soccer fan fictions

ID #41820

Name: Mia
Age: 20
Country: United States

I am a 20 year old female in Louisiana, US. I am currently a psychology and addiction studies major where I will be a junior in August. I played soccer, the flute, saxophone and trumpet in high school. I am an avid reader although I read far more before college. I love writing Fanfiction and poetry and watching anime and Netflix. I listen to a lot of country, hip-hop, rap and rock. I enjoy traveling and taking pictures.

I would love a penpail initially through email and then through snail mail after a few weeks or so. I would be interested in talking about anything with absolutely anyone. I wouldn’t mind giving advice or discussing random day to day events, the good and the bad. I am extremely open to meeting new people regardless of age, race, religion or political views as long as those ideals are not pushed on me.

And I only speak English.

Preferences: 17+


Pull Me Under by zarah5

As the first British footballer to come out at the prime of his career, it helps that Louis Tomlinson is in a long-term, committed relationship. Even if that relationship is fake.

Bring Your Body Baby (I Could Bring You Fame) by theboyfriendstagram

Eighteen year old Harry Styles just graduated high school and landed a summer job as a waterboy for his favorite football team. His job description is simple: be ready to hand water and towels to players if needed. That didn’t seem to include Louis Tomlinson though, a twenty-three year old, recently transferred Paris Saint-German player, who seems to like making Harry’s job much more difficult than it has to be.

Unbelievers by isthatyoularry

It’s Louis’ senior year, and he’s dead set on doing it right. However, along with his pair of cleats, a healthy dose of sarcasm and his ridiculous best friend, he’s also got a complicated family, a terrifyingly uncertain future, and a mortal enemy making his life just that much worse. Mortal enemies “with benefits” was not exactly the plan. Or the one where Louis and Harry definitely aren’t friends, and football is everything.

Monsters at Home by theteapirate

Everyone’s eyes are on Harry, the beautiful, charming new student. Harry’s only got eyes for the school golden boy: football captain Louis Tomlinson, whose homophobic father complicates matters a bit.

Sing When You’re Winning by hazmesentir

The one where Harry’s a chronically underpaid magazine intern and Louis is the Premier League’s first gay footballer and pretty much the last thing they need is each other.

We’ve got nothing to lose by iwontseecadyagain

Olympics AU where Harry is a pro tennis player, and Louis is a pro footballer. They meet at the opening ceremony and fall in love, obviously.

let your lights shine by hazkaban

Louis is a faded professional footballer (soccer player) whose career is nearly ruined by an injury. Harry’s his physiotherapist.

Hold My Breath by zarah5

It’s possible — possible — that his three-week ban from the football pitch makes Louis just a tad antsy. Surely it’s not so bad that it warrants punishment in the form of his friends signing him up for a yoga class? Either way, Louis is determined to hate every second of it.He didn’t count on a yoga instructor who wears flower-patterned headscarves and smiles like summer won’t end.

so grab your passport and my hand by infinitelymint

The one in which Louis plays football and Harry sings a lot, and somehow that means they’re meant to be. They’ll figure it out soon enough.

but me, i’m not a gamble by impetuous

A Posh & Becks AU in which Harry is a star on the stage and Louis is a star on the pitch, but they’re both inexplicably terrible at articulating their feelings. In the end, it only takes a season’s worth of failed matchmaking schemes, platonic dinner dates, road trip holidays, and one very convenient David Beckham cameo for them to figure it all out. And if Niall knew all along? Well, he at least has the decency not to be too smug about it.


It is not easy to best Sherlock Holmes, as he is so very masterful and quick-witted. Sometimes, however, I have found an area in which he has little to no knowledge or skill.

We had just completed a case with Lestrade. It was a day or two after Boxing Day and the Christmas decorations were still in evidence throughout his welcoming home. He showed us into the parlor and offered us each a warming drink.

We had scarcely taken our seats when the sound of little feet approached the parlour door in great haste.

“Daddy! Daddy!” a small boy ran in with a ball tucked under his arm. “Can we go to the park now? You promised! You said we could as soon as you got home.”

Lestrade gave us a look that pleaded for sympathy and then took to one knee in order to look his son in the eye whilst giving his answer.

“Now, Tim, let me just tend to my guests and then we’ll go to the park. All right?”

Tim looked far from happy but he nodded. “Yes, Daddy,” said he with quiet obedience. He then turned to leave the room.

“Come over here, Tim,” Holmes instructed with a small smile and a flick of his long fingers. “Come and sit by the fire, with me.”

The boy did so rather shyly.

My companion slipped a hand inside his pocket for a moment and then crouched so that he was at eye level with the young child. “How old are you, Tim?”

“I’m six.”

“Mr. Holmes,” his father prompted.

“I’m six, Mr. Holmes,” he repeated with polite obedience.

Holmes allowed his smile to broaden. “Would you like sixpence?”

“Now, Holmes,” Lestrade began in protest.

He held up a hand for silence, still smiling at the young boy. “You seem to have something in your ear, Tim. Might I take a look. Ah! I thought that it was…”

To Tim’s astonishment he snatched something and held it up. It was a shiny six penny piece.

“Was that really inside my ear?” the boy asked as my friend handed it to him.

“Indeed it was, so it would be wrong of me to take it from you,” said he with another smile. “Now then, Tim, where is it that you wish to go to?”

The child smiled at my companion as if he were an old friend. “To the park, Mr. Holmes. Daddy said that he’d show me how to play football.”

