Stan to Roger: asshole
Roger to Rafa: you bastard
Andy Roddick to Roger: you selfish bastard
Rafa [on Roger]: you don’t always have to agree with your wife
Roger to Murray: Sir Andy
Rafa to Murray (text message): Hi Andy. You look great tonight. Shame your girlfriend is here….😙😚😚
Requested by Anon: “Are you still open to writing a Rafa fic? I dunno… Maybe you twist your ankle jumping around at a clipping show and when you hobble off to the back you run into Rafa and start talking and he’s concerned he helps you out? I dunno??? There’s just a serious lack in a good Rafa fic market!”
Word Count: 1,794
TW: injury, sexual innuendos, literally just protective Rafa fluff
“Honey, I’m home!”
“Raf, this is not the sixties.” You told him, approaching the front door in shorts and a tank top.
“Thank God.” He chuckled. “Guess what came in the mail today?”
You shrugged as you plopped down on the couch. Raf lifted your legs and sat down next to you before pulling you closer. “Was it my new phone case? ‘Cause I’m pretty sure it’s late.” You chuckled as he wrapped his arms around your waist.
“It was actually the VIP passes for the clipping. show next month.”
“That’s what the ‘e’ and ‘s’ are for.”
“So, I’m going, right?”
Rafael let out a hearty laugh as you inspected the passes with care. Ever since you started listening to clipping., you were dying to go to a show. You almost never got the chance to between work and traveling. Plus, whenever you did have the chance, Rafa, or even Diggs, told you to wait till the next one. This one’s gonna be a bit wild, they’d say, how ‘bout the one next month?
You’d heeded their advice for a long time, but your curiosity was starting to get the better of you. You had to go to a show, and this was your chance. “Why are you laughing?” You asked him.
“Oh, you were serious?”
“I’m kidding.” He chuckled, lightly pressing his lips to your forehead. “There’s a reason why Diggs and I always make you wait till the next one. His concerts can get a little crazy.”
“And I’m not gonna be in the crowd to protect you.”
“Who said I needed protecting? I’ve been to concerts before.”
“Not a clipping. concert.”
You rolled your eyes at his persistence. He was always doing this, trying to protect you from the inevitable. You understood and loved him for it, but he couldn’t protect you from everything. You weren’t a child anymore. “Raf, I’ve been in a mosh pit before.”
“You broke your ankle.”
“And I lived.”
“Baby,” He chuckled, taking your hands in his, “I know I can’t tell you what to do, but I’d feel a lot better if you stayed home, where you’re safe.”
“Baby,” You imitated, “I’m going to this concert.”
“Ah! I’m going.”
“Please don’t go to the show tonight.”
“Come on, Rafa, why not?”
“Clipping. shows can get wild,” He said, pressing a kiss to your temple, “And you, my love, were not built for the wilderness.”
After a month of pleading with you, Rafa realized you weren’t going to listen. However, that didn’t stop him from trying. You knew he meant the best, but he needed to understand that he can’t protect you from everything. Not even your parents could do that. If going to this clipping. show was going to be a mistake, you’d have to find for yourself.
“Raf, I’m a grown woman.”
“You’re younger than me though.”
“I like how you think that’s an argument.” You chuckled as his shoulders began to drop in defeat. “I know you don’t want me to get hurt, but I live in the real world. It’s going to happen eventually.”
“Not if I can help it.”
“You can’t!” You laughed incredulously. “Geez, I feel like I’m talking to my mother.”
“Please don’t compare me to your mother.”
“If it makes you feel better, I’m pretty sure she loathes you too.” You said, evoking a small laugh from your boyfriend’s chest. “Look,” He started, “I know I can’t force you to stay home, but I seriously think you shouldn’t go. You’re small and adorable and easily excitable. You might end up hurting yourself before anyone else can.”
You smacked his chest with a giggle as he held his hands up in defense. “You are!” He laughed.
“Well, I’m definitely going now.”
“Why are you doing this to me?” He said as he trailed behind you. You’d finally arrived at the venue and were headed towards the green room when you threw your head back in laughter.
“What are you babbling about now?” You joked.
“First, you come to the show where you could most definitely get hurt. Next, you dress like a fucking sex goddess?”
“Raf!” You pulled your dress down a bit as he draped his arm over your shoulders.
“How do you expect me to control myself? I only have oh so much will power.” He grinned as your familiar blush fanned over your cheeks.
“Guess you’ll have to suffer.” You patted his cheek lightly.
Not a second later, you burst into the green room and gave a happy shout. You were filled with excitement as your now close friends echoed your sound. “Y/N, it’s been too long!” Bill said, pulling you into a hug.
