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wileys-russo · 8 months

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please write a blurb about finding out that Lessi takes street dancing lessons, going with her to one and then her just being so clumsy!!! It’s so funny

this is longer than anticipated and went in a slightly different direction. starts off a little angsty but the end is super fluffy, still made me giggle

fancy footwork II a.russo

you sighed and tried your very best not to let your mind slowly descent into wildly overthinking the situation as you tapped your phone screen and saw it was now nearing seven, and there was still no sign of alessia.

your girlfriend had finished training at half past four and was supposed to come right home, but given it was hours later and she wasn't picking up her phone she'd clearly failed to inform you of plans she'd made.

well, thats what you were trying to tell yourself. it would be a whole lot easier if this was the first time this had happened, however it was not.

for the last two weeks alessia had seemed not herself, often home late without a real reason, or dipping off to do mystery errands and odd jobs at weird times, returning in different clothes and seemingly a lot more tired than when she left, shutting down any questions you had with a kiss and a swift change of topic.

at first you thought it could be anxiety and this was her way of coping, your girlfriend had previously suffered with it quite badly leading up to selection for the euros, panicking her hamstring would play up again or tweak and leave her out of the squad.

it had meant she'd trained harder, done extra drills, asked for more one on ones with the physio and the trainers.

only you knew in your gut this time that just wasn't the case.

you'd like to think the two of you had healthy communication down to a tee, rarely arguing or getting into rows that weren't the cause of playful banter.

on the rare occasions you did seriously disagree it was seldom that any sort of yelling was involved, you both going out of your way to listen to the other and do your best to try and meet them halfway at least if unable to see eye to eye.

your head snapped up as you heard the jingle of her keys in the door, sat curled up on the lounge with a book in your lap. you frowned when she didn't even call out that she was home like she normally would, only slipping off her trainers and closing the door after her.

"hi love." she greeted you with a tired smile, making no move toward you and instead heading upstairs toward your bedroom with her bag slung over her shoulder.

you sat for a second, internally debating if you followed her or not, eventually deciding you would as you marked your page in your book and placed it down on the coffee table. you jogged upstairs and found the blonde in your shared bedroom, riffling through her kit bag.

"what's a girl gotta do for a kiss hello?" you started lightly, poking at your girlfriend who turned toward you. "sorry, hi." alessia simply pecked your lips before turning back to her kit bag, separating the clean clothes from the dirty and you frowned at the lackluster show of affection.

"you alright?" you asked quietly, moving to place your hand on top of hers and giving her a look of concern as she glanced to you. "i'm fine, just exhausted." she answered shortly, pulling her hand away and bundling her dirty clothes up in her arms, heading toward the laundry.

"did training run late? i know the derbys this weekend and they can sometimes push you harder leading up to it." you followed, pushing yourself up to sit on top of the dryer as the taller girl began to put on a load of washing.

"no, training was fine." she murmured quietly and you let an awkward silence fall between the two of you, waiting to see if she'd make any efforts to further the conversation.

"did you do something afterwards then?" you pressed, not missing the way the girl tensed up at the question. "uh just got coffee with tooney, we caught up with jill at box2box." she answered, refusing to look up or meet your eye which sent further alarm bells ringing through your head that you tried to shut off.

"you should have told me babe i wasn't doing anything." you continued, nudging her with your foot and frowning as she pushed it away. "we don't have to do everything together, it's good to have separate friends and hobbies." the blonde replied somewhat bluntly, squatting down to fiddle with the settings of the washer.

"oh, yeah i guess you're right." you tried to mask the hurt in your voice at the comment which was incredibly out of character for the striker, the two of you normally going out of your way to do everything together, forever joking there wasn't something you couldn't turn into a two person job.

"i'll go start dinner then." you stated quietly, trying to hide the red flush of embarrassment that sat on your cheeks from the thought that your girlfriend might think you were clingy. trying to silence the doubts and insecurities which flew through your head at just a simple comment.

though glancing upward and seeing the obvious discomfort on your face guilt flooded your girlfriends features and she quickly straightened, moving to stand in between your legs, stopping you from getting down from where you sat atop the dryer.

"hey that was really rude of me to say baby i'm so sorry. i didn't mean it like that i promise, i love spending time with you." she cupped your face, pressing a much more sincere kiss to your lips and mumbling a soft i love you against them.

"its okay, you're not wrong. it isn't unhealthy to do some stuff separately." you forced a smile, still feeling a little uneasy at this piling on top of your previous worries about her frequented disappearances.

"i really am sorry gorgeous, i'm just tired and didn't think before i spoke. i missed you." she pulled you into a tight hug, the taller girl resting her chin on your shoulder and gently moving your arms to wrap around her. "i missed you too." you replied softly, sighing into her shoulder before the two of you broke apart.

"less, you'd tell me if anything was up with us right?" you asked hesitantly, the blondes eyebrows knitted into a frown as you did, both from the use of her common nickname which you rarely resorted to, much preferring more tender and sweet terms like baby or angel, and from the content of the actual question.

"of course i would baby. why?" alessia asked in return, worry seeping quickly into her bones as you shook your head. "nothing, it's silly. i'll go start dinner!" you forced another smile and tried to get down but the striker stopped you.

"hey, where's this coming from? talk to me." the blonde encouraged softly, grabbing your hands in hers and running her thumbs tenderly over your knuckles. "just drop it less, like i said it's silly, nothing even." you assured but it was to no avail as her blue eyes pierced into yours, waiting for you to explain.

"it really is nothing baby, you just didn't tell me you had plans with ella so i didn't know where you were after training and you didn't answer your phone and i just got a little worried." you spoke quickly in explanation, fiddling with one of your girlfriends rings as her hands still remained connected with yours.

"oh love, i thought i told you this morning i'd be back late. i'm sorry for worrying you, and i'm sorry i didn't include you in the plan in the first place." your blonde lover apologized sincerely and you nodded in acceptance toward her words.

"if it makes you feel any better jill and ella pretty much spent the whole time teasing me about how in love with you i am, apparently i talk too much about you at training!" the blonde rolled her eyes playfully before peppering all over your face with kisses, grinning as you finally laughed and sent her a proper smile, kicking her away.

"come on, i don't think i can be bothered to cook and clean honestly. get a chinese, cuddles and a movie?" your girlfriend asked hopefully and you eagerly agreed, squealing as she picked you up off the dryer, hands sitting securely under your thighs as she walked the two of you downstairs, seemingly much more herself than before.

but despite the reassurance you still couldn't shake the small voice of doubt sat firmly in the back of your mind.

it wasn't till days later, match day to be exact, did those voices get louder.

"oi oi if it isn't the future mrs russo!" you heard a familiar voice tease as you stood waiting for your girlfriend to change and come and meet you, leaning against the door of her car. "hello mrs bunney!" you teased back with a grin, the brunette gasping and smacking your shoulder as she joined you.

"he's gonna be the future mr toone actually thank you, if he's so lucky!" ella flipped her hair over her shoulder dramatically making you laugh. "when do you propose then? should we go ring shopping?" you mocked, the girl dropping her bag to the ground and playfully shoving you, the two of you catching up for awhile.

"so i heard you and less caught up with dear jill scott the other day, surprised i didn't see her here flying the man city flag high and yelling insults. how is she?" you made the mistake of asking, ellas face scrunching in confusion at your words.

"eh? when?" ella asked with a frown and now you were the one to look confused. "wednesday after training. less said she was late home cause the two of you got coffee and caught up with jill?" you questioned, your heart leaping into your throat as ella shook her head.

"nah man wednesdays date night for me and bunny." ella explained and suddenly it was as if your world came crashing down, the repeated excuses of going for a run with ella or a coffee with ella or a kick around with ella on wednesdays flowing through your head.

"hey, you alright?" ella asked softly, grabbing your arms as you locked eyes with her, nodding as you spotted alessia making her way toward the two of you. "yeah fine, maybe she just got mixed up." you forced a smile as ella nodded slowly, alessia arriving and throwing her arms over both your shoulders.

"ah my favourite girl, and you're here too babe." the blonde teased, the jab which normally would only be met with a playful roll of your eyes and a ribbing hit back toward her from you. though this time you shoved her arm off, quickly moving around to the passenger side of the car and slipping inside.

alessia frowned at your moody response and looked to ella with a raised eyebrow who shook her head, mumbling she needed to go and legging it away toward her own car. "what was that?" your girlfriend asked as soon as she closed her door, eyes burning holes into the side of your head.

"you lied." was all you responded sharply, only confusing the blonde across from you who awaited a further explanation, which didn't arrive. "when?" she questioned again, turning her body in her seat to face you more, keys laying dormant in her lap as the carpark cleared, her white mercedes now one of the only vehicles left in the lot.

"you told me you were home late from training because you got coffee with ella, you didn't." you again responded quickly and bluntly, not missing the guilt which flickered across your girlfriends face as you did.

"baby-" "don't." you warned her seriously, now turning to face the blonde properly as you readied yourself, more upset with her than you could ever remember being.

she'd never lied to you before, and you hated lies.

"you spun me some lovely story about seeing jill and being teased for how much you love me and how much you gush over me at training. all bullshit! why? where were you really?" you asked seriously, doing your best not to raise your voice despite your growing frustrations.

"my love-" "don't alessia. where were you?" the blonde winced at the use of her name, biting her tongue as not to beg you call her anything but that. "it doesn't matter, i shouldn't have lied."

"no you shouldn't have! and it does matter, it matters to me. you know i hate lying and if it doesn't matter to you then it can't be that big. so tell me, where were you?" you asked firmly, the blonde only sighing and refusing to meet your eyes, drumming her fingers nervously on the steering wheel.

"well? where were you?" you questioned again, a little louder this time and only met with silence, a pained look on your girlfriends face causing your stomach to drop.

"alessia are you cheating on me?" you eventually whispered out, the anger seeping from your body replaced with a crippling worry as you finally voiced the insecurities which had been plaguing your mind for weeks now.

"am i what? baby no, never. i promise!!" the taller girls head snapped immediately toward you and she scrambled to grab your hands which you promptly tugged away, tucking them in your own lap.

"why would you say that? why would you even think that?" alessia whispered in disbelief, the shock not having cleared from her face.

"well lately you seem to be coming and going a lot and without much explanation why, and always at weird times. you come back sweaty and in different clothes, and i know ella see's joe on a wednesday so all those times you used her as a scapegoat when it was that day, were obviously more lies." you explained quietly, looking out the window instead of at her, unable to stand the look of hurt visibly evident on the taller girls face.

"i can explain all of that, but i promise on everything i am not cheating on you. i love you so much that it hurts and i would never ever take that for granted, you're the best thing in my life." alessia rambled, reaching out again for your hand as you only shrunk away from her and the blonde deflated.

"well go on then." "what?" "you said you can explain all of that, explain then." "can we just drop it? but i promise its not cheating."

"just drop it?" your head snapped toward your girlfriend who paled at her poor choice of words which had clearly upset you further. "you don't get to lie and make me empty promises and then not explain yourself alessia." you warned, trying to open her door as the girl quickly locked them.

"let me out." "no." "explain then!" "no." "alessia you better let me out of this car or i swear to god-" "okay fine! just stop calling me alessia." "explain then...alessia."

"you have to promise you won't laugh." your girlfriend warned seriously and the anger present in your features melted at her choice of words, replaced instead with confusion.

"promise!" alessia stated firmly again, holding up her pinky as you gave her a look of disbelief. "baby! promise me." alessia warned and you rolled your eyes but linked your pinkies none the less and mumbled you promised.

"oh god." alessia sunk down into her seat, dragging her hands down her face with a troubled sigh. "i've been taking dance classes." she mumbled into her hands as she buried her face in them and you frowned, assuming you'd heard her incorrectly.

"pardon?" "i've been taking dance classes." "dance classes?"

"yes! in secret, every wednesday at five thirty. but i'm so bad at it that i've been getting some extra help from the teacher when he's free. who is a flamboyantly gay man by the way!" she was quick to add in, aware of how this could come across.

"you've been taking....dance classes." "yes." "why?" "well i read an article that said it helps athletes with their performance, helps them loosen up their bodies as well as shape and tone, and with the world cup incoming i have to be at my best." "what sort of dance helps with football?" "...street dance."

"like...hip hop? popping and locking and all that?" you bit down on your bottom lip to stop the grin which so badly wanted to take over your face as the blonde nodded.

"yeah. but don't laugh! you promised." alessia warned seriously, though biting the inside of her cheek to stop her own smile from spreading.

"so instead of just telling me about this, you kept it hidden and we had to have our first proper row and i had to think you were cheating on me to finally find out." you sighed as alessias face turned guilty once again and she slowly nodded.

"oh less." you shook your head in slight amusement, the blonde apologizing over and over as she grabbed your hands, sighing in relief when you finally let her take them.

"i guess taking street dance classes is probably more embarrassing than cheating anyway." you commented casually, shock and offence flashing across the older girls face as you eventually gave in, letting laughter wrack at your body.

"you promised you wouldn't laugh!" alessia whined with a pout, though seeing the clear humor in the situation she eventually joined in, the car filled with the symphony of your laughter, both of you clutching at your stomachs and wiping tears from your eyes.

"lessi baby you are such a dope."

you eventually filled ella in on what happened, the brunette insisting that you come clean about what happened with the coffee shop lie, alessia was unimpressed but understood she was in the wrong.

though that didn't stop her from refusing to let either one of you go to class with her, or reveal anything else about them, changing the subject anytime it came up or distracting you with a cheeky hickey or her tongue down your throat anytime you pressed the issue.

which is how you'd ended up here, it was a chilly wednesday afternoon and you were crammed into ellas car with the seats leant all the way back, the two of you peering at your girlfriend as she parked, locking her car and heading into the dance studio.

"tooney i don't know about this! it feels wrong." you stressed, fiddling with the strings of your hoodie as the head of blonde hair disapeared inside and ella commanded you both sit up and get out of the car.

"oh don't go mushy and moral on me now man, come on!" ella shot out of the car and you groaned quietly but followed none the less, the two of you hurrying across the car park toward the studio, crouching down by the window as the room inside pulsed from the bass of the music blasting out of it.