Holmes pointed toward me. “Doctor Watson is good at sports. He used to play rugby for Blackheath, he has told me.”

How I wished at that moment that I had never mentioned it! All the same, I admitted that although I had once been strong and able, I was no longer the man I had been.

“Come now, Doctor,” Lestrade said with a smile. “I’m sure you and Mr. Holmes would be more than a match for me and my son!”

Holmes suddenly seemed less than enthusiastic about football and I suspected that he had intended for me to somehow entertain the child while he and Lestrade talked in peace. He did not back down however, and the four of us made our way to the park.

Lestrade chose a patch of grass upon which (he said) he had played football with his brother and friends as a boy and pointed out some trees that served as goal posts. The game then commenced.

I did not make a good sporting companion. I was already stiff and cold after the case and my leg and shoulder made kicking, running and stopping goals almost impossible. Holmes was fast and appeared to be almost everywhere at once and yet the ball still seemed to be everywhere that he was not.

Lestrade had not forgotten how to kick a ball and his son, though young and still without a strong kicking action, was not without some skill. They beat us soundly.

Holmes at last had to admit defeat and held up a hand to indicate that he had had enough as he leant wearily on the trunk of one of our goal posts. He was quite out of breath.

“I think we’ve won, Tim,” Lestrade announced, swinging his son up onto his shoulders. “Come on, let’s get back inside. Would you and Doctor Watson like to stay for tea, Mr. Holmes? Mrs. Lestrade will lay on a good spread for us.”

We returned to the inspector’s home to be greeted with the smell of tea, cakes and mince pies.

The meal was a pleasant affair, but Holmes was rather put out when our host boasted to his wife that he and their son had “finally found something that Holmes can be beaten at” and insisted that it was only because we were both so weary after the recent case.

It was of course quite true, but Lestrade was also quite right when he snorted and replied with the indignant words “And how do you think I feel?”


•Approval•Cristiano Ronaldo ft Junior





It was a chilly January evening and the sun had long since set, taking with it any semblance of warmth. Like many the cooler atmosphere had  Y/n feeling the  strong urge to be with her significant other. They didn’t call the colder months  ‘cuddle season’ for nothing.

 So naturally Y/n texted Cristiano–her boyfriend of almost a year inviting him  over to her apartment. It was by no means a given that he would be able to come through–Cristiano’s life didn’t revovle around her and she wasn’t under the delusion that it did. He had other responsibilities and priorities as well and Y/n always kept that in mind when she asked him  over. She knew that it  wouldn’t always be possible, and that was okay—she would never expect him to drop everything at her beck and call.

So she was ecstatic when he texted back that he was on his way and not too long after his response  arrived at her home.  They ended up in her bed holding each other close; Cristiano had immediately let out a sigh of content, allowing himself to relax after full day of commitments–both professional and personal.

The couple fell into conversation with ease, talking about anything  and  everything, when the most important subject made itself known. Cristiano stated that he wanted to introduce Y/n to the most important person in his life.

His son.

“What if he doesn’t like me?” The question fell from her lips before she could  stop it. Cristiano was finally ready to introduce her  to his  child, and the  first  thing Y/n did was  worry about her own feelings—as if she would be  the one most affected by this decision. What about the  five year  old  boy whose world  would  officially  and forever change once she infertraited it? He was the one  who would   have to learn to share his father with someone else.  What about—


Just like that all the anxiety that had been steadily building in her disbursed. It was crazy just how much of an effect he had on her. One word and his hand taking hold of hers was enough to calm her considerably.

“Look at me Y/n.” Cristiano said in a soft but firm voice. She lifted her head her gaze meeting the warm brown eyes she loved so much. “You don’t have to worry about Junior.”He told her.

Cristiano…”She sighed.

Of course he didn’t get it–how could he? He hasn’t ever been on the other side  of the spectrum. He never dated someone with kids before…and even  if he  had it still wouldn’t be the same. He would be a single parent entering a  relationship with another single parent–it would probably be an easier process.  It made Y/n wonder why he hadn’t dated a woman with a child; she frowned at the thought. Though it made sense, it didn’t stop her from feeling hurt that she might not be what he needed.

“Y/n. You don’t have to worry.”He pulled her out of thoughts yet again,“I already know for a fact that Junior won’t like you.”Her heart dropped, she opened her mouth to say something but Cristiano continued, “He already loves you.”

Y/n felt like a whirlwind of emotions just sucker punched her in the gut. She wanted to punch Cris in the face for nearly giving her a heart attack with that misleading first half of his statement, and she also wanted to hug him for the relief his words gave her. But overall she was confused. Confusion she ultimately voiced,“what do you mean he loves me? he doesn’t even know–?”

“Know you?”Cristiano finished with a sly smile, Y/n nodded slowly while giving him a weird look.“Oh, he knows you. He’s never met you, but he knows you.  He’s been waiting for this meeting for a long time Y/n.”

Y/n confusion lasted for another split second before it dawned on her. She couldn’t help the tears that filled her eyes at the realization of what he just told her, “You told him about me.”

“Yeah I did,”Cristiano said like it was the most obvious thing in the world, “why wouldn’t I? you are my girlfriend and he is my son. I talk about him to you all the time… you really think I wouldn’t mention you to him?”

