wouldn't miss it"

Mason smiled warmly making his dimples show, he looked so cute when he smiled like that. "You want to follow us to Ben's afterwards? Finally meeting everyone like you have nagged me on forever?" You squealed in happiness, lounging over him in a big hug whilst he laughed at your excitement "yes yes yes please yes"

Mason chuckled as you went back to your seat, pursing his lips as he nodded "thought so"

For as long as you had known Mason he had been reluctant to let you meet his friends. You understood his reasons but you still wanted to meet them. You were a football fan but you were also curious about his friends, having heard all about them. Ben was the only one you knew, Kai and Timo you had seen briefly outside of the stadium once when Timo still played for Chelsea.

"Ah it's gonna be so great" you repeated multiple times, clapping your hands together.

"If you don't get your act together i'm gonna drive you home" Mason halfheartedly threatened making you snort on the passenger seat. "Sure you would"

"I will if you are not cool and this far you are anything but cool" he stated, trying to sound serious but it was hard when he found you amusing. "I'm just so excited" you giggled making him smile at you but he quickly tried to get his serious look back.

"Don't embarrass me" he murmured, you looked at him with side-eyes before laughing out loud at his tries to sound serious.

"I would never" you waved off with a smile, knowing you always did in some way because it was just that fun to tease him with it. He was a very fun person to be around but also so easy to make flustered and embarrassed.

Mason parked the car up outside a big house, your eyes widening at the expensive look of it "I mean your house is big but wow"

Mason laughed at you, jumping out of the car and leading you up to the front door like it was his own.

He turned around before opening the door. His smirk showing that he could see your nervousness. "You became very quiet suddenly" he remarked, smiling as your eyes rolled. "Just go in" you muttered, pushing him to take the last step to the door.

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Mason's friends were nice, you loved them from the first second. Everyone making you feel comfortable as the nerves quickly faded out. They had asked you all the basics before asking you to play fifa with them which you had done for two games until you gave up. Opting to sit the next match out as you sucked to say it out loud.

"Not playing anymore?"

You turned your head to see who was speaking as he sat down next to you in one of the smaller sofas in Ben's living room. The others sitting cramped together in the bigger one right in front of the tv, all on the edge of the seat as they shouted commands at each other.

"No, didn't feel like it" you smiled at Kepa who had his eyes stuck on his teammates.

You liked Kepa, he had been one of the quieter ones but he didn't fail to make an impression on you regardless. He didn't need to speak or be loud to make himself shown.

"Why not? You were so good" he smiled, hiding the sarcasm well even if you knew it was there. "Yeah sure" you chuckled gazing at his soft smile.

"Maybe there are some room for improvement" he stated with a soft nod, pouting his lips as he did so.

"What a nice way to word it" you smiled, getting comfy in the couch.

"So, Mason have told us a lot about you" Kepa admitted, letting a small grin play on his lips as he spoke "But what do you do?"

"I'm studying" you hummed out, smiling as you watched Mason's fist pump the air after winning the round.

"Ah, right that's probably what most people do huh?"

You turned your face to his with a chuckle "Most and most, but in my age when you don't have talent in sports or anything like it then yeah"

"What do you study?" he asked further "Engineering, I'm on my last year"

"Wow" he breathed impressed, a proud smile painting your face. Kepa was easy to talk to, it wasn't necessary to have conversation flowing all the time because it was comfortable.

"Have you known Mason for long?"

You nodded warily, looking at the said name as he focused on the game, his tongue poking out from his lips in concentration. "Yeah, since kindergarten"

He nodded, fixing his seat on the sofa, splaying his arms over the back of the couch.

"Wow, how do you do it?" he joked making you laugh even if the joke was bad.

"I heard you were a basque" you now voiced, happy as he nodded at you in confirmation

"Did Mason say that?" You chuckled nervously "Nah I, I may have googled you" you admitted with a hint of embarrassment.

Kepa laughed out loud, the sound sweet in your ears. It was infectious, the sound making you smile"

"Well may I ask why?" "No" you deadpanned, grimacing at his raised eyebrows

"No?" he repeated with a teasing smirk "Why is that?"

You dropped your head with a smile "Well fine, I had a little crush on you after you joined Chelsea, just a lil celeb crush"

Kepa's grin told you everything you needed to know and it almost felt lika a relief when Mason came in your face, smiling as he announced he had won again and it was time to order food.

The rest of the night was great, it was all fun and jokes. You talked to all of them but Kepa always seemed to linger around, he had your attention all the time even when he wasn't talking to you.

He kept your company as the others played more fifa and sat next to you. Before you parted ways he subtly slipped you his number, mumbling that he wanted to take you out before Mason guided you out of the house.

You didn't dare speak to him about it whilst he was behind the wheel but you had to do it. That you wanted to go out with Kepa was no question but you also had to talk to Mason about it maturely. As the grown up you after all were.

You let him settle in the couch before you approached him, filling him in on what Kepa had asked you.

You looked at him with a defeated look, his lips in a small pout and eyes hooded "Seriously? He is taking you out?" he mumbled lowly

Your eyes rolled at his childish look, clicking your tongue in annoyance "Yes, seriously" you argued but it didn't have any affect on Mason who huffed stubbornly

"No"

"Yes"

"But-" "No Mason, he is nice and hot and I really want to go and you said it yourself, I will find someone, maybe he is my someone" you nodded at yourself like you had done a good job trying to convince him.

"He is still my teammate and he is still Kepa!" he grunted, waving you off like a fly.

"When did you even talk to him?" he muttered. He looked really irritated, sounded so as well. His body stiff and voice gruffy.

You shrugged, "The whole evening?"