"okay on three we look, but we have to be subtle. she can't know we were here!" ella commanded and you nodded firmly, the girl counting down on her fingers before the two of you popped your heads up, peering over the edge of the window.

you both exchanged a look of shock watching alessia dance along to the beat with the class.

well...try to dance.

the poor girl flung her long limbs around and did her best not to fall at the eratic movement, rolling her body and popping her hips terribly out of beat as she tried to keep up with the rest of the class.

as the blonde tripped over herself and went tumbling to the floor tooney let out a sudden loud boom of laughter, your face paling as she smacked her hand over her mouth and the two of you ducked down.

though not before the older blonde had spotted the two of you, hurrying to her feet and mumbling an apology as the class resumed and she burst out of the studio doors, looking around before her eyes locked in on the two of you and narrowed.

"shit we made it angry. go!" ella grabbed you as the two of you jumped to your feet and sprinted away, alessia charging after you with a yell, her long legs meaning she came closer and closer as you and ella neared her car at the other end of the lot.

"tooney save yourself man!" you yelled out dramatically as your girlfriend caught you, tanned arms wrapping you around you and trapping you in their strong hold.

"i'll never forget your sacrifice!" the brunette saluted and wiped away fake tears, diving into her car and peeling out of the lot, yelling out she'd see alessia at training tomorrow before she zoomed away.

"hello footloose." you teased, tilting your head back to look up at your girlfriend who glowered down at you with a glare. "i hope that was worth it, because now i am going to kill you." you laughed as the taller girl dragged you with her toward her car, already deciding she wasn't going back to class today.

"tooney will make sure the police find out who did it." "my best friend? i'm sure i can sway her to take my side as an alibi." "okay ouch." "plus, no body no crime. i'm gonna drown you in the river babygirl."

"okay my love lets just start off slow. finding the beat and following the rhythm." you instructed softly, you and alessia stood facing one another in the living room, having moved some furniture around so the space was more clear.

with much persistence you'd managed to convince her to let you help her with her dancing, the poor girls private lessons only furthering her embarrassment as they did very little to help her keep up in class.

so once she'd told you she was going to quit you took matters into your own hands to stop that happening, and here you were.

clicking play on the music you started to move your body from side to side with the beat, clicking along as you did so, alessia watching you intently before you encouraged her to join in.

"see? just relax baby, stop thinking about it so hard and just....move."

it was around two hours later but you'd already made progress, you stood up on the lounge clapping along to the beat as your girlfriend rolled her body along and started to finally get a hold over the routine.

"yes! see you're doing it!" you cheered her on excitedly as she finally made it all the way through without tripping over. "okay now freestyle, remember what i said no thinking, just move." you ordered as the song changed and you continued to clap along to the beat.

"go lessi, go lessi, go lessi, go lessi." you chanted over and over as your girlfriend danced around the room, spurred on by your encouragement.

"baby you did it!" you yelled happily as the song ended and you launched yourself at her from the lounge, the taller girl catching you in her arms as you pressed your lips to hers, her hands squeezing your thighs as your legs wrapped around her.

"hey where are you going? we're not done yet you only did the routine all the way through once!" you laughed and pulled away as she began to walk the two of you towards the stairs.

"well tesoro i think this has been so successful that we need to continue this little private lesson in the bedroom."

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lw6-woso · 10 months

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stubborn (Alexia Putellas x reader)

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"Alexia please go home your sick" you heard the physio say.

you looked up from the ball and towards your girlfriend of 3 years, who also said she wasn't going to come into training today.

"no I'm fine there is nothing wrong with me," Alexia said but nobody believed her, her eyes were red and puffy with bags under them. she looked exhausted. the physio looked towards you silently asking for help and you got up and walk towards the two.

"hey come on let's go home" you said grabbing her hand.

"no I'm fine," she said adamant that she was okay.

"no your not come on" I said and I practically pulled her off the training pitch and to the changing rooms. you grabbed both your stuff and pulled her into a side hug which she leaned into as you walked towards your car.

on the ride home Alexia had fallen into a deep sleep you could hear her congested breathing and wheezing, you signed and pulled into the house you both shared. you got out of the car and quickly put all your stuff down and then walked back to the car you carefully carried Alexia into the house and straight into bed where she woke up.

"hey go back to sleep" you whispered and she did just that.

whilst Alexia was fast alseep you took this time to clean the house and get everything collected for her including tissues, flu medicine, snacks and a lot of water.

you walked upstairs and into your room Alexia was fast asleep but you could see the sweat dripping from her, you grabbed and thermometer and took her temp which was really high.

"Lex baby you gotta wake up" you said and she opened her eyes confused.

"what," she said.

"come on you have a fever we need you to get in the bath," you said and she slowly got out of bed and walked with you to the bathroom where the bath was running. you stripped her down and helped her into the bath. whilst she was in the tub you changed the sheets since there were covered in sweat.

you walked back into the bathroom and she was looking at you with tired eyes.

"hey pretty girl" you said wiping her hair out of her face.

"Can I go back to bed," she said gripping my shirt with her wet hands.

"so let's get your temp down and then we will cuddle in bed deal" you said and she nodded closing her eye.

once her temp finally went down you got her out of the bath, dried and some clean clothes, once you both settled in bed you got Alexia to eat and drink something and struggled to get her to have her flu medicine.

you turn on the tv watching a random show on Netflix as Alexia is fast asleep practically on top of you refusing to let you leave of go anyway.

for the next couple of days, Alexia slowly got better and in a week she was back to her usual stubborn self, even though she was sick and not 100% clingy Alexia wasn't that bad.

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chelseachilly · 3 months

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my captain

pairing: reader x ben chilwell summary: literally just fluff celebrating ben leading the team out again and chels winning the semi final 😌 warnings: none word count: 1.7k

author's note: hope you enjoy, literally wrote this in like 30 mins so forgive any typos hahah

In all the years you’ve known and loved Ben Chilwell, it’s never gotten any easier seeing him struggle with injuries.

It still hurts every time you watch him limp off the pitch, seeing both the physical and emotional pain behind his eyes. But it fills you with unimaginable pride the way he always works relentlessly to return to playing for his club. He never gives up, even when a lot of people would - he hardly even complains, though you’re always there when he needs to vent.

Truthfully, you’re glad to listen to him and drive him to physio appointments and do everything in your power to make him feel better, because there isn’t really much else you can do. It’s an unfortunate reality of football that there are always going to be injuries, and some players suffer more than others.

These trials and tribulations only make it that much sweeter when you finally get to see your man back to doing what he loves.

They also make you feel exceptionally proud when your boyfriend comes home from training and tells you that he’s back in the starting lineup for the semi-final against Middlesborough tomorrow, back to captaining the team.

After you celebrate - which consists of lots of sweet kisses and watching one of Ben’s favourite films, since you can’t properly celebrate the night before a match - you spend the night cuddling and wake up wrapped in Ben’s arms with him pressing kisses to the back of your neck.

“Good morning, baby,” you murmur, reaching back to comb your fingers through his hair. You kind of love how long he’s let it grow out since he’s been in recovery, especially in the morning when it’s all messy and fluffy. “Happy game day.”

“Morning, love,” Ben says, gently guiding you to roll

over and face him.

You love seeing that familiar twinkle back in his eyes, knowing that he gets to play the game he loves today.

“You ready for tonight?”

“Mhm,” he mumbles with a kiss to your lips. “I have a good feeling about it.”

“So do I,” you whisper between kisses, shifting closer to him and smiling as his hand slides down your hip and pulls your leg over his. “You’re gonna kill it.”

Ben grins and pulls you even closer, gently nudging your nose with his before diving in for another kiss, then another; then another. You sink into the blissful wake-up he’s giving you, soft moans leaving your lips as his hands roam your body.

Unfortunately, it can’t go much further - both because of his game later, and because you’ve already had a bit of a lie in and you know it’s time to get ready for the day.

“What time do you have to be at the Bridge?” you ask him as you reluctantly part and rest your chin on his bare chest.

You’ve gotten used to going to his games together while he’s been out, but now that he’s back to playing and needing to be there early for warmups, you’re going with Alex, Tom, and some of your other friends.

“Not til five, but I have a haircut scheduled in a couple hours,” he tells you, making you frown slightly.

“I like your longer hair,” you pout, continuing to run your hand through it. “It’s cute.”

“Sorry, babe, gotta look fresh for my first game back in the starting lineup,” Ben apologizes with another kiss to your pouted lips. “I won’t go too much shorter, promise. Just a trim.”

“You better not,” you murmur against his lips before pulling away, much to his chagrin. “Let’s go make some breakfast, you need fuel for later.”

After you’ve made some smoothies, as well as eggs and turkey bacon for Ben, you enjoy a nice, leisurely breakfast together before facing the day.

You know you probably won’t have time to see Ben before the game by the time you arrive at the stadium, so you kiss him for luck before he goes. Once he’s got his shoes and jacket on, you wrap your arms around his neck and press your lips to his.

“Good luck tonight, Benji,” you say softly, brushing your thumb over his cheek. “Can’t wait to watch you remind everyone how good you are.”

Ben’s smile doesn’t reach his eyes, and though you know how eager he was to be back, you also know he’s nervous about letting the team and the fans down when they have a chance at a trophy.

“You’re amazing, Ben,” you remind him. “And if you need a reminder of how incredible you are, just look up at your box and you’ll see your biggest fan cheering her arse off for you.”

His grin widens at that, and he squeezes your waist gently.

“I love you,” he says quietly. “I’ll see you after the game, yeah?”

You nod with a smile. “I love you too.”

Ben pecks your lips one more time and takes one last good look at you, still wearing only his t-shirt and your underwear, before he heads out the door.

You spend the rest of your day doing some chores around the house until it’s time for you to get ready, doing your hair and makeup before changing into Ben’s jersey and some jeans. You’ve always adored wearing his name on your back, but never more than on nights like tonight.

Alex comes over a bit before you have to leave, and the two of hang out for a while before catching an Uber to the stadium.

Stamford Bridge is full of life tonight in a way you haven’t really seen in over a year now, and you hope that it’s a good thing - a sign that things are finally starting to turn around for Chelsea. You meet Tom, Harvey, and a few other friends in the hospitality box and catch up over some drinks.

You all take your seats before the game starts, and your heart swells with pride as you watch Ben lead the team out onto the pitch for the first time in months.

“Come on, babe,” you whisper under your breath as the whistle blows and play begins.

To your massive delight, what follows is Ben having one of the best games you’ve seen in his career. His passing accuracy is nearly perfect, he nearly scores in the first 15 minutes and sets up the first goal of the match only a few minutes later. You can tell how delighted he is to be back out there as Chelsea scores goal after goal, his pure joy obvious as he celebrates with his teammates.

In addition to his skill and experience, you can see the impact his leadership is making on this young squad. Nothing makes you prouder than how much time and effort he puts into supporting and encouraging the younger players, and you know how much he loves doing it.

When he’s subbed off in the 65th minute, you’re relieved that he isn’t pushing his limits too soon after coming back, and even more relieved that he’s walking off with a smile on his face instead of pain behind his eyes.

As he’s clapping the fans on his way to the bench, he blows a kiss up at where he knows you’re sitting. Even though you know he probably can’t see you, you blow one right back.

The rest of the game passes and Chelsea emerge victorious with six goals to show for it, a very welcome turnaround from the first leg of the semi final. You’re buzzing with excitement to see him, so you and the rest of the group head down to the players lounge shortly after the whistle blows to wait for him.

It takes a bit longer than you’d like for him to do interviews and get changed, but when you finally see him emerge, freshly showered and wearing in his Chelsea joggers and matching hoodie, you run straight toward him.

Ben smiles as soon as he sees you and opens his arms to catch you as you throw yours around his neck and bury your face in his neck.

“Hi, gorgeous,” he murmurs into your hair. “Did you enjoy the game?”

“Of course I did, you were bloody brilliant,” you tell him in no uncertain terms. “And on your first start back? You’re amazing, Ben Chilwell.”

Ben pulls back, beaming at you with slightly flushed cheeks.

“It’s all cause of you, you know,” he says quietly, thumbs stroking your waist. “I wouldn’t have the strength to keep going every time without you. Every game, every time I wear the armband, every time I score a goal, it’s all for you.”

You don’t necessarily agree with him, since you think he’s one of the strongest people you know and you wouldn’t dare take credit for any of his success, but his words are so sweet that you can’t possibly dispute them.

“I’m so happy you’re back, baby,” you tell him softly, running your fingers through his hair that you’re grateful he didn’t get cut much shorter. “Oh, and that absolutely should’ve been a penalty in the first half. And giving Misha a yellow for complaining? I don’t know what that ref was thinking.”

Ben chuckles, obviously not overly fussed about it since they won comfortably in the end, but loving your passion for the game as always.

“I love you so damn much,” he grins, not giving you the chance to reply before grabbing your face and kissing you lovingly.

You kiss him back with just as much affection, sinking into his warmth.

“Love you too, captain,” you smile after pulling away, squeezing his bicep where the armband rested earlier. “Now, let’s go home. I bet you need a rest after that.”

Ben nods gratefully, obviously exhausted from the most minutes he’s played since September, and wraps his arm around your shoulders so you can make your way over to bid your friends goodbye. His hand lightly grazes his last name on your back as you speak with them, never getting tired of seeing you wear it.

It’s nearly midnight by the time you get home and get ready for bed, curling up under your comfy duvet and reaching out for Ben immediately.

As your arms and legs tangle and your head finds its place on his chest, you murmur how proud you are of him one more time before drifting off into a blissful sleep.

a/n: please let me know what you thought, your feedback makes my day!! 😊

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gavisuntiedboot · 1 year

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Just Pretend (Gavi x reader)

Part 1

Tinder is not a great place to look for boyfriends, but neither is the workplace.

Gavi x Physiotherapist! reader. Slow burn. I can't make things fast he's gotta work for it. Smut? Not in this part but maybe eventually.

A/N: Hi everyone! Not super new on Tumblr but I have never been brave enough to post a fic despite my constant maladaptive daydreaming about imaginary scenarios. The stress of being sick and not wanting to write my personal statement have lead me to actually write this and post it online. Please be nice, hope you enjoy!