Y/n smiled as Cristiano wiped away tears that she hadn’t even realized were  falling. He was right; why wouldn’t he tell his son about her? She just hadn’t  expected him to continuously mention her. Most single parents have a  conversation with their kids when they were sure  it was time to introduce them to their  significant others… but Cristiano had spoken about  her enough for  Junior to have an opinion about her– and a positive one at that.  Neither  of  them said a word for  a brief moment  as Y/n soaked in the new information that she had been given.

“Junior…he can take awhile to open up to new people ,”Cristiano explained when he spoke up again,“So telling him about you helped him get comfortable with the idea of having another woman around.”

Y/n tensed despite herself, as sweet as his intentions were she couldn’t help  but feel like she wouldn’t live up to expectations when to came to his son. It  sounded so stupid, the more she thought about it…she was making this more  complicated than it should be. The boy was five, and if worse comes to worse Cristiano would step in.

“Everything will turn out fine,”He gave her a reassuring kiss, “You are who is meant to be in my life and Junior’s as well.”

“You really believe that?”Y/n questioned softly.

“with all my heart.”Cristiano answered in a tone that left no run for doubt. A big smile took over Y/n’s face for the first time since this conversation started. She hugged  him tightly, “Okay.”

“Okay?”He repeated, his tone underlining with a question. A question she now had a more confident answer to.


A couple days later Y/n found herself at the place that had easily became a home away from home, these past few months. Cristiano’s place. if she was being honest his large estate felt more like home then her apartment…maybe it was because it was so easy to envision a life with him here–a future.

Now she was taking more steps towards that future; for the first time since she met Cristiano, his son would also be in the house. Normally he would be with  his grandmother, aunt or a friends house. But today he was on  the other side  of the door she was currently standing in front of. Today she was going  to see  him in person for the very first time, today was the day they would meet.

Y/n took a deep breath, mentally shooing away her nerves and rung the doorbell. It didn’t take long for her to hear thundering footsteps and the sound of Cris’ unmistakable laughter mingling with a softer more innocent giggle.


Before she had anytime to really let it sink in  and subsequently panic, the  door  swung open revealing her boyfriend and his mini-me. While  Cristiano’s  grin  only widened when he saw  who it was,  Junior’s  was replaced with  a  shyer smile  as  he  moved so he was  behind  his father’s leg.  It  was so cute, Y/n  forgot  for  a split second how nervous  she was about this  important moment.  

“Babe, you made it.” Cristiano pulled her into a hug, pecking  her lips.  Y/n  smiled  simply nodding in response;  the kiss was chaste but it still felt weird  engaging in PDA in front of his son. She didn’t have time to dwell on it because Cristiano was pulling her into the house and shutting the door behind her, Junior still glued to his father’s side.

Once she was inside Y/n stood  awkwardly,  not  really  know  what  to  say.  Was she  suppose  to  introduce herself  now? Or maybe coax  Junior into  coming out from behind his father’s leg?  Was she supposed  to ignore  the  little boy until Cristiano introduced them?

She thankfully wasn’t in her silent anxiety ridden limbo long because Cristiano spoke up,  “Junior, I want you meet someone very special to me,”He said as he affectionately placed a hand on his son’s head, “This is Y/n. remember I told you about her?”

The little boy nodded as he peeked from behind his father’s leg to  shyly  stare  at Y/n; she didn’t miss how his eyes lit up at the mention of her  name.  It  warmed her heart when she saw the recognition in them.

“Introduce yourself son.”Cristiano encouraged gently.

Junior peeked his head out even from behind his father, so Y/n could see more of his face  but he didn’t say anything.

“Go on, son,”Cristiano tried once again but Junior remained quiet causing his  father to shake his head with a knowing smile before shrugging his shoulders sheepishly at his girlfriend.

Y/n knew then that she would have to take the initiative; Cristiano may have told Junior about her to get him comfortable with the idea of her. But that was all that was—an idea. It was easy to get used to hearing about someone, actually meeting that someone and having to get use to them threading their way into your life was something else entirely.

Y/n stepped forward until she was right in front of where Junior stood and she crouched down to his eye level.

“Hi I’m Y/n and my favorite color is pink.”She introduced herself placing her hand out for the little boy to shake. She figured the little piece of trivial information would help get Junior’s guard especially if his reaction was what she thought it would be.

Junior scrunched up his face , loosening his grip on his father’s leg so he could look at Y/n fully, “Your favorite color is pink?”

Y/n nodded with a smile, “But I have  a soft spot for green too… mostly because that was my favorite power ranger.”she winked, if her nephews were anything to go by Power Rangers was still very much a favorite among young kids.

You like Power Rangers?”Junior’s eyes widened in awe.

“Of course who doesn’t?”Y/n said as if  anything else was completely unfathomable.

Junior grinned before he stepped away from his father’s leg completely, and taking a curious step towards Y/n. She took that as a chance to continue the conversation,  “Who’s your favorite?“

“The red ranger.”The little boy said proudly.

“Oh that’s a great choice.” Y/n nodded in approval.

That seemed to be enough to get Junior to grab her hand with his smaller one and introduced himself in the same fashion she had in the beginning of their little conversation,

“I’m Cristiano Junior. my favorite color is green. I love Power Rangers too.” He gave her the biggest smile, that could have thawed the coldest of hearts with no problem.

“What about pink?”Y/n teased.

“I don’t really like pink but its okay if you do.”Junior said confidently.

“Good to know.”Y/n said with a wink, which the little boy reciprocated much to the adults  amusement.