"I don't like it" he commented lowly, his eyes seeking the floor for something. "I'm sorry Mase" you sighed, getting soft at seeing him looking defeated like this. "But I can't turn him down now, despite it's only one date, nothing is bound to happen"

He nodded at your words, noting it was fine but he didn't look fine

The date exceeded your expectations. In contrast to how he had been at Ben's. Not because he had been laid back or quite there but let's face it, he hadn't been like most of the others. More politely laid, taking in the room and chatting easily but you had liked him from the first second. He had your attention the whole night and when he asked you if you would be up for going out with him you couldn't even debate the yes.

Now, alone he had been even nicer, even hotter and even more likable. He had done it easily but nicely and it had been a lot of fun. He had dropped you off at Mason's where you now found yourself sitting on your best friend's couch, telling him all about it.

"I like him" you smiled, your eyes bright and glimmering as you spoke to your best friend. "He is so cute and nice, not to mention hot" you groaned as you stretched your body "he is the first guy I've had a good time with without getting drunk in ages, he could speak, hold an conversation and he was fun" you rambled smiling lazily. Your eyes quickly moving over Mason who sat on the couch, a small smile on his face.

"That's nice" he forced out, grateful for how you were too caught up in your little happy bubble to notice his more gloomy state.

He cursed himself for asking you to meet the squad and for introducing you to Kepa. But he cursed Kepa too, cursing him for asking you on a date and cursing himself even more for telling him to go for it when asked if he felt okay with it.

It was like a big knot in his stomach. And not only was it there it also gnawed on his insides, feeling like it would eat him up from the inside. He didn't say anything, just smiled as you continued the evening ranting about his teammate.

This was only the beginning, he could feel it and regardless of how much he wanted to tell you you couldn't be with Kepa in any way he didn't, he couldn't and after all he wanted you to be happy. Regardless of how big the knot in his stomach was you truly did look happy.

It was only a few days after your date when you met up with Kepa again. It went slowly but steadily and soon you saw him more often than not. He stopped by at your place after training or you followed him home after a game. You loved spending time with him, slowly building a relationship you cherished a lot.

But there was one problem. The more time you spent with Kepa the less time you spent with Mason. It wasn't all on you, you had put down effort but Mason seemed to put effort down in avoiding you.

At first it had been sneakily, almost unnoticeable. The excuses had been good, could be true but as time went on it was more and more obvious that he didn't want to see you but you couldn't understand why.

-

"He hasn't said anything to you?" you asked yet again in a hum, looking down at the Spaniard who laid between your legs in the sofa, his head resting on your stomach as you pulled your fingers through his curls gently.

"No nothing, I already said" he hummed back leaning back into your touch. "I know but it just feels so weird, if his problem was us he should be the same with you"

Kepa hummed, trying to help you but he didn't know how he possibly could, not wanting to push things with Mason after he had been so cool and acceptive of your feelings towards each other.

"He is the same as always" he told you

"That's the thing because then his problem isn't us, it's me"

You sighed, groaning as you leaned your head back against the couch. Kepa chuckled warmly at you, squeezing your thigh in reassurance.

"I'm sorry I'm ranting about Mason I just- we have never been off like this and it scares the crap out of me" you confessed lowly.

His head tilted back so he could see your face, smiling softly at you. "It's no problem, I know how much he means to you and honestly I don't care what we speak about as long as I can spend time with you"

"Stop it" you giggled, feeling your face flush

He grinned at your flustered face, leaning up to press a soft kiss against your lips "You're so cute"

"You are too" you grinned, stroking his cheek lovingly

"It's gonna work out" he promised and you nodded, leaning down to meet his lips again.

"Hey what's up Mase?" you smiled softly, leaning closer to him on the couch in a comforting way. You had finally gotten him to agree on dinner and movie night as you would always have but he was stiff as a tree, not joking with you and barely meeting your eye.

He sighed closing his eyes. Trying to hide the inner battle that was storming in his mind. It had been so many years of thoughts and feelings but he had never thought about what would happen if he voiced his thoughts. You didn't feel the same, he was pretty sure but would it mean that he would lose you forever? Would you still see him as the same friend he had always been? Would it make things easier for him? He didn't know and he didn't want to take any risks.

"It's nothing" he murmured, looking away from you subtly

"Hey, I've known you forever Mase, I can tell when something is up and the last couple of weeks something has been up so please tell me"

He sighed, licking his lips like he always did when he was stressed or uncomfortable.

"Please, let it go, it's nothing" He tried to sound firm but you huffed, resting your hands on his thighs but immediately removing them when you felt him stiffen at the touch. "Sorry" you mumble but he waved you off, cursing himself as he took a deep breath. "Please Mason, I want to know what is bothering you" you pleaded, his face contorting in annoyance as he had to come up with something.

"Let it go" he murmured sternly but you were just as stubborn as he was, rolling your eyes "Come on, don't be childish, just tell me what the problem is so we can talk it out"

"The problem" Mason gritted out, letting his tongue wet his lips again.

"Yes?" you pushed tired of tiptoeing around the problem that so clearly existed.

"The problem is that I have feelings for you, more than friend feelings" he finally muttered out. You felt caught off guard. It was not what you had expected him to say but he had.

