#like no it was just football . and it was a brilliant match

[two-sugars-pls]

if you’re wondering how women’s football is going.. I’m in Spain and even though everyone is holiday all the Brits have taken over the pubs, & when the TVs lost the connection in the last 2 mins of extra time it was like unplugging life support . absolutely mental . ppl standing on the pool table singing along to sweet caroline…. it was a vibe

#womens euros 2022 #euros 2022 #brits are annoying I’ll give you that but my god it was fun #it just felt like a proper match….. no cheesy hashtag feminism or men begrudgingly watching womens football #like no it was just football . and it was a brilliant match #everyone was really really invested #not to make badly judged comparisons but if I may say so if felt like what the 2012 olympics was to disabled sports?? #a watershed moment for womens football #i just know that in 10 years I’m going to be seeing a new generation of footballers achieving their childhood dreams #and it will be more competitive more popular & more inclusive #with full capacity crowds!!! #i feel so hopeful #it might be a small thing in the grand scheme of womens rights but it really is a victory (in every sense of the word)

[wileys-russo]

Can you please write a fic about Leah walking out to her first international match back with her girlfriends little niece/nephew and being really emotional about it all. Fluffy and super cute!

mascot II l.williamson

"you nervous?" you asked, leaning in your door frame as leah glanced over to you with a firm shake of her head. "no." she replied quickly, not an ounce of doubt present in her voice but you knew her well enough to see the flicker of unease in her eyes.

you stepped into the bathroom, making your way over to her and gently pushing her hands out of the way where she'd been messing about with the collar of her jacket.

"it's okay if you are, means its important and you want to do well." you assured softly, folding over and smoothing out her collar, tapping her shoulders with a smile.

"maybe a tiny bit nervous then." your girlfriend admitted quietly, pulling you into a sudden hug as her chin rested on your shoulder.

"you mean to tell me the leah williamson, england captain and european champion is human?" you gasped teasingly, leah pinching your sides.

"you'll be brilliant my love. you've done everything right lee, now its time to go and enjoy it." you smiled kindly, holding her away from you at arms length, your hands gently clasping her face.

"what if i mess it up again?" the doubt was now clear in her facial features as her eyebrows turned downward into a deep frown.

"like i said lee, you're human. football has ups and football has downs, you've been smashing it back on pitch for arsenal. this isn't anything different, you go out and you give 100% and do your best for your country. no one can ever expect anything more from you than that." you assured, eyes never leaving hers as she nodded.

"i love you." she replied simply, leaning in and pressing her lips to yours. you indulged her for a moment, leahs hands slipping down to your hips and drawing your body closer into hers.

"i need to go before you get in trouble for having visitors." you pulled away with a smile, leah sighing but nodding none the less. "stop pouting, i'll be seeing you in like three hours." you laughed at her face, sweetly pecking her lips a few more times.

"i'll meet you with the mascots yeah? you'll have mia?" leah asked, hands grabbing yours and fiddling with your fingers as you hung about by her door. "we'll be there." you promised, your girlfriend nodding as you opened the door.

"ah! captain mode, be professional." you warned with a playful glare as she took the opportunity of your back facing her to reach out and smack your bum, her usual cheeky grin returning as you shook your head.

then with one more final kiss goodbye, you were gone.

~

"how does she seem?" you murmured quietly to keira, keeping a watchful eye on your niece as she ran around giggling, making friends left right and centre forever the social butterfly. "good. stern and serious as usual!" keira chuckled, bumping her shoulder into yours.

"back to herself then." you laughed quietly, greeting a few of the other girls as they joined you, your girlfriend still not to be seen as they called out for the mascots to line up so the girls could meet them properly.

you bid keira goodbye and squatted down as mia ran over. "come here you grub." you laughed with a shake of your head, re-tucking in her shorts and smoothing out her hair.

"you are just like your dad." you chuckled, your older brother forever bouncing about like an energizer bunny nearly his whole life. "do i have to tuck it in?" she groaned, stamping her foot and pulling her shirt back out of her shorts.

"all the very best footballers tuck their shirt." you looked up to see your favourite smile bearing down on you, mia tackling leah in a hug and wrapping tightly around her leg. "can you do it please?" mia asked, lifting her arms as leah knelt down to help her tuck it in.

"mia! what was wrong with how i did it?" you gasped in mock offence, hand on your chest as your niece shrugged. "aunty lee's the best at everything." she answered simply, leah picking her up into a tight hug.

"yeah very mature captain williamson." you rolled your eyes at the older girl who stuck her tongue out at you over the five year olds shoulder making her giggle. snapping back out of it your girlfriend gently placed mia back down, again squatting to her height.

"hey mee." leah started, poking at her sides and making her squeal. "so when you walk out with me in a little bit i won't be smiling very much. i want you to know that doesn't mean i'm upset or grumpy or anything. but all of this-" she paused to gesture her hands around the room.

"-this is my job. and part of my job means i have to be a bit more serious than usual, and make sure all my girls are ready to play the best football we can. but that doesn't mean im cross with you, okay?" leah finished with a reassuring smile, mia nodding along in understanding as your heart melted at the sight.

"you're the boss!" your neice chirped, tapping the england crest on leahs top with her hand making you laugh as your girlfriend grinned up at you.

"nah not the boss, just wear the armband and look after the girls. don't tell anyone but really i just pretend to know what im doing!" leah whispered looking around before grinning at the five year old, ruffling her hair and standing up as the refs appeared ready to walk out.

"now mia you listen to aunty lee when you're out there yeah? and then as soon as you're told to you come right back and meet me here and i'll take us to our seats. okay? no funny business!" you warned, your niece nodding as leah held out her hand, stern look already settled into her features as mia bounced excitedly on her feet.

knowing better than to break leahs professionalism you took a step back, huddling on the edge of the tunnel with the families of the other mascots as the girls walked out.

watching on as mia sang her heart out to the national anthem made your own melt, catching leah almost break her serious facade, some of the other girls chuckling at the unbridled passion from your niece.

it was so fast you might have missed it if you blinked, but you saw the indescribable pride flicker across your girlfriends face as she used the back of her hand to wipe away a single tear, masking it as she clapped and the girls started to disperse.

you smiled as mia raced over to you, babbling on and on as you chuckled, taking her hand and just catching leahs eye. "i love you." you mouthed, a small smile curling into the corners of her mouth as she winked quickly, dropping back into position as you hoisted mia up onto your hip and left to make your ways to your seats.

and you'd never felt prouder.

#woso x reader #woso fanfics #woso #leah williamson x reader #leah williamson #engwnt #woso blurbs #woso imagine

[kamotecue]

Can you do Alessia Russo x WNBA reader (R is famous, like Steph Curry level) I know Alessia is tall but R easily towered over her. Alessia introduces R to her International teammates after R attended one of their match. Lionesses being fan girls, just fluff.

and i thought i was the fan ꕥ a. russo

pairing: alessia russo x reader

summary: the lionesses have only heard of you through ella and of course, your stargirl. other than that, they’ve watched the news—word has it you’re one of the best players in the WBNA despite your young age.

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you hummed as you took your seat at the family and friends section, it was the semi-final match between australia and england.

you were wearing one of alessia’s match worn jerseys, at the same time, you had the colors of the matildas face painted on your face. how could you not support your home country, after all?

you sat by alessia’s mother, carol who pulled you into a tight hug. when she first learned that alessia was dating someone, she was eager to meet the one who stole her daughter’s heart.

“just in time, dear.” the kick off was about to start, you were in line getting a snack, as well as a small glass of beer.

“is less part of the starting line up?” your voice was soft, as you had taken your seat.

“yup, she’s up front.” carol said, she was proud of her daughter and the achievements she made. you looked up front to see alessia, a soft smile made it’s way to your face. she had her game face on, as you chuckled at how cute she looked.

when the kick-off began, you were sitting in your seat analyzing the plays. despite not knowing much about football, you understood the gist of it. the information that alessia would tell you, the offside rule, the var rule and etc.

throughout the whole match, your leg was crossed and you were literally at the edge of your seat, trying not to fall off.

in the first half, ella toone was the first one to make a goal as it was fired across the goal and into the top right corner, making it 0-1. you watched as the fans cheered.

during the half time, you had met fans that supported you through your career. you played fantastically at uconn, also at seattle storm. however, you did get looks from a few football fans, wondering who you were.

not all watched the wnba, but the ones who did knew you were slaying.

“ooooh, kerr with the equalizer.” you said, covering your eyes with your hands but slightly peeking through it.

well done, you hummed. it was a brilliant solo effort, as she ignored fowler who was on the left. the goal was about 25 yards out, if you weren’t mistaken yet it went into the top-left corner.

however, the game quickly game to an end. lauren hemp had scored a goal in the 71st minute, ending the equalizer between the two teams.

you had jumped in joy, when you saw alessia score the winner of the match. just a few minutes before the game had ended, she scored the third point as she fired an angled finish across goal and into the bottom-left corner.

the british fans had cheered, as the australian fans looked devestated. you included, despite wearing an england shirt—you knew how much it meant for the matildas to perhaps win the match.

but there was also expectations, the pressure was too high. you knew as an athlete, you didn’t want to fail.

“go on, then.” carol chuckled, as you looked a bit eager to meet alessia on the sideline. you rushed to the barrier where alessia had pulled you into a hug.

the star striker was quite tall, however you easily towered over her, being 6’2. she wrapped her arms around your waist, as she buried her head in your chest. the black button up coat had covered her face, as you hummed.

she felt your chest vibrate as she pulled away only to give you a toothy grin.

“less, i believe it’s time for you to introduce us.” lotte teased the striker as she flushed a bit red, you chuckled at her reaction before pulling away from her.

“i’m y/n l/n, alessia’s girlfriend.” you introduced, giving her your hand for her to shake, to which she did with a soft smile.

“y/n l/n? as in the australian basketball star?” lucy asked, as you gave her a small nod.

“less!—do you know who you’re dating? she’s considered basketball royalty.” bronze exclaimed as you snickered at her reaction.

“some people say that she’s the best player.” ella teased, as alessia playfully glared at her bestfriend.

“not the best, perhaps one of the best. but it’s always the hard work i put into training.” you commented.

you spent a few minutes literally chatting with the lionesses, the fans were filming the interaction between stars and a (basketball) star. it was a scene, as a few of them had watched your games.

mainly lotte as she would watch your college games, with a few of her friends.