From then on the Junior  seemed to be whole different kid; the shyness  faded away, he was talkative and running all over the place. He took Y/n by the hand leading her to the playroom where he showed her all his toys, paying special attention to the power ranger ones. After playing for over two hours Cristiano swooped into strict dad mode and told his son to head up stairs to start getting ready for bed.

But Daddy—”Junior started.

“No buts son.” Cristiano cut him off with a stern glance, ”I’ll be up to help in a few.”

“okay.” the little boy pouted, as he made his way upstairs. He was halfway up the stairs when suddenly stopped and turned around,  “Y/n is staying right?  she won’t leave?”the worry in his voice caught both adults off guard.

“Well she has to go home, son,”Cristiano answered slowly,“but she’ll be back, I promise.”

“Tomorrow?” Junior said hopefully.

“maybe.” Cristiano said hesitantly; he couldn’t make any promises, Y/n could have plans that didn’t include coming over and he didn’t want to put her on the spot to change anything. but his son had no problem with doing just that.

Not satisfied with the  answer he was given, Junior turned his gaze to his father’s girlfriend, “Please Y/n? I dont want you to go. i want you to stay forever.”

Y/n  happy that the little boy had grown so comfortable in such a short period of time, but the fear in his eyes concerned her. Why did he look so scared—


It dawned on her; the one mother figure he had known all his life outside of his grandmother and aunts, had dropped out of it and was gone forever…the young boy was naturally afraid that the same thing would happen.

“I’ll be here tomorrow sweetheart,”She said, careful not to make any promises on the distant future. Sure she would love it if she and Cris lasted forever but getting his son’s hopes up wasn’t smart. Even with the best intentions relationships didn’t always last.

“Forever, right? you’ll stay forever?” Junior asked again.

Shit. She didn’t know what to say to that; she didn’t want to risk saying the wrong thing and hurting the sweet boy’s feelings. Y/n looked at Cristiano and he quickly came to the rescue, “She’ll be here with us for as long as we love each other.”He told his son; Junior’s eyes lit up at the news.

“Then I’m going to love you forever!” he declared, rushing down the stairs again and crashing into her legs, hugging them tight. Y/n smiled as she hugged him back. he held onto her a little longer before dashing back up the stairs, and disappearing down the hall, presumably to his bedroom.

“And you were scared he wasn’t going to like you.” Cristiano teased as he pulled her into him. Y/n rolled her eyes but she couldn’t help the big smile that pulled her lips upwards if she tried….and she didn’t want to. Junior’s approval solidified her place in Cristiano’s life. He loved her and never wanted her to go, that alone was enough to make her feel better than she ever felt.


anonymous asked:

soccer calum plssss

Sorry this is late babes, I didn’t have my laptop and just got around to it. Thank you for requesting! Also I love Au’s where the boys are sports stars!

Going to soccer games was always your favorite thing to do, especially if it was Calum’s soccer game. I loved cheering him on, wearing one of his jerseys with their team colors all over my face. I loved cheering on my favorite person in the world.

“Woohoo! Go Calum! You got this babe!” I screamed out to the crowded field. The players ran quick as lightning left and right across the field trying to get the ball into the goal before the time ran out. Calum currently had the ball and ran full speed.

Down to the last second, fans of both teams were screaming, and Calum shot the ball into the goal to score the winning point! I jumped out of my seat and cheered as loud as my throat would allow me to. Calum’s team all huddled together and cheered. Calum searched the stands and made eye contact with me. He smiled greatly and gave two thumbs up.

When he and his team ran back to their changing rooms, and all of the fans left, I ran into the changing room as well. I saw the team, and some of the other girlfriends of the other members in there too. I searched the room for Calum and Brad, another teammate walked up to me with his girlfriend and his stuff in hand.

“Hey Y/n, Calum’s in the shower right now. But you know, you could always go in there, we’re all leaving anyways.” Brad smirked. I laughed and shook my head, “Thanks brad, nice to know you’ll always hook me up.”

He laughed and shook his head. He pushed my shoulder a bit and walked away. “Bye Y/n.” He and his girlfriend said over their shoulders. I walked back into the shower area and looked for Calum, he was the only one in the showers and I pulled the curtain back.

He jumped and turned around, about to yell, but looked at me and smirked. “Hey babe, did you like the game?” He asked as he moved over to look at me better. I nodded and smiled. “You were amazing Cal, as always!” I praised my boyfriend as he rinsed the soap suds off his body.

When he stepped out, I grabbed his towel and handed it to him. He tied it around his waist and brought me into a huge hug. “I did it, babe, I won the winning goal!” He cheered as he squeezed me even tighter. “Now we can go on to the championship!” He screamed as he picked me up and spun me around.

I laughed, and he placed me back down onto the ground and gave me a firm kiss. “I love you Y/n, thank you for always supporting me.”

“I’ll never not support you Cal, I love you, and I love what you do. You’re the best babe.” I smiled and leaned to give him another peck on the lips. “Now get changed so we can go out for some celebratory dinner.”

He grinned and ran to get changed with the largest smile on his face.

I think I’m going to make the part from the line and under a smut in a new post! Thoughts? Should I or should I not?

30. “It’s not what it looks like…”

A/N: hello, this was a request but since I can’t decide to do something with fluff or with angst I decided to do 2 short imagines, one happy and one sad, so this is the first one, i hope you like it :)
Pairing: Reader x Paulo Dybala
Note: this is pure fiction, not real, it’s purpose is entertainment.