[sportswriters]

welcome to sportswriters!

this account has two authors: ella, 25, she/her & namu, 24, she/her. we're from brazil. just two besties writing for fun since high school.

we're going to focus on writing football, ice hockey (nhl) and baseball (mlb) scenarios. feel free to request some ideas!

important: we don't write heavy topics such as death, tragedy, violence or bdsm. we also don't write ships between players.

here's the list of players we write for:

football

mason mount

rúben dias

phil foden

jude bellingham

aymeric laporte

joão félix

pablo gavi (no smut)

pedri gonzalez

aaron ramsdale (no smut)

kepa arrizabalaga

kai havertz

antoine griezmann

dominik szoboszlai

trent alexander-arnold

son heungmin

nhl

jeremy swayman

andrei svechnikov

jack drury

brady skjei (no smut)

jesperi kotkaniemi

anthony beauvillier

mlb (send requests!)

matt chapman

masterlist (soon!) | football fic recs | nhl fic recs

[julianalvarez9]

your name on me / kepa arrizabalaga

warnings: smut, praise kink, secret relationship, pet names (little one, princess, pretty boy), idk if i forgot something 🧐

author's note: let's pretend it's the armband !!!! i don't know if i like it or not yet but i wanted to post something for saturday's win!!!

pairing: potter!daughter x kepa arrizabalaga

wc: 1.6k words

the cheers around you are deafening, but this is exactly where you want to be: on the box, at stamford bridge, just after the whistle ends and the match is won by the blue team. it feels good to be on the winning side again, and even more so, after the last couple of matches that were certainly rough, not only on the overall team and players, but on your father, too. it hadn't been long since he had come in charge of chelsea, and things were not going brilliantly before, but now, the entire directorial table was in the eye of the storm, including your dad, and both the fans and the team were expecting positive results. quickly.

that's why the normal sweet taste of victory felt even more sweet today. the rush it usually brought now amplified by a thousand after not tasting it for so long, which was almost enough to single handedly drive you towards the locker rooms, looking for one person only. and certainly, not your dad.

"you did good today, kepa," you congratulate him when you catch the man alone in the room, just as you expected. it's not the first time you encounter the goalkeeper in this situation, or in this place, but it's the first time you're the one to initiate contact after a couple of weeks without talking or touching. kepa would be lying if he said he hadn't waited for a bit longer than he needed, even after his teammates had left, hoping and praying you came to find him here, after the match he just played: a clean sheet and the armband enough to keep his beautiful smile on his face ever since the whistle blew, signaling the end of the game.

"you think so, little one?" he said through a devilish smirk. the seemingly sweet, affectionate words from one friend to another coming from his mouth having a whole different meaning to you, and lighting the sinful flame in your eyes. kepa was coming close to you with every step he took in your direction, almost like a hunter closing onto his prey, and effectively cornering you against the lockers. his big frame was towering over yours, the chelsea shirt you wore engulfing your figure and making you seem smaller than you were.

"you were captain for a reason," you shrugged, trying to maintain his gaze. you two were accustomed to this, it wasn't new by any means: ever since your dad arrived at the club, and with that, your presence became a constant in every match or practice the team had, the goalkeeper had developed a special type of fondness for you. one that could only be satisfied when you were under him.

"i think i deserve some special treatment, don't you think so, princesa?" he called, palm softly caressing your cheek. you leaned over his touch, almost forgetting where you were and how difficult it would be to explain why chelsea's goalkeeper was touching the manager's daughter in such a loving gesture. thankfully, the cold metal from the locker door against your hot skin reminded you of your whereabouts. "stop," you muttered, suddenly too aware of your surroundings. "my dad could come in at any moment," you reminded, but it didn't seem to faze him.

"you're sure you want me to stop?" he taunts, fingertips running down your abdomen until he reaches your core against your leggings. your body betrays you when your hips buck into his hand, and he smiles mischievously at your involuntary reaction. "no lo creo, princesa" (i don't think so, princess), he whispers, sending chills all over your body with a simple sentence.

kepa kisses you feverishly, like he had been deprived of it for way too long. his grips against your hips is hard, not letting you move an inch away from him and where he wants you to stay, and you know that by tomorrow his thumbs will be imprinted bruises on your skin. he starts directing your body, almost blindly, towards the showers, a place a bit more private where you can actually hide if someone came into the changing rooms. once there, he can do as he pleases, and begins placing wet kisses on your neck, tilting your head back a little with a gentle tug of your hair.

it's not the first time that you're in this situation, and that's why he knows exactly what you need, what your body craves. still, you get the chance to voice your pleas. "kepa, fuck, do something," you whisper at him, your hips bucking against his hand again, looking for some kind of friction. he complies, like he always does, because he doesn't know how to say no to you. his warm hands reach instead to the elastic of your leggings and he pulls, almost ripping them out of you, along with your shirt.

you're almost completely naked while he remains entirely clothed on the team's uniform, so you yank his jersey, desperate for him to take it off. kepa obeys, crossing his arms and lifting his shirt from the back, exposing his chiseled abdominals first. in the middle of it a thought occurs, and his eyes suddenly turn black. "put it on," he demands, and you do what he says, sliding into the shirt with the grass stains and his last name on the back.

he takes the rest of his clothes in a rush, partly because he knows there's not too much time, but mostly because the sight of you wearing his shirt fuels him an indescriptible amount, and it drives him insane. kepa bites at your exposed collarbone to try and keep the grunts at bay while his hands wander all over your figure, and you moan in surprise. you have to remind yourself to keep quiet, as his stern gaze advises too, and you turn to bite your lips instead, almost drawing blood, before emitting another sound.

"tell me that i did good. in spanish," he demands, voice rough against your ear once he has bottomed out inside you. it takes you a moment to comply, but when you do, he starts moving again. "lo hiciste bien," (you did good) you get to say over your ragged breath, and he starts quickening his pace. "lo estás, fuck, lo estás haciendo bien ahora, pretty boy" (you're doing good now). kepa groans at hearing your seductive tone, and as you let out breathy moans against his ear he readjustes your body, lifting one of your legs up, and allowing him to thrust deeper into you. you look hungrily for his lips again, trying to stop the noises from coming out in response to his fastening thrusts.

you know you're about to tip off the abyss, and he knows your body so well to be aware of it too, so he inserts two of his fingers into his mouth to wet them before drawing small circles against your clit. the action is what finally pushes you towards the edge, and you tremble under his touch until you're spent. kepa pulls out, giving himself a couple of firm strokes before actually emptying his load down the drain.

your eyes are closed, holding on to him for dear life as you try to even out your breath before dressing up again and put on the act again: pretend he's only your dad's player, nothing more. but his hands cover your mouth before you can say a word, and your confused stare is meet with his panicked one. he tilts his head, pointing to the door that's far from where you two are currently, but not enough to remain hidden if someone dared to search the entire place. kepa thinks it's just the cleaning staff, but the voice that's heard begs to differ. "is someone here?" potter asks into the void. he signals for you to stay quiet, while he slips back into his boxers and shorts before going to keep your father from finding you here.