Song inspo: Just Pretend - Bad omens

Writing inspo: Plot inspired by @zeegaazeegaah and their amazing Gavi x physiotherapist imagine. Other inspirational accounts will be tagged at the end.

TW: None

Word count: 4.8K

"So what do you do?"

y/n hated this question. Even being asked for nudes might be preferable to being asked about her job. y/n had been on 12 first dates since moving back to Barcelona, and without fail every one of them had been ruined by this simple question. She considered lying - she could pass as a student or a waitress or even a model (ok maybe not a model): there were literally thousands of jobs she could pretend to have. But, being the idiot hopeless romantic that she was, she decided to be honest with the man across from her. What if Thiago from Tinder was her soulmate? She didn't want to ruin it by lying.

"I'm finishing my sports medicine and physiotherapy certification, so I am working with one of the football clubs here to do practical training and gain experience."

"Oh that's cool! Which club? You can tell me, I know most of the 3rd and 4th tier Catalan clubs, so I'll probably know it even if it's really small."

Wow. Thiago from Tinder was an overachiever: he messed up before she even said which club she worked for, which was faster than every other man she had been out with in the last four months. y/n took a deep breath and resisted the urge to leave before confessing where she worked.

"I actually work at a pretty well known club... F.C Barca. I think you might of heard of it?" y/n watched this man's jaw visibly drop. His eyes got wide and lit up, like someone had told him he had just won a brand new car.

"You're a physio at Barca?? No way! That's my team! I think I would actually commit manslaughter if Pedri asked me to. So you get to see all the players every day? And Xavi! Have you ever spoken to Xavi? Do you know he won Spain their first world cup? You might be too young to remember. That's so amazing!"

y/n felt all the muscles in her head tense as she focused all her energy on not rolling her eyes. A fanboy. Typical. This was the most common response she got when she said her place of work out loud. 6 of the last 12 first dates had been major fanboys for the club, talking endlessly about how they would steal and kill and get on their knees for Barca. One had even been so bold as to ask if she had ever seen Lewandosky naked, to confirm if some measurements he had seen online were true. While the fans were annoying, the haters were even worse. 4 different dates had said they felt bad that she worked at a "dying club", throwing up football statistics, and going red in the face when she said she could not possibly care less about who had more Champion's League wins.

Then there were those that went out of their way to offend her. You would think that a man trying to get laid would have some more common sense. But that didn't stop one of her tinder matches from calling her a liar in the middle of a restaurant. He was still on his first glass of wine, leaning back cockily in his chair when he said that La Liga would never allow female physios to work with the first team because women couldn't "handle the intensity of football injuries." She should have gotten up and left when he said that, but he was 6'3 with a brand new Porsche, so she let him buy her dinner and drive her home before telling him that she genuinely hoped he never interacted with a female doctor ever again, even if it was to save his life.

The worst had been when she went out with Jose. He had invited her to a pretty expensive spot in central Barcelona. They were having an amazing conversation until the fated job question. She had downed a good amount of wine at that point, and wasn't as cynical about the reaction as she usually would be, so she spoke about her role with pride. Big mistake. He perked up, then threw his head back and laughed. He laughed so loudly it startled the waiter clearing plates from the nearby table. "21 years old and working as a physio for F.C Barca... Who did you have to sleep with to get that job, hm? Xavi? La Porte himself? Or maybe someone at the university? Regardless, you must fuck like a pornstar to have landed a job like that. Can't wait to try it first hand." y/n said some choice words about Jose and his micropenis, and promptly left, seeking to avoid assault charges that night.

The truth was that y/n was extremely talented at what she did. She grew up watching football with her father and brother, developing an interest in working in sports professionally. She worked herself half to death during high school to be accepted into a sports science program in the U.S. She interned with the college teams there, learning about sports injuries and treating them. She finished her program in three years, and despite programs across Europe fighting for her, she came back to Barcelona to finish her physiotherapy certification. She would be lying if she said it was just for her family and friends. The program in Barcelona advertised opportunities to work with F.C. Barca, her favorite football club since birth. It was a love she inherited from her father, as shown by all her childhood pictures in the Blaugrana uniform.

The program was harder than expected. She was one of 7 female first year students, and the only girl in her year that wanted to work with the first team. y/n was made aware that this might work to her advantage now that professional football was pushing for more female representation (in referees, coaching staff, and now on the medical team). The guys in her class either hated her guts or wanted to sleep with her (sometimes both) - it really was like legally blonde without the law.

In the middle of August, close to the beginning of the new season, all the applicants for the Barca placement were called into the university on a Sunday. Their professor introduced Dr. Gonzales, the head physiotherapist for the club. y/n started to sweat despite the air conditioning hitting her directly. She was terrified to even breathe wrong in the presence of this man.

"It's a pleasure to be here with you all today. Thank you for your hard work in submitting to fill the assistant physiotherapist position at F.C. Barcelona. Now, there have been rumors that we are hiring a student to fil this position because it is cheaper and we are broke, but I would like to assure you all now that it's not true."

The two boys in front of her snickered quietly, one whispering a "yeah right" to the other. Dr. Gonzalez looked up at the boys. "You two giggling in the back. You don't seem like the type we need at Camp Nou. You can leave now." Everyone in the room sat up straighter after that. Everyone was on military behavior, not wanting a wrong look or a chair squeak to blow their chance. "As many of you know, one of our strikers, Ousmane Dembélé, presents with consistent right hamstring tightness, leading to frequent injuries."

As Dr. Gonzalez turned to face the screen, y/n found enough bravery to pull out a pen and paper to take notes. The doctor continued to describe the player's condition, his playing style, and the current course of treatment being used. After speaking for 25 minutes (while facing the screen instead of the students), he turned around and addressed them. "Your project is to develop a continuous muscular therapy treatment for Dembélé in the next two days. The best and most cost effective method gets the job placement. You at the back," he pointed at y/n, "Smart choice to take notes. I advise you not to share."

Y/n drove home that evening checking her rear-view mirror every few seconds. The possibility of being followed by one of her classmates so they could steal her notes was low, but never zero, and so she did both of the locks tightly on the door. She sat at her computer and got to work right away. Truth be told, she felt like the whole assignment was kind of a trick. Dr. Gonzalez had told them the current treatment plan for Dembélé, which had obviously been working seeing as they kept using it. She made a few adjustments based on leg dominance and the anticipated excess strain of playing more minutes each game, and then she decided to facetime her friend Angelika while she made the PowerPoint look pretty.

"Good evening Dr. y/l/n, finally ready to ask for my hand in marriage? My parents always wanted me to marry into medicine." y/n rolled her eyes and smirked. She had met Angelika when she was living in the US through a Facebook group for Spanish students studying abroad. Ever since then, not a day had gone by where they hadn't spoken (except once when Angelika had dropped her phone into a pint of beer and couldn't get it fixed for three days).

"You know I'm ready when you are gorgeous, just send your ring size. What're you up to?"

"Nothing much, just scrolling on the internet trying to find clubs that are no cover for ladies tomorrow. You're still coming out with us right?" y/n looked away from her computer and looked at Angelika with the "I'm about to bail on plans look" that was all too familiar. "Y/n!! You cannot be cancelling plans with us again! You haven't been anywhere except your house and the university in like six weeks! People will start to think you're with child and in hiding."

"I didn't know I was the new virgin Mary." y/n quipped, trying to make her presentation equally professional and cute. "You're not, because that would require you being a virgin. I know it feels like it's growing back because you haven't looked in the direction of a man in centuries." y/n could only shake her head. It was not a lack of trying. "Well, I'm presenting to the Barca head physio Wednesday morning, so if you ever want a chance at seeing the inside of that locker room, you need to let me skip out on tomorrow."

Angelika sighed and threw herself on the bed dramatically. "Fine, but you need to be our DD and come pick us up after. Shockingly, it's really hard to order an Uber while drunk." y/n agreed to pick the girls up from the club at the end of the night, an spent the rest of the evening chatting idlily with her friend, living vicariously through the stories she told.

The following day, y/n spent all morning refining her presentation. She spent over an hour watching videos about the Barca training facility to see if there was any equipment she had overlooked in creating her treatment plan. The day progressed as normal - cleaning, cooking, practicing her presentation, watching TV on the couch. As 1am rolled around, she still hadn't received any communication from Angelika. While she was not an inconsiderate person, Angelika did have her moments where she would completely forget about the world around her: that was when she met a man who showed interest in her. Despite being gorgeous and intelligent, Angelika, like most girls in their early twenties, suffered from a condition known as "Nothing is true about me unless an attractive man says it". y/n also suffered (mildly) from this affliction, but being surrounded by weirdos all day in university had helped substantially. She knew that if she did not leave then, she would never get any sleep, and so she grabbed her car keys and headed to the address of the club that she had been sent earlier on.

She parked several blocks away from the club, and called Angelika for a record 41st time. y/n knew she wasn't going to receive an answer, so she changed into a tight satin top and a pair of heels that she always left in her car in case of emergencies (What if Joao Felix decided to take a random trip to Barcelona and she was unprepared?). She could feel the street practically vibrating beneath her as she walked towards the club. She was let in easily - it was a Tuesday night and the establishment needed female patrons. She kept close to the bar, and asked the girls working there if they had seen her friend. Once y/n pulled up a picture of Angelika, the girls laughed to one another.

"Oh yeah, she's up in the VIP section. They've dropped like 6k on bottle service already."

y/n felt the vein in her forehead start to pop out. Of course Angelika had found herself a man that would take her to the part of the club that was the hardest to get into. Especially on the night when y/n really needed to get home. Because why wouldn't that happen? She made her way over to the VIP section, where she was promptly stopped by two large bouncers, who obviously didn't believe that she just wanted to grab her friend. While standing there deciding whether she should just make Angelika order an Uber (or have this new lover order one for her), she was tapped on the shoulder. She turned around and was met by a very attractive man (boy? His age was hard to determine in the dark).

"Hey, do you need to get into VIP? Are you here alone? " "That's a really creepy question to ask a girl in a club." y/n yelled back over the thumping music. What were all these people doing out on a Tuesday? "No not like that. I can help you get in if you want." "I don't really want to get in, I just want to get my friend and leave." The man (boy?)'s eyes lit up. "Perfect! My tea- friend. My friend that I'm with is pretty drunk and the person that drove us is in VIP. I can't leave him by himself because he's kind of rowdy even when sober. Could you watch him while I go grab them?"

y/n didn't want to look too deeply into a good thing, but the offer felt suspicious. She scanned the boy (she had decided that he was young), looking for any indication that he could live up to his end of the bargain. She looked down at his feet, noticing the white Alexander McQueen sneakers. She decided that she could trust him, and if not, she was still in a public place, and someone would notice if she was being dragged out of a club kicking and screaming. She walked over to where the friend was and had to stifle a laugh. Another boy was sprawled across two high bar chairs, legs up and head rolled back. He was wearing a pair of Louis Vuitton sunglasses despite it being the middle of the night and them being indoors. His white button up had the first two undone and the collar popped, like he was Pitbull in 2011. He was in a pair skinny jeans (because, as y/n discovered quickly, everyone in the world had moved on from skinny jeans except for Spanish men) and some white Dolce and Gabanna sneakers. Where were these kids getting all this money?

"Pablo! Look who I brought you! This is..." The first boy looked back at you expectantly. "y/n". "y/n! She's really great and going to take care of you while I go get Pepi so we can go home." The drunk one (now Identified as Pablo) lifted his head, and tilted the sunglasses just enough to get a good look at the girl. "Wow Angel, nice job." The first one (Angel apparently) apologized to y/n, explaining that Pablo was a "really flirty drunk" but that he was never like this sober. y/n showed Angel a picture of Angelika, and off he went back into the beast that was the club. y/n stood awkwardly by Pablo, who appeared to have fallen asleep. Suddenly, he sprung up and asked her, "so what is a pretty girl like you doing in the club by herself?"

"I'm not here to go clubbing, just picking up a friend." "You're dressed like you're going clubbing." "Right, because they wouldn't let me into the club in my scrubs." "Scrubs? You look too young to be a doctor." The music was starting to take a toll on y/n, the thumping rhythm giving her a splitting headache. "You don't look old enough to be let into the club, but everyone is full of surprises." Pablo did not take this comment well. He stood up, feeling all the blood rush to his head as he rested his weight against the bar. He pushed his glasses up his head, and looked straight at her.

This was the first opportunity y/n had to admire how gorgeous Pablo was. The glasses pushed his hair back on his head, showing off his striking eyebrows and cheekbones. His eyes were wide and glassy, making him look like a teenager who had gotten drunk for the first time. For all y/n knew, that could be the case. His nose slopped downward, a subtle bump in the bridge like it had been broken before and reset. His discontent made his bottom lip poke out, and y/n suddenly was overwhelmed by the urge to treat him like a child: make him feel better with a kiss. "I'm 18, and this isn't even my first time in a club. You want to see my ID?" Pablo had gotten much closer to her than she had expected. In her 4 inch heels, y/n was looking him straight in the eyes. He was mere inches away from her face, cheeks flushed from the alcohol and the anger of being called a child. She couldn't stop her gaze from flipping between his eyes to his pouting lips. 'This is normal,' she thought to herself. 'I'm overwhelmed because no man has been this close to me in a while. Even if my scumbag cheating ex was standing this close I would want to kiss him. I am simply in desperate need of affection.'

This internal monologue ended just as another club patron bumped into Pablo, causing him to lose balance. He put his arms around y/n and rested weight against her, head pressed into her shoulder. "I feel like dying. I shouldn't have drank that much." He muttered. She just held him there, scared that he would hit the floor if she shifted. "Then why did you keep drinking?" She asked. It couldn't hurt - in the state he was in, she would be surprised if he even remembered his name in the morning. "So my brain would be a little quieter." y/n's heart ached at the statement. However old the boy in her arms was, he was being burdened by something far beyond his age.