#alessia russo #alessia russo imagine #alessia russo x reader #lionesses x reader #engwnt x reader #woso imagine #woso x reader #woso one shot

[sspookyspoonss]

I know nothing about Doctor Who except what friends occasionally excitedly tell me. I am also bored. Here is an undoubtably factual explanation of each of the ‘new?’ Doctors:

Doctor…. Who??????:

I know nothing about this guy. Nobody I know talks about Christopher Eccleston nor have I caught wind of any internet discussion. My conclusion is there is a conspiracy to not talk about him for no reason other than the fandom got bored and thought it would be funny. I think this Doctor would like to go to football matches and would get very upset if the team he likes doesn’t win. You would probably randomly meet him at a pub and would have a nice chat with him, however, he’d take you back to the Tardis and you would most likely die via Dalek plunger (a thing I am informed they can kill you with). I also think he would like watching reality TV, he gives of that vibe.

Tumblr Doctor:

The internet likes this guy. David Tennant is cool, so I understand. I think this is ‘wibbly wobbly timey wimey’ guy so I am inclined to think that he also says things like ‘milkys’ and ‘dindins’ to his friends. Even if he is not ‘timey wimey’ guy I still think he still would say ‘milkys’ and the like, gives off that vibe.

He has some angst to do with a woman. I’m not sure why but I’m guessing it’s to do with Thomas Edison. The Doctor knows he stole most of his inventions because he can time travel and saw it happen, not stopping him is one of the Doctor’s greatest failures, however, his lady friend is a victim of the British Education system and thinks otherwise. They break up over it, angst ensues, Thomas Edison has ruined someone else’s life even after he’s dead.

‘I don’t like this guy’ Doctor:

I do not like this Doctor, worst one. Nothing against Matt Smith or his performance, I’m sure it was brilliant, I’ve seen that Van Gough clip and it made me cry 10/10. More importantly than that however, my supposed childhood best friend who was actually just bullying and manipulating me said he was her favourite so I look at him and remember I wasted my childhood with her. He can make it up to me if he time travels and gets child me a better friend. Then he will be the best Doctor.

He or Tumblr Doctor has a wife????? I think???? I’m not sure but which one it is but because of my bias I’m saying it’s this guy. I know it’s dodgy because of time travel so he needs to go to space jail (or as Tumblr Doctor probably calls it, the ‘Naughty Step’). I’m assuming they also have a child, making every reincarnation of the Doctor from here on out a deadbeat who needs to pay A LOT of child support. That is why he regenerated, so he could avoid paying it, ‘Court can’t prove I’m the Dad if I don’t have his face.’ Arsehole.

Screwdriver scandal TM Doctor:

He looks like a nice guy. This Doctor would sit you down and give you a therapy session after you nearly get killed by a Weeping Angel. I would like having a talk with him, it would be nice. I feel like he is the most well adjusted Doctor, although that could just be Peter Capaldi’s immaculate vibes. This Doctor pays his taxes. He doesn’t like Paddington Bear for some reason. Due to his well adjustedness, I am lead to believe the twist in Paddington 3 is that Paddington is The Master (who I think is a villain) and will go on a rampage across London, turning people into Marmalade. It will be up to the Doctor and the family I’ve forgotten the name of, to stop him. This would also provide an explanation for why the Mum’s actor has changed, to fix Paddingtons mess they had to time travel which led to the Dad marrying a different woman.

He threw away the Sonic Screwdriver apparently. Previously mentioned childhood best friend complained to no end about it to me. Knowing fanbases other people were also likely very upset, I’m guessing it felt like it did to me when Luke Skywalker chucked his lightsaber over his shoulder in The Last Jedi. I also think Screwdrivergate is a tragedy because they didn’t take the opportunity to replace the Screwdriver with another, even sillier, Sonic _______. I suggest either a Sonic Scented Candle or a Sonic Keyring. Alas, it was not to be.

‘WOMAN AAAAAAAAAAAAA’ Doctor:

People don’t like her because woman. People also don’t like her because of bad writing. Last time I checked, neither of these are Jodie Whittaker’s fault. I don’t have much to say about her except my new, (actually great this time) friend who likes Doctor Who has an emotional reaction every time she is brought up. Genuine sadness and disappointment in my friends eyes. I suggest that this means this is a fantastic Doctor, to the point it is art. A sign of good art is something that garners a strong emotional reaction. Despair at the state of the franchise and societies misogyny may not have been the intention, but a strong reaction is incurred nonetheless, so success, this is art now.

‘Guess Who’s back!’ Doctor:

Erm, not sure how in canon this works but David Tennant seems to be having a nice time so it’s good. The alternative name for this Doctor is ‘Production Budget Doctor’ because from the ends of episodes I’ve seen (I watch Strictly Come Dancing because ooo pretty dresses and it’s on after) the Tardis looks very fancy and like it’s from a big budget film. Coffee also got spilled on it which is funny because it messed the Tardis up, meaning not even the technology of a near God can withstand dumbass humans with liquids. Hilarious. Also, an apt metaphor for many things.

In conclusion: I’m sorry for any brain damage caused to the good members of the Doctor Who fanbase who read this. Have a nice day.



#apologies #doctor who #bbc #david tennant #matt smith #jodie whittaker #peter capaldi #christopher eccleston #ninth doctor #tenth doctor #eleventh doctor #twelfth doctor #thirteenth doctor #fourteenth doctor

[its-time-to-write]

Hi!! I’ve got a request that I’ve been thinking of for a while (but if you don’t vibe with it, that’s cool). I’m imagining something after the S1 Richmond vs Man City game, where Jamie goes to reader for comfort, both because his dad sucks (obviously) but also because like? Jamie’s football hero got badly injured and will probably never play again because he tackled Jamie? I just feel like Jamie would be upset and think Roy’s retirement is partially his fault.

😎

you don’t want to know me

It’s fucking late. 

It’s fucking late and you’re still awake.

It’s always like this after a Man City game, and it’s been like this since they signed Jamie Tartt. You’ve been friends for ages, always running in the same circles. Your friendship of proximity has now turned into a real friendship, although you hadn’t seen him since he was loaned to Richmond. 

You’d been at the game, because you never missed a match. Man City was your team ever since you moved to Manchester and you have to say, it was weird to see Jamie. You were proud of him for making the extra pass because it was different than how he had been playing, and a brilliant move to rely on his team. The only thing you didn’t like was thinking about why Jamie played selfishly. You just hope James Tartt, Sr. is far, far away from Manchester, from the match, and from Jamie. 

You settle into your bed with the lights dimmed, ready for a long, sleepless night. 

You’ve been staring at the plant on your dresser for so long that it’s starting to look distorted. You sigh and think about Jamie again. A branch taps your window and you groan. Fucking wind.

You roll over and it taps again with more insistence. It sounds like little rocks. 

You remember you don’t have a tree outside your window and you bolt up. You flip off the lights and pull the curtains back to reveal Jamie Tartt throwing stones at the glass like you’re teenagers again. You turn the light back on and give him a one second motion.

You hurry downstairs, turning the light on in the living room as you go, and unlock your front door. Jamie stands in the porch light, so different from the last time you saw him. He says, “Can I come in?” so you move aside.

He’s just standing awkwardly in your kitchen, still in his Man City tracksuit. His hair is slicked down and you have the urge to run your fingers through it to muss it a little. Make him look how he used to.

“D’you- d’you want something to eat?” you ask and he’s a little taken aback. You wonder who’s been taking care of him, if anyone. He gives you a little half nod, and you wordlessly point to the couch. He sits there stiffly as you pull out a plate and some leftovers, and put them in the microwave. You silently hand the plate to Jamie and sit on the couch next to him.

He’s not in a talking mood and neither are you, necessarily, but you’re absolutely sure he hasn’t actually talked to anyone in ages. Georgie has stopped mentioning him so much so you figure he must not be calling her anymore. That’s why you bite the bullet and say, “It was your dad, wasn’t it?”

Jamie nods.

“And seeing Roy Kent injured, too, right?”

He nods again and puts down the fork.

“I mean, he’s a dick and all, and he fucking hates me, but his poster was on my wall. He was my hero. And I fucking- I fucking injured him. It was my fault. He was chasing me down and he tackled, and broke his fuckin’ knee. And then me dad-” Jamie can’t speak for a minute. “He was just there, and he said a bunch of shit and pushed me around. Felt like a kid again.”

It’s funny. This isn’t the first time Jamie’s showed up like this, but it’s the first time in his Premier League career. You wonder why he chose now.

You choose silence, taking the plate from him and setting it on the coffee table. You unzip his jacket and help him shrug it off, then give into the urge to mess up his hair. You move your hands slowly toward his head and he flinches the tiniest bit. His hair is crunchy and he needs a shower, but you think he needs human contact first.

There’s nothing you can say to make this better, so you choose to say something that won’t make it worse. 

“Do you want to spend the night?”

Jamie looks up at you with that same surprised look, breaking your heart a little.

“You have to shower first,” you warn. “I just washed my sheets.”

Jamie nods. 

“C’mon,” you say, standing up with his hand in yours. “I’ll show you where the bathroom is.”

Jamie leaves his jacket on the couch as he follows you. You’d sell your soul for this boy, and you think maybe he knows it. You’ve been in love with him for the longest time and sometimes you could almost convince yourself he felt the same way.

You were really convincing in times like these.

“Alright. Here’s the shower, it should have everything you need. Extra towel’s right behind the door.” 

You turn to leave, but Jamie tightens his grip on your hand.

“Stay,” he pleads. “I’m not tryin’ anything, I just hate showering alone. You can sit on the sink for all I care, I just can’t be fucking alone.”

You won’t refuse him. You nod and he slips behind the shower curtain, throwing his clothes over the top and onto the floor.

He’s not in there long and doesn’t say much, just asks you to throw a towel over.

You go to your room to give him some privacy and sit on the bed until Jamie appears in your doorway. He’s in his Man City track pants and no shirt, damp hair falling in his face. 

You ask, “Do you want the left side?” and Jamie nods, so you move to get under the covers and pat the bed. Jamie slides under the sheets, smelling like lavender. You’d think you would both be stiff and awkward, but you’re not. You’re pulled to each other like magnets, like gravity. That’s why you wrap your arms around each other and thread your legs together. 

“I love you,” Jamie murmurs.

“I know, Jaim,” you whisper.

“No. I mean it. Always meant to say something, but I figured we’d end up together eventually. All the times I showed up at your door, even as kids, I wanted to tell you. I was too fucking scared you didn’t feel the same way, but I don’t give a shit anymore. Life’s short. I need you to know.”

You brush a strand of hair out of his eyes. “You really think I’d let you in my bed if I didn’t love you?”