"sorry, sir, didn't know you were still here," kepa greeted your dad, who had just come into the locker room. his hair remained disheveled thanks to the tugging and pulling you had worked on minutes before, and his torso was bare. you wished that he would stay facing him just so that your father couldn't see the bright red scratches that kepa had on his back. "well, i could say the same about you!", he cheerily said. "why's my captain still in the locker rooms, and not out there celebrating? and where's your shirt?".

his eyes widened for a moment, and nothing else came into mind, so he resolved to the truth. at least, part of it. "o-oh, i gave it to my girlfriend. i had come here to change and head out", he explains. it's not far from the truth, except for the little detail that slipped from his lips: you're not his girlfriend.

that's actually what he hates most about this situationship in which you two were in: not being capable of calling you his. your encounters are always hidden, behind closed doors, and he can't wait until you give him the green light to ask you to be together. officially. for now, though, he has to accept what you're willing to give him: whispered moans, longing stares and lustful touches.

"well, good for you, arrizabalaga!," potter brings him back to reality, palming his shoulder affectionately before deciding to head out. except, he comes back to ask one last thing. "don't you happen to know where my daughter went? been looking for her for the past 30 minutes".

"sorry, sir, i have no idea".

[pensat-i-fet]

A Halloweeny date

Anyone you like ❤️

Word count: 2159

When you and your boyfriend were getting to know each other, he asked you about your hobbies. Your answer was anything horror related.

He thought it was cute. Dating a tough girl who wanted to watch scary movies. But he couldn't expect the extent of your obsession. However, he was about to really find out.

A couple of weeks before Halloween, you showed up at his house with a huge smile on your face.

"Someone is happy to see me", he said.

"Oh my God! I have the perfect Halloween plan for us!!"

"Halloween? I've never celebrated it. Do you want to watch horror movies or something?"

Watch horror movies or something? Lame.

"What? No, we could do that every other day. We are going on a trip!", you said, beaming. And then proceeded to show him the leaflet of the little town you had found and that was the perfect spooky escapade for the two of you.

"A ghost town? Are you serious?", he asked, eyebrow raised.

"Yes. I've always wanted to do something like this. But all my friends and exes thought it was a stupid idea. You don't think it's stupid, right?", you said, puppy eyes ready to convince him.

"Tell me the whole plan".

He really couldn’t say no to your puppy eyes.

And so you did. You had it all planned to the last detail. 

First, you'll be going on a ghost town tour. Some of the locations looked stunning, and perfect to turn your IG feed into spooky perfection. Then, you'll go to the cabin you had rented in the middle of the woods. That was the perfect place for all the other activities planned. But you didn’t share many of those details with him yet, wanting to surprise him. 

"And maybe we can add a sexy spooky game to the list", you said to him.

"Yeah? What kind of game?", he asked you. Hearing the words sexy and game probably made him forget everything else you mentioned.

"I'll think about it", you said, kissing him. "So, do you want to come?"

He sighed. "Ok, let's do this".

"Yes yes yes!!!", you yelled, jumping in his arms. “You are the best!”

**

“Where is this town? We've been driving for so long”, complained your boyfriend while you drove to your destination.

“Stop complaining! We're almost there”.

“Is it a ghost town because everyone that sets foot here gets killed?”, he said, looking outside at the scenery. “This looks a bit too creepy for my liking”.

“Of course it does. They make it look creepy to fit the theme. You really are terrible at spooky stuff”, you laughed.

When you arrived, you parked near the entrance of the tour. It all looked so good!

“Where are we staying? Near this area?”

“That’s a surprise!”, you said, kissing your boyfriend. “You won’t believe how amazing the place I rented is”.

And then took his hand so he would follow you.

“Ah!”, he screamed for the 10th time when a spiderweb touched his arm.

“Babe, you are overdoing it a bit”, you laughed.

“This is creepy. And I don’t like the feel of spiderwebs. It’s too dark and I can’t see them”.

“You are the one who said this was lame when we went to the first house and now you’re terrified”, you said with a smirk, you loved seeing him being such a baby. He was always the tough footballer. Well, it was your turn to be the tough one today. 

“That sexy game you promised me better be good”, he said, hugging you from behind and kissing your neck.

“You won’t be disappointed. Now take a photo of me in front of this. It's going to look so cool".

An hour later, you finally made it out of the last house and reached the shop.

“Should we buy each other Halloween presents?”, you suggested.

“That’s not a thing, love. No one buys Halloween presents”.

“We could make it our thing. Who cares about rules?”

So you ended up buying him a t-shirt, even though you knew it was you who’ll end up wearing it while you stayed at his place, and he bought you a skeleton necklace that you started to wear the moment you got out of the shop.

“Okay then. Time to go to our home for the day”, you winked.

“Should I be scared?”

“Of me? Never”, you said with an evil laugh.

"A cabin? In the middle of the woods?", he said when he finally saw your destination.

"Yes. Here no one will hear you scream".

"Ha ha".

But when you got inside he was actually impressed. The cabin was gorgeous and had a huge fireplace you were ready to use to set the mood and to help with the October chill.

"Aww, they bought everything I asked for", you said, checking the bags that were in the kitchen. “I’ll leave the best review when we leave”.

"What is that?"

"Ingredients for our cooking and some drinks for a game, maybe?", you said, wiggling your eyebrows.

"Oh, you are getting me drunk before killing me. So nice of you", he said, making you laugh. "This place is amazing. Slightly terrifying because we’re in the middle of nowhere, but amazing. Like you".

