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Family Holiday

4 with Leandro Trossard? If you write for him? If you don't, Mykhailo is my go to> 4. “Times like this just us as a family, it’s special”  Leandro Trossard Word Count: 234 The season was beginning very soon and you were finally having a small holiday break which was very much needed. "It is so lovely here, the kids seem to be enjoying themselves" you smiled as you watched your eldest boy jumping up and down in the pool. "They do, we should get him over here so we can get some food. I guess he'll be wanting chips" Leo laughed as he called him over and he sat down as close as he could to you, like normal. "You can't get any closer to you" he laughed as you smirked. "He has to be this close to me at all times I think, he'll probably be jealous when his little sister arrives" you teased. "Aww I hope not, he should be okay" Leandro laughed as your son put his head on your bump. "Babyyy" Leandro pressed a kiss to your stomach gently as he stroked the bump. "So cute aren't you baby, now let's have some chips and watch the sunshine and we can go in the pool after" he grinned. "Times like this just us as a family, it's special" Leandro smiled as he looked around and saw his little family. "Aww Le, that is so sweet. Once she arrives, it will be complete. Our family" you smiled, feeling a tear down your face. "Oh Mumma" your son laughed as he wiped your face.

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can't sleep (without you) / leandro trossard

request: bestie 🙏🏻🙏🏻 i’m on my knees for a trossard fic/sm!au. honestly, whatever you’re okay with doing. if it’s possible, all i ask is that it’s fluff <3

author's note: bestie this man needs to have more things written about him like 😭😭 he's my little baby. hope this does the trick!!! had the idea for pedri initially but after receiving the request i remembered the wip and said yeah this is for my little sleep deprived boyfriend 🤭🫶🏻

warnings: not really a warning but i use lean as a nickname. i knowww it's generally leo instead, but sometimes lean is used where i live and i thought it was cuter. if you've got any problems with it, you're free to use leo instead :)

summary: the four times you notice leandro's not sleeping well, and the one time he finally does.

wc: 1.400 words

01.

the first time you notice that leandro's not getting enough sleep, it's during practice. your job is to keep them healthy, not only on the physical aspect and thus, on the pitch, but off the green grass too. you've noticed he's been a little off lately, not really focused on the task given and rather looking zoned out. so when practice's over, you approach him carefully.

"hey, leandro, are you okay?" you softly said, grabbing lightly his bicep to stop him from getting onto the changing rooms. he stops when he feels your touch, and turns to face you, concerned look showing on your features which transmitted onto his own. "yeah, why do you ask?" he frowned, while tilting his head in confusion.

"you look... tired?".

the affirmation you said isn't quite what he expected to hear from you. leandro doesn't get mad at you, but he doesn't look happy either. "oh" he mutters, assuming that you're implying that he looks bad. "no no, you look good" you rush to justify, cheeks getting profusely warmer at the confession that slipped from your lips. "just that you could use a nap, you know?".

"yeah, i could," leandro smiled, showing his pearly white teeth. "i'll take your advice. thank you, y/n."

02.

"how was your weekend?" the belgian asks, lightly leaning into the coffee vending machine situated on the end of the corridor. you were supposed to be watching the players, supervising them, but the air on london colney was too cold right now, and you needed a hot beverage to warm you up. leandro, on the other hand, should be warming up already, but instead was too distracted making small talk with you. "catching up on sleep, really needed it. you?".

"i did that too," he commented nonchalantly, rushing to get to your side once you started making your way towards the pitch again, leaving him behind. "sleeping for four hours isn't catching up on sleep, trossard," you deadpanned. it isn't the first time that you reprimanded him about how many hours he rested through the night, but leandro always pushed it off. "five hours is enough for you?".

"that's three hours less than the minimum required".

03.

"are you asleep?".

leandro's voice brings you back to consciousness, even if it was through a soft whisper. you're quite annoyed at being woken up so suddenly, and it shows in your response to his question. "clearly," you mutter, but remain still as you were before, giving the impression that you could fall asleep again any second. "c'mon, liefje, don't be mean," he whispers, while gently tapping your shoulder to catch your attention. you begrudgingly take the mask that was covering your eyes to sleep off, and look at him through tired eyes. "what is it, lean?".

things had started to get more personal lately, hence the utilization of the dutch pet name the arsenal player had given you a couple of weeks ago. in return, you adopted the nickname lean -short for leandro- for him, and you were marveled at how easy it seemed with him suddenly. calling him lean felt right, just as him calling you little treasure in his mother tongue felt.