Before she could ask anything else, she was tapped on the shoulder by Angel, who signaled for her to follow out of the club. She put one of Pablo's arms around her neck and began shuffling through the crowd. Once they left the club, Pablo quickly separated from her to throw up on the side of the street. "At least he waited until he was off of you to do that," a male voice echoed from behind her. y/n turned around to see Angelika clinging to a tall brunet. "Thank you so much for carrying her out. I think I can take it from here." y/n said, trying to get Angelika to remove herself from the nice man. "It's ok, I can walk her to your car. It might be easier than you carrying her." y/n smiled apologetically, and turned around to the sound of Pablo continuing to wretch his guts out. She ran over to make sure he wasn't puking blood and didn't need medical attention. "Come on Pablo let's go." Angel said from the curb. "No no, don't rush him. Let him get it all out before he gets into my car. Otherwise he'll have to start taking the city bus to matches." y/n looked up at the new voice. He walked up and stood by Angel, glancing at his phone before looking up at his friend and the girl making sure he didn't die. "Thanks for looking after him. I hope he wasn't too bad, he's a tag aggressive." y/n stood there speechless. The man thanking her for taking care of his drunk friend was none other than Pedri Gonzalez, one of the young stars of F.C. Barca. He was an absolute magician with the ball, and quickly becoming a favorite in y/n's household. She wanted to let out a scream: jump up and down and tell him that she was a huge fan and ask for a picture. But she had her presentation tomorrow. The last thing she needed was to make a bad impression on the player by causing a scene. So she took a deep breath and insisted that it was no problem.

Pablo had finished puking out his guts by that point and stood up straight, gripping his head from the dizziness. "Alright hermano, time to go." Pedri said, turning his back to y/n, Angelika, and the main carrying her. "Wait." Pablo said rummaging through his pocket. He pulled out his wallet, and clumsily pulled a card from it. He turned to y/n and grabbed her shoulder, pulling her close to him. There were shouts from his friends to stop whatever he was doing, but nothing was registering in his liquor-filled brain. "y/n think's I'm a little kid, so I just wanted to show her my ID." y/n shifted her gaze from his deep eyes to the card in his hand. She didn't look at the age. She didn't have to. Her eyes landed on the name: Pablo Martín Páez Gavira. One of the best young football players in the world had just used her as a banister. "Now that you know I'm not a kid, next time, you should let me buy you a drink." Pablo said, pushing a strand of hair from y/n's face before walking (wobbling) back to his friends.

y/n could not process everything going on in her head at that moment. She turned around and faced the man holding a half-asleep Angelika. "You don't play for Barca do you?" She asked, half joking and half fearful. "No. I play for Real Sociedad. I'm Martin." "Zubimendi??" "Yeah." This was too much. y/n, 7 hours before the most important presentation of her life, was surrounded by so much football royalty it made her dizzy. Martin looked like he was going to say something else, but y/n put her finger to her lips and shushed him. "Please, not another word. Just bring her to the car."

They walked silently to y/n's tiny car, Martin helping to carefully place Angelika in the back seat. "So are you the guy she was with while ignoring my calls?" "Oh no, that was my teammate Ander. He was also kind of out of it so I offered to help her out." "Why is everyone getting drunk out of their minds on a random Tuesday in August?" y/n said in frustration, causing a laugh to erupt from Martin. "It's the last week before training for the new season starts. Not a lot of opportunities to black out after this. People like to take advantage." y/n thanked Martin and got into the driver's seat. He stopped her before she drove off. "Do you think I could maybe get your number? Just to make sure you get home safe?" y/n rolled her eyes at the lame excuse for a pick-up tactic, but surrendered her phone number anyway. She drove back to her apartment with her head reeling, as she tried to rehearse her speech in her head instead of thinking of the events of the night.

The next day, y/n looked perfect. She had work her best school-approved scrubs and coat. and slicked her hair back to make her look more professional. She was in her business attire Nikes. Her note cards were neatly written and organized. She sat in the lecture hall waiting to be called on. The students would be presenting in random order. As all the student filled in to present, the tension was palpable. Everyone side-eyed each other, trying to intimidate the "competition". The door swung open and in walked the professor, as well as Dr. Gonzalez. He stood at the front podium, stern as ever, and began to speak.

"Good morning students. Thank you all for the effort you have put into the presentations you will share today. We look forward to all you assessments and insights. As the new season quickly approaches, we want the new assistant to become acclimated to the workplace quickly. Therefore, the decision about the position will be made today following the presentation." The entire room stopped breathing. "In order to do so efficiently, please welcome our other guests and evaluators, Mr. Xavi Hernandez and Mr. Ousmane Dembélé." The pair walked in, and the room engaged in the most "I wish I was dead" sounding clapping known to man. y/n started sweating profusely. If she had known that Xavi and Dembélé were going to be watching her presentation, she would have made Angelika take the Uber. Hell, she would have made her ride a Donkey back home and gotten a full night's sleep.

Dr. Gonzalez drew names for the order, and because y/n has the worst luck, she was presenting last. She did what she does best: panicked immediately. She tried to think of ways to present the information differently than the 6 students before her had. As she listened to the presentations, the more nervous she got. None of the other students had treatment plans remotely similar to hers. Antonio, one of the smartest in their batch and the presenter right before her, even suggested he get surgery.

It was time. y/n stood up at the front of the room and pulled out her slides. "Good morning everyone. Today I will be presenting my comprehensive treatment plan for player Ousmane Dembélé's right hamstring." She got through the whole thing without stuttering or having her knees give out. As she finished her last slide, she let out a sigh of relief. The hard part was over. She asked if their were questions and Xavi's hand went up. "So Miss y/n, the treatment plan presented is very similar to the one we have currently implemented, with a couple changes in training and every day life. What is the anticipated recovery time for this treatment?" Everyone else in the class had said 8-12 months. But no - of course y/n had to be differently. "6 weeks sir." "6 weeks? No one else has given a suggestion that would take less than half a year." "Yes sir, however, if you take into account the availability of daily therapy, cryotherapy, and the current play style and strain distribution, he can be on the field in 6 weeks. He might not be comfortable playing all 90 minutes each game, but that's not the same as being completely out for injury." Xavi nodded and said nothing more. That was the end of the questioning.

It took them 8 minutes exactly to decide who go the job. Dr. Gonzalez, Xavi, and Dembélé came back into the room, thanking everyone again for their hard work. "We are please to announce," Xavi started, "that we will be offering the assistant physiotherapist position for the 2022/2023 season to," he turned to Dembélé, who finished the thought, "Miss y/n y/l/n." All the men in the room turned to face y/n at once as she struggled to breathe from the shock. "We look forward to having you this season."

And that's how it happened. y/n was now the assistant physiotherapist for the first team at F.C. Barcelona during the day, and entertainment for the absolute worst men in Spain in the evenings. She left her disappointing first date with a headache and leftovers, and drove home listening to her "Maybe Love is a Social Construct" playlist. As she walked into her apartment, her phone chimed with a text notification. She let her hair down and grabbed her phone, preparing to update Angelika about the latest in the tragedy that was her love life. Instead, she had two separate text notifications.

[Unknown number]: Hey, is this still y/n's number?

[Gavi]: I need to see you urgently. Tomorrow morning 6:30 am. I'll be waiting outside your office.

To be continued...

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If you got this far, thanks for reading! I have had this idea for a long time and have been writing snippets of it down. I will continue to update whenever I can, as this really is a passion project for me (so it's ok if no one reads it).

GIF credit to @gavidaily

Huge thanks to the following for heavily inspiring me to start writing this on the internet: @missgavi @kyiiansmbappe @julianalvarez9 @milawritesstuff @leeamorgan (there are a couple others I'm forgetting)

#pablo gavi x reader #gavi x reader #pablo gavi #gavi #fc barca #footballer #imagine #barca #gavi x you #footballer imagine

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sihtricfedaraaahvicius · 11 months

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Hi! I hope you’re doing great! I wanted to tell you that I stumbled upon your blog with no idea on what to find. I haven’t even gotten past the third episode of season 1 of TLK, but I’m already obsessed with Sihtric and it’s because of youuuu

I wanted to make a request of Modern boxer!Sihtric x Physiotherapist!Reader. Like, he’s quite serious and rough due to his line of work, but then reader shows up as his new physio and then you can take it from there! With a lot of pining and pent up longing until smut ensues 👀

-💜

Warnings: smut! 18+. Also mention of blood and violence.

pairing: Modern!Sihtric x you (f)

Summary: see the request!

Word count: 6,1k

Note: first of all: WHATTTT, I love how you became obsessed with him already! I did my job well ;) but, okay, onto the fic: I looooved writing this one. I personally really enjoy MMA (which includes boxing techniques) so it was fun to actually write a little about that! But fucking helllllll the line between Sihtric and Arnas was getting awfully thin here for me, which caused me to take quite a while to finish this, because I kept changing things to erase "Arnas" for me. But alas, I gotta leave it as it is at some point. So, thank you for your patience. I hope it's worth the wait.

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'I see the way you look at me during your sessions.'

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Sihtric Kjartansson. Professional boxer, cocky and overall pretty full of himself. Yeah, you've heard of your new client. You knew more of the rumours about him than what he actually looked like. And you lied if you said you weren't nervous. Apparently the boxer had recently fired his last physiotherapist and you were surprised when his agent contacted you, asking if you wanted the job. You usually didn't work with professional sporters, knowing how rude and stubborn they can be, but taking Sihtric as a client meant you'd have your bills covered for, at least, the next ten years. So you accepted, and he was about to come in for his intake.

Sihtric showed up, much to your surprise, in time. You guessed he recently had sparred, as he had a cut lip and a bruised cheek, and upon seeing his toned arms, you knew Sihtric had a good sparring partner if he had managed to throw a few punches back at Sihtric.

'Sihtric, hi,' you smiled and introduced yourself. He gave you a friendly smile but didn't speak. You motioned him to sit down and offered him a drink, which he declined by shaking his head. You felt a little awkward at his quietness and a little taken aback by his looks. You had to admit you were impressed by his appearance, and suddenly understood why your friends texted you the sweaty face and fire emojis, after you had told them about your new client a few days ago.

'So,' you said, trying to keep your cool, 'tell me a little about your physio history. Any previous injuries or reoccurring issues I need to know about?'

'Not really,' he said.

'Not really?'

Sihtric shrugged.

'You're a professional boxer,' you scoffed, 'I'm sure there are things I need to know.'

Sihtric shrugged again and looked down at his feet.

'Well, fine by me. I still get paid even if we just sit here in silence,' you said and crossed your arms, 'hiding your injuries from me will not benefit you. You will ruin yourself if you do.'

Sihtric clicked his tongue in annoyance and sighed. You watched him brush his bruised hand through his long hair while he clenched his jaw. He already irritated you, but you couldn't deny he was hot.

'My neck,' he finally said, 'I have a lot of neck pain.'

'Thank you for your cooperation,' you sneered, noticing a quick, slight smirk on his face. Taunting him is the way it seems.

'When does this pain occur? After a fight? Only after training?'

'Daily,' he scoffed.

'Daily?' you frowned, 'that shouldn't be happening with your line of work. Did your previous therapist know about this?'

'Yeah, I told him. Every fucking time I saw him,' Sihtric said quite heated.

'What did he do to treat it?'

'Fuck if I know, lady. Nothing apparently.'

'Okay,' you sighed, 'well, then I suggest we start with that problem,' you got up and beckoned him to stand up too, 'stand up straight.'

Sihtric listened, but you still had to slightly correct his posture. You placed your hands on his shoulders, pushing them a tad back, causing him to groan as it straightened his muscles further.

'Sorry,' you chuckled lightly.

'Sure, lady,' Sihtric sighed, and again you noticed a hint of his sly smile.

'Okay, I need you to keep your body still now. May I?' you asked and motioned you were to cup his cheeks.

Yeah,' Sihtric said, after which you gently took his face in your hands.

'I am going to slowly tilt your head to the right, you keep still,' you acted on your words and you swore you saw his eyes darken as he kept his eyes locked on you. After 10 seconds you brought his face slowly back up again, knowing the feeling was probably unpleasant, but it had to happen.

'You're hurting me, lady,' Sihtric hissed. He placed his hands on your arms, almost making an attempt to pull your hands off him.

'If you do that again,' you said curtly, 'I will make sure you leave here with another bruised cheek. You will not interfere with my therapy and you will not lay another finger on me either.' You felt his jaw clench underneath your hands, and he oddly aroused you at this point. And to be honest, you could take your hands off his face now, but you wanted to make sure he knew you were not afraid of him and he would not intimidate you. So you actually took a step closer and got up in his face.

'You're a professional boxer, for god's sake,' you scoffed as he looked down at you, 'I'm sure you can handle a little physio from me. But if you don't want my help or if you will constantly bitch about it,' you pulled your hands off his face, 'then don't let the door hit you on the way out, Sihtric Kjartansson.'

'Hm,' Sihtric hummed, still staring down at you, breathing faster than before, confirming you did provoke something in him, and he suddenly leaned his forehead against yours.

You knew this was some stupid intimidation tactic men liked to use, but frankly, you didn't care. If he would hurt you in any way, his career was instantly over, so you knew that would not happen and you felt rather unbothered. Until Sihtric suddenly put some pressure on you, forcing you to step backwards as he continued to lean his face against yours. He forced your back to collide with a wall while he kept using his tactic, and when he had you basically cornered, you were breathing just as fast as he was, and not out of fear.

'Hm,' Sihtric hummed again. You felt his breath on your face as you kept looking straight into his eyes. And after a few seconds he finally pulled away from you and took a few steps back, eyeing you up and down.

'I like you,' he said, his sly smile fully appearing now, 'I'll see you in a few days, lady.'

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A couple of months had passed since your intake with Sihtric. You treated him at least twice a week, and you had grown to like him. He wasn't a rude person at all, he was just very serious about his career, and it turned out that his previous physiotherapist had nearly ruined that, which had caused him to be a bit hostile towards you at first. As you already expected, Sihtric never received the right treatment from his previous therapist, causing him to constantly be in pain and therefore risking his own health and his job. He only really warmed up to you after a few weeks, when he noticed the pain he experienced was getting less, even when training intensely. After that he opened up more to you and a bond was shaping fast when he randomly told you he feels quite lonely often. He said that being who he is, a successful boxer and quite a rich man, also meant that there were barely any people around him for the right reasons apart from his good friends. But you knew he was not talking about that kind of loneliness. You felt sad for him, as you learned he was genuinely a funny and sweet guy, who had an unfortunate past but managed to create a good life for himself. You liked his company and you admit, you also liked his flirting, so without thinking you invited him over for dinner later that week. He was a little surprised, but gladly accepted and gave you his private phone number. That same evening you started texting and it became a quick routine to text each other throughout the day whenever either one of you could. At first your texts were friendly and brief, but it only took a day or two before things got flirty and you'd often send each other risky pictures, just to tease the receiver.

