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Β· No matter where you go, he always carries your purse. Or if you're at an event where you're wearing heels and you get tired, he has no problem carrying you or swapping shoes with you so you're comfortable, even if it means he has to walk barefoot.
Β· If the two of you were traveling together, he would make a playlist of songs that remind him of you, for the two of you to listen to on the plane.
Β· If you fell asleep on his shoulder or chest, he wouldn't move at all so as not to disturb you, and he would probably fall asleep too.
Β· If something good or exciting happened to him, you would be the first person heβd want to tell.
Β· He loves it when you leave lipstick or lip gloss marks on his cheek. He says it marks him as yours, and he loves that.
Β· Secretly, he thinks about his future with youβwhat your house will look like, how many children youβll have, whether youβll want pets. Afterward, heβs all over youβclingy and affectionateβall day long; you donβt know why, but you donβt complain either.
Β· He loves it when you tell him how proud you are of himβand even better if itβs accompanied by hugs. He loves your hugs.
Β· He pays for all your appointmentsβwhether for nails, hair, or anything elseβeven though youβve told him several times it isnβt necessary; he simply wants to spoil the love of his life.
Β· Even though he doesn't really like having his picture taken, heβd let you take as many as you wanted; if you took selfies together or mirror shots, heβd ask you to send them to him and would save them in an album in his gallery dedicated solely to you.
Β· He would also save all the snaps you send him or the selfies you take with his phone.
Β· When he is away, he spends his nights rereading the messages the two of you exchanged during the dayβor the ones where you tell him you love him. He even listens to the voice notes you send him more than three times because he misses your voice.
Although the celebrity of the relationship was him, he couldn't help but want to admire each and every one of your achievements.
Did you graduate? Well, he will be your cheerleader.
"Yes! That's my girl! I'm so proud of you, baby."
Did you get something that everyone told you was ridiculous but you wanted it? He will be happy as if he had won an Oscar.
"Did you get the album? No way.β
It's just that he really loves seeing you happy.
He would do anything to see the smile that only appears when something thrills you deeply.
He also really likes kissing that smile.
Youβd show him something you bought, an important piece of paperwork youβd managed to get sorted out, or anythingβno matter how smallβand after celebrating it as if it were a Nobel Prize, heβd gently take your face in his hands and kiss you.
So yeah, Louis is your number one fan in the entire world. <3
I think itβd be hilarious if u wrote abt reader x bf!jobe, where jobe is js talking and reader is flabbergasted by him and is all like βwhatever you say handsomeβ and itβs all flufffyyyyy
handsome β # jobe bellingham
synopsis β y/n canβt help but admire jobe as he says something that she just cannot focus on
# warnings: like one curse word. fluff.
# wc: 1,1k
# miaβs note: itβs short and i donβt know if exactly what you imagined but this is what i could come up with. thank you so much for your request! with sooo much love, mia.
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rain tapped softly against the windows, the television murmured some documentary neither of them was actually paying attention to, and the lamp in the corner painted everything in warm gold instead of bright white.
y/n was curled up sideways on the sofa with a blanket over her legs, a mug of tea balanced between her hands. jobe was stretched out beside her.
heβd started on the opposite end of the couch, but over the course of the evening heβd somehow drifted closer and closer until one of his legs was pressed against hers and his arm rested lazily behind her shoulders.
jobe was speaking. telling a story about something that had happened during training. all animated with hands and all.
βand then he tries to tell me that pineapple belongs on pizza.β
y/n blinked. βhm?β
jobe laughed under his breath. βyouβre not listening.β
βi am.β
βreally?β
βabsolutely.β
he narrowed his eyes playfully. βwhat did i just say?β
βsomething intelligent.β
he scoffed. βthatβs not an answer.β
βitβs close enough,β she smiled into her mug before setting it on the coffee table.
jobe shook his head with a grin and continued anyway, gesturing with his hands as he spoke.
βiβm serious. then he goes, βitβs sweet, so it balances the salt,β and everyone starts agreeing with him,β he looked genuinely offended by the memory. βi felt betrayed.β
βdevastating.β
he nods. βexactly.β
βmustβve been difficult.β
βone of the hardest moments of my life.β
βiβm so sorry.β
he smiled wider. βthank you for understanding.β
he kept talking. something about training tomorrow and about one of the younger players accidentally kicking a ball into a cameraman. then, about how someone had somehow managed to lose an entire bag of bibs.
y/n triedβshe genuinely triedβto follow every word. she really did. but it was impossible, because he was so unfairly beautiful.
his curls were still slightly damp from his shower, every few sentences heβd run his hands through it absentmindedly. his hoodie sleeves were pushed up to his forearms. his hands moved every time he spoke, expressive without him even realizing it.
and every now and then, heβd smile his real smile. the one that started small at one corner of his mouth before completely taking over his face. the one that crinkled the corners of his eyes and made people look at those instead of his teeth.
y/n found herself staring. she wondered if heβd always looked like this or if sheβd simply become incapable of looking at him normally.
he was explaining something about tactics now. she had absolutely no idea what it was though.
his lips moved and his eyebrows lifted and he looked so invested in whatever point he was making.
she was busy thinking about how someone could possibly have eyelashes that long.
βand thatβs why i think it wouldβve made more sense if weβd switched sides earlier,β a pause to look at her. βdonβt you think?β
he was met with nothing but silence.
jobe tilted his head. βlove?β
again, nothing but silence.
she was still looking at him, but she was gone.
he waved a hand in front of her face. βearth to y/n?β
she blinked once. βhuh?β
he laughed. βthere you are.β
βsorry.β
βwhereβd you disappear to?β
she opened her mouth to then close it again, because saying i was busy admiring your face felt slightly embarrassing. even after almost two years together.
βnothing.β
βnothing?β
βmhm.β
βi donβt believe you,β he leaned a little closer, squinting at her dramatically. βyouβve got that look.β
she frowned softly. βwhat look?β
βthe one where youβre thinking something.β
βiβm not.β
βyou are.β
βprove it.β
βeasy,β he gently poked the space between her eyebrows. βlittle wrinkle.