"should have told you before you agreed to sit with me, but i'm kinda scared of airplanes".

you didn't want to laugh at him, but the giggle left your mouth without warning you. part of his job involved him travelling around to places, so it seemed kinda funny to you that he would be scared of planes. leo faked getting angry at your impromptu reaction, but it was quickly swapped to a pout that made your heart swell. "i'm sorry, i'm sorry, i didn't mean to laugh at you", you apologized, before continuing "what do you need me to do? do you need some sleeping pills? for me to sing you a song? hold your hand?".

the artificial light on the plane lets you see just barely how his cheeks turn into a slightly reddish color. "t-that's actually a good idea. i think. if you're up for it."

you don't know if it's your need to reassure him, or that you want to go back to sleep as soon as possible, but you extend your arm quickly, searching for his left hand that's resting awkwardly on his lap. the armrest separating both of you isn't the most practical thing, making his arm fall weirdly into your seat and, for sure, causing him discomfort. you drop his hand before trying to raise the armrest, and at first, he doesn't quite understand why you dropped his palm. until you grab it again without him having to tell you twice, and he smiles when he feels you mindlessly drawing circles onto the back of his hand.

"goodnight, my pretty little sleep deprived boy".

04.

the entire team has just arrived at the stadium where arsenal is supposed to play in a few hours. you're all waiting for the call to actually enter the facility, and meanwhile, you're keeping conversation with martin, -seated by your side now-, leandro and kiernan.

you're not paying attention to what they're saying, though, because you're keeping an eye on the belgian. when he yawns, again, you can't help but call him out for it. "leandro, that’s the third time in the last two minutes that you’ve yawned", you chastised, and martin at your side whips is head just in time to catch his teammate yawning a fourth time.

"i promise i'm not tired. i slept well last night", he assures, and you frown, not quite believing it due to the dark circles under his eyes, just a shade darker than they were the day before. "i'll make sure he takes a nap after this game, y/n", the boy seated at his side promises, patting his back lovingly. soon enough, martin joins too. "you'll need to stay with him, kiernan. he told me once he needs to have someone by his side to sleep well".

05.

tonight, you were at his house for the first time. like friends. leandro had set up a movie for you to watch, and some snacks on the little table nearby for you two to eat from. your sense of time isn't the best, but you can guess that it's been almost halfway through the movie. but at this point, you're not sure if the man at your side is even paying attention right now. it's been about 20 minutes since he retorted to rest his head on your lap, and you didn't oppose it, instead starting to caress his long locks mindlessly.

the soft snores catched your attention right away, but you didn't have the heart to wake him up. not when he looks so cute while sleeping, and certainly not when you know he's not the best at sleeping through the night.

eventually, the movie ends, and even if you try not to move too much, you're sure your left leg has gone numb by now. leandro seems to be a light sleeper, because at the littlest movement from you, he's already awake.

"did i fall asleep?" he ask, voice hoarse from sleep. he normally has soft, puppy eyes, but now that they're filled with sleepiness, the sight is even cuter to you. "yeah, you did," you giggle, and he drives his hands to his face, hiding away, embarrassed. he doesn't get to catch onto your lovesick stare, and you're kinda grateful for it.

"ey, no. don't feel bad about it. i actually thought it was pretty cute," you reassure, although, just like the first time you complimented him, it's something that slips past your lips. you get to see the little wrinkles near his eyes, where his hands don't quite cover, before he turns, giving his back to the television. leandro continues hiding his face, but now on your tummy, your sweatshirt muffling the plea that he slowly mutters. "can you stay with me tonight? i can't seem to fall asleep on my own these days".

your cheeks go warm at the implication that you might be what he needs to have a well rested night of sleep. during the little nap he took, he barely moved, and even if it wasn't the most comfortable position -his legs were cramped up together- his sleep seemed to be peaceful. "y-yeah, if it's what you need to sleep well".

"almost sure you're what i need, liefje".

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color me red

Summary: Every Arsenal player has different taste.

Pairing: None

As usual, part of my supernatural au!

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Sometimes, Leandro wonders what he's done in all those centuries he's lived to experience such luck. He's gone through different identities, various jobs, even multiple clubs in his current life as a footballer, but he's never felt so comfortable, so belonging before. Maybe because there are a bunch of other supers at Arsenal. Maybe because they know and accept him for what he is, and don't even bat an eye when he brings a pack of blood to the breakfast table instead of a plate of beans on toast. Or maybe because they don't mind him taking a sip here and there whenever he needs it. 