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'So, you think you're ready?' you asked as you finished your dinner, looking at Sihtric who sat across from you.

'You're asking me if I'm ready?' Sihtric frowned playfully, 'I've trained for months. Of course I'm ready. I'm always ready to fight.'

'So who are you even fighting?'

'A guy called Sigtryggr,' Sihtric said and pulled out his phone to google him, 'good fighter, only seven loses out of thirtysix fights,' he said before he moved his chair next to yours to show you a picture of his future opponent, 'fifteen wins by knockout, eight by submission, the remaining by decision.'

'Oh, damn,' you said and quickly grinned, 'he's quite good looking. Can you get his number for me?'

Sihtric frowned at you and tilted his head slightly, 'have you forgotten that you belong to me?'

'Sure, in your dreams, Sihtric,' you laughed.

'Oh, I've had dreams,' he chuckled.

'Ew, what the hell,' you snorted and punched his chest. Sihtric grabbed your hand before you could pull back and he pulled you closer.

'You're really telling me you haven't had dreams about me?' he gave you a cocky look.

'What if I had?' you asked, returning the same look.

'I knew it,' he grinned and let go of your arm, 'I see the way you look at me during your sessions.'

'Please, I am only making sure you keep the right posture,' you rolled your eyes.

'Oh, yeah, because you do that by looking at my ass.'

'I've never looked at- okay, maybe once.'

'Hey, it's fine,' Sihtric laughed, 'I look at your ass all the time.'

'My god, I think it's time for you to go home,' you chuckled.

'You want me to stay over, don't lie.'

'You're so full of yourself, it's unbelievable,' you laughed as you got up to bring the plates to the kitchen and Sihtric was quick to follow.

'Yeah, maybe,' you heard him chuckle behind you as he snuck his arm around your waist, 'but you could be full of me as well tonight,' he spoke softly in your ear.

Your knees weakened at his words and you accidentally dropped the plates with a loud bang into the sink.

'Sihtric,' you sighed, grabbing onto the kitchen counter to hold yourself up, 'don't tease with empty promises.'

'Empty promises?' he said, spinning you around to face him, and he lifted you up to sit on the counter, 'let me stay over and you'll see,' he teased as he wrapped your legs around his waist before he settled his hands on your hips.

'Sure,' you rolled your eyes and cupped his cheeks, 'we both know that fighters abstain from sex at least one week before the fight, and you have exactly one week to go today.'

Sihtric clicked his tongue, 'you just had to ruin it, lady,' he smiled and quickly pecked your lips before he let go of you, leaving you flustered and turned on in the kitchen, before he went home.

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Sihtric: Just reminding you that you could've had all this tonight. Sweet dreams ;) xx

You opened his text and saw he had sent you a shirtless photo. You giggled and bit down on your lip, hating how good looking he was and how you wish you could've had him tonight. But there was no way you would've let him into your bed, not before the fight, you weren't going to be his downfall.

You: keep it in your pants until after the fight, then we'll see if you got another round in you ;) Sihtric: another round. Ha ha, very funny, so original to say to a boxer, never heard that before… You: someone's a little frustrated he got rejected? :( Sihtric: I'll have my way with you next week, you just wait. You: yeah, if you don't get beat up too much. Sihtric: someone's a little worried about the man she rejected? :( You: ha-ha, very funny… of course I am worried. I don't want to see you get hurt. Sihtric: lady, have I got some news for you… Sihtric: fighting Sihtric: usually gets you hurt You: it's not funny, Siht. You: I've just seen some videos of that guy fighting and you said it yourself, he barely has any loses. His knockouts are brutal… and his submissions… Sihtric: wait Sihtric: you're serious? Sihtric: you're really worried about me? You: are you fucking kidding me? You: you know what You: it doesn't matter, okay, nevermind You: good night xx Sihtric: no, wait Sihtric: hey Sihtric: talk to me, baby Sihtric: don't be like this with me Sihtric: babe! You huffed and threw your head back onto your pillow after you had sent your good night text, not seeing any other message Sihtric had sent you after that. And suddenly your phone rang and you saw Sihtric was calling. A video call to make it worse.

'What?' you sighed when you answered, but upon seeing his shirtless torso you were kinda happy it was a video call.

'What is this? Sihtric frowned, slightly concerned.

'It's nothing.'

'Yes, it is. Are you okay?'

'I'm fine,' you shrugged.

'Baby,' Sihtric suddenly said sternly, which made your head spin, 'I don't want you to worry about me fighting. This is what I do, it's my job.'

'I know.'

'Trust me on this, okay? I will be fine.'

'I know,' you sighed.

'Then don't give me that attitude again, babe,' he said curtly and shook his head, 'I don't like that. I appreciate you caring about me and it's sweet that you're concerned, but don't get snappy with me about my work.'

'Then make sure you step out of that ring in one piece.'

'I will, lady, I'll still have to go for another round with you afterwards,' he smirked.

'Oh, shut up,' you laughed.

'There it is,' Sihtric smiled, 'that laugh is all I wanted to see. I wouldn't be able to sleep knowing you were upset.'

'Well, you can sleep peacefully now,' you mocked lightly.

'And I will. But it would've been even better if you were next to me.'

'Okay,' you shook your head, 'good night, Siht,' you smiled while your cheeks heated up, and you were glad your room was dark, so he couldn't really tell how flustered you were.

'Good night, baby,' he smiled, 'kiss?' he asked, to which you giggled and blew him a quick kiss.

'Thank you, baby,' Sihtric chuckled lightly, and before you hung up he blew you a kiss in return, and once you locked your phone again, you buried your face in your pillow as you were tormented by the butterflies in your stomach.

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During the days leading up to the fight you nearly lived at Sihtric's house. In addition to his preparation you did extra physio exercises with him twice a day. In the morning, before he went to train, and in the evening, after his last sparring session. And it was always a struggle. You wanted him and he clearly wanted you too, but it just couldn't happen yet. You said he should abstain from any form of physical contact with you, other than which was needed for the exercises, but he claimed there was nothing wrong with kissing. And there shouldn't be anything wrong with that, the problem was just that Sihtric couldn't keep it to a single kiss. He always wanted more and he knew how to persuade you into more kisses. And today you just had your last pre-fight session with him, as it was the day before the fight.

'You gotta stop this, Sihtric,' you chuckled as you sat on top of him.

'Why? You don't like it?' he grinned and brought his hands up to your waist.

'I didn't say that,' you hissed with a smile while taking his hands, and you quickly pinned them above his head.

'Oh, you're the one teasing now?' Sihtric bit down on his lip, 'I never told you how I like that.'

You rolled your eyes at him. If he wanted to be teased, you would give it to him. You slowly leaned into him, brushing your lips over his neck which made him almost growl as you firmly kept his hands pinned to the floor. You knew he could not use much strength on you now because he might injure himself, and that would be a disaster. You heard, and felt, he was enjoying this more than he's allowed right now. So you decided to rock your hips slowly against his as you softly kissed down his jaw to his neck.

'Lady,' Sihtric hissed lightly, but you only gave him a soft chuckle, letting him know you were enjoying yourself. And you continued your way to his neck, pulling the collar of his shirt down so you could kiss on to his shoulder and down to his collarbone.

'Lady!' he hissed again, heated.

You stopped and trailed your hands from his wrists to his biceps, over his still pinned down arms, enjoying the feeling of his flexed muscles now he's all tensed up. And you slowly trailed your hands back up again, intertwining your fingers with his before you softly peck the skin between his clavicles, causing him to let out a deep sigh.

'Relax, baby,' you hummed against his skin, 'it's only kisses'.

You watched Sihtric rest his head back onto the floor, attempting to keep his self control and calm down. And just when you heard his shaky sigh, breathing out his built up tension, you chuckled lightly and dragged the tip of your tongue up his throat, over his fully exposed Adam's apple, up to his chin. And before you were even done you felt his entire body tensed up already.

'Fuck!' Sihtric groaned loud.

He caught you by surprise when he bucked his hips up, forcing you to let go of his hands and sit up on his waist, where he quickly pulled you down to his chest and wrapped his arms around you. Then he smoothly moved his ankle under yours, pushing your leg to his left as he bucked his left hip up, tipping you over to his right while he held onto you. And before you realised what happened, Sihtric was on top of you, pinning your hands down above your head. You had no idea what just happened, except that you must've really riled him up, so you could only giggle.

'You think you're being funny, lady?' Sihtric said, amused, 'you wish to fight with me?'

'You cheater. That was not a boxer's move, was it?' you chuckled.

'Jiu-Jitsu, lady,' he said with a smug face, 'I can teach you a thing or two.'

'I bet you want to,' you grinned, 'but you forget that I already know a thing or two.' And you bucked your hips up slightly, making him groan when you rolled your hips against his, and you pinned his leg down with yours as you moved up to your side, trying to escape his mount position.

'And you seem to forget I'm much stronger than you,' Sihtric laughed, but his voice was raspy, telling you he was struggling to keep his self control. And as you had managed to fully turn to your side, Sihtric lifted his weight off you which caused you to roll over onto your stomach, facing the floor.

'Shit,' you chuckled, knowing he outsmarted you and had "won". You tried to lift yourself up but Sihtric placed one hand on your lower back, keeping you pressed down to the floor while he positioned himself back on top of you, and you felt his other hand slide up the back of your head, into your hair.

'Gods,' Sihtric hissed, moving his hand from your lower back to grab on to your waist, 'you know this is my favourite position?' he chuckled and tugged your hair lightly, 'Hm, I'd love to fuck you like this right now,' he teased and thrusted his hips lightly, making you feel how hard he was, 'wouldn't you love to be fucked like this right now, baby?'

'Fuck!' you hissed, 'Sihtric, no. I mean, yes! God, I want you like this right now.'

'Yeah?' he chuckled mischievously and tugged your hair again, 'you do, don't you?'

'I do, fuck, I do,' you whined, 'but babe, you can't, you know we can't. You're only torturing us both.'

Sihtric groaned while breathing heavily, and you knew he was considering his options. To give in to his needs, fucking you hard and good on the floor right now and claiming you as his woman, or to control himself and not jeopardize his chances of winning his upcoming fight.

'Sihtric, think about your career,' you said, resting your forehead on your arms, 'you will get your way with me after the fight, but you may not get another shot at the title if you lose this fight.'

'I know,' he said, sounding a little calmer than before, 'I just…,' he paused and got off you, allowing you to sit back up before he cupped your cheeks, 'I just want you as my woman, so bad, baby. I want you to be mine. I really do.'

'Sihtric,' you sighed, blushing as you pulled him closer, 'you don't need to have sex with me to make me your woman. I mean, god, what year is this?' you laughed.

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It was Fight Night. You already planned on being present at the fight, so you could see first-hand what damage would be done to Sihtric and know what you'd have to deal with during your next session. But regardless of that, he had still formally invited you as his woman. You knocked on his door and his face lit up when he saw you. His coach, Uhtred, had just finished wrapping Sihtric's hands as you walked in, and Sihtric quietly ordered everyone to give him 5 minutes alone. As you waited for everyone to leave you gazed at Sihtric's appearance. His black boxing shorts showed off his muscular legs while he was already shirtless, repeatedly clenching his hands into fists, making sure his hand wraps tightened the right way, and you just loved the way his hair was braided. You had never seen him with braids before, and you hoped this wasn't the last time either.

'Here,' Sihtric said softly and beckoned you over, 'come here, baby.'

He wrapped his arms around your waist as he stayed seated and looked up at you before you cupped his cheeks.

'Are you ready?' you whispered.

'Battle ready, love,' Sihtric smiled, his voice soft and low.

'Just be careful out there,' you felt yourself become nervous as your thumb traced over an old scar that graced his cheek, 'don't get distracted. And, please, keep your hands up, honey, even when you're tired,' you said and kissed his forehead.

'I will,' he smiled.

'And fight calmly. Are you calm?'

'Battle calm,' he chuckled lightly, 'feeling much calmer knowing you're here. Kiss?' he asked.

'Only a kiss,' you smiled before you leaned in.

'Only a kiss,' he whispered against your lips before giving you a long, soft and sweet kiss.

You melted into his kiss and for a moment you forgot he was about to either get beat up or beat someone up while getting paid about one million for it, win or lose. But if he won, you'd be the woman of the welterweight world champion. But you weren't thinking about all these things right now. Now you thought about how much you loved him.

'I like your hair,' you smiled after Sihtric broke the kiss, to prevent himself from going too far again.

'Thanks,' he chuckled, 'will you watch near the ring or are you staying here?'

'What do you prefer?'

'Having you there of course,' he said and closed his eyes as he rubbed his cheek against your palm.

'Then I'll be there.'

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Round 6. Or 7. Or maybe 5? You didn't know anymore as you desperately covered your ears while you hid your face in Finan's chest. Finan, you only met him an hour ago, but he was Sihtric's best friend and he pulled you in for a hug when he saw you weren't doing well. And he kind of needed that hug too, Finan wasn't doing well either. Sihtric would not last all 12 rounds, he was showing off too much, you knew it, Finan knew it, Uhtred knew it and his opponent, Sigtryggr, knew it. And Sigtryggr tried to understand why, until he noticed Sihtric had glanced towards the same group of people several times, and then he figured it had to be you. And he was a ruthless boxer, taking advantage of any weakness he could find, and now he knew you were Sihtric's weakness. And he waited for that one split second when Sihtric couldn't help but glance towards you again, checking if you were still there, and as he darted his eyes towards you, Sigtryggr threw an uppercut, knocking Sihtric off balance and making him dizzy for a moment. You had seen Sihtric stumble back while taking another jab to the face before he fell down, but he wasn't knocked out. And then a vicious game of simply throwing punches into each other's faces started. And you couldn't stand the sight of the blood anymore, not even being able to tell who was getting hurt more in the process. And it seemed to last forever until Finan suddenly grabbed your shoulders and shook you, yelling at you to look. And you opened your eyes just in time to see Sihtric, who was a bleeding mess, had gotten back up on his feet and had Sigtryggr stuck in a corner, relentlessly beating into him while the crowd roared until you saw Sihtric got dragged away by the referee. Then Sigtryggr collapsed to the floor and was quickly surrounded by medics and his own team.