His compliment made you so happy. You put your arms around his neck to bring him closer so you could kiss him and let him know how much his words meant to you. 

"This is only sweets?", he asked, checking the bags.

"In the bags, yeah. There is real food in the fridge. Don't worry. I just thought we could make some homemade Halloweeny sweets. There are so many recipes online".

"Sounds fun. And I'm too far away from civilization for my coach to know".

"I'll help you burn the calories later", you winked.

You picked up a few recipes, including the marshmallow ghosts and some simple cookies also in the shape of a ghost that you could have fun decorating with the frosting. Kid's stuff but it's not as if you knew how to do much better when it came to baking.

"We can eat this while watching a movie".

"I thought watching a movie was a lame plan for today", he said.

"Just watching a movie is lame. But of course we have to watch one. I already picked the perfect one", you said, getting the DVD out of your bag and showing him the cover.

"Cabin in the woods? Really? Let me guess. It's about people in a cabin in the middle of the woods who get killed".

"Kinda. But it's not that great. Bit of a guilty pleasure, you know? And it's not that scary either. Oh, and it has Chris Hemsworth in it!"

"Really? Are we partially watching it because of him?"

"Nah, he doesn't even take his shirt off. That's the scariest part of the movie", you said, faking a shiver and making your boyfriend laugh.

"I'll take my shirt off for you", he said giving you a kiss.

"Much much better than Hemsworth".

Once you had your pizza and your sweets ready to be consumed, you moved to the sofa to watch the movie.

“Zombies? Really?”, said your boyfriend looking at you with a big smile. He told you many times before that the only movies he wasn’t scared of were zombie movies, so you picked that one as a thank you to him for playing along with all the other activities you had planned.

“Ok”, you said as the movie ended. “How about you get the fireplace going while I get everything ready for our game?”

“Ok…”.

You could notice his eyes following you. He was intrigued about what you had planned and you were really hoping he wouldn’t find it disappointing.

“So”, you started, putting all the things on the table. “I thought about doing a little quiz. And if we get the question wrong, we have to do something out of a few options”.

“I’m listening”.

“Well, just stripping was going to make the game end too quickly. We aren’t wearing much”, you laughed. “So that’s one of the options, which is highly encouraged if it’s you answering wrong. But also we could take a shot”, you said, showing him the tequila bottle. “Or we can do a little bit of drawing”.

“Drawing?”, he asked you, confused.

“Yes. I got this glow-in-the-dark body paint and thought we could paint each other. And then when we go to the dark for other types of playing…well, we’ll get to see our creations”.

“Only you could come up with that idea”, he laughed. “But I love it”.

Your smile was so big it almost occupied your entire face.

“But”, he said. “It can’t be a horror quiz because you’ll have a big advantage”.

“I thought about that too. I’ll ask you horror movie questions and you’ll ask me football questions”.

“You’re kidding”, he said, laughing so hard you frowned.

“I know. I know…I only know the name of your team and the stadium where you play. I’m the one at a disadvantage. That’s how much I love you. I could easily make it so I win and get to do whatever I want to you”.

“Oh, you’ll get to do whatever you want to me later”, he said, grabbing you by the waist and putting you in his lap before kissing you. “And I love you too. Should we start?”

You went back to your seat and put everything in front of you so it’d be easy to reach whenever you needed it.

“Ok, let’s start with an easy one”, he said, forcing you to make a face. “Kinda. Which team has won the most leagues in England?”

“Manchester City”, you said, remembering that was the team that won the last one. So they at least had one.

“No, Manchester United”.

“That’s what I said. Manchester”, you complained.

“City and United are not the same. It’s like…”, he thought of an example you could understand. “Like an original movie and a remake. Like the Nightmare on Elm Street one”.

That made you shudder. “And who’s the crappy horrible shouldn’t exist remake? City or United?”

“Depends who you ask”, he laughed.

“Ok, as a punishment for missing. Though I was very close, I must add. I’ll choose a shot!”

You licked the salt off your hand, took the shot and then saw your boyfriend with a lime wedge in his mouth. You laughed and crawled towards him to get the lime and then get a kiss too since you were already there.

“Your turn! Who’s the first character killed in the original Scream movie?”

“Oh, easy. Drew Barrymore’s”.

“Wrong!”

“What?”, he said, shocked. “It is her!”

“It’s her boyfriend Steve. Everyone forgets poor Steve. Your punishment?”

“I’ll take my shirt off”.

“Who won the last World Cup?”, was the next question for you.

“Eh…England? No, I would have noticed. Wait! Brazil!”

“Wrong, it was France”.

“Of course it was. Ok…how about you draw something on me?”

And so he moved you closer to him to try and draw a ghost on your thigh. The drawing itself wasn’t great, but he kept on tickling you with the brush and his fingers and made you laugh. He looked so cute all concentrated that you couldn’t help but give him little kisses. Even though he complained about you distracting him, you knew he didn’t mind at all. 

Forty minutes later, you were both sitting in just your underwear, slightly tipsy and with all types of drawings all over your body. After getting a Champions League question wrong, you asked for another glowy tattoo and so your boyfriend got to work. 

“Turn around”, he said.

“But I wanna see”.

“Turn around”.

And so you did. His cold hand moved from your neck all along your spine, making you shiver in the best way possible. When he got to your bum, he took advantage of you wearing a thong to draw on one of your bum cheeks. He gave it a little squeeze and a kiss when he was done.

When you turned back to face him, you stopped him from going back to his seat.

“You know. I’m tired of this game now, maybe we should move to the next one”.

“Should we go see how we glow in the dark?”, he laughed.

“Yeah…and to see how smudge-proof this paint really is”.

**

Hours later, you lay in each other’s arms and you couldn’t believe how happy you were at that moment. Today had really been the perfect day.