“It’s not what it looks like…” he said, or that’s what I heard, I’m not sure, my mind was too busy going around the events of that night that could possibly lead to this.

We had a fight a few hours ago, and honestly I can’t remember what was about, but right now I’m standing in front of the man that claimed to love me so many times that I can’t count, telling me that he making out with another woman in a party he was supposed to come with me, wasn’t what I was thinking it was.

At the middle of the fight he left to come to this stupid party, claiming that "we’ll talk when you calm down” he said before slamming the door behind him, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

After some time of sorrow and heavy thinking I decided to come and find him, leaving the argument behind and be able to fix things, but I was so wrong, and I should have known.

Since the first second that I put my feet on this place all Paulo’s teammates were persistent that I should go, that I could talk to him later at home, that he needed space, and of course he needed space, to be with some other girl.

Now I’m looking at Higuain’s sad face and Cuadrado’s apologetic eyes, feeling betrayed not only by them but by the green eyed man that was In front of me, taking my hands in his, telling me something that I can’t comprehend right now.

I closed my eyes for a moment and took a deep breath before taking my hands out of his, and storm out of that horrible place, I refused to cry because I didn’t want to make a fool of myself but inside me, everything was crumbling.

I heard Paulo’s big steps getting closer to me and eventually he did, of course, I was wearing high heels and my car was no really close.

“Please, Amor, let me explain” he said while grabbing my wrist making me stop and look at his pleading eyes.
“I don’t want to hear ir Paulo, there’s nothing to explain, everything is clear, so please just let me go, I can’t even look at you right now” I said with all the strength that I had gulping loudly and looking away from his green depths in fear that I might fall on them.

He seemed to understand and simply nodded, I started to walk again, until I heard his voice again.

“We’ll talk about this. Tomorrow, yes?” He asked in hope, I stayed still for a few seconds until my body started to move again without giving him an answer. Leaving him there, standing alone with regret all over his face. To be honest I couldn’t give him an answer, because I was sure that by tomorrow I was going to be far away from this place…far away from his life.

Mornings•Calum Chambers

Y/n rolled over on the massive king size bed  she had been fast asleep in, immediately regretting it.  The  brightness of the beating sun was unbearable. Even with her eyes closed It literally felt like it was piercing through her eyelids.  

Y/n squeezed them tighter with a low groan, turning her body away from the nature’s alarm clock.  She was so not ready to get up…but going back to sleep wasnt an option.  Slowly she cracked her eyes open giving them time to adjust to the light. Once her vision cleared, she  was met with a familiar chiseled torso. And just like that her morning grumpiness was the least of her worries. Her hands ran across his bare chest as she looked up to see the blue eyes of  the man she loved for three years staring back.

“It’s about time you woke up,” Calum murmured, a boyish grin pulling at the corners of his lips.

The same grin that had her head over heels from the moment he flashed it to her, her last year of high school. The had met through mutual friends at a party and immediately hit it off. They were both 16 at the time and shared a lot of interests despite aspiring for different things in life. They  were on the same page where it mattered.

Even back then Y/n knew Calum was special, she had fallen for him the moment they met. When they got together a few month later, her feelings for him only intensified. She always wanted to see him win in all aspects of life. She supported him with an undying nature he had previously only seen in family.  

When he made Arsenal’s first team the 2012/2013 season she couldn’t have been more ecstatic for him. How could she not be? He was doing what he loved for the team he loved. And like It should be in a healthy relationship–Calum was very encouraging of Y/n’s dreams as well. He could barely contain his enthusiasm when Y/n was accepted in her transfer to UCL to study psychology. Her dream was to become a child therapist and he was happy to see her moving towards making that happen.They, at just 19, were in love and working towards their goals. Even with obstacles and difficulties they faced life was good.

“How long have you been up?” she croaked out, her voice still raspy with sleep. Calum propped his head on his hand and used his elbow to brace himself. He shrugged, brushing fly away strands of hair out of her face. “A while,”

“Why arent you dressed? Have you just been watching me sleep the whole time?” she scrunched up her face at the thought. He didnt have time to be in bed just gazing at her, he had training. He should’ve been up taking a shower and getting ready since he had been up for ’ a while’.

“You know you love it,” he teased as he continued playing with her hair.

“I really don’t. It’s creepy,” y/n swatted his hand away rolling over to face the opposite wall. His low laughter invaded the space around her. It was different from how he normally sounded, more rough and deep…it was sexy.

She felt the bed shift a bit, letting her know he had closed the space she put between them. she felt him  wrap one arm around her waist and he tugged her closer to him, until her back was on his chest.

“But you love me anyways,” he whispered in her ear, a slight arrogance to his tone. He was so cocky sometimes,but definitely not wrong. Y/n smiled to herself, deciding to mess with him.

“Hmm, I dont know about all that. I don’t know if I can be with a guy who watches me while I sleep. That’s  some stalker type shit, I don’t think I can deal,” she teased,  scooting away to emphasize her point.

Calum however wasnt letting her off so easy; he wrapped both arms around her this time keeping her situated. A smirk pulling his lips upward,  she wanted to play games. Well could do that too. He knew she was super ticklish  and decided to use that to his advantage. He wiggled his fingers against her her sides.