Alright, so maybe there are lots of alternatives to feeding nowadays – blood packs, synthesized blood, blood pills – and Leandro will take those without comment. But he also won't refuse the opportunity to get fresh blood if he can. And now he has a myriad of beautiful men to choose from…

Martin tastes like expensive champagne. Light and sweet, flowing down Leandro's throat effortlessly like a warm drink on a cold day, yet intoxicating, making Leandro wish to drink him again and again. Yet he rarely does, because it's too delicious for his own good. He fears he doesn't deserve to experience such taste in his life.

(Also, the sight of Martin's pale white throat always catches his breath whenever he plans to do so, and he doesn't want his fang marks to ruin the beauty of such a specimen, but that's a different story).

Kieran's is different – thicker in consistency, definitely not as sweet as Martin, maybe a little piquant, but it's the aftertaste that leaves Leandro fascinated. The Scottish full-back always gives him the feeling of eating a full course homecooked meal, tasty and hearty and fulfilling, and Leandro always thinks that he won't need to feed for days after he has Kieran for a meal.

Aaron is lemon, lime, orange… anything citrusy really, so fresh and bright, but with a hint of spice underneath it. If sunshine can be turned into a flavor, Leandro thinks it must taste exactly like Aaron's blood, and it warms him up thoroughly inside like the sun coming out after a bad storm. On the other hand, Bukayo is a little too sweet for his liking, since the kid literally tastes like a truckful of cotton candy, and while it isn't exactly unpleasant, Leandro fears he might end up with diabetes at some point if he feeds from Bukayo too often. Okay, well, not literally since he can't really get diabetes, but still.

Mikel has this rich, exquisite flavor that reminds Leandro of fine dining (and yes, he's been to such places, mostly to keep up appearances, but still). And the Spaniard's blood is the closest thing to perfection he has ever tasted. Just the right amount of spice, the right texture, the right level of sweetness. Normally managers are off limits, but Mikel says he deserves it after a string of fine performances, and Leandro believes him. 

The one holding the title for the spiciest blood in the squad must be Granit. Maybe that has something to do with his personality, the vampire doesn't know. But he tastes fiery and strong and sharp, to the point it nearly scares Leandro to feed from him again. But the Swiss midfielder will just brush it off and calmly "persuade" Leandro to feed from him, and rinse and repeat.

Ben is…special. Leandro has fed from him many times since their Brighton days, and his blood always tastes the same – plain, a little dry, completely devoid of any kinds of flavor, like unseasoned food. Perhaps it has something to do with the defender being one of the most nonchalant people he knows, but it's still fascinating how someone can be so effortlessly bland. Not that Leandro doesn't enjoy it, though – he likes to savor the taste (or lack of it) in his mouth, marveling at how different it is from any other kind of blood he's drunk.

There are other guys too, with all their respective flavors and quirks, and Leandro can honestly write a whole book describing all of those, alongside a tier list of the tastiest blood within the squad. He won't do it for real, though. Not that he's scared they will find out – they're all good guys, and often make vampire jokes to him out of fun, but he just enjoys getting various tastes to feed so it won't get boring, and he appreciates his teammates for providing him with that.

And he honestly cannot ask for more.

(Also, if he much prefers the first two people more than anyone else, for reasons other than feeding, that's his personal business.)

fin

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Graham Potter Team

#SSxKMD | Big news on the British media front, even on the sports section escaping the death of Queen Elizabeth II. As for football news, it was Manchester United's first Europa League defeat and the decision of the referee who was heavily criticized for yellow cards and penalties.

The tide of Chelsea's managerial change continued to be a major issue for a second day in a row when the Blues announced the appointment of Graham Potter as manager just hours after news broke from Stamford. Cardbridge has no Next 24 hours to waste.

Follow the queue, the 47-year-old former coach of Brighton. The Blues, who have been paid £10million a year from Chelsea, will be on the sidelines on Saturday (September 10) for his first match away to Fulham. But the latest Premier League announcement will postpone the competition. From the death of Queen Elizabeth II

Some British media have already begun to imagine the new Chelsea style of play even though Potter hasn't had time to sit in the new office and meet up with the Blues.

The movie guru looks at The first thing that will notice the change is obvious. Potter-era Chelsea will create Microgaming games from the back line. The center back will carry the ball from one of the first three areas. Unlike the era of Thomas Tuchel who gave this role to Jorginho. Defensive midfielder, 30

Potter favored the three at the back as he did for Brighton, where Adam Webster (or Ben White in the past) would move the ball into midfield and pass the ball into the space ahead.