"Thank you for being such a good sport and putting up with all my weird tastes. No one has ever made me feel like I’m not a weirdo for liking what I like until I met you. It means so much to me", you said. 

"I have to love all of you, don’t I? Happy Halloween, my love".

“Happy Halloween”.

[swimmingismywholelife]

Shoot Your Shot

Summary: Now that Chelsea's season is over, you show your support for your best friend (and his teammate too)

Warnings: best friend!kepa, suggestive comments, pretend Kai is single, just a fun post really

A/N: Truly I'm in love with Kai Havertz and this is really just an excuse to post about him also thank GOD this season is over Chelsea's been absolutely shit

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yourusername & kepaarrizabalaga

Liked by kepaarrizabalaga, kaihavertz29, and 8,517 others

yourusername: I know it wasn't the greatest of seasons, but I'm still so ENDLESSLY proud of you. You won Save of the Season and the hearts of so many. Now onto one final game for the National Team! Te amo Kepa estoy muy orgulloso de ti 💙💙

kepaarrizabalaga: Gracias amor te amo 💙💙

kepaarrizabalaga: although you never post me so I'm side eyeing you a little

yourusername: I'm not sure what you mean I would NEVER have an ulterior motive!

kepaarrizabalaga: ......let's pretend like that's a true statement but okay

k3paloveme: they're such bestie goals I'm CRYING

chelseafc: that's our Kepa!

arrizabalagainmyheart: he's literally the only reason we weren't relegated 😭

y/npleasesteponme: kepaarrizabalaga would you be willing to share bestie y/n I promise I'll only take her on the weekends 👉🏽👈🏽🥺

kepaarrizabalaga: honestly you can keep her full time I'm tired of her stinky ass

yourusername: EXCUSE ME you're the one who hasn't showered so who's stinky now man y/npleasesteponme I'll be your bestie CLEARLY I need a new one

kaihavertz29: 👀👀👀👀

Kepathekeeper: Kai??? What are you doing here?

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yourusername & kepaarrizabalaga

Liked by kepaarrizabalaga, kaihavertz29 and 7,802 others

yourusername: also Kepa if you could introduce me to your hot friend here and give me his number that would be great thanks 💙

kepaarrizabalaga: YOU WITCH I KNEW SOMETHING WAS UP WITH YOU

yourusername: I stand by my statement I have no ulterior motives I'm just supporting my favorite team 😇

kaihavertz29: why ask Kepa when you could just get it from the source love?

yourusername: you make a good point hey Kai wanna give me your number 👀👀👀

kaihavertz29: good girl look at you learning fast I'll call you soon

yourusername: ....Lord have mercy on my soul I- 😳

kepaarrizabalaga: OH G O D SOMEONE BLEACH MY EYES

kingkai: I feel like I'm intruding on something wtf

chelseastan57: yo me too but I'm kinda here for it ngl

kailover_29: they're doing this on main too they've earned my respect

benchilwell: kaihavertz29 mate your season might've been shit but post season is looking real nice 😜

kepaarrizabalaga: PLEASE don't encourage this

Taglist: @neverinadream @pulisicsgirl @masonsrem @masonspulisic @bracedes @lizzypotter14 @notsoattractivearenti @lovelynikol16 @thoseboysinblue @mortirolo @chelseagirl98

[footballerimaginess]

Surprise

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Birthday Prompts of course it's not selfish! could i get surprising you at work with kepa? maybe you think he's gonna be playing away in the champions league but it turns out he told potter he couldn't go so he could be with you 🥺 requested by @odegaardsreds Word Count: 334 Sitting at work on your birthday is not where you wanted to be at all, when you woke up that morning it was quiet in your house as Kepa was at training already.  The only surprise you had was from the dog when you rudely were woken up by him going absolutely crazy. 

“y/n, you have a visitor” you looked up and had a look up and saw Kepa standing there with a bunch of white roses which were your favourite.  “What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be on your way to Paris right now?” you questioned him as you fell into his jacket.  “Well I was supposed to be, but Potter said I wasn’t allowed to travel. Something is up with my passport or whatever it was. I don’t fully get what happened. But I would rather be here celebrating my girl’s birthday” he smiled as he placed the flowers on your table.  “But I have to work?” you bluntly replied.  Kepa shook his head. “Nope I got you the afternoon off, so you can come home and spend the day together” you grinned from ear to ear as you turned your computer off, chucking your coat on as you headed out the office as you shouted goodbye to everyone. “I’m so glad you came and saved me, I was sooo bored” you over dramatically replied to kepa as he shook his head at your dramatics.  “You are such a dramatic baby” he pinched your cheeks as you pursed your lips as he pressed a kiss on them.  “Good” you smirked as you took his hand as you walked to the car.  “So... what shall we do today?” you asked him.  “Whatever you want too, it  is your day today. So you can decide” he smiled as you liked that idea.  “Okay, i fancy a McDonalds and maybe a long walk by the river” you smiled as Kepa agreed with the suggestion.  “That sounds just perfect” he smiled as you headed off.  Taglist: @footballffbarbiex​ @percervall​ @footballxixstars​ @football-and-fanfics​ @mrseriksen​ @simpingmyassoff​ @0alanasworld0​ @odegaardsreds​ @ghwoticz​​ 

[fletchysohot]

III.

Daddy's girl

Did someone say good vibes, Kepa and puppy content? (ft. Ben, Mase and Kai)

“Kep, we can’t take her in” you said for the fiftieth time today as Kepa nuzzled his nose into your shoulder as both of you were curled up on the couch.

“But babe look at her little eyes” he said holding up the puppy in his arms.

“Kep, honey” you sighed “we don’t have the time…”

He pulled back a pout evident on his plump lips.

“Babe you are busy with Chelsea and I have heaps of work to tackle. Between the two of us we barely have time to take care of ourselves let alone…” Kepa sighed as he looked down at the puppy apologetically. “Lo siento princesa, big boss says no, I tried my best.” He murmured

“Oh don’t make me the bad guy now” you glared at your boyfriend before looking at the puppy.