“What were you saying?“he taunted continuing to tickle her,” I’m a what?“

Y/n screamed out in laughter while tying in vain to squirm away from him, “Calum, stoppp,” she squealed. It literally was getting hard to breath how much she was laughing.

“Not until you admit you love me and that it turns you on when I watch you sleep,” he smirked.

“No!” she refused. He tickled her harder, this time actually tickling her skin since her tank top rode up with all her squirming. “Calum,” she whined.

“Say it!” he demanded.


“Say it Y/n,” he demanded again, his fingers digging more into her sides.

“Fine!” she gave in, not being able to take it any longer. “I love it when you watch me sleep,” she gasped.

“And,” he probed as his fingers slowed down.

Y/n gazed up at him, her eyes begging him not to make her say it. He raised his hand over her body again in a threatening manner.


“And it totally turns me on,” she repeated dryly.

“Aww, you can sound a bit more enthusiastic when you say it babe,” he said, feigning hurt as he jabbed his finger into her side.

“Calum,” she warned, swatting his finger away. He gave her a devilish smirk and continued his poking. “Calum, come on, stop,”

“Or you’ll what?” he mocked as he held her close to him and continued his poking.

Y/n getting annoyed now; it was cute for the first couple seconds, now he was just getting on her nerves. He thought it was still a game and she was over it.

“St-stop…Stop!” she yelled. With a hard jab of her elbow, she managed to get him off her and sprang off the bed.

By the look on his face, it was pretty obvious he hadn’t been expecting that. “What the hell is your problem?” he asked, his features now showing slight anger. He couldn’t seriously be mad at her, he was the one who didnt know when to quit. Besides Y/n was such he’s taking worse blows from his teammates.

“I told you to stop,” she said, pushing her hair away from her face.  He wasnt gonna make her feel bad, she made up her mind…until she noticed the quickly bruising the sore red spot in the middle of his chest. How hard had she hit him??

He looked down and rubbed the sore spot, flinching ever so slightly. Y/n immediately felt  worse. She hadn’t meant to hurt him, but she really didn’t like it when he would kerp doing things even after she asked him to stop. He knew that, so it was technically his fault. She shouldnt feel bad at all.

But she did; she dropped her shoulders and released a sigh. She climbed back up on the bed and slowly crawled over to him. “I’m sorry,” she started to say.This time it was Calum’s turn to roll off the bed. “Don’t bother apologizing,” he said, starting to walking into the bathroom within the room they shared.

“Cal….don’t be like that.” She said softly,trailing behind him into the bathroom,“I’m sorry I hit you so hard. I didn’t mean to hurt you,”

“You didnt,"he said flatly before adding,"I was just playing around with you, and you had to take it to another level.”

he rummaged around the cabinet for his razor and shaving cream, the pissed expression not letting up. Y/n wrapped her arms around his torso from behind and rest her cheek against his exposed back. She felt his muscles constrict underneath her. “I  know…I really am sorry. Please forgive me,” she pleaded in a small voice.

He planted his hands on the counter and hung his head low, releasing a deep breath. He stayed still for a few seconds before turning his head to  the side to look back  at her. She craned her neck up at him–he stood a whole foot taller than her at 6”— looking at him with big, apologetic eyes.

Calum sighed turning in her  embrace  so  he faced her and his back was against the counter. She rest her chin on his chest and looked up at him with the same pleading eyes.

"Dont be mad.”

“You know I can’t stay mad at you when you look at me like that,” he said with a groan. Y/n smile then pressed her lips against his chest in an appreciative kiss.  

He let out another groan, one that sounded a lot more like a growl, before dipping his head down and covering her mouth with his lips. She giggled at his eagerness, which made Calum kiss her even harder. He wrapped his arms firmly around her waist, picking her up and turning so he could place her down on the counter he had previously been leaning on.  It worked out  great because she was high enough he didn’t have to break his back leaning down so far to kiss her.

When he pulled away for air, she was smiling widely at him and it made his heart flutter in his chest in an unmanly manner. “What was that for?” she questioned.

“I didn’t get my good morning kiss.“he said matter of factly,” You were too busy abusing me.”

Y/n scoffed; he was definitely not gonna blame the whole sequence of events on her. Hitting him might have been  wrong and she felt bad about it but he was still ultimately the reason it happened.  

“It was your own fault,"she chided.

"Or maybe you’re  just mean."he shot back.

Y/n  blinked before laughing at his childish response, and her laughter only brought a smile to Calum’s face. “Well, maybe if you had stopped poking and tickling me when I told you to, none of that wouldve happened and I would have given you a proper morning greeting,” she replied with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

“Is that so?” Calum asked raising an eyebrow.

"Mayy-bee."she shrugged with a devilish smile, absentmindedly trailing her fingers across his skin. Leaving goosebumps in her wake; her sudden teasing nature piqued Calum’s interest.

"maybe you should show me what it would’ve been,” he suggested; responding to her teasing with alittle of his own– he pressed a line of kisses starting at her ear and making his way down her jaw line.

She giggled before placing her small hands on his bare, broad shoulders. “Too late."she grinned,” We have to get ready– you have training, I have class,” she said, pushing gently for him to move. Instead he stayed where he was, and groaned into her shoulder. Oh well.

“Move. ” Y/n ordered and with  one hard shove, she succeeded in pushing Calum far enough so that she could hop down from the counter.

“Where are you going?” He asked, turning to look at her with lust still clouding his eyes. Y/n looked at him like was stupid. It was comical how even the implication of sex made guys so intellectually dumb.  