And you didn't understand it at first, when you saw Sihtric shout at Uhtred. You thought Sihtric was angry and had done something wrong, causing him to be pulled away by the referee. But then you understood he was simply shouting 'I won!' over and over again before he reached his coach. He was a little closer to you now, but the loud crowd made it hard for you to hear him well. Sihtric shouted something at you, but you had no idea what. You did hear him shout, 'Get them off!', several times while Uhtred tried to take off his gloves as fast as he could. Sihtric kept looking impatiently back and forth between you and Uhtred, who struggled with Sihtric's gloves, causing Sihtric to shout, 'Get them off!', again. When Uhtred finally freed his hands, he immediately climbed out of the ring while taking out his mouthguard, which he flung away before he argued with a few security guards, who tried to stop him as he was hoarsely shouting, 'Get me my woman!' repeatedly. When the security didn't understand, he harshly pushed through them and sprinted the last few steps towards you while he kept ecstatically shouting, 'We won, baby!' until he finally reached you and picked you up in his arms, kissing you as if his life depended on it.

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After a whirlwind of emotions and hoards of interviewers, Sihtric finally managed to get you alone in his hotelroom. After he was given the world title and received that, quite shiny, champion belt, you found out in the dressing room that most blood on his face came from a busted eyebrow, which was already stitched up by now. Sihtric had pulled you down in bed with him, where you carefully kissed the bruises on his torso and those on his face.

'So, how about that other round?' you grinned to which Sihtric sighed with a smile.

'I'm almost afraid to say it,' Sihtric said, barely a voice left after all his shouting, he chuckled, 'but, forgive me, baby, I don't think I can do it tonight.'

'I thought so,' you smiled and pecked his lips, 'you need to rest, my love. It's already late too, I better get going. It'll take a while before I'll be home-'

'You're not leaving,' Sihtric interrupted you with a light chuckle, desperately trying to make his voice hearable, 'you're my woman. And now the fight's done, you can finally stay the night. Don't think I'll let you leave my side, lady, not tonight, not tomorrow, not ever again,' he smiled and kissed you softly, 'and I might just want that round in the morning.'

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Sihtric had his eyes closed and bit down on his lip, humming with a smile as you were slowly jacking him off.

It was early in the morning, you had slept in Sihtric's arms all night and things got a little heated when you both woke up and couldn't keep your hands off each other. You weren't sure if he could handle you right now, still recovering from the fight, so you started off slow, seeing where it would lead. Sihtric's voice was still raspy and almost gone, which you thought made him sound really attractive, and that didn't make your desire for him any less.

As you worked your hand on his cock you slowly moved up on top of him, and he didn't stop you, he just let his head fall back into the soft pillow and parted his smiling lips as his breathing became heavier.

'Good?' you whispered in his ear when you leaned in.

'Mhm,' he hummed, 'yeah.'

'Do you want more?'

'Mhm.'

'Tell me? How far can I go without hurting you now?'

'Baby,' he spoke hoarsely and softly, 'just do whatever you like with me, I'm all yours.'

You smiled at his response and softly bit his ear. You kissed his cut lips gently while you pulled down your own panties. Having a world champion boxer at your mercy had you soaking wet almost instantly, and you couldn't wait to finally have him inside you.

'Been quite a struggle to get to this moment,' you chuckled, teasing yourself, and Sihtric, by sliding your wet pussy over the tip of his hard cock.

'No more teasing,' Sihtric sighed, 'please, lady, I want to be inside you already.'

'Hmm,' you smiled and you slowly entered his tip, rocking your hips back and forth, not taking in more than just that.

'You've been teasing me for a while, it's only fair if I do the same,' you purred.

'Ah, fuck,' he moaned with a satisfied smile, 'you're only doing this because I can barely move my body today.'

'I won't deny that,' you chuckled and lowered yourself onto him, taking in his full length slowly, 'ah, hm,' you smiled, 'fuck, you're so big, babe, and so fucking thick, feeling really good inside me right now.'

Sihtric couldn't bring out anything and you enjoyed watching him struggle to compose himself, not being able to move properly due to his bruises and simply knowing he had teased you for weeks, and now you might get your revenge. And you would. You knew he liked it rough, so you would take it slow, taking your time, enjoying every inch of his pulsing cock inside you. You intertwined your fingers with his, knowing that if you were to place your hands onto his body, he would most likely be in pain. Which made it all the more torturous for Sihtric, who was dying to touch you and feel your hands all over his body.

'Ahh,' you sighed, riding him ever so slowly, 'oh, babe, I could fuck you for hours like this, hm,' you looked down at him and smiled with half open eyes. And you saw how his eyes had darkened as he watched you with his lips parted, moaning softly while he was desperate to flip you over, but he couldn't.

'I'll get you back for this, hm,' he moaned, 'oh, gods, you feel so tight. I want to slam into you so hard, you have no idea.'

'Yeah?' you teased, keeping your pace slow, 'you want to fuck me hard?'

'Yeah,' Sihtric hissed.

'You'd like to ravage my tight pussy, baby?'

'Fuck,' he groaned, 'yes!'

'Hm,' you chuckled, stroking your thumbs over his hands, 'I can't wait for you to flip me over, face down again, and fuck me the way you like it.'

'Please, please,' Sihtric begged.

'Please?'

'Please, my love, please,' he hissed, 'I fucking beg you to give me a little more.'

'No,' you chuckled, 'I like this. I like to see you struggle, I like to feel you twitch inside me, desperately wanting to fuck me senseless.'

'Ah, fuck,' he moaned, 'fuck, please. Please, lady, you're going to make me pass the fuck out like this,' he chuckled.

'You'll get your way with me,' you hushed him, 'like I have my way with you now. My man,' you sighed, slowly picking up your pace, 'my world champion,' you giggled, 'if only everyone knew how weak you are now for me, Sihtric Kjartansson.'

Sihtric groaned and kept throwing his head back into the pillow while he squeezed your hands, 'Come on, faster, baby. Fuck me, fuck me good.'

'Like this?' you whispered, going just a tad faster again, 'you like that?'

'Yeah, yeah, like that, keep going, ah,' he grunted, 'keep going for me, baby.'

'I might come soon,' you chuckled, 'you hit all the right spots with that massive cock.'

'Oh, fuck,' he laughed, 'yeah? Am I good for you? Am I treating you well?'

'Yeah, so well,' you sighed, 'I hope you recover fast from your fight.'

'Hm, why?'

'Cause I want this cock in me every fucking day,' and you hated how you lost your self control, but you had to have him. You needed to feel him fill you up, now. You were desperate for his warm cum inside you.

'Ah,' Sihtric hissed, 'I love how you tighten it all up, baby, you're going to milk me dry like that.'

'Yeah? You're going to give it to me?' you bounced rapidly up and down his twitching cock, knowing he could spill inside you any second.

'Fuck me a little harder, pretty baby, please,' he tried bucking his hips up lightly, and you groaned when you felt his hips move into yours.

'Cum for me, Sihtric, cum in me, fill me up. I've waited so long,' you almost cried out, 'come on!'

'I will fill you up, I'll give you every fucking drop I got,' he moaned, 'I'm so close, keep going, ah.'

And when he knew he was close, you pulled away from him. Sihtric nearly panicked at the loss and his eyes were wide in confusion.

'Don't bitch about it,' you teased, 'you can handle a little physio from me,' and you turned away from him to lay down on your stomach.

Sihtric groaned lightly out of pain, and frustration, as he quickly moved up to you. He placed one knee on either side of you, keeping your legs close together, and he moaned deeply when he brought his cock back inside you. You felt his hands grab onto your hips, pulling you slightly up so it would deepen his thrusts.

'Hm,' he chuckled as he started to slam into you, 'you were relentless with me from the start.'

'Oh, fuck!' you screamed when he thrusted into you, he felt even bigger in this position.

'Yeah, now I have my way with you, huh?' he quickened his pace, knowing he had to ravage you quick before he would soon finish, 'don't bitch about it,' he laughed softly

'Ah, Sihtric!' you chuckled, loving the way he felt, 'I'm so close!'

'Cum on my cock, baby, only then I'll fill you up with my cum.'

And he kept his promise, you came with a violent scream, probably waking up the entire hotel at 7 in the morning, but you didn't care. You were satisfied, in bed, wrapped in a blanket as Sihtric held you in his arms while you still felt his cum dripping out of you. And you hoped he could go for another round later the day, when he had his physio exercises.

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Clingy alexia in the winter weather plssss

prompt above ! sort of short, sorry!

alexia putellas- winter

“you gotta wake up babe” you whisper to the sleeping girl next to you, trying to remove yourself from her grasp gently .

it wasn’t that you didn’t want to stay there but you had training in forty-five minutes, whereas alexia had physio for her leg.

alexia groans but when she realizes that you aren’t falling for it she rolls over and pulls you into her. “five more minutes” she says pressing her lips onto your forehead. usually you were a pretty stubborn person but the sound of your girlfriends morning voice made you consider staying in bed, but the second alarm you had set made you jump up.

as you pulled on clothes and got together your training gear you heard alexia get up. “i’m going to make breakfast” you yelled as she walked into the closet to change. you heard her mumble back but couldn’t really make out what she said.

you padded your way down into the kitchen, turning on the lights as you went. you felt something rubbing at your feet, and you looked down to see a wide eyed nala staring back up at you. after grabbing nala some food you starting grabbing ingredients out of the fridge to make yourself and alexia some.

you stood stirring the food in the pan, as you felt two arms wrap around you. “hola bebé” she muttered still half asleep. “hi love, we have to leave soon” you said while passing her a coffee you had just made.

after the two of you had eaten your breakfast and gotten all your stuff together, you kissed nala goodbye and headed out the door for training, thinking about how perfect the little life the two of you had built was.

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vansmaybeonthewall · 8 months

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reputation // gorgeous

chapter summary: The one where the boys drag you off to a benefit to have a great time. Unfortunately, nothing ever goes the way we plan.

Eventual Jamie Tartt x Reader

word count: 3.2k

author's note: guess who's back and better than ever? not me but hopefully this chapter. is struggled with the title and content as you can tell, but hopefully we'll have a new chapter out each week...hopefully....

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Being at Nelson Road stadium was strange. Well, you’ve been here before, but that was nearly two years ago right when you started dating Derek. He essentially banned you from ever seeing Richmond and Colin play as he was a part of West Ham. Any effort to defy his demands disguised as wishes were met with arguments and sometimes, bruises. Right. The purple marks on your wrist. Until now, they were hidden by the sleeves of your bodysuit. And as you looked in the bathroom mirror, wearing an extra pair of A.F.C Richmond sweats and your tank top, the bruises really stood out.

Just shake it off, hide it

You searched through your bag for hopefully an extra tube of concealer but came up short.

Shit

Taking a deep breath, you make your way towards the changing room. Before entering, you cross your arms, shoving your wrist between your arm and left side in an attempt to hide the marks. The player you recognized as Dani held the door open for you, letting you know Colin was being checked out by a physio. Deciding to wait for Colin there, you head into their sacred ground. The empty room was comforting, there was no one to hide anything from. You set your stuff down on an empty bench before sitting down, letting out a sigh. You hold your bruised wrist gently, not hearing the soft footsteps approaching from the coach's office.

“You alright there love?”

You stand quickly and hide your hands behind your back. The swift movement caused your bag to fall to the ground, some of your belongings scattering out.

“Shit, sorry.”

The two of you clean the mess up before standing again. You try your hardest to not use your bruised hand and to your luck, he hasn’t noticed.

“Didn’t mean to scare you, just saw you staring off into space.”

You smile up at him.

“I’m Jamie.”

“(Y/N).”

And for a second, you forgot about your bruised wrist. So when Jamie offered his hand, you shook it. He caught your wince and went to apologize if he had squeezed too tightly (he hadn’t) when he noticed the blooming violet. You were about to pull your hand away when Jamie carefully took your hand in his and studied it. He takes a quick glance at your face before looking back down at your hand.

“Who did this to you?”

“Oh I just fell-”

“You don’t get these kinds of bruises by falling. Who did this?”

You pull your hand out of Jamie’s and retract into yourself, not wanting to admit the wrongdoings you allowed to happen to you. Jamie, starting to put two and two together in his head, asked one more time.

“Darling, did he do this to you?”

With the way you slightly froze, Jamie felt his heart break a little for the girl he barely knew. You sit back down, pulling your knees up and resting your chin atop them. Jamie sighs, taking a seat right next to you. There’s a faraway look in your eye and it stays silent for a few minutes. He twiddles his thumbs and hunches forward.

“It’s not your fault.”

You spare a look out of the corner of your eye.

“It feels like it is, but it isn’t. You try your best, even when your brain keeps shitting on you over and over again.”

He tries to hide it, but you see him wipe what you assume to be a stray tear from his face. He stands up and holds his hand out to you.

“You just gotta get up and tell yourself you’re better than them. And looking where we’re standing right now, I think we’re doing alright.”

You laugh, carefully wiping at your own eyes, and allow him to pull you to your feet. The moment is cut short as both of you hear Colin making his way down the hall. You look at Jamie in panic before scrambling to look for a sweater or long-sleeve of any kind.

“He can’t know. Colin can’t know.”

“Darling, I think you need to take a breath.”

You grab Jamie’s arms and shake him slightly, repeating yourself. As Colin wishes whoever he was walking with a good night, Jamie hurriedly unzipped his jacket and handed it to you. Colin enters the room surprised to see you and Jamie alone, more so about you shrugging on a Richmond sweater that wasn’t his. His curiosity is cut short as you grab your bag and fuss over his well-being once again. Jamie turns to gather his own belongings but before he can, you wrap your arms around him whispering a soft thank you. He stutters out a response and watches you help Colin avoid stepping too hard on his wrapped ankle. In the hallway, Colin asks about what he walked into. All you respond with?