Jamie snuggles closer to you and you’re going to have a lot of things to talk about. For now, though, you’re going to get some fucking sleep.

#jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt fanfiction #jamie tartt imagine #jamie tartt x y/n #jamie tartt x you #jamie tartt #ted lasso

[lucybronzey]

Lucy Bronze x Aussie reader don't mined mabye they have a kid together and reader put the kid in a aussie top and shows lucy and the lioness. Don't mind. Thank you 😊

the matildas' littlest fan - lucy bronze

pairing: lucy bronze x fem!reader warnings: none

author’s note: so sorry if it’s something you expected! i used to learn aussie slang when i was a massive 5sos fan but i have forgotten it but hopefully it’s readable 🩷

The sun had just begun to dip below the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow over the coastal city of Sydney. In a cosy apartment overlooking the beach, Y/N was preparing dinner for her family. She had always been a passionate fan of women's football and the highlight of her day was watching her favourite player, Lucy Bronze, in action. Little did she know that her life was about to take an unexpected turn.

As Y/N stirred a pot of bubbling spaghetti sauce, her partner Lucy emerged from their living room, cradling their eleven-month-old son, Finn, in her arms. Lucy had a smile that could light up the room, her striking green eyes shimmering with happiness. She gently passed Finn to Y/N and her heart swelled with love as she held her precious son.

"Hey there, my lovely bubby," Y/N cooed, planting a gentle kiss on his tiny forehead. "Did Mummy wear you out today?"

Lucy chuckled and joined Y/N at the kitchen island.

"He can be a handful, that's for sure. But I wouldn't have it any other way."

Y/N and Lucy had met during the Women's World Cup a few years ago. Y/N was a dedicated fan of the Matildas, and Lucy, a star of the England national team, had instantly caught her eye. Fate had brought them together when they crossed paths at a post-match celebration. Sparks flew, and the rest, as they say, was history.

Over time, their love deepened and they decided to start a family. They had chosen to settle down in Australia, blending their two worlds together in a beautiful way. Y/N was thrilled to have Lucy and Finn by her side every day.

As dinner simmered on the stove, Y/N placed Finn in his high chair and fastened the Matildas bib around his chubby neck. She couldn't help but marvel at how much he resembled his mother, with his blond hair and big blue eyes. As she spoon-fed him his pureed vegetables, she couldn't help but dream about the future.

"You know, Lucy," Y/N began, "I can't wait to take Finn to his first Matildas match. I want him to grow up knowing how amazing ladies are and how they can shape the future. We need to teach him from an early age."

Lucy's eyes sparkled with pride and she leaned over to plant a loving kiss on Y/N's cheek.

"That sounds perfect, Y/N. I can't wait to see our little guy in Matildas gear, cheering for you and your team. Obviously, we are not forgetting the Lionesses kit when we are playing against some other team."

Y/N grinned and gently wiped Finn's mouth. "I've got something I think you will like too," she said mysteriously, reaching under the kitchen island and pulling out another Matildas shirt she had kept away from Lucy, for a banter.

Lucy's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Where did you find that?"

Y/N explained that she had ordered it online, secretly planning to surprise Lucy with it. She had been waiting for the perfect moment, and it seemed like now was the right time.

Lucy held the shirt in her hands, her fingers tracing the Matildas logo. She was touched by Y/N's thoughtful gesture.

"This is incredible and hilarious at the same time, my love. Finn will look properly handsome in this!"

Y/N chuckled. "I thought it might be a nice way to introduce him to his Aussie heritage. And maybe, just maybe, we can convince some of the Lionesses to come watch a Matildas game with us."

Lucy's face lit up with excitement. "That would be brilliant! I can't wait to share that experience with our little family."

As dinner wound down, Finn grew sleepy and Y/N took him to his nursery for bedtime. Lucy watched them go with a contented smile, realizing that she had found her forever home with Y/N and Finn.

In the dimly lit nursery, Y/N rocked Finn gently, singing a lullaby. She couldn't help but feel a deep sense of gratitude for the life they had built together. Finn's tiny hand clutched onto her finger and she knew that, no matter what, their love would continue to grow and flourish.

Back in the living room, Lucy gazed out of the window at the shimmering ocean, lost in her own thoughts. She had never imagined that her journey would lead her to this beautiful corner of the world, where love and family had become the most precious things in her life.

With a heart full of love and anticipation, Lucy knew that the adventure of raising Finn with Y/N was only just beginning. Together, they would create countless memories, share their love for football and celebrate the unity of their two worlds. And in that moment, as the sun set over the Sydney skyline, she couldn't have asked for anything more.

As weeks turned into months, Lucy and Y/N continued to nurture their son, watching him grow and discover the world around him. Finn was an adorable bundle of curiosity, his bright eyes full of wonder at every new experience. He would gurgle and giggle as he watched his parents play football in the backyard, inspiring dreams of his own future on the pitch.

One evening, as the family gathered around the television to watch a Matildas match, Lucy couldn't help but think about their plans to attend a live game. The Matildas were scheduled to play an important friendly match against the USA Women's National Team and it was the perfect opportunity for Finn to experience the excitement of the stadium.

Y/N had managed to secure tickets and the anticipation was building. They knew that the match would be a spectacle, a showcase of top-tier women's football talent. And to make it even more special, Y/N had heard that some of the Lionesses were in Australia during their break from the international calendar.

The day of the match finally arrived, and the family couldn't contain their excitement. They dressed Finn in his Matildas shirt and he looked utterly adorable, a tiny supporter of the Australian team. With a Matildas flag in hand, Y/N, Lucy and little Finn made their way to the stadium, joining the sea of green and gold-clad fans.

The atmosphere was electric, with fans from both sides passionately cheering on their respective teams. The Matildas played brilliantly, showcasing their skills and determination. Although Finn did not understand a thing, Lucy and Y/N were seeing Finn's emotions being captivated by the action on the pitch, his eyes following the players' moves.

During halftime, as Y/N took Finn to the concourse for a quick diaper change, they crossed paths with a few familiar faces. It was a group of Lionesses - Leah Williamson, Jordan Nobbs and Keira Walsh - who were enjoying the game as spectators. Lucy recognised them from her time with the England national team and she couldn't resist striking up a conversation.

"Luce, you absolute silly sausage!" Leah exclaimed with a smile. "Glad to see you here! I see you have brought the whole fam here? Little Finn and of course, the gorgeous Y/N!"

Lucy beamed with pride as she introduced Finn to her former teammates. "Yes, haha - we have our little own Matildas supporter. group here as you all know and remember that Y/N is born and bred here. We couldn't miss this match and it's a fantastic opportunity for FInn to experience the excitement of women's football from such a young age."

The Lionesses were delighted to meet Finn and hugged Lucy and Y/N. They chatted about the game, exchanged stories and posed for photos with Finn, making it a memorable experience for the young family.

When they returned to their seats for the second half, Lucy couldn't help but feel the warmth of the football community and the unity that transcended borders. They watched the remainder of the match, filled with a renewed appreciation for the sport they loved.

As the final whistle blew, and the Matildas celebrated their victory, Finn clapped his tiny hands, as if he knew that he had just witnessed something special. Lucy and Y/N shared a look of joy and gratitude, knowing that they were creating a lifetime of memories for their son and cementing his love for the beautiful game.

And in that moment, with the cheers of the crowd ringing in their ears, Lucy and Y/N couldn't have asked for anything more. Their journey as a family, built on love, football and unity, was just beginning and they couldn't wait to see where it would take them next.

link to my paypal (voluntary help!)

#mine #read #lucy bronze x reader #lucy bronze x aussie reader #lucy bronze imagine #lucy bronze one shot #lionesses #england #engwnt #lionesses x reader #australia #wsl 23/24 #liga f #woso community #woso x reader #woso fanfics #woso imagine #womens football

[seeminglyranch87]

Taylor & Travis Timeline

December 2023 - part 1

December 1 - Taylor and Travis attend Christmas Party at a pop-up bar wearing matching Christmas sweaters featuring squirrels - or should we say "squirle"? IYKYK. (x) Kansas City

Twitter April 2011 - Travis

IG Halloween Oct. 2021 - Taylor

December 2 - Travis arrives ahead of Chiefs v Packers Game, Green Bay, WI

December 3 - Chiefs v Packers, Lambeau Field, Green Bay, Wisconsin. Defeated 19 - 27

Taylor attends the game bringing Brittany Mahomes & Lyndsay Bell with her on her jet. They return to KC immediately after the game.

December 5 - Taylor seen out for dinner with Jack Antonoff in NYC

December 6 - Taylor Swift is announced as TIME Person of the Year - 2023 (x) This is a brilliant article - go check it out!

Most recently, she’s been dating the NFL star Travis Kelce, as has been well documented when she attends his games. “I don’t know how they know what suite I’m in,” she says. “There’s a camera, like, a half-mile away, and you don’t know where it is, and you have no idea when the camera is putting you in the broadcast, so I don’t know if I’m being shown 17 times or once.” She is sensitive to the attention that’s put on her when she shows up. “I’m just there to support Travis,” she says. “I have no awareness of if I’m being shown too much and pissing off a few dads, Brads, and Chads.”

I point out that it’s a net positive for the NFL to have a few Swifties watching. “Football is awesome, it turns out,” Swift says playfully. “I’ve been missing out my whole life.” (A game she attended in October was the most-watched Sunday show since the Super Bowl.)

“This all started when Travis very adorably put me on blast on his podcast, which I thought was metal as hell,” she says. “We started hanging out right after that. So we actually had a significant amount of time that no one knew, which I’m grateful for, because we got to get to know each other. By the time I went to that first game, we were a couple. I think some people think that they saw our first date at that game? We would never be psychotic enough to hard launch a first date.” The larger point, for her, is that there’s nothing to hide. “When you say a relationship is public, that means I’m going to see him do what he loves, we’re showing up for each other, other people are there and we don’t care,” she says. “The opposite of that is you have to go to an extreme amount of effort to make sure no one knows that you’re seeing someone. And we’re just proud of each other.”