“I need to get a shower so I can start getting ready,” she said slowly so he could catch every word without a doubt,“so do you.”

His eyes lit up for a second and Y/n  caught what he thought before quickly shooting that down.

“I meant separately, loser.” She clarified. She was planning to use this bathroom, and he could use the other one in the hall.

Calum pouted,“you’re no fun.”

“Oh well.” Y/n said simply,“you can get out now.”

But he didn’t move.

“Let me shower in her too,"he said suddenly. Ugh. They didn’t  have time for this.


“we’ll save ourselves both some time if we showered together…you know help each other out” he suggested, grabbing her wrists and pulling her to him again. Like he thought the closer they were the more like Y/n would agree with him.


“Yeah, because that will really save us time. Come on Calum, i’m not stupid .”she rolled her eyes.

“come on Y/n. I promise I’ll behave, let me shower here. ” he said, his voice husky in her ear. That almost made her cave, but she knew better than to let him have his way. They really couldn’t afford to mess around and thats all a shower with him would lead to. It just wasn’t a good idea.

“Fine,” she sighed. Calum’s smile grew wider on his face and he dipped his head in for another kiss. Y/n, however, brought her hand up and placed it over his mouth.

“You can shower in here. I’ll use the bathroom in the hall.” She took advantage of the fact he was stunned by her words and side stepped him. “But hurry up babe;  dont wanna be late.” With a final wink, she closed the door, leaving her stunned boyfriend behind.

The last thing she heard before heading out the room was him loudly shout  “Tease!”


•Long Distance Love• Neymar

“Great show, Y/n!”

The 23 year old model had just stepped off the runway, for the final time that night. She just made her way backstage when her manager Angie Deleasa came over giving the young model a half hearted hug.

Y/n smiled, replying with a quiet ‘thank you’ just quick enough before Angie was off into a tangent. The older woman went on about how great this exposure would be for Y/n’s budding modelling career, and the work she had already booked as a result.

Y/n had learned over the years when to tune Angie out, and this was definitely one of those times. Angie was right about one thing though–this was great exposure.

Y/n had just wrapped up  her very first New York fashion week, walking a total of seven shows. Though it was amazing, especially for an up and coming model, it definitely took its toll. Exhaustion couldn’t even explain half of how she was feeling right now. So the last thing she wanted to hear about in that moment was more work.

All Y/n wanted right now was to get to her hotel, take a shower, eat, maybe talk to her boyfriend if she could catch him and if not, sleep. She inwardly thanked God when Angie’s phone went off, forcing  the older woman leave her alone. Sometimes Y/n wondered if keeping Angie around as a good move…but the woman was nothing if not good at her job.

Y/n just wished Angie could understand that that there were other parts of her life that were just as –if not more– important .  She shook her head, heading towards the dressing room. Quickly grabbed her duffle bag, Y/n pulled out the clothes she brought to change into after the show. She stopped short when she noticed what she had grabbed.

She couldn’t help but laugh; she was in such a rush trying not to be late. she had grabbed Neymar’s old Barça jersey by mistake. Normally She slept in it but she was sleeping in one of his favorite shirts she took the last time she was in Barcelona.  

The jersey had been stuffed with all Y/n’s clothes so it was no wonder she ended up reaching for it. Speaking of Neymar though…she missed him like crazy. It’s been a little over two weeks since she last saw him.

Between the demands of their respective  jobs and both of them constantly traveling…it was hard. Neymar’s football career was getting bigger everyday while her modeling career was also picking up speed.

It was great…but it was also scary. The bigger they seem to get, the less time they  seemed to have for each other. That made Y/n afraid of growing distant and eventually falling apart. When they had time, everything was great–they loved each other so much–but that time seemed like it was quickly drying up without their consent…

She sighed pushing those thoughts away,  and got dressed, before putting her dufflebag on her shoulder and  headed out the dressing room. She started to make her way out the building but not before hugging and congratulating some of her fellow models- Jourdan Dunn, Cara Delevingne, and Kendall Jenner. All of whom in turn playfully teased her about her attire.

“Missing the bae that bad huh?"Jourdan smirked as she lightly grabbed at the sleeve of the jersey.

"How cute! do you think he’s wearing anything of yours around, maybe your lingerie?” Cara teased while Kendall made kissy faces.

Y/n laughed, flipping them off, which in turn caused them all to laugh. Just as she was turning to leave, Jourdan grabbed her by the arm.

“Wait let’s get one in for the 'gram.” Jourdan suggested.

Y/n hesitated for a few seconds but relented when they all started begging her to. they took a couple pictures before deciding together which ones were good enough before it was put online.

officialjdunn: and I’m in love with my babiesss 🎶🎶😍😍😘@y/username @kendalljenner @caradelevingne NYFW was amazing #untilnexttime #excuseuslookingkindacrazy #excepty/n #lowkeyshittingonalllofus #whosjerseyisthatY/n #questionsthatneedanswers

Y/n rolled her eyes at the caption, before giving everyone one final hug and heading out. She should have waited for her manager but she honestly didnt want to hear the womans mouth.if she wasnt talking about work she would use Y/n’s current attire as an excuse to talk about her relationship.

The older women wasnt impressed in the slightest with her clients choice to date a professional athlete –to her it was cliched and doomed to fail. She would take examples of other models who had failed relationships with athletes and how they were liable to cheat. So instead of putting herself in the place to ensure that she sent her manager a quick text that she had already left and got into the car called for her alone.