“Nothing just got an idea is all.”

Writing lyrics to a song is a beauty within itself, but imagining the life behind it was nothing short of magical. It was the one thing you had control over when you were with Derek. Creating these worlds and characters, big and small, was what you lived for. Your small audience from back then were in love with your ideas and the way you thought. The music videos you directed for “cardigan” and “willow” were loved and cherished by your fans. And now, it was time for something more.

So here you were pacing around Colin’s flat, humming a tune and muttering words to yourself. You huff and fall back onto the couch. You hear footsteps and the front door open. You peer over the couch to see some of the team file in dressed to the nines for a benefit happening in a few hours. Laying back onto the couch, you cover your face with your hands with a groan, writer's block settling in. You hear someone ask if you’re coming with them.

“Am I going where?”

“The benefit I was telling you about earlier? Before you started to pace like a mad woman thinking she was going to be caught for murder.”

“Ha ha, very funny Colin. No, I’m not going.”

The Richmond players groan and protest your statement. You argue about not being invited to which they respond that you could be Colin’s plus one. You say you have nothing to wear and not a second later one of them is calling Keeley up to bring some outfits. You stutter, trying to say how nearly impossible it would be to find a dress and shoes that would fit you and your taste. Colin takes the phone and gives Keeley notes on what to bring. You stare at the boys in disbelief as they stand proud of themselves.

“Unbelievable you lot are.”

When Keeley arrives, she drags you to the spare room you’re staying in and lays out the dresses she brought. As you push through trying on the outfits she brought, you both can see none of them fit your personality.

“Thanks for trying Keeley, but I don’t think any of these are going to work.”

“I was afraid that might happen. I have one last thing. You up for it?”

You answer with a “Why not”. At least Colin would know you tried. However, Keeley has different plans as she practically bounces back into the room with another dress bag. She excitedly hands it over to you and leaves the room. Opening the bag, you gasp at the garment and before you know it Keeley is squealing over you and brushing makeup onto your face and styling your hair. Upon looking in the mirror, you shower Keeley with compliments on the finished look but question if your outfit choice is appropriate to wear to a benefit meant to raise money for children’s hospitals. All you get from her is a “Don’t worry love, they eat this shit up. Just own it”.

Slipping on the black heels she left for you, you head back to the living room. The clicking of your heels quiets the conversation, but as soon as you step back into the living room you are met with stunned stares and slackened jaws.

“I fuckin knew it! God I love you and your legs.” Keeley goes on to rapidly explain that she absolutely could not picture you in any of the dresses she was looking through. You had to hand it to her though, because if there was anything to say about Keeley Jones, it was that she had taste and a magnificent understanding of everyone else’s. She had found this body suit with a bejeweled chainlink skirt. The jewels glittered in the light, your eyeshadow sparkling in the same color.

“Doesn’t she look fantastic?”

At Keeley’s question, the boys had straightened up and gave respectful compliments to deter from their previous stares. The only thing left to do was get into the limo and leave. Anxiety built on the way there. Sure you had done events such as these before, but you weren’t in the spotlight or hot water as much as you are now. You wouldn’t walk the red carpet for pictures half the time due to Derek’s insistence on “getting good photos for my portfolio”, whatever that meant. Reality hit as the car slowed to a stop. You hear shouts and orders as the boys slowly file out. Colin had a beaming smile, ready to spend the night partying with his lads but it slightly faded as he saw your panicked face. He slid his way along the seats until he sat right next to you.

“The last time I was at one of these, I was told I couldn’t be on the red carpet. Only people that mattered.”

Colin grimaced at the statement. “Well, I seem to remember a bunch of girls screaming and singing near the pitch for you. Crying even. You matter to a lot of people and if anyone tries to tell you any different, you have a team of Greyhounds ready to attack anyone who does.”

You let out a small laugh, not even bothering to correct Colin’s mistake about the dog breed. He held out his hand for you to help you out of the car. As soon as you stood up, you heard cheers from fans and shouting from photographers. Many asked for pictures of Colin and the both of you together until you neared where the rest of the Greyhounds waited for a group photo. Colin, having the beautiful face he has, is called back for more.

You hear a small voice call out a courtesy title followed by your last name. You turn to find a younger woman no older than twenty in the crowd of older men and women. You see the camera in her hands and step closer to her.

“What can I do for you sweetheart?”

“I’m sorry to bother you, but would you mind if I got a few photos of you? I haven’t...been able to get any.”

You look around and see how the other photographers push each other for a better view at the barrier. You smile at her before asking if she needs anything specific.

“Just be you!” You laugh at the statement and hear the camera shutter. As you pose and smile for her, you notice other photographers starting to notice her bright idea of photographing you. They start to clamber and gather, the lovely girl starting to get squished. You shout at them and instead of gaining their attention, you get Colin’s and the rest of the team. They start to gather around you, confused but ready to defend you. You steady the younger woman, both hands holding onto her arms. The sounds of camera firing fill the air as you reassure her, but you can still see uncertainty and panic in her eyes.

“Colin?” With one glance, he understands what you’re asking. Security opens the barrier to allow your photography acquaintance through.

“Let’s get you those pictures, yeah?”

And that’s how you find yourself sitting at a table three drinks deep with Colin, Will, and Dani. The three started to worship your kindness for the “smaller” people in a crowd and decided to immediately drink in celebration, and whatever they brought back to you was strong. Giggles emanated from your table as you all laughed at each other's stupid jokes.

“You used to make fun of my accent all the time! I bet you still do!”

“Did not Colin, you liar!” The three boys started chanting your name in an effort to get you to mock an accent. You rolled your eyes but stopped as they landed on Jamie Tartt. A waiter came by and dropped off the shots Dani had ordered for the four of you. You take it, shaking off the taste before imitating a Mancunian accent, a rather dramatic one at that.

“I’m the island's top scor-er, sexually. I’m not just a los-er, I’m the los-er.”

They lost their shit.

“Nah, no I’m just playing a game. Do you know what I mean, find the fittest girl there ‘ave sex in the toilet and ask ‘er to marry ‘er. Strat-e-gy.”

Will falls on the floor, Colin and Dani silently laugh and wheeze, and you snort at their reactions.

“What the fuck is going on ‘ere?”

The four of you look to see Jamie standing in confusion with a drink in his hand. You see the boy's eyes fall on you. With a straight face, you say, “It’s just poopeh.”

A chain reaction of laughing sets off, Jamie still standing in confusion. You open your eyes as you sense someone next to you. Jamie pulled up a chair between you and Colin. The air feels different, more electric now as he sits next to you. He takes a sip of what you assume to be whiskey on ice before pausing.

“Hold on, were you all makin fun of meh?”

Your three companions immediately point at you like schoolchildren. You try to sputter an excuse but Jamie turns to you with an offended look on his face. Your voice dies down as your eyes meet. You don’t know if it’s the lighting, your inebriated state, or just Jamie, but god was he gorgeous. You sheepishly smile at him and he returns it with one of his own. Your little moment is interrupted as a waitress stops by the table to ask if you needed anything else, but upon doing so, she spots Jamie. She flirts with him shamelessly much to your discontent. Setting your arm on the table, you turn to Will who was already staring at you with a strange look on his face. You want to question why he’s still on the floor, but a hand touching yours makes your body still.

“You want anything darlin?”

You honestly don’t know what came over you ever since Jamie decided to sit down right next to you. You’re able to mutter out an answer but notice the waitress looking at you with squinty eyes and a frown. Glancing back at Will, you take note of the way he stares off into space. Waving your hand in front of his face, he gives you a lazy smile. You hold your hands out to pull him up. However, Will decided to jump up too fast and ended up falling into your lap. You catch him before he can fall over which ends up with him sitting in your lap. Your snickers capture the attention of the other boys.

“What in the fuck are you two doing?”

You cover Will’s ears, “Don’t use crude language in front of my son.” It’s all fun and games as Will wraps his arms around your neck to stabilize himself and keep the joke going. But it’s never a party until something goes wrong.

“I never pictured you being a cougar, but you know what they say.”

Derek and Jasmine stand before the table. Jasmine seems uncomfortable as she presses herself into Derek’s side, but she moves to do nothing. The music hides any loud comments from the other tables, but the boys hear every word.

“No, I don’t know what they say, Derek.”

“Ouch, feisty. Had a little too much to drink there didn’t you?” The sarcasm in his tone is evident, but you’re not letting this go, not with the confidence you have with the alcohol in your system. Derek is faster though, he always was. He claps a hand on Will’s shoulder before speaking.

“Don’t waste your time with this one, she doesn't put out much.” He winks before pulling Jasmine away.

You visibly deflate, your good mood ruined. Colin attempts to follow him but is pulled down by Dani and Jamie. You excuse yourself from the table, a hand held to your face to stop any tears from falling. Will sinks into the chair you were sitting in watching you walk as quickly as you could while intoxicated in heels. As soon as Colin is free from the hands holding him back, he follows you.

Breathing in the fresh air, you fan your face to make the tears disappear but a few escape your eyes. The red carpet has long vanished, barriers lined up against the wall, but a lone bench calls out to you. It’s silent, no cars or people are on the street. You could care less as you sit on the bench. The door swings open and an out of breath Colin sits right next to you.

“I forgot how fuckin fast you are when drunk.”

A watery smile finds its way to your face and a concerned look from Colin is all it takes for the tears to start streaming down your face.

“I tried so hard Colin. So hard. And I still get shit on. No matter how many songs I write to get rid of these feelings, to try and connect with people who feel the exact same, but it still hurts. Why does it hurt?”

The way your face falls breaks Colin’s heart. He holds you as you sob in his arms. It tugs at his heartstrings at how torn apart and shattered you were. However, he brews with anger at what you said and he thinks about the music you’ve written. Not your recent halftime show, but the two sister albums you put out some time ago. Some made sense in your fictional love triangle story you had meticulously created, they were beautiful while others were sad and tragic. The thought of you hoping for the love you gave in return and never receiving it? It made a few tears fall down his face.

“Oh love. I wish you had come and talked to me.”You whisper out an “I couldn’t” and a “He wouldn’t let me”. And oh how that angers Colin. You slowly wear yourself out, falling asleep in his warm embrace. The words float in Colin’s head. He starts to understand a little more about the relationship you had with Derek and why he felt so cautious about it. And he knows he needs to ask about it when you wake up.

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day 05 // 100dop++

when i feel like i'm floating away and i've taken deep breaths so i know it's not anxiety, what grounds me is science and making things for myself/others like food, music, and crochet.

meditate ✅

physio ✅

exercise ✅

try to understand section 2 of the leukemia article ✅ (well...i can't say i didn't try...it was a small section, so i did read all of it but got lost, even in the googling of jargon...may just take a break from this article and focus on R for mass spectrometry for now as the rest of the article does not get any more comprehensible)

understand ch 2/7 of R for mass spectrometry (i tried but am lost with the mass spectrometry, so i'm watching a video that hopefully explains a good chunk of this chapter and i might even just take a step back from this book and find more approachable resources that explain the foundations in more depth/in a more beginner-friendly way. this is taking longer than i thought. tbh kinda discouraging but i gotta remind myself it's a marathon, not a sprint, and it's okay if i don't know everything i need to know going into the lab, i have a good head on my shoulders, i will understand what i need to know with time.)

work on unit 3/18 of integrated math 1 ✅ (all that's left is the unit test 🙌🏻)

academics of tumblr- do you have a favorite journal article website? mine's nature 😅 i love their minimalist, undistracting aesthetic; typography; contrast between foreground and background; but most of all, how, when full screen, the corresponding figures and references show on the side of the screen when you click on the in-text links, instead of scrolling you away from where you were reading. on pretty much any other site i've used so far, i have to skim and scroll all the way back to find my place over. and over. and over again.

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drabblesandimagines · 1 year

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Milkshake

Lil' follow-up to Syrup that I couldn't get outta my head after seeing the finale! Rei x reader, fluffy fluff

You blink – not quite believing your eyes when the grey dot has changed to green next to his name. You haven’t seen that in weeks. You’d spent literal hours on voice chat together, sometimes playing a multiplayer game, sometimes doing your own thing, sometimes just chatting and nothing else, right up until a couple of weeks before Christmas when things went radio silent. At first you shrugged it off, thinking that it was the run up to the holidays, things maybe just got busy, or maybe his internet was out, or maybe he’d even gone out of town and just hadn’t mentioned it… But then, when the Morio Kart DLC expansion came out – one that you knew both Rei and Miri had been so excited to play – you began to feel a little hurt. Your mind would often try and dissect the snippets of your last conversation, trying to work out if you’d offended him somehow, said something weird?

There’s another beep and a notification pops up. ReiSuwa1 is inviting you to voice chat. Your disbelief turns to annoyance – he’s ghosted you for so long, this better be one hell of an explanation.

You lean back in your gaming chair, kicking your feet up on the TV console as you hit accept. “Hello, stranger.” Your tone is tense.

“What?!” A voice cries out – it’s too far from wherever the microphone is but it doesn’t sound like Rei. There’s a lot of racket – like someone’s scrambling around, looking for something, then it stops.

“Hello?” You try again.

“Who’s this?” Definitely not Rei. Had his account been hacked?

“Er, you called me.”

“I did?” They sound puzzled. “I was just trying to switch the damn thing off and then your voice started coming out the headset. Rei’s shown me but I can never remember the right buttons…”, the mysterious voice rambles on before stopping. There’s a twinge in your stomach at the mention of Rei’s name. “Oh… Are you that girl he was speaking to, from the video games shop?”

You try your best to sound casual. “Well, that depends on how many girls from video games shops he talks to.”

“You’ve met Rei, right? I don’t think you’ll be surprised to hear the amount is incredibly low, single digit low. One and under.”

“Ah, you must be Kazuki.”

“Huh, he mentioned me?” You hear him sit down on something with a loud exhale – must be getting comfortable.

“Yeah, loads of times.” He had – funny stories, usually.