Taylor attends the premiere of "Poor Things" in support of friend Emma Stone, Rockefeller Center, NYC. Taylor sat with Laura Dern, Suki Waterhouse and Robert Pattinson

December 8 - Taylor seen out with Selena Gomez, Zöe Kravitz, Cara Delevingne, Anya Taylor-Joy in NYC

Go to December 2023 part 2

Return to the timeline

#squirle #squirrel #taylor swift #taylor and travis #travis kelce #87 and 89 #taylor swift and travis kelce #traylor #killatrav #seemingly ranch #timeline #87 + 13 = 100 #tayvis #taylor and travis timeline

[skatesnstuff]

country lovin' ~ l. fantilli

summary: she's always loved country music, he was raised by two country haters. what could go wrong when he's dragged to the local country bar and sees her in her element?

a.n. i have no idea where this is coming from. call it the alberta girl in me but god have i grown to love country music. as always, this is completely self indulgent, so enjoy my dr pepper fueled rants about luca, loves <3

this was the opposite of what luca had in mind for a fun saturday night. he was thinking a drink at skeeps, maybe some bowling if they weren't feeling a bar. the last place he expected to be dragged to was this dingy country bar just outside the city, guys in boots and jeans and girls in those tiny denim shorts and short tank tops screaming 'here for the party' at the top of their lungs. most of the guys had found someone to pursue, most of the girls counting themselves lucky to be hit on by the hockey guys in their matching cowboy hats.

except for luca. the sophomore was nursing a beer and basically throwing daggers at rutger with his eyes from across the bar. it had been rut's brilliant idea to check this place out and now that they were here, luca couldn't wait to leave. he was tired of watching rut and his girlfriend two-step, wanted to throw up every time ethan made another girl laugh. it didn't help that he hadn't seen one girl he wanted to talk to.

"you look bored out of your mind." he looked over and almost fell out of his chair. the girl who spoke was sporting an amused smirk, hair pulled up out of her face. she had those goddamn shorts on and a tank top that read 'gas, grass, or ass: no one rides for free' that was just a little shorter than it should've been. he could feel himself eager to talk to her, to know who she was.

"i'm not much of a country guy."

she quirks an eyebrow. "no? funny, you seemed to really be enjoying yourself."

his laughter comes easily, trying not to notice how she slides closer to him when he speaks next. "it's not that bad, i guess. i was just raised to hate it so i don't know if i could ever truly like it. plus i'm a terrible dancer and that seems to be what everyone's doing."

he knows he's fucked when she holds out her hand. "i'll teach you. i've known how to two-step since i was a toddler, city boy, you won't have a chance to embarrass yourself if you follow my lead."

he takes her hand, allowing her to pull him up off his seat and towards the dance floor. he flips dylan off when he wolf whistles but it just makes the girl in front of him laugh loudly. once they're on the dance floor she turns to him, guiding his hand to her waist and putting his other in hers.

'big green tractor' starts to play, making a soft smile play on her lips while she guides him through the movements. it's a slow song and it lets him pull her closer, gaining a bit of confidence as he realizes just how easy it is. they introduce themselves to each other, quietly talking about basically anything under the sun while one song passes, then two. he learns that she's from tennessee, her favourite colour is lavender, that she loves football and has three older brothers. he tells her about hockey, his brother, his favourite restaurants around ann arbour.

they’re sat at a table after their dancing, still talking. his hand has made it’s way to her waist and hers is tangled in his free one, and they’re so close luca knows he could just shift a little and get her lips on his.

“what’re you thinking about, lu?”

his mouth shifts in a small smile. “‘m thinking about you, of course.”

she blushes lightly and stands. “i need a drink. do you want anything?”

he nods, giving her his drink order and laughing lightly when she takes his hat off his head and places it on her own before sauntering up to the bar.

“dude, you are so getting laid tonight.”

luca rolls his eyes at ethan as he comes up to the table. “i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

he narrowly dodges a smack to the head. “hey! what the fuck was that for?”

“there’s a rule, dumbass.” ethan sighs when luca stares at him blankly, tapping his own cowboy hat. “wear the hat, ride the cowboy.”

luca’s eyes widen in realization, turning his gaze to his the girl at the bar. “you really think that’s what she wants?”

ethan’s mouth tilts up. “i think so. i also know it’s what you want, you’ve been practically drooling over her all night.” this time ethan dodges a smack as he laughs and walks away.

“what was that all about?” she asks as she comes back over, handing him his drink and sliding in beside him again. he shakes his head, wrapping his arm around her waist and tugging her closer. “nothin’. hey, do you want to get out of here?”

her eyes widen as they turn on him. “yes. do you?”

he nods, adjusting the hat on her head. “wear the hat, ride the cowboy, yeah? i think you should own up to your rule.”

her mouth tilts to the side in a smirk. “well i’m nothing if not a rule follower, city boy.”

a.n. part two anyone?? spicy part two maybe 😏 also yeah i just wanna see luca in a cowboy hat, what about it?

#hockey #hockey imagines #nhl imagines #hockey blurb #luca fantilli #luca fantilli x reader #luca fantilli blurb #save a horse....

[alwritey-aphrodite]

Collecting seashells with Jamie please?

2023 Summer Blurbs

Being able to take a vacation with Jamie was a rare gift. Normally, when your days off finally matched up with each other, you were both so exhausted and overworked that you just spent your break lounging around the house doing absolutely nothing. This time, though, Jamie was determined for the two of you to go on a proper vacation, one where you needed to pack bags and travel for hours on end.

He’d landed on a small beach town along the coast, and he was all too happy to play the whole trip out for you.

“All you have to do is pack,” he’d told you with a grin, and while you were a little bit worried and didn’t know what to expect, you trusted Jamie more than anything.

Unsurprisingly, the trip was wonderful, Jamie having planned everything perfectly to make your first true vacation together a memorable one. It was the perfect balance of relaxing and exciting, and by the last day you’re feeling rejuvenated and ready to head back to the city, but you also never want to leave.

Vacation Jamie is just another type of wonderful, somehow making your fabulous boyfriend even more perfect with his gorgeous floppy hair and those stunning thighs of his on display all day long in his swim trunks. He seemed happier, more relaxed than back in London, but you can tell he’s antsy to get back to football and you know this vacation’s just going to make him even better on the pitch because he’s finally had time to really relax.

“D’you mind if we head back to the beach?” Jamie asks as the two of you pack up the hotel room, preparing for your trip back to London, “I promised mum I’d bring her back a seashell.”

“Of course,” you reply, because you’re looking for any excuse to spend more time at the beach you’ve come to love and because you’d do anything for Georgie.

There are plenty of shells on the beach, but Jamie has been carefully inspecting each and every one of them, trying to find something perfect to bring home for his mom. You have your own handful of shells, a mixture of ones you thought were pretty and ones Jamie had discarded but you knew he’d regret leaving behind fully.

It’s been almost an hour of hunting for the perfect seashells when Jamie finally speaks up, breaking the monotonous noise of the waves crashing on the shoreline and your idle chatter.

“My mum used to take me here when I was lad, just me and her,” and it’s all he says but then everything makes sense, the destination and the determination to find something perfect for her.

“Maybe we can find a little jar, fill it with all sorts of shells for her,” you offer, because you know Jamie would spend the next few weeks beating himself up if he wasn’t able to find something he thought was perfect enough for his mom, even though the both of you know she’d be happy with anything he gave her because it came from him, and he looks at you like you’ve created the ocean yourself.

“That’s a fucking brilliant idea,” he says with that smile you love so much before his shoulders relax and he starts gathering shells in his hands. You’re going to need a large jar, but you don’t mind because it just means you get to spend more time with Jamie on the most relaxing vacation of your life.

#jamie tartt #jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt x you #jamie tartt fanfiction #jamie tartt fic #jamie tartt fluff #ted lasso #ted lasso fanfiction #2023 summer blurbs

[gassyandnasty]

The Jock Formula - Flashback

Andrew had complicated days before. Wedgies, wet willies and swirlies were the tip of the iceberg of all the torture he had to endure, he thought after school things would get better, but studying on the same campus with the most gross frat ever was a challenge, and being an easy target was even worse, nor his flail arms or his whimp friends could help him out.

That's why George came up with the 'jock formula', there was no escape. But his research led to peculiar ingredients, some were easy to find, but others…

George had the brilliant idea to sneak in the locker room and collect some of their sweat, but they were having a match, so all of the gear was being used, and the sweat was being produced.

"I have been observing them for a while now, nobody uses this and that locker, let's stay in there and wait for them to come back. They always forget dirty socks and… underwear, but those have enough material to the formula… at least I believe" George planned.

"What if they discover us?" asked Andrew.

"They won't. A football team is loud enough, nobody will hear anything, and… they are so dumb." Underestimated George.

"I know… It's just… if they spot us, we are screwed."

"Everything will come to plan… now shush, because the match is almost finished, soon they will come."

And with a loud bang, all the football team came loud and obnoxious into the locker room. Soon a strong smell invaded their space, too much sweat and testosterone in the air. Andrew observed them through the cracks of the door, all stood proud, bulging muscles everywhere, true alphas... but one contrasted out of the bunch: Josh.

Josh was a true UNIT of a man. Dark hair covered his face and many parts of his body, that looked like it was sculpted by a god: defined biceps, back and abs, his pecs appeared to be made of stone, bulging out of every shirt he put on, while his legs could sustain an empire, huge thighs and two mounds of the plumpest ass Andrew has ever seen. On top of that, he got an intimidating and charming look at the same time, where he passed, you could hear people swoon over him. If the "jock formula" worked, he would be happy to be even a third of all this.

"Alright guys, let's pack it up" Josh's voice boomed through all the room. "Got so much gear that I need another locker."

Andrew spine freezed, what if he picked his? There was no way to run, and being locked with a bunch of stinky jocks was proving to be lethal. While he gazed through the cracks, he spoted George trying to collect some drops of sweat on the floor while they weren't looking. He sneaked a syringe by the cracks of his locker while Josh was looking for a place to put the rest of his gear.

The scene was terrifying. The overpowering lights reflected on the white tiles and camouflaged the transparent syringe, but what George couldn't see is that Josh was approaching, and when he least expected, the syringe was crushed by Josh's heavy feet.

"Yo! what is this?" Josh questioned as he stepped on something. He noticed that the syringe found it's way back to the locker and asked: "Hey! Who's in there?" he complemented with a powerful kick in the door, making everyone pay attention to what was happening.

All of the boys turned their eyes to the locker George was in, and he was in MAD trouble now.

"What is that, dude? Chill" Sal said. Andrew knew this voice too well. Sal was a very famous playboy, he got all the chicks with his 'latin spice', as his tanned skin and eternal smirk were fine additions to his perfect body. One of Andrew's nerdy friends said that his gas was fiery, and burned his eyebrows once.

"Maybe it's just another of the rival team's prank" added Jongho, the new exchange school guy. He came from Korea and quickly got along with them cause he is so good at everything: best grades, top athlete and a very toned body. This time Andrew seen himself, as he tried to share some thoughts on math class, and was greeted with the longest belch he ever heard of.