Summer market this year Chelsea have paid £34m for Kalidou Koulibaly from Napoli and the Senegal star is Potter's ideal centre-back, just as Napoli entrusted Koulibaly to. take the ball from the back Unlike Thiago Silva, Chelsea fans rarely see him pass the ball sharply. while Wesley Fofana, a rising star, is expensive It has more defensive game strengths. So Koulibaly could be a heart in the back for Potter.

One of the things the media has hit particularly hard on Thomas Tuchel this season has been the use of England right-back Reach James. Which has to come down as a center-back on the right rather than a wing-back that allows James to shine more technically and physically.

At Brighton, Potter made good use of his wing-backs, especially offensively, as was seen in the 5-2 thrashing of Leicester with Solly March at right-back and Leandro. Trossard, left wing-back, they are both not natural wing-backs, but Potter has trusted and cultivated his skills on the training ground until he can play on demand.

Potter should be able to make James come back to play again. The left wing-back is unlikely to miss out on Marc Gucuraya, who Chelsea just paid an initial £55 million from Brighton. Despite the collision with Ben Chilwell, who has a degree in the English national team. But the weight is probably on the old team that Potter already has a user manual in hand.

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Love Rival

Leandro Trossard with reader that supports Chelsea? Actually, Spurs, since it's your special day. requested by @screechingphantompuppy Word Count: 241 You and Leandro had been dating for a few months now, you had met him at the night club. Things went really well and you really started having feelings for him. "So I got you tickets to the football, if you'd like to come that is. I understand if you can't make it" he smiled as he handed over some tickets.

"Oh right. Thanks" you muttered as you read the tickets and held the tickets in your hand examining them. "Oh you don't seem too pleased with them" Leandro asked you. "It's just that, I don't like arsenal" you mumbled, loudly enough for him to raise an eyebrow at that remark. "Oh, but you told me that you liked football?" he questioned. "I do, just not that gross club" you grinned as his face dropped. "Huh? what are you trying to say?" he looked at you puzzled. "Just I support Tottenham that's all, guess that was never needed to be mentioned. SO yeah, I don't think I'll be going to an arsenal game" you smiled. "Hmm well, I wasn't expecting you to say that but I suppose we can't all be perfect" you shrugged. "You can come, just support me. If it kills ya it will be worth it when you eventually see a good game" Leandro cheekily smirked. "Hmm okay suppose so. Thanks" you teased. "Good job I like you isn't it" you gently leaned in and kissed his cheek.

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2024

31. "What is your dream for 2024?" Leandro Trossard Word Count: 239 It was close to midnight, Leandro had just been playing and not long been home. The kids were all tucked up in bed, but you knew they would bed woken up shortly as the fireworks were going to be going off at the stroke of midnight.

"Happy new year" you whispered as you watched the fireworks being set off around you. "Happy new year baby,hoping 2024 is a magical year for us and the kids" you turned around as you sensed something behind you. "Hello kids, did the fireworks wake you up? sorry babies" you smiled as you cuddled them both. "What is your dream for 2024?" you asked Leo as he watched the fireworks with the boy in his arms. "Hmm, to be happy and enjoy life with you and the kids. Honestly as long as we are all healthy" you smiled as he squeezed your arm gently. "I hope so too, I'd love to have a happy life with you all and maybe add another addition" you laugh nervously. "Oh really? hmm I love that idea too. I hope I can stay fit and get ready for the Euros" he smiled as you squeezed his hand tightly. "I hope so too, i love you and I love us" you whispered as you placed your head on his shoulder as you cuddled up to him. "I love you too baby" he pressed a kiss on your cheek.

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If you are comfty with it, can I get Leandro Trossard with reader who has pcos and has very painful periods?

I am going thru this rn and it hurts like hell

Oh no, hoping you are okay! I hope this makes you smile x Suffering from the worst period pain, sighing and shuffling in the duvet as you couldn't get in a comfy position at all. Leandro was at training and wasn't here to come support you. All of a sudden you heard a bang, which was the front door barely raising your head from the pillow as you heard the footsteps up the stairs. "Hey amor" you whispered as he kissed the side of your head. "Hi" you whispered as you winced as you were still in so much pain. "I got you a bottle of water, do you need anything else? a hot water bottle" you nodded as he left and went downstairs again. "Thank you" you replied as he handed it down to you. "This hurts so bad, just stay with me" you whispered as he kicked off his shoes and laid down beside you as he cuddled you gently.