“Well, I’m honoured.” He chuckles.

“Hey, just whilst I’ve got you on the line and all,” you pause and wonder if you’re going to regret this, but press on regardless, “Is Rei okay?”

“Yeah.” There’s a beat. “Why? Has he said something?”

“See, that’s the thing – he hasn’t said anything. I haven’t spoken to him since, like, mid-December. I was really surprised to see him calling, to be honest…” You trail off.

“Oh!” Kazuki sounds genuinely surprised, or is an incredible actor on his roommate’s behalf. “I mean, he’s been on here with Miri recently, but when I properly think about, I haven’t seen him play anything solo in a while.”

“Sorry, this is probably the worst conversation to have got yourself into. I think I misread things – I shouldn’t drag you into my woes.”

“No, he…” He sighs. “How do I say this? There was… There was an accident about two months ago. Rei really injured his right arm. He’s a lost a lot of the mobility in it, including his hand. He’s doing physio, but…”

“Oh, jeez.” You exhale.

“He’s okay now. Well, okay-ish. They don’t think he’s really going to get a lot of movement back in it. Shit.” He mutters, as if he’s had a realization. “I kinda forgot that means video games are off the table. I thought he wasn’t playing with Miri because he says she’s a bad loser, but I guess he can’t use the controller thing as well as he used to?”

“Mm, a lot of them do just work off the premise that everyone’s got two functioning hands. You can do some tactical button mapping on some, I think. Gotta admit I haven’t looked into it much.” You bite your lip in thought. “Poor Rei. That must be a big adjustment.”

“Yeah. I mean, he’s taking it really well. Never complains.” Another pause. “I mean, you haven’t even seen him by the shop? He took Miri a couple of weekends ago to get some new figure to unlock something.”

“Oh. No, I don’t work weekends. He… He knows that.” Your stomach is twisting in knots. There were a few times him and Miri would pop in when he picked her up from daycare to say hello and on a rare occasion, he would show up online on the weekend saying Kazuki was out somewhere with Miri, so he knew your rota.

“I’m sorry.” He sounds genuine, at least.

“No, I’m sorry – I just feel a bit of an idiot.” You don’t know what it is, but Kazuki is surprisingly easy to talk to and you need to get it off your chest. “Like, I was trying to build up the courage to ask if we could go for a real date instead of all these virtual ones we seemed to be having. Probably for the best he ghosted me, huh?”

“No, I think he would’ve liked that. Honestly, this…” he pauses, as if he’s choosing his words carefully, “accident has been a lot. Rei’s surprisingly sensitive, he’s probably worried that he wouldn’t be able to keep up with you. Did you guys do quests or some shit?”

“You do know video games!”

“I may have overheard some key terms, that’s it. And, er, don’t ignore the question.”

“Yeah, we did. He’s a much better player than me, though. He was dragging my stats up.” You sigh. It’s not what you wanted at all, but maybe it’s a sense of closure. “Well, I’m glad he’s okay-ish. I don’t know if you want to tell him you accidentally called the video games store girl, but if you do, tell him… Tell him I’m thinking of him, yeah?”

“Sure will. Erm, whilst I’ve got an expert on the line – A, how do I hang up and B, how do I turn this machine off?”

You laugh. “I’ll hang up so that’ll take care of that. Do you see the really big rectangular button in the middle of the controller?”

“Mm.”

“If you hold that down it’ll bring up a start up menu, kinda like a laptop? Then you can select power off and that’s you.”

“Thank you. And, hey, I will speak to Rei, okay?”

“Okay. Thanks. Bye, Kazuki.”

You press the end call button, as promised, and a few seconds later you see Rei’s icon change to offline so it looks like Kazuki at least managed to turn off the machine. You fling off your headset, spin your chair around to face your bed and collapse down onto it face-first, letting out an exhale. Poor Rei…

You’re so tired. You tossed and turned all night with an idea swirling around your head. You got up, wrote it down, and got back under the sheets but your brain still wouldn’t shut up about it. You’d spent until the really early hours conducting research and now, you’re on your third cup of coffee due to an early delivery you need to sign for at the shop, annoyed at yourself but you wouldn’t say you were full of regret what you’d discovered.

You’d been thinking about Rei and that, if he did want to play video games, there must be something out there to help. Whilst you found there were some consoles with “official” adaptive controllers in a way – and, ouch, eye-wateringly expensive, much? - your research also led you to a bunch of online videos where people shared their modded designs - even the schematics or a print bundle for you to 3D print your own to adapt the controller yourself for numerous different machines. The reviews are sometimes so-so, things are a work in progress, but you wonder if you could take parts of one and parts of another and try and make something workable.

As you watch the boxes get unloaded and put into the store room, you wonder if whether you’re getting way ahead of yourself. Sure, you could make the adaptor for the controller but if you did, how do you know he even wants such a thing, plus how would you even get it to him? You didn’t have his number – it was the shop policy to shred anything with customer’s details on right after the repair had been complete and you’d rang off the store’s phone those few months ago.

You sigh, before taking another deep sip of coffee. The problem is, you know you, and once you set your mind to a project you’re going to see it to the bitter end.

“Sign here, please.” The delivery driver pulls you out of your thoughts as he taps on the clipboard, after stacking up the last of the boxes.

Right – work first.

A week later, you’re sat at your desk fiddling with various parts. You’d found a place that offered 3D printing facilities, so you’d printed out a bunch of stuff on your day off that you’d bookmarked for possibilities and you’ve spent your evenings since placing bits and pieces together to try and make something workable. Luckily from your shared game play and access to his gaming history via his profile, you know what games Rei likes so you can begin to test your configurations a little, noting down what is and isn’t working to try and tweak things further.

Your console chimes – you’d turned it on when you got home to download an update. Looking at the screen, you see a notification. ReiSuwa1 is inviting you to voice chat.

You grab your headset and slip it on before picking up your own controller and hesitating. The conversation with Kazuki had popped up in your mind since you’d spoken and as you reflected, you’d begun to wonder if you’d just sounded so utterly sad and desperate.

You press accept and brace yourself. “Hello?”

“Hey!” It’s Kazuki again. “I deliberately called this time – I promise.”

“You’re learning.” You smile, rolling your seat back over to your desk. “What can I help you with?”

“I spoke to Rei.”

“Oh.”

“Don’t say it like that – I was covert.”

“Yeah?”

“I just said I noticed that I hadn’t seen him playing on here recently alone, or speaking to you… He admitted it’s difficult with the controller. He didn’t want to bother you.”

“Bother me?”

“Yeah. I didn’t quite get it either. I pressed him on it a bit – said something about holding you back in gameplay, that maybe you wouldn’t want to speak to him anymore.”

“What? No, that’s not right – we spoke loads of times when neither of us were even playing.”

“I know! I suggested he called you, I said you were probably worried about him since from what he and Miri had told me about you, you seemed a nice girl, but he shrugged it off in his usual Rei way.”

“It’s okay, you can’t force him.”

“Oh, I can. As his roommate and friend, it’s important that I aid him in his recovery, and that is reconnecting with his friends, if not more.” Is it possible to hear someone wink through a call? Cos you feel he definitely just did. “So, I was wondering, whatcha doing Saturday?”

“Huh?”

“Miri’s desperate for a new kart thing? We’ve got a chore chart, she gets a gold star every time she does her tasks and I said when she’s earned enough, Rei will get it for her. So, I thought, maybe, if you happened to be in a certain video games store on your day off and I sent a certain man to go in…”

“Ah, I don’t know.”

“Come on, what’s the worst that could happen?”

“He could think I’m stalking him.”

“Uh-uh, you’ll be in the store first.”

You look at the controller in your hand. “I’ve been working on something dumb.”

“Are you changing the subject?”

“No, it’s related. You know I repair controllers, right? Well, after our conversation, I’ve been fiddling around with some adaptors - you kinda clip them on the controller and then you can use it with one hand. I thought it might be something Rei would want to try, I mean, he might want to try…”

There’s silence from Kazuki’s end of the line.

“I’m sorry, is that creepy I’ve done that? It’s probably creepy.”

There’s a loud sniff.

“Are you…? Are you crying?”

“No! It’s just allergies.” There’s another loud sniff. “That settles it - we’re doing this. Give me your number.”

When Saturday rolls around, you’ve got the controller adapters into decent shape and they’ve passed all your self-created one hand tests. Kazuki and you have been texting off and on the last few days and he’s bringing both Rei and Miri to the mall – there’s some live performance of those dancing vegetables from the TV that kids seem to like so much. Whilst Kazuki takes Miri to that, he’s going to get Rei to head to the Joypad and pick up Miri’s figure as a surprise. You’d taken your spare controller with the adaptors in place to work yesterday and left your bag in the back office – more so as an excuse to your colleagues as to why you’re there on your day off. You don’t know how to explain that your crush’s roommate has set an elaborate meet-cute for you both, so with Kazuki’s detailed updates and ETAs, you time it perfectly to pop in the store, greeting Mr Kyoto himself before slipping into the back office to pick up your backpack. You got in the back office as Kazuki texted to say that he could see Rei entering the store now – oh, jeez, is this the creepiest thing you’ve ever done? – and you wait about a minute before exiting. The timing is almost too perfect - you’re walking down the aisle towards the exit as Rei’s walking up, looking for the figurine.

His right arm is strapped up in some sort of black immobilization aid, keeping it close to his chest, but he looks as good as ever and you suddenly feel queasy. This was a terrible idea, you’re considering spinning on your heels and diving back into the office until he leaves but it’s too late as the two of you make eye contact.

Rei looks almost embarrassed to see you, and there’s an awkward staring competition before you realise you’re the one that needs to break the ice.

“Hi, stranger,” you smile, casually.

“Hi.” His cheeks are tinged red and he looks down at the floor for a moment. “Er… I’m sorry that I haven’t been online, or in here for a while…”

“That’s okay, it seems a lot has happened since we last spoke.” A not so veiled reference to his arm. “Are you doing all right?”

“It is what it is.” He shrugs. “I’m… adjusting. How are you?”

“I’m okay.” A pause. “I… I’ve missed talking to you, though.”

“Me too.”

You swallow, “What brings you here today, then?”

“Oh, Miri wants another one of these.” He casts his eyes to the display and grabs the character she’s after. You’re not sure which one, you’re too busy staring at his face.

“Oh, er, cool.” There’s another awkward pause and you lose all confidence. “Erm, well, I should let you get on. It was nice to see you, though…”

“Yeah,” he nods. This was such a stupid idea, you berate yourself, as you go to walk past him. He suddenly steps in front of you. “Wait.”

“Yeah?”

“Are you busy right now?”

“Erm, no…”

“Can I buy you a milkshake?”

You smile. “A milkshake?”

“I seem to remember you like them,” there’s a smirk on his face. There was one evening when you enthusiastically described an incredible milkshake that one of the kiosks in the mall made for probably a solid five minutes.

“That is true. Okay, then.” You nod. “You can buy me a milkshake.”

“Cool. I’ll just go buy this…” He nods to the figurine in his head and heads up to the counter, where Mr Kyoto is beaming at you, giving you two thumbs up and you avoid eye contact, pretending you don’t see your boss’ celebration. Rei retrieves his phone from his pocket as Mr Kyoto is scanning the figurine through the register and about 45 seconds later, your own phone buzzes.

Kazuki has sent you a text message comprising entirely of emojis – a winking face and love hearts.

You’re sat at one of the tables in the food court, sipping on milkshakes and chatting away like no time has passed. Rei’s slowly been opening up about his online absence.

“I just… I wasn’t sure if you’d still want to hang out if I can’t play.”

“Rei, I wasn’t just talking to you because I wanted to game with you, I was talking to you because I like talking to you.” You take another slurp of milkshake for a shot of sugar rush courage. “And, just to make this absolutely clear because I don’t think I was in all of our previous conversations, I quite like you, actually.”

“You do?” He smirks.

“Mm. I was going to ask you on a date.”

“You were going to?”

“Yeah, but then you went offline. You’re a hard guy to track down.”

“Ah.” He nods, taking a sip of his own drink.

“And I need to be completely honest because I feel creepy - Kazuki accidentally called me from your profile a week or so ago.”

“Is that why he and Miri are hiding behind that plant?” He gestures lazily to the corner and you see a flash of blonde duck behind the greenery and hear the little girl giggle.

“Most likely, yes.” You sigh. “He’s a sweet guy.”

“He is.”

“Sorry, I think he just felt bad for me and my sob story. And, well, he kinda told me about your arm too…” You pick up your backpack and place it on the table. “And it got me thinking – you know how I like messing around with controllers anyway?”

He nods.

“Well, it turns out there’s some really clever people out there making devices to ensure people with limited hand movement can enjoy video games, so, I kinda got a little too into researching it and mixed and matched and came up with this,” you dig into your bag and remove the controller - it's got the plastic adaptors clipped over it - placing it onto the table.

“So, you can use all the joysticks and triggers across the whole thing with your left hand.” You demonstrate, taking him through what controls what. “You’ll need to do some button configuration still on start menus, but I tried it out on my console on a few things I know you’ve played and it’s super easy.” You look up and he’s just staring at you, almost in disbelief and you panic.

“I mean, I’m not expecting you to use it or even take it home with you because I know this whole thing has been super creepy and I’ve overstepped so many boundaries and, like, talking behind your back with Kazuki, but I…” Without any indication, he leans forward and kisses you on the lips, gently, cutting off your ramble. He tastes like his strawberry milkshake.

He has a dreamy smile on his face as he pulls back and you’re sure you look like a total idiot, your mouth open in disbelief at the turn of events.

“Huh.” You find your voice. “I take that means you like it?”

“Mm, and I like you.” He gets to his feet and holds out his left hand to you. “Kazuki and Miri are going to get kicked out if they continue to hide in the shrubbery any longer. Come back to ours, you can show me how this thing works again.”

You nod, stuffing the controller back into your backpack and taking his outstretched hand. He doesn’t let go as he leads you over to Miri and Kazuki. The little girl greets you eagerly, crashing into your legs.

You don’t even need to hear Kazuki to put a face to a voice – his loud sniff as he wipes away his tears is enough to give it away.

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