She was a gorgeous black boarder collie with big brown eyes, her fur curling in loose waves on her back. Kepa had found her crying, left in a soaked cardboard box in some bushes on his morning run and brought her home instantly. His own brown eyes had been identical the puppy’s as he floated the topic of taking the stray in. You had done your best to avoid the pleading gaze of the pair the majority of the morning. Luckily Kepa had been busying himself by giving her a warm bath and now having spent the majority of the last hour carrying her around, cradling her to his chest as if she was his child. 

“We’ll find you a good home baby” you cooed running your fingers through the dog’s fur, trying to ignore Kepa’s puppy dog eyes next to you.

“Yes! I’ll not let you go to a home where you aren’t treated like a little princess” he cooed at the dog 

“Maybe one of your friends wants her?” You asked looking at your boyfriend curiously “I bet you would not mind being tio Kepa”

You suppressed a love sick chuckle at the way Kepa’s eyes lit up at the potential nickname.

“I’ll make some calls” he said determined as the puppy had now fallen asleep in his lap. 

Kepa’s first offer had been Mason, as the man had been talking about getting a dog for ages. When Kepa had called to offer the man to meet the little dog, Mason had jumped at the opportunity. He had told Kepa to come to Ben’s house and to bring the puppy along. 

Kepa had volunteered to drive instructing you to hold the puppy while on the way to Ben’s. You were not stupid knowing exactly what the hidden intentions of the man were. You avoided the animal’s face keeping your eyes trained on the road as to not give your boyfriend the satisfaction of crumbling in the moments before you could hand it off to Mase.

The moment you got out of the car Ben’s door popped open revealing a grinning Mason. “Where is my new little baby?” He said grinning from ear to ear

“Right here” you smiled lifting the puppy a little bit as you slid out of the car. 

“Give her here!” As he approached put out his hands as if he was a small child asking for a toy. You couldn’t help but laugh fondly as you obliged with the request. 

“Mason be careful” Kepa said frowning “she’s still small! Don’t squeeze her” “I’m not gonna-“ “Mason you almost dropped her”

“I’ll go say hi to Ben” you said eager to get away from the argument and eventual scolding that was currently brewing.

You walked through the door kicking off your shoes before venturing into the living room in search of the left back. 

You found the man sitting on the couch his nose in his phone and Oscar curled at his feet. 

“Hey there” you laughed

“Oh” he looked up smiling “Hey! So where is the puppy?” “Mason and Kep are having a stern conversation about how to hold her” you said plopping down in a chair opposite of the couch “So it’s gonna be a while" “You know how Kep can get when he has to explain something”

“Should we go save the dog?” “I’ll give them a few more minutes before I go break it up” you rolled your eyes playfully earning a laugh from Ben.

“How are you?” You gestured to his elevated knee currently sporting a bright blue ice pack

“On the mend” he said petting Oscar’s head “Oscie is helping me get all better”

“I bet he is” you smiled at the two as you heard voices approach.

“That was quick” you said to Ben who bit back a laugh as the pair rounded the corner. 

“Give me back MY dog!” Mason wailed as Kepa stomped in, the puppy wrapped in his strong arms.

“Mason you are too rough with her!” Kepa grumbled

“I am not” Mason protested.

“Hi Kep” Ben laughed at the antics of his two friends, knowing he was clearly an afterthought. 

“Hey” Kepa smiled walking over to the couch ignoring Mason’s pleas.

“So that’s the little troublemaker I’ve heard so much about, hm?” Ben hummed looking at the bundle in Kepa’s arms.

“Yes this is her” Kepa smiled at Ben as Mason plopped down next to Kepa. “Hi there little one” Ben cooed leaned over to scratch her nose

“She’s so cute right” Mason beamed “I cannot wait to show everyone. Can I hold her?”

Kepa sighed as he handed the dog over to the younger. Mason smiled down at the little dog as it let out a small sound. His fingers tangling into her silky fur as he grinned down at the dog.

“How are you feeling Ben?” Kepa asked looking over at his teammate as Mason played with the puppy all of his attention on the animal.

“Better” Ben smiled at the goalie “will be back to defending you in no time.”

The three of you fell into comfortable conversation while 

“FUCK!” Mason shouted “not on my good pants!”

All three of you looked at him instantly. Mason was holding the puppy in the air, a big wet spot on his lap. 

“Mason put the dog down” you frowned

“She’s yelping” Kepa said as his arms flew to take the dog off his teammate instantly going to soothe her.

“She peed on me” Mason cried out

“Yeah mate” Ben laughed “she’s a lil’ puppy… they pee”

“It’s nasty” Mason said making a disgusted face

“Well you better get used to it” you said “they do that a lot. It’s one of the reasons me and Kep can’t keep her… it’s a twenty four hour job”

“So now I have to smell like puppy pee all the time?” Mason frowned looking at his lap. 

“Pretty much… You can borrow some of my pants this time Mase” Ben said finally having his laughter under control “just go find a pair… and not the good ones… I know you’ll never bring them back”

Mason rolled his eyes getting up from the couch and disappearing around the corner.

“Babe…” Kepa’s eyes were full of panic as he looked at you

“I know baby” you said frowning “but give him a chance… to be fair I think he is rethinking the whole dog dad situation while looking for Ben’s best pants” “He better not be” Ben huffed looking at the puppy, his blue eyes shimmering as the dog wagged it’s tail at him.

“You wanna hold her?” Kepa asked 

“Can I?” He asked reaching out his hands as Kepa passed the dog to the defender who broke into a huge smile as the puppy’s little pink tongue hit his stubbly cheek. 

“Aw she likes you Benny” you cooed 

“She’s such an angel” Ben smiled rubbing the puppy’s head “the littlest snuggle bug aren’t you?”