But his thoughts were interrupted when Josh's threatened the locker again. "Reveal yourself or I'll rip the door out!"

Slowly, George surrended and opened the door. He was even wearing a lab coat, accessorized by his big glasses and slicked back hair. He was truly ridiculous. He was greeted with a choir of laughs by all the sides of the room, George was almost pissing himself.

Andrew thanked God it wasn't him in that place, but George pretty much asked for it. He could have waited till they left the room, and now...

"Oh, look what we have here!" Josh teased, ensuring more laugh by the other boys. "Taking notes, loser?"

"Ugh...I was... hiding from P.E...erm..." George didn't know what to say. He couldn't give away about the formula, but the broken pieces of the syringe on the floor pointed out that he was doing more than hide.

"Huh, I see..." Josh inspects, and spots the puddle of sweat that George was trying to collect from. He connects the dots, syringe, lab coats, samples... He didn't get to any conclusion cause he is too dumb for that, but it was sufficient to pick on the nerd for anything he was doing.

"Were you trying to do experiments with us? Where are those samples going, huh?" Josh intimidates, through the gap of the door, the Andrew could only see his toned legs towering over George.

"No, no, those were my homework... It got nothing to do with-" George was trying to explain himself as he was cut of by the alpha jock:

"Nothing on that bullshit, nerd." Josh said as he turned around. Now he was facing Andrew, the tiny locker that George was hidden was on the bottom line, so Josh started to bend over.

"Why don't you collect this sample?" Josh teased as he put his ass inside the locker George was. Andrew saw him scrunching up his face and clench his fist, with a loud grunt, Josh released hell on George's face.

"HNNGG... PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT"

That has got to be the most powerful fart Andrew ever witnessed. Even if it was inside the locker, was loud and clear, so deep that even vibrated the locker walls. It simply exploded for so long that Josh's veins were bulging out for forcing it, and on a final wet note, his ultimate demonstration of power ended.

"Aaaaaah, god DAMN! That was a monster! Don't you think, nerd-" Josh sighed in relief after almost exploding the room, and is surprised by the sight of George completely passed out.

"Haha, couldn't even that take, loser?" Josh worked up a huge wad of spit and fired on George's uncouscious face, making all of the jocks laugh and high five him.

"King! King! King! King! King" his friends chanted, while they got out of there. One day, Andrew wanted to be 'King' too.

And boy, it STANK. The pungent smell invaded Andrew's nostrils like no other, and he carefully got out of his locker to help his friend. He came next to him and his situation was miserable. But out of all that humiliation, Andrew collected the spit that was covering all of Josh's face so they could proceed with the formula.

When Andrew tried to get his friend out of the locker, he noticed that George indeed pissed himself.

#jock #male farts #muscles #dumbing down #thejockformula #male biceps #male pecs #male butt

[player1064]

Literally obsessed with the ask fics you’ve been doing, thank you 🥰 my suggestion to throw in is something on Jamie being whipped as hell…. I just love that as a concept and the latest STF where Gary’s instinct is to demand he provide him with clothing alternatives made me think of it hehe… like something regarding everyone knowing Jamie’s basically at his beck and call

JAMIE! IS! SO! WHIPPED!!!!! this is honestly such a core part of my carraville belief system anyway like ngl I do try sprinkle a bit of it into most of my fics so YES I loved writing this!!!

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“Alright guys, we’ve got a fifteen minute break and then I need you all back in your seats,” a producer calls out once they’ve cut to the match.

Immediately, everyone on the set of Monday Night Football starts bustling around, setting up equipment or wandering over to the craft table for something to eat or drink.

Jamie rushes off without a word, and David stands up to do the same but ends up hovering awkwardly next to the desk when Gary doesn’t move from his seat, just gets his iPad out from under and starts to type furiously on the little bluetooth keyboard.

“You’re not coming for a coffee?”

“Huh?” Gary blinks up at him. “Oh, no, Carra’ll get me one.”

David gives Gary a disbelieving look but goes off to get his own refreshments anyway. By the time he gets back, Jamie’s wordlessly setting a mug down next to Gary’s elbow, along with a couple of custard creams. He doesn’t wait for Gary to acknowledge him (which he doesn’t), just sits back down in his seat and starts scrolling on his phone, glancing up across the desk with a smug smile when Gary picks up the mug to take a sip.

*

“Where the fuck is Jamie?” Gary asks as he whirls around Sky studios lobby, not stopping for long enough for anyone to actually respond. “James! James, you twat, where are ya, I ‘ave to be back in Manchester for five, can’t believe you’re makin’ me wait –”

“Alright, alright, keep your tits on,” Jamie says as he rushes in, coat only half pulled on. “Jesus, it’s your fault I’m late, y’know. You left your airpods in the dressing room, I ‘ad to go back and get them ‘fore I was stuck with your whining for the next four hour.”

Gary frowns, pats his pockets, then looks at Jamie bewildered when he finds nothing. Jamie drops the case into his hands.

“How’d you even –” he starts, but Jamie’s already hurrying towards the waiting car.

*

“I always get so hungry while we’re commentating, wish there was a – a runner, or somethin’, who could go get us some snacks.”

Jamie, who’d been about to start saying something into his mic, shoots Gary a glare and then starts raving about brilliant possession. While he’s talking, though, he uses his foot to push his bag out from under his seat and towards Gary, gives him a little kick in the ankle for emphasis.

When Gary opens the bag there’s a few packets of hula hoops, some chocolate bars, a packet of wine gums, a couple of apples which he studiously ignores, and some granola bars. He grabs a few things so that he doesn’t have to go rummaging again later, then holds out one of the chocolate bars to Jamie.

Jamie glances at the offering and shakes his head, waves it away. “Not big on sweets, am I?” he says once he’s put his microphone down.

*

“Jamie – Jamie, can you c’mere for a second?” asks Gary, waving him over to where he’s stood talking to Wrighty.

Jamie gets up from his seat and walks aver, looks between the two of them expectantly. “Yeah?”

Gary reaches up to pluck the glasses from his face, which gets almost no reaction from Jamie beyond a surprised blink when Gary’s hand first approaches him.

“See, Wrighty, look at this,” Gary says, as if Jamie were nothing more than a mannequin. “He’s way blinder than you or me, I dunno how ‘e’s not always crashing into things when he’s not got them on.”

“I think you’re right, check out the magnification on these things!”

*

“Ugh, Jesus, what kind of place only takes cash?” Roy complains, searching through his pockets to no avail. “And to only tell you after they’ve made your order, now I just look like a prick. Do either of you boys have any notes?”

Gary and Jamie both say no, and Roy’s about to turn back and go to the counter to tell this poor teenager that he can’t buy the food after all, when Gary squints at Jamie suspiciously then holds up a finger to say hold on to Roy.  

 “Shame, that, ‘cause them sandwiches look really good. An’ I only had a piece of toast at breakfast.”

“Not my fault you’ve not been grocery shopping in two weeks,” Jamie says, rolling his eyes. At the same time, though, he’s reaching into the pocket of his jeans for his wallet, pulling out a ten pound note and handing it to Gary.

Gary grins triumphantly and hands the note to Roy.

*

“Glad ‘e’s got too heavy to pick up now,” says Paul with a nod towards Gary. “Else he’d be jumping at us every time Salford scores.”

“Oi!” Gary reaches out to whack Scholesy in the arm. “I am not fuckin’ heavy, d’you mind? If I wanted to jump at people I’d jump at people, ta very much. I’m just more civilised now, like.”

“No, Gaz, y’just know that if you try it we’ll both end up on our arses looking like twats. You prob’ly don’t even have the leg strength to –”

“Jamie!” Gary cries out, interrupting him. “Jamie, go stand over there, would ya?”

Jamie raises an eyebrow at him but gets up off his seat and goes to the flat platform at the back of the stand. Gary follows, then without warning does a pathetic little run-up and launches himself into Jamie’s arms, his legs wrapped tight around him.

Jamie gives a little humph under his weight, which Gary ignores to raise his hands in the air in celebration. “Ha!” he says, “see, Scholesy, told you y’were talkin’ nonsense!”

“Gary, y’great lump, are you planning to stay up ‘ere much longer? Not sure my old man knees can take it.”

“Shush, you.”

Jamie shushes.

#not sure if in this one they're together yet or not. funnier if they're not and jamie's just. insane. #and gary doesnt realise how insane jamie actually is about him. but everyone else is like oh my fucking god #thanks again for the suggestion! #carraville #drabbles

[buckychristwrites]

If you’re still taking prompt requests, what about one where the reader is a sportsman from a different sport and Keeley set up a PR collaboration opportunity for Jamie with the reader involved?

I’m always taking prompt requests!!!!

“Look over here, darlin’.”

You rolled your eyes at the photographers pet name, letting your bow drop from across your shoulder to your hand again. The arrow in your hand, you imagined shoving it through your neck.

“Are we almost done?” You asked. It had been hours of single shots. Elsewhere, the footballer that you were doing a cover with for Sports Illustrated was having his individual portrait taken as well. “I’d like to eat something.”

“Yeah, that’s enough!” Keeley Jones shouted, earning a sigh of relief and a kiss blown in her direction from you. The photographer seemed annoyed, but stepped away from his camera.

“God bless you,” You muttered to her as you dropped the bow and arrow onto your directors style seat. “I’m starved.” Walking to the catering table, you grabbed a sandwich and stuffed it in your mouth.

“Grab something quick, they just finished with Jamie.”

You spit the food back out onto the grass.

“Jamie… Jamie Tartt?” You stared at her. “I thought it was with Roy Kent?”

She shook her head. “He backed out at the last second. Jamie is taking over as ambassador.”

The shoot was to promote a program to help underprivileged kids get involved in sports. It was a collaboration between AFC Richmond and the Richmond sector of Archery GB.

Before you had the chance to say anything else, the doors to the stadium opened, and out came Jamie Tartt. He was in his orange away kit, hair back in a headband, as if he was getting ready to play a match.

“This is Jamie,” Keeley said as he approached. He gave you a warm smile while she introduced you. It had been a while since you had felt starstruck, yet here you were, shaking hands with a player of your home team.

“Nice to meet ya,” He said softly. “Huge fan. You were brilliant in the Olympics.” The genuinity in his voice was throwing you for a loop.

It was a surreal moment for you.

“You, Jamie Tartt, a fan of me?” You said. “Can’t wait to tell my mum.”

He laughed just as the photographer called the two of you over. It wasn’t until you were back on the pitch that you realized you hadn’t actually eaten anything.

“Just play each others game,” He explained. “We’ll start with Jamie.”

Through your bashfulness, you were hesitant to just hand just anyone your bow and arrow to use. Even if that anyone looked at you with twinkling blues and had the most lovely smile you had ever seen.

“So I just pull it back like this?” He asked once in position at the target. He pulled the bowstring back, looking at you for reassurance.

“Here,” You said, approaching him so your chest was mere centimeters from his back. “Put your fingers like this…” Bringing your fingertips to his, you adjusted his grip on the riser. You reached to his other hand, and fixed his hold on the bowstring and the arrow end. Without moving your hands, you used your elbow to edge his upwards.

“Now, deep breath,” You whispered. When he inhaled, his back muscles shifted to brush against your chest. Impossibly, you tried not to think about it too much. “Three, two, let go.”

He released the arrow, and the two of you watched it fly towards the target. Though it didn’t hit the center, it did hit the target.

“Woah,” Jamie muttered.

“Amazing, isn’t it?” You asked, feeling your hot breath bounce off his skin and back towards you. Realizing that you were still close, you backed away. When he turned with freshly red cheeks, you knew he noticed it too. You scratched the back of your neck.

“Want me to show ya how to make a goal?” He asked when the silence went on for too long.

“Only if you’re as good of a teacher as I am,” You said cockily.

“Don’t worry, love,” He said. It was the first pet name you had been given today that you didn’t mind. “I’ll be even better.”

And you found yourself hoping for that.

#jamie tartt #jamie tartt fanfiction #jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt imagine #jamie tartt headcanon #anonymous #answered

[kingofanemptyworld]

someone (not me) should really consider writing a grimmichi sports fic. and I don’t even necessarily mean a full-on, serious au where they go through the trials and tribulations of high school baseball or something. I was thinking more like a crack fic where someone within soul society has the brilliant idea to have the shinigami, visoreds, and remaining arrancar bond via a series of friendly games.

the key point is that ichigo switches between the teams constantly because he’s, y’know, the weirdest hybrid to ever exist and more practically a good analogue for peace between the three worlds.

they do the works. baseball, volleyball, basketball, soccer/football. someone jokingly suggests fencing and ichigo nearly gets a foil through his eye because grimmjow is, of course, still trying to murder him whenever they’re matched up against each other (and also usually even when they’re on the same team). nel originally wants to be a cheerleader but then she tags in for someone and realizes she is actually very competitive when the stakes aren’t life and death. rukia nails grimmjow in the face with every ball she gets her hands on (as payback for the whole skewering incident when they first met). the eleventh division is hilariously bad at any sort of team play (kenpachi has to be banned entirely). harribel is long-suffering but turns out to be nearly as competitive as nel.

and ichigo and grimmjow fall in love 🧡💙

(look, something about being perfectly in sync when they’re playing together just really gets to them, okay? grimmjow realizes he can enjoy himself and prove he’s better than everyone else without eviscerating anyone, ichigo likes how grimmjow looks in the soccer shorts, it’s a whole thing)

#king’s court #bleach #grimmichi #grimmjow jaegerjaquez #kurosaki ichigo #ichigo kurosaki #okay look this is basically the good will event from jjk #y’know. jujutsu koshien #and I would try to write this but crack is not my forte #I’m so amused by the imagery of all these people trying to surreptitiously cheat using their powers too #which goes better for the arrancar than the shinigami until someone’s light bulb goes off and they start using kido #okay I’ll shut up about this now

[zingaplanet]

Can you explain the carraville ship to me please (like context and the steps of the relation and so on? If it isn't too much)?

I see your posts and I grow curious.

R U KIDDING?? IT'D BE MY PLEASURE!! I feel a huge responsibility to represent the carraville fandom lol, so my dear carraville mutuals pls do help fill the blanks n lol hope you don't regret this ask cause as you know, I have a slight tendency to go on a maniacal j-stor length rant hahaha

So basic's basic first, who are they? They're football pundits! They work for sky sports (the major broadcaster of premier league football in the UK), and their work encompass commentating on matches, giving their analysis on tactics, players etc, we'll go into details later. But there's an incredible background story to how they came to work together and here's where the fun begins!

Righto so, if you know my blog, I'm always most fascinated with enemies or rivals who came together in the end despite their differences (or actually BECAUSE of their differences like fedal!). I just thought that this is one of the most uniquely special and incredibly powerful bonds that represents how amazing human relationships can be, it is often our opposites who understand us the most!

Jamie Carragher and Gary Neville encapsulates this relationship perfectly but also perhaps most comically. They are an example of how ironically funny life can be as they are technically THE SAME PERSON but from opposite sides (hey WE LOVE MIRROR OPPOSITES!)

How, you ask? So football pundits don't just get plucked out of journalism school, they are mostly former players, and very specific ones: Those that have strong characters (that ppl actually found interesting to watch on telly), and those that have brilliant tactical minds. So both of them are incredibly witty and funny, and they're great readers of the game!

And this actually comes from their playing days. So both Neville and Carragher were defenders. Carragher especially played centre back (Neville played right back) and were leaders of their team for a long time, which meant they had to organise everyone while reading the game at the same time. But here's the catch:

They played for 2 different clubs who have the oldest, fiercest longstanding rivalry in the premier league (UK football) and perhaps even in the world: Carragher played for Liverpool FC and Neville played for Manchester United. In here they call this the Northwest Derby, as they are both clubs from cities of Northern England who are historically most successful both achiement-wise and size-wise.

So... they used to LOATHE each other, and this isn't just the passive-agressive détente Messi and Ronaldo used to have during el clasico matches, oh no, English football in the early 2000s was quite violent, and both Neville and Carragher were amongst the staunchest characters in their teams. There are reasons for this, which comically prove that they are actually the same person!

Aside from playing in the same position as each other (though on opposite sides of the field), they also have similar backgrounds/relations to their clubs. They are ONE-CLUB MEN. Now this is very rare in football and have gone quite extinct nowadays, but basically, they are LOCAL boys who were born in their cities (i.e., Liverpool and Manchester), grew up supporting their clubs, and their club identity became their identity so much so that they only ever played in that club for their whole professional career (i.e., they were never transferred nor loaned). They also came from working-class backgrounds in Northern England (Liverpool and Manchester are basically only separated by the M62 highway).

Being local lads means they were the most LOYAL of the bunch, and are also rare breed leaders since they've been with Manchester United and Liverpool FC from their youth academies. They've never left the city and usually have quite an important leadership roles within the team.

But Carragher and Neville were never star players (nothing of the Virgil Van Dijk defenders type you found nowadays). They didn't have amazing skills etc yet they have the most caps (number of appearances) in their club games, and they were still playing matches even close to their 40s. Make no mistake they were actually really good players, both with significant england caps (even during the golden generation of Rooney, Ferdinand, Becks, Lampard, etc!) This is because even tho managers can buy star players, they could never buy loyalty nor replaced the way these two know their club and led their peers. They were sort of the emotional backbone of the clubs so to say.

This also means that their roles have always been as supporting characters and with them it's quite literally. So Carragher (or Carra as we call him) is best mates with non other than Liverpool former captain and forever supertstar, Steven Gerrard. Meanwhile Neville grew up and is still best mate with the global superstar, spice-girl married David Beckham. Carraville were often vice-caps for a long time, taking a sidelined but important role.

Even more mirror symbolisms (it's all a bit poetic really): both LFC and Manchester United have red as their club colours! (Everton and Man City are the blue side of their cities). Neville was part of the Man United team that won EVERYTHING in english football (including the unrepeated treble), but they never really dominated Europe (as Carragher likes to point out). Carragher was part of an underestimated LFC team who didn't win much of local cups but did one insane miracle and beat Paolo Maldini's superstar AC Milan team after being 3-0 down IN THE SECOND HALF in the 2005 Champions League final in Turkey. That night was called one of the greatest comebacks in football, dubbed "the miracle of Istanbul!"

NOW on to the crazy bits:

After they retired, both of them were invited to do this programme on SkySports called Monday Night Football. It's actually one of the most prestigious and highly difficult punditry programmes to do in football, since it's hours of LIVE analysis, dissecting the game one by one using statistics, and reacting live to the teams' tactics as they watched the match.

Safe to say the sky producers must have had the biggest balls on the planet when they decided to put those two together in one studio. The first few shows were quite patchy, but LO BEHOLD the strangest things happened: Gradually the animosity of rivalry turned into something more of a friendly banter (AKA what the english calls a very passive aggressive curmudgeon way of saying they're becoming awfully fond of each other but are too 😤 stupidly 😤 manly 😤 to admit it 😤). Once they realised they're not on opposite teams anymore, their walls came down and people called them two peas in a pod as they started noticing how similar they are to each other!

But this old rivalry makes for a hilariously fun relationship! They hold no barrels and take every. single. opportunity. to slander and make fun of each other. This includes turning each other into memes and petty saving all of each other's past football analysis lest the opportunity arrives when the moment proves them absolutely wrong to make fun of each other on social media.

Fact is: Even though they'd rather be shot dead than get caught saying it in public, they've actually become best mates lol. They still argue endlessly over football, and as the English call it, the season's never officially begun before a Neville-Carragher high-pitched argument on live TV. They even left their former teammates speechless, as they were known to be one of the most aggressive loyalists to their clubs. Neville used to not even be able to walk through Liverpool without getting mangled lol once he had to have a police escort just to get to the stadium, yet nowadays they get greeted by everyone in their respective cities 🥲

So in a nutshell: They are basically the definition of school scoundrels who used to beat the shit out of each other every week being put together in detention (by skysports) and ended up becoming besties lol. I have to say they are probably the most hilarious relationship development you could ever witness lol:

Ok so if you've made it this far (I AM IMPRESSED) and by some crazy reason decided that you still want some more, here are some starter packs for you:

This ad they did for fifa perfectly encapsulates the disgruntled fond and hilarious nature of their relationship!

Here is a compilation of them turning into 5 year olds in front of each other, and debating until only dogs can hear them!

Here is Carragher hilariously tackling Neville on a charity football match after they retired cause they ARE that petty lol

P.s. carraville mutuals lmk if i missed anything!

#yes the cat is out of the bag i am maniacally obsessive over enemies to lovers lol #they are just such a fluffy feel good corner of sporting relationships tho! #also they work in media that means NEW CONTENT every week #tell me honestly did we convert you or scared you away by our obsessions? #carraville mutuals fill me in! #some sports cross-over! #i love when my mutuals overlap #football rpf #sports rpf #tennis #premier league #liverpool fc #manchester united #jamie carragher #gary neville #football pundits #enemies to lovers #fedal

[romantic-disarray]

Childhood Friends to Lovers Pt. 1

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Ft. Bachira Meguru x Gn! Reader

This is a mini fanfic series I'll be making for the characters soo 🤭

Warnings: Swearing, and absolutely nothing else. Enjoy ♥️

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“GO MEGURU!” You screamed at the top of your lungs, violently waving your hands around as you cheered the boy on from the sidelines of the U-20 vs Blue Lock match. You'd never once been interested in football, but Bachira completely changed that mindset.

Seeing him play out in the field was enticing, and oh so beautiful. Shockingly—Bachira lifted his head up from the ground and onto your side of the stadium, ‘How did he even hear that?’ You thought, honestly flabbergasted. You thought your voice would've been drowned out by everyone else, but here he was, looking for you.

Bachira's eyes scanned the crowd, and soon his eyes fell on you. You could see the way his face transitioned from confused to overjoyed at the sight of your face within the crowd, cheering him on like your life depended on it.

Bachira wasted no time in waving back just as aggressively, which resulted in him getting pulled back by the blue lock number 6. You laughed when Bachira thrashed around like a kid before he decided to give up and got dragged away against his own will.

It made you happy knowing he's still the same person you grew up with.

Bachira had always been a cheeky boy. Way back when the two of you were still in elementary, he'd constantly scare you out of nowhere, worst part is that this grew until the two of you were finally in highschool.

Everyday, everywhere, he's always right around the corner ready to jump at you. You even considered learning self defense just to smack him in the face whenever he does so. The thought honestly made you feel nostalgic, he was gone for god knows how long and not so secretly pursuing his dream of becoming the best football player out there.

It wasn't long before the match ended with Blue lock leading with 1 point. You screamed along with the others, but yelped when you got shaked by Bachira's mother, chanting how “He won! My boy won!” You chortled a laugh and pat her back, “Of course he did! You raised him!” You then led his mother lower to the sidelines so that she had a close up view of Bachira.

The moment you saw him looking for the two of you—a brilliant plan appeared. You grinned from ear to ear and slowly descended behind the railings.

“Mom! Did you see that?! I won!” He cheered while holding his arms up in the air, Yu smiled and pulled him into a tight hug. “Yes yes yes! I saw it all honey!” You silently listened in on their conversation and couldn't help but feel all warm inside.

God you could marry Meguru and every problem in your life could fade away.

“Wait, where's F/n? I saw them with you earlier.” Your ears perked up at the mention of your name. You slowly looked up at Yu, hoping she took the hint that you were trying to scare him, “Oh they went over there.” Thank the gods. Yu pointed at the direction opposite from all of you, and that was your queue.

“Huh? Where?” You peeked over the railings and saw him looking the other way, and the moment he turned around; you jumped up from your hiding position and opened your arms with a loud yell, causing Bachira to jump and instinctively slap you.

You winced, before laughing aloud, almost to the point of tears. “F-F/n?!” Bachira worriedly stuttered out, not sure how to react after having just slapped you. “Holy shit! Waiting for 2 months was so fucking worth it!” You cheered as you immediately wrapped your arms around him, hugging him tightly.

Bachira furrowed his brows and puckered his lips in annoyance, but he hugged back, almost pulling you down onto the field, “Not fair. I've been gone for a long time and this is how you greet me?!” Oh fuck, you were gonna die laughing. You reluctantly pulled away from the extremely sweaty hug and placed a hand on his hair, despite his words—Bachira had the widest smile on his face at the sight of you.

“How do you think we felt? Going away just like that? We've been worried sick about you!” You scolded, but Bachira only stared at you.

Gazing. Smiling. Almost like he was thinking. You tilted your head to the side, “Meguru?” As a response, Bachira released a breath and quietly muttered, “... Fuck it.”

Within a span of a second—Bachira's lips were on yours, his hands slithering from your back and onto your nape to pull you in further. Your eyes widened in shock, hearing a few gasps from behind you, but you didn't care.

You only cared about Bachira at that moment. A chuckle was muffled against his lips, before you slowly kissed back, placing your hand on his jaw to tilt his head up.

You've always wondered what Bachira's lips tasted like. You never thought they'd taste so much like honey. He begrudgingly pulled away while panting, staring up into your eyes like it were the stars above him, “Hows that for an apology gift?” Bachira winked with a laugh.

You rolled your eyes and grinned, “I say it's not enough.” He smiled widely and leaned in once more, “Well then, I can't have you holding a grudge on me now...” He whispered hotly against your lips, before capturing it into another kiss.

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Up next: Rin Itoshi 🙏

#blue lock #gender neutral reader #bllk #anime #bachira meguru #bachira x you #bachira x reader #childhood friends to lovers #he is the standard fight me #bllk x reader #—carnival ♠️

[0alanasworld0]

Hidden connection (Yassine Bounou x reader) *request

Request: "Hey 👋, okay first of all I’ve saw your fics and they are brilliant, so I’ve would like to request you a fic on Yassine Bounou where the reader is the is the daughter of Walid Regragui and they met during the World Cup. Thanks in advance ❤️"

Warnings: none

“Please don’t take unnecessary holidays just for this tournament, habibi” your father says over the phone while looking over the team training. You’re not entirely sure why he’s so nonchalant about the whole ordeal. He’s the coach of your country’s team, the big reason for why so many retired players decided to make a return. A beacon of hope for Moroccan football with a glittering vision for the team that no other coach has had the courage to pursue.

“You can’t be serious, dad. It's your big moment and I’m coming. It's bad enough that you convinced me to miss out on the qualifiers.” you remind him, with a tut. You can miss a few weeks of work for this. Absolutely worth it. you can feel it in your bones that it's gonna go well. He hums with slight disapproval but is relieved internally. Should anything big come from this, he wants you there with him.

Thankfully, your bosses were only a small bump in the road. Being Moroccan themselves meant that a single implication of your father’s name had their ears perking up, when they realised anyway. 

“Hmmm, we can’t just give out holidays Ms. Regragui” he states, not bothering to look up from his laptop.

“I understand that! Trust me, I do! but since my father is helping out, I would really like to be there to support him.” you reply, trying to hint at the reason without fully going down the nepotism route.

“Helping out? Ms. Regragui, that's hardly specif-” his eyes widen in realisation.

“You know what, maybe I'm being too hasty. 3 weeks is good, right?” Bingo.

“Thank you, sir I-”

“Yes yes it's fine! Great even! Just get a shirt signed for me, yeah?” He looks at you expectantly as you nod your head vigorously.

“I really appreciate it, sir!” You say, walking out of his office and sighing a big breath of relief. 

The perks of your father’s status means that you’re in the stadium earlier. You have some time before the match as the team squeezes in a final training session, nervously awaiting their big debut. They're revived with a new sense of hope and excitement that they haven't felt in far too long. The weights of resentment and general discontent are lifted and there's a burning desire to make their big chance count, to make everyone proud.

You’re on the grass just daydreaming with your music, admiring the beautiful day, looking out at the team every once in a while. One of those glances, lands you on someone familiar. Sevilla vs Real Valladolid. March 2021, the 2nd ever goalkeeper in La Liga to score a goal himself. You also know that he has some impressive stats to match that goal. He’s practising some basic footwork with one of the younger players, stopping to give him some advice every once in a while. You zone back in to see him smile at you. You feel butterflies in your tummy already and you haven't even spoken to him. He has a gorgeous smile, in all fairness. The rest of him is gorgeous too so you shouldn't be too shocked at that: he’s got thick, dark hair that swoops over his forehead, dark brown eyes that are slightly obscured by his heavy brow, an adorable mole on his cheek, a small scar on the other and lord help you that dimple on the apple of his cheek- enough. you cut the rambling thoughts off short as you wave back with your brightest smile, hoping that the pause wasn’t as long as you were imagining. You don’t see it but as you’re scrolling through your phone he asks Hakim about you, gaze never leaving.

“Oh that's Walid’s daughter. Mashallah, she’s a sweetheart. So talented too!” he praises, eyes narrowing as he notices Yassine continuing to stare at her. He hums in vague acknowledgement with a smile on his face and soft eyes. Hakim rolls his eyes playfully, leaving Yassine to collect his thoughts.

You made it to your seat in the stadium with little fuss. You’re behind the Moroccan goal post and close enough to the pitch to discern some faces. Admittedly, you’re a little disgruntled that you can only see the keeper’s back but you can’t complain, It's still your father’s world cup debut.

The match has been frustrating, some clear opportunities that were just short of a goal for your home team and some close calls by Croatia to score. Yassine does well to hold them off. He certainly lives up to his legendary La Liga status, that's for sure. 

The game ends after what feels like years, the score remaining at 0-0. It's not ideal but given the competition, you consider it to be quite impressive. Not a moment of celebration necessarily but your father brings you onto the pitch anyway so you catch up with some of the players. You have a good friendship with Achraf in particular.

“You were pretty impressive out there huh?” you smile at him, it's been a while since you both spoke. Both of your schedules are packed as ever. You know that his career has blossomed quite spectacularly over recent years and you couldn't be more proud.

“Could have been better, thank Allah that Yassine was okay for this match!” You both laugh together. His name makes your eyes light up a little bit, what is wrong with you?! You hug again as he leaves to talk to one of the coaches.

You make eye contact with Yassine again but this time, without the bounds of his training, he jogs up to you. Your heart starts beating quickly again as you try to come up with something to say. C'mon be cool be cool be cool be cool-

“You’re really living up to that Zamora trophy, huh?” you joke, wanting to kick yourself for being so forward but thankfully he chuckles.

“I try my best. Not easy when Luka Modric and co. are coming at you with full force.” you hum and giggle a bit in agreement. There were certainly some close calls and having to face such a strong attacking force must have been one of the most nerve-wracking moments of his career.

You both begin walking together as he continues to make you cackle with his corny jokes. You’re stood very close and he goes to nudge your shoulder every once in a while, trying to coax more laughs out of you. He’s absolutely smitten. You're gorgeous with an infectious personality that he feels compelled to be around. And the feelings are mutual. He’s obviously mesmerising but he’s so unbelievably sweet and down-to-earth. You feel all warm and cozy in his presence. Not to mention that you absolutely love the way he towers over you. 

In the midst of enjoying each other’s company, your father, among a couple of other players is keeping a watchful eye on the pair of you. The chemistry is palpable already and Yassine is the picture of a complete sweetheart but your father is naturally a little weary. However, he keeps quiet. Maybe this is a one-off moment that will pass.

It was not a one-off moment and it certainly wasn’t passing. He enters your bedroom to see you knocked out cold at normal hours in the night and hears your hotel room door opening at odd hours in the morning. He thinks he can hear you laugh and mumble quietly about something? Weirdly early for a night owl like you but he doesn’t want to pry. You've always loved exploring so perhaps it was just the excitement of being in Qatar that began waking you up early. It's a good habit to maintain, far more productive and healthy than waking up in the afternoon with no coherence for a good few hours. He's had enough stern talks with you throughout your teen years for that.

He really should have trusted his intuitions from observing the first encounter because the early mornings were in fact the only times you could spend with Yassine before training began. And you had learned to adapt to a normal sleep schedule so you could make it work. It was nothing too wild, just a couple of friends walking through the streets of Qatar… hand in hand… or an arm around your waist. You've shifted your sleep schedule and adjusted your body clock to a healthy one after years of being told off for the opposite. "Friends."

The pair of you had exchanged numbers after the Croatia match and couldn’t stop texting/calling/facetiming each other since. Every free minute he had, he rushed to his phone; eagerly checking his notifications and hoping to see the emoji he picked out for you pop up. His friends have began to notice the wide smiles whenever he checks his messages. Yassine, one of the most focussed and dedicated people they know, is all of a sudden counting down the minutes until he can look at his phone again.

“What has gotten into you, man?” Nayef asks, incredulously. Yassine returning from break about 5 minutes late.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Sure, and I'm the queen of england. C’mon, spill.” Hakim retorts. He has a good idea of what's going on but is eager to be entertained by Yassine’s explanation.

“It’s nothing! Look, I’ll check my phone less often. This game is just a little addicting, that's all.”

“I sure hope that this is more than just a game to you.” Hakim smirks, narrowing his eyes as Yassine widens his.

“Huh? In what world does that make any sens- OH MY ALLAH YASSINE YOU LITTLE SNEAK! HOW COULD I FORGET YOU AND-” Yassine shushes the outburst quickly, panicking as he looks around and hoping that no one, especially Walid, has caught wind of that.

“Can you calm down for a second?! Fine, we’ve been talking a little bit here and there, nothing too serious.” he sighs with exasperation, so much for keeping things quiet.

“Please, you’ve practically been glued to that screen since the Croatia match. And this is you we’re talking about! You might as well start buying flowers already!” The boys cackle as Yassine blushes.

“I mean that's just stupid when she’s got a pollen allergy” He mumbles to himself with a small smile. He recalls one of your early morning walks together, opting to walk through one of the botanical gardens. 

Your pinkie intertwined with his, you were talking about a show that you thought he would like and in the middle of your excited chatter you paused with a gasp. Your hand leaves his to cover your mouth and nose.

“Everything oka-” You sneeze, he doesn’t think anything could compare to how cute it was. You manage to pause for a second, hurriedly grabbing the medication from your purse and taking a couple of pills, you cover your nose with a tissue, sneezing again.  His head is cocked to the side and he’s really trying to hold his smile off.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying my misery(!)” You jokingly cry out as you wipe the tears from your eyes. You sigh as the sneezing fit settles.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart. Would some flowers make it better?” You smack his arm as you laugh together. When you both calm down, he looks at you with a soft stare and you blush under it. He doesn’t mean to but there’s an intensity to him that has blood rushing to your cheeks whenever you make eye contact.

He dips his head down to press a sweet kiss to the tip of your nose and the blush darkens.

You respond by kissing his chin. He follows by kissing your forehead. You peck his cheek and he finally ends the suspense by kissing your lips. He originally intended for it to be quick but the second he makes contact, he can’t let go. They’re so soft and he’s addicted to the taste of the cherry lip balm you applied within seconds. His arms snake around your waist and your hands play with the hair on the back of his neck as he lifts you up in the air. You squeal in surprise and he smiles into the kiss. You reluctantly part to catch your breath but he holds your forehead to his, barely a second passes before he joins your lips again.

He wishes he could live that moment again and again and again…

“Earth to Yassine? Hellooooooooo? Anyone there?” Achraf calls, snapping his fingers and successfully pulling Yassine out of his flashback.

“You’re whipped already and it's been just over a week, man.” Hakim nudges him playfully as a blush returns to Yassine’s face. He’s not wrong.

You’re now sitting at the edge of your seat, smile widening as the extra time against Portugal comes to a close. 

That morning, you had managed to sneak Yassine into your room. Your dad decided to give the boys some time to themselves, opting to run the final training session before the match a little bit later. He wanted them calm and well-rested before the most difficult competition they’ve had to face so far. Walid did not have this luxury and had to spend his time confirming all the necessary paperwork for the match. That proved advantageous for you as 

You were sat up, with his head resting on your thighs. He relished the softness, loving the feeling of your fingers through his hair and lightly scratching his scalp and you felt comforted as the ache was settled by the weight of his head. You stayed quiet, allowing Yassine to vent all of his concerns about the match ahead. Somewhere in between, you lifted his hand up to your lips and kissed the bandages in an attempt to reassure him just a little bit. He pulls away from the warm of your thighs, lifting himself off to be level with you and pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. When you part, his eyes don't leave your own. 

“Thank you” he whispers against your lips.

You can see the players pretty well from your seat. The tension was thick in the air as the Portuguese players flowed through the Moroccan defence with more ease than the preceding teams had managed. You see the pass that you’ve been dreading. Felix now has a hold on the ball and is quick to make a shot. You feel the tension leave your body and breathe out a heavy sigh as Yassine comes through with one of his world-class saves. The crowd cheers almost as if Yassine had scored himself. He probably could, knowing him. You can see your father sigh out in relief too, quietly celebrating with the other coaches; there was still a chance. You’d never felt more stress in your life than this. 

Half-time is ticking to a close and you don’t have the best view of the free kick from your seat so you make do with squinting. The corner kick looks to have been miscalculated as Costa moves for it but you tense again, a smile making its way onto your face and eyes widening. There's no way.

He’s a second off the mark and you think you can see En-Neysri jump for the chance. The crowd erupts into cheers and you feel the electricity of the moment move through your body as the ball buries itself in the back of the net. You may not see the celebration from that end but you can see Yassine fall to his knees in relief. You can’t wait to see him when it's over.

There have been a couple more anxiety-inducing moments in the second half with Felix and CR7 himself taking multiple shots. You beam with pride as Yassine saves all of them.

One moment has you particularly stressed, however. A collision very similar to the one in that qualifier match has him tumbling to the ground. Your heart stops as you think about how you’re going to jump the barrier if he’s hurt again. The worries simmer down as Yassine gets up quickly, going to comfort and cradle the head of the man who caused the collision in the first place. You laugh with the crowd at the faux-intimate moment and the game continues.

The minutes are now running thin as the defence holds off the Portuguese attack until you finally hear the beautiful sound. The Moroccan team pours onto the field in exuberant celebration. They’ve just made history, done the impossible, and brought pride to so many people. Morocco are the first African nation to make it to the world cup semi-finals. Holy fuck, they've done it. Holy fuck.

You jump and scream with the crowd as the realisation settles in, they did it. Your father immediately races to you, requesting that the guards let you through the barrier as he wraps you in a tight hug. You’re both crying as your father’s hard work has finally proven to be worth it. All those days where your heart broke at his exhaustion, even apparent from the facetime that he’d been losing sleep over this. Those moments have been vindicated finally. Walid brings you onto the pitch to celebrate with the rest of the team. You go to hug Hakim and then run to Achraf who’s still laying on the ground, stunned by the moment. As you walk back to hug your dad once more, your eyes catch Yassine’s and you smile brightly. All you want to do is hug and kiss him but you know better than to make your blossoming relationship public before it's even begun. You also would prefer for your dad to find out before the public rather than with.

When you’re in the bunker, you manage to catch Yassine alone for a second and run over. There are still people around so you know you need to be careful but you have to talk to him. You tap his shoulder and his face breaks into a joyful smile the second he sees you. 

“You were amazing out there, you know?”

“It feels so much better hearing it from you, sweetness.” You blush as he bends down to give you a quick peck on the cheek. 

He’s then pulled by one of the coaches to the locker room so they can all get the celebration videos they need. The feeling of his lips lingers on yours as he leaves.

The party is buzzing with the excited chatter of players, coaches and family members celebrating the victory. You’re quietly admiring the surroundings and a certain someone brings an immediate grin to your face. He walks up to you and takes your hands in his.

“You look gorgeous, sweets.” a blush appears on your face as you rub little hearts into his palm.

“Could say the same about you” his smile is wide and bright and you wish he could stay this happy forever. You reach to adjust his tie and his hands wrap lightly around your wrists. he looks at you with a sappy, love-drunk haze glossing over his eyes. 

Walid and Hakim are once again observing the moment.

“How could this even happen?” Walid asks, utterly confused by the scene unfolding. He may have had suspicions but this is very different. 

“Your guess is as good as mine, coach” Hakim replies, amused by the events unfolding.

He feels a phone ring in his pocket, realising that he forgot to return it to you after making an emergency call. He sees the phone background and sighs out loudly in frustration. Its annoyingly adorable: Yassine’s head resting on top of yours as you both smile brightly for the camera

“I ought to talk some sense into him.”

“I get it but anyone can see how happy they look. And Yassine is probably the most reliable and harmless person we know. Maybe it’s worth a chance?” He hates to admit it but Hakim is right. His daughter deserved happiness and if that's with someone as lovely as Yassine, who’s he to stop it from happening?

“I can’t believe this is still going,” Walid comments.

Your relationship with Yassine has stood the test of time. you still look at each other in the same way, he still tells awful jokes, you still laugh and everything is just how it should be. Currently all wrapped up in soft boutique decor and the most luxurious dresses that Yassine insisted on you trying for the upcoming wedding. Walid doesn't catch exactly what Yassine has said but you're doubled over in laughter, the dress you're trying on crumpling on the floor as you try to catch your breath. All of the to-be bridesmaids are laughing too.

Walid would never admit but he’d grown very fond of the relationship himself, it brought him great joy knowing that his beloved daughter was so happy in such safe hands.

“C’mon, you have to admit that its kind of sweet.”

“Whatever” he holds back a smile shaking his head softly at the two of you. Completely and utterly content with each other’s presence.

And thats another bounou fluff complete! sorry that its a bit of a long one, i hope u enjoy anyway my lovelies xxx

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