When she got to her hotel room, she did exactly as she planned; after she showered she put on yet another one of Neymar’s shirts, some shorts before she picked up her Macbook  and sat down the bed. She placed it on her lap and went directly to FaceTime and immediately called Neymar. She knew it was late but he made her promise she would call as soon as she got to her hotel. A smile graced her face when it connected and her  tired but gorgeous boyfriend filled her screen.

“Hey baby,” he  grinned back at her.  He was clearly tired but waited up for her. “Hey back,” she smiled softly,“ you should’ve just went to sleep babe you could’ve called me when you woke up.”

“Then you’d be asleep.” He argued.

“So you’re fucking up your sleeping pattern so I won’t? Ney…”

“Nope,"he cut in,” and don’t even think about hanging up. I’ll just call you back.“just by the look on his face Y/n knew he wasn’t joking. He would totally just keep calling until she finally picked up.

”…you’re  annoying.“she frowned.

"Soooo..?."he said in a sing song tone.

"Soooo..?."she mocked him.

So, do you miss me?”he asked with a childlike grin.

"Kinda…I miss Davi and Rafa more."She teased,laughing when he stared completely unamused,"I’m kidding dummy, of course I missed you.”

“uh huh…"Neymar rolled his eyes dramatically before the same grin from earlier broke out,"I saw some pictures from the  last show, you looked amazing babe.”

“aww, thanks Ney."Y/n blushed as a familiar burst of pride and happiness filled her. no matter how well she knew she did—hearing it from the man she loved  was a whole different level. Not to mention seeing the excitement and pride all over his face had made her feel thousands more confident.

"Don’t thank me! You did all the work…I wish I was with you right now.” Neymar frowned, shaking his head a little,“This week is so big for you I wish I could be there to support.”

y/n hated when he did this–blame himself for not being able to come out for her. He always talked about how his sister and parents–even the mother of his child–Carolina who adored Y/n and vice versa–were better support systems then he was. She didn’t want him to feel bad about shit he couldn’t control.

“There’ll be other shows."she gave him her brightest smile.

"Other shows for me to miss."he said wistfully. And there it was again–reality.

Their schedules generally clashed. it was more ideal for Y/n to support him at matches then it was for Neymar to come to a fashion show. He has made it to a handful since Y/n’s career started to find its momentum though not as much as he would like. But in Y/n eyes he made up for it for his constant and vocal support. Whenever she had a show he couldn’t attend he always made sure to wish her luck and post pictures.

"oh, babe, it’s okay."Y/n assured him, she didn’t want him feeling bad over things he couldn’t control.

"is it though?"Neymar  countered, she talked good game but he knew that his inability to consistently come out and support her wasn’t okay with her. She thought he didn’t see but he saw every time disappointed flashed through her eyes when she had an event he couldn’t make it to.

Yes it is.“she said firmly. Neymar shook his head but refrained from arguing. They continued to talk until his yawns became more frequent and literally looked like he was forcing himself to stay awake.

"Go to sleep, Ney,"Y/n said gently,” I know you’re gonna have to get up soon.“ He looked like he wanted to protest but he knew she was right. He had to be up to get ready for training in a few short hours. If he was smart he would get back to sleep.

"I hate these time differences, we barely got to talk.” he frowned.

“I know,” Y/n pouted as she leaned closer to her screen,“ but look at it this way, I’ll be back in Barcelona by Sunday–I’ll even get to make your match.”

That bit of information was enough to make Neymar break out into a bright albeit it tried smile,“I’m looking forward to it.”

After saying a couple more I miss you’s and I love you’s the young couple blew each other kisses, wished each other a good night and ended their FaceTime call.

Y/n shut her laptop and put it aside as she lay still allowing the exhaustion she had been fighting to take over her senses. Just before she could get to sleep her phone went off on the bedside dresser. She reached for it and immediately smiled at what she saw. On her lock screen was a notification of a text from Neymar.

Minha Cabeça Grande😍😍❤️

Bons sonhos, minha princesa😘❤️


Meeting You - Part 7

Part 1 ~ Part 2 ~ Part 3 ~ Part 4 ~ Part 5 ~ Part 6

Thank you for all the positive feedback on that last part, I’m glad you liked it and I’m sending all of you a virtual hug (you can’t feel it but it’s there!)

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So, yah, I don’t know how I feel about this part I meant for it to be a short filler, but I just kept writing, let me know what you think!

Rae closed the door to her mum’s room and rested her head on the back of the door to keep her steady. She closed her eyes as tight as she could because this door wasn’t thick enough, and because she still wasn’t far enough, she wanted to run far away and never come back, she wanted to find a hole to crawl in it and never come out. More than anything she wanted a time machine to bring her back to earlier today so she never had this stupid party.

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** Niall Horan Imagine for Erica ( Ericajelovcic) **

Imagine you had just moved in next to Niall. In your case you it was good for you because you had sort of a little crush on him. You were cooped up in the house because you hadn’t made any friends yet. You were watching TV when you heard something hit your window.  You got up and looked out the window. Niall was standing in your backyard shirtless with a soccer ball. You opened your window.

“ Hey! I wondering if you wanted to play with me?” Niall waved 

“ Umm Sure, I’ll be right down. ” You smiled

As you made your way down stairs you couldn’t stop smiling.


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