Oscar lifted his head making an annoyed sound at Ben out of jealousy towards the petite creature in his arms.

“Oh stop it you” he said rolling his eyes at the older dog “I still love you most” 

“You should take her” Kepa said “she adores you”

“I don’t think Oscar would be very happy” Ben chuckled “besides I’m in no state to chase a puppy around the house with the leg and rehab and everything.”

“Well we can’t give her to Mason” you said under your breath earning nods from both the men on the couch

“Have you offered her to Kai? He has a mini dog farm” Ben asked now rubbing the dog’s belly as she laid on his lap.

“That’s a good idea” you smiled at the man “Kep, text him”

“Poor Mase” Kepa said “he was so excited”

“I think the pee incident might have cured the urge to adopt, those were his favourite pants” Ben chuckled

“Double poor Mase” Kepa said trying to suppress a laugh 

“Stop laughing it’s not funny” you said biting your lip not to laugh 

Kai’s house was beautiful surrounded by trees and plenty of area for dogs to walk and play. You smiled at Kepa as you pulled up to the house.

“See pequeña” Kepa cooed “this is gonna be a much better fit than Mason’s flat”

The dog looked up at the man with an empty, excited expression.

“I really think she could be happy here” you smiled fondly

“I just hope Kai falls in love with her” Kepa scratched the puppy’s ear

“How could he not?” you kissed Kepa’s cheek “She’s a little heart stealer”

“Didn’t work on you” he mumbled but you decided to pretend you had not heard getting out of the car.

“Hey” Kai’s familiar voice rang from the doorway as a trio of excited dogs flooded out of the door, running circles around you and Kepa. 

“Kai!” Kepa grinned

“What’s up bro? What did you wanna talk about?” Kai asked cheerfully walking towards the two of you “Uhh…” you smiled at Kepa 

“I wanted you to meet someone” the man next to you took over from you. “Oh” Kai looked at you questioningly causing you to just smile and tilt your head towards the dog in your boyfriend’s arms. 

“Oh my who is this?” Kai cooed walking up to the goalie inspecting the pet closer.

“This is a puppy I found this morning on my run” Kepa began “and since we can’t really keep her we are trying to find someone to take her in… we tried Mase and-“ “Mason?” Kai lifted his eyebrow “I love him but I don’t think he’s fit to take care of a puppy” “Yes we are aware” you said rolling your eyes

“Then we offered her to Ben” Kepa continued as Kai bent down to the dogs eye level “but he has his injury and Oscar and just…” “Yeah I get it” Kai smiled up at his friend 

“And then he suggested…” Kepa trailed off “…that we maybe try seeing if you might fall in love with her…” you continued

“… and maybe keep her” Kepa said sheepishly

Kai looked up at the both of you, straightening up meeting both you and Kepa’s eyes. His grey eyes darting between the two of you.

“So?” You whispered finally “what do you think?”

“I’d have to check with Sophia” Kai said the gears clearly turning in his head “And-“

You smiled encouragingly at Kepa who returned the favour to you.

“I don’t know-“ Kai frowned as he kept petting the dog’s head “With all my dogs and Chelsea… But she is adorable”

“You wanna hold her?” You asked hoping that would seal the deal.

“I see what you’re trying to do” Kai laughed as he took the animal from Kepa’s arms hugging her close to his chest “it’s not gonna work… well maybe”

Both you and Kepa let out a laugh as Kai’s features melted looking at the dog. 

“I think it worked” Kepa said 

“Don’t say that” Kai groaned

“I mean you have a gazzilion dogs already” you said teasingly “what’s another one?” 

“I have to ask Soph” Kai said “she’s already been on my ass for adopting dogs the last time” “Well let me take a picture of you with the dog so you can show her” you smiled pulling out the phone and snapping a picture of the midfielder and sending it to him grinning.

“There” you smiled “now you can have a conversation about having addition to the family later… And I know she won’t be able to say no.”

The drive back home was quiet, Kepa cradling the dog close to his chest whispering something in spanish to the little animal.

“I was so sure Sophia would agree and fall in love with her” you soothed your partner “We can keep looking for a home tomorrow”

“I just want her to get a good home you know” Kepa didn’t take his eyes off the dog. “I know me too” you smiled focusing your eyes on the road 

Once you got home you disappeared to get some work you had neglected due to your little road trip done leaving Kepa to keep an eye on the dog. He had barely spoken to you after you had left Kai’s house and to be honest you felt maybe giving him space was the best scenario right now. A few hours of peace and quiet with his thoughts usually helped him reset. And you could spend the time looking for potential homes to present him. 

You walked into the living room a few hours later to see Kepa, with the puppy laying on his bare chest, both of them softly snoring as some old movie played in the background. There was something about the soft curls of his hair falling over his forehead and the peaceful, soft expression adorning his usually tightly wound features. Your chest tightened as the sight practically melted your heart. You had sworn all day to not let the puppy sway your decision whether to keep it, but what you had not accounted for was that gorgeous, cute boyfriend of yours to look so paternal with the tiny animal that somehow mimicked him. There was no way you would be letting her go now.

You snapped a quick photo of the two of them so you could print it out later and hang it on the fridge or use as your lock screen. As you moved a floorboard loose floorboard creaked making the puppy lift her head from where it had been melting against Kai’s chest. Her eyes were sleepy yet full of curiosity, big and brown identical to Kepa’s whenever you woke him. 

“Shh” you shushed her “don’t wake Kep”

The puppy let her head fall back against his skin as her eyes flattered closed once the sense of danger had passed. 

“You really are daddy’s girl huh” you chuckled as you savoured the moment for a bit before going to tell Kapa he could keep the little animal. 

A/N Thanks for reading ❤️ Sorry for any mistakes I’ve been distracted but I just wanted to get it out asap. So yes I’m aware its clumsy af.