“It’s been, like, a week.”
“Too long.” Jonathan laughed.
When you arrived to Daveed, you both gave each other knowing smiles as the other two men groaned, Rafa still not having reached the room. You opened your arms dramatically, “Diggs, old buddy!”
“Y/N, old pal!”
You laughed as he spun you in a circle. You hadn’t seen him a few weeks (“Can you tell Raf I’m missing the meeting?” He said to you earlier that month. “He’ll strangle me through the phone if I do it.”). You considered him one of your best friends; he had introduced you to Rafael, after all.
Following you and Daveed’s traditional greeting, and the boys’ mockery of it, you sat with them on one of the couches. “So, does Rafa know you’re here, short stuff?” Bill asked.
“Yes, he does.” Rafael answered as he walked in. “But he does not approve.”
“Ooh, Y/N’s in trouble.” Jonathan chuckled. You glared at Daveed when he let out a laugh, but quickly covered it with a cough and sip of water. “First of all, I can go where I want.” You said defiantly. “Rafael is not the boss of me.”
Raf shrugged, letting out a small, “Eh, debatable.”
As the others laughed, you threw a pillow at his face while your cheeks burned red at the innuendo. “I hate you all.”
“C’mon, babe. I never tried to forbid you from going.” He reasoned. “I just think you’d be safer at home is all.”
“I’m not a child.”
“You might as well be.” Jonathan chimed in.
“Just because y'all are unnecessarily tall doesn’t mean I’m short.”
“Rafael’s right.” Daveed said. “These shows can get kinda crazy. I can’t stop you from going-”
“This is literally your show. Yes, you can.” Raf interrupted.
“But be careful, yeah?”
“Diggs! You’re supposed to be on my side!”
“I’m not not on your side.” Diggs shrugged with a smirk.
“And I won’t not hurt you.”
“Okay, settle down there.” You laughed, placing a hand on Raf’s knee. “You guys don’t have to worry. I’ll be in the front row, rapping all the songs with you. I’ll be fine.”
“If you come out with any injuries, I hope you know I’m saying I told you so.”
“Gee thanks, Rafa. I love you, too.”
When it came time for the show, you were not disappointed. It was everything you imagined and more. Watching Daveed in his element as he rapped about everything from sex to the Bay Area was just mesmerizing, and Rafa right beside him, his biggest hype man. He was bouncing and vibing along to every song, of course, checking on you every minute or so.
Diggs was performing his last song as you jumping up and down, rapping along with him. He’d occasionally stop and let Rafa rap, laughing because he didn’t know nearly as many of the lyrics as he should have. Rafa was still glancing at you, especially as the crowd started to bump into each other.
You weren’t sure how it happened, someone bumped into you and almost knocked you over. The girl helped steady you and apologized profusely as a sharp pain shot up your leg. “It’s okay,” You told her with a smile. The pain went away as the adrenaline increased, the best part of the song coming.
When it was over, you walked toward the stage door, your limp barely noticeable. Of course, Rafael noticed. Before you could even get to the green room, Rafa and Daveed were waiting for you. Rafa saw that it was a serious limp and met you halfway. “Are you okay? What happened? Why are you limping?”
Diggs opened the door to the green room as you chuckled, “I’m fine. Just landed the wrong way.”
Rafa set you down on the couch with a concerned look in his eyes. You knew he wasn’t gonna let this go as he placed his hands on the sides of your cheeks, tilting your head every which way in a search for more injuries. “Rafa, I’m fine! This is nothing. Remember? Mosh pit?”
“You’ve been in a mosh pit?” Daveed asked.
“Not the issue here.” Rafael interrupted. “This is the same ankle you broke, Y/N.”
“We’re taking you to the hospital.”
“I don’t need to go to the hospital, I’m fine!”
“He’s right.” Diggs said. “You might have sprained it.”
“Then it’s settled.” Rafael picked you as you rolled your eyes. He carried you all the way to the car, telling that this was exactly what he was worried about. You winced as he slid you into the backseat, causing him to freeze in his tracks. “I’m fine.” You said through gritted teeth. “Y'all are just babies.”
“Tell the doctor that when you need a splint.” Diggs chuckled, starting the engine.
Two hours later, Rafa was holding the front door open for you as you used your new crutches to hobble into the room. “This is so unnecessary.” You said.
“The doctor with a PhD said otherwise.” Rafa laughed. “It’s only three weeks, you’ll survive.”
“You say ‘only’ like that’s little bit of time.” You pouted as you approached the bedroom. You threw the crutches on the bed and proceeded to limp around, looking for a T-shirt to wear to bed. Rafael chuckled and pulled out one of his own. “Here,” He tossed it to you. “It’s not that long. And I will be here the entire time.”
Your head snapped towards as he stood with a grin on his face. “Don’t get whiplash, too.” He joked.
“I thought you were leaving for that new project on Sunday.”
“Change of plans.” You both crawled into bed and pulled you closer, his chest pressed against your back. “Turns out, if a loved one happens to sprain their ankle and needs medical assistance, they’ll postpone the first meeting.”
“That’s good to know.” You placed your hands over his as you giggled at your own thoughts. “I’ll have to sprain my ankle more often.”
author’s note: a cute, fluffy, one shot of Rafinha with his kid. enjoy :-)
eagerly watches the entrance to the training field as he waits for his wife to
arrive. In fact, he’s probably spent more time distracted than he has on the drills he’s supposed to be doing - which will probably get him in
trouble with Luis Enrique later, but Rafinha doesn’t really care. He’s too excited.
Neymar yells, as the ball slides right past an oblivious Rafinha. “Hey,
princesa, wake up!”
Rafinha turns his attention back to the field and sees several of his teammates
laughing at him.
wrong with you?” Neymar asks.
waiting on something,” he says vaguely.
on what?” Marc slaps Rafinha on the back.
a surprise. It should be here any minute now.”
pairing: daveed diggs x reader, ft. rafael casal (you’re welcome)
request: i was asked by many people for a part 3 to ruby woo, and i had a request for daveed x rafa x reader dp smut, so, YIKES there’s this
summary: reader meets daveed’s best friend rafa for the first time, they do some bonding and then they do some…well, bonding.
warnings: (where do i even start) hair pulling, ass grabbing, choking, face fucking, thigh riding, daddy kink, slight praise kink probably, double penetration, anal, just a smidge of unprotected sex, i think that’s it but let me know if there was something i missed yikes
word count: 4,157
a/n: I AM DISGUSTING, I AM A BEACON OF SIN, I BEG YOU TO RECONSIDER READING THIS IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF CONSENT. I AM GROSS. HORRENDOUS. i’m sorry, except that i’m not that sorry. if you don’t like any of the things i listed above, this story is not for you. my next fic is fluff, so there’s something on the way for you who are weak of heart or who are uninterested/repulsed by sex. i love u all okay sorry this took so long have a nice day.
You had no idea what to expect when Daveed told you that his best friend wanted to meet you. You had heard a lot about Rafa, mostly from Daveed, but also because you had googled searched his name (at Daveed’s urging). You realized that you actually did know of Rafael Casal. In college, you had been an avid participant in the poetry club, and as such you had spent a lot of time online searching for spoken word poetry. You had developed quite the crush on him, actually. You spend the flight to New York rewatching the videos you had watched years ago, and you can feel the traces of that innocent celebrity crush bubbling beneath the surface.
Sure, you had crushed on him, but that was years ago, you remind yourself. He isn’t the same person he was back then, and neither are you. Plus, you have a sort-of-relationship with Daveed now, so you figure it’s best if you forget about your old crush.
While that’s a nice sentiment, it’s easier said than done. When Daveed greets you at the door to his apartment, you catch a glimpse of Rafa sitting on the couch and you’re stunned for a moment.
Melissa knows when she’s seeing something
impossible. She saw it eight months ago when the young deputy looked at her in
her stained scrubs, with bags under her eyes and a scowl on her face that was
the result of a fourteen-hour shift from hell, and he smiled at her.
She sees something impossible now as well.
She sees Parrish’s burns healing as she watches.
They’re third degree burns, and they cover
almost his entire body. And yet they’re healing.
Burned flesh knits, and turns from black to red to pink.
He’s still bracing his weight on the hood of her
car. The headlights are illuminating him. He turns his head toward her when she
reaches out for him. He looks as terrified as she feels.
“Melissa,” he says. “Mel, what’s happening to
“Jordan, you need to get inside,” she says. “You
need a doctor.”
But how can he not?
Melissa doesn’t think of herself as an
especially spiritual person, but if this isn’t a miracle, what is it?
For me it’s a privilege. It’s a very special thing for both of us to be in the final of a major again, have another chance to compete against each other, after many years having some problems. I have been with Roger in the opening of my academy in Mallorca. He came for the opening. Just can say thank you very much to him for that amazing moment he gave us, for everyody in my small village. We were talking, we were supposed to play an exhibition match. He had the injury with his knee, I had the injury with my wrist, so finally we didn’t make [it], just so some shots with the kids. Both of us, we never felt we gonna be here again in the final of Australia. So we feel very happy and I hope you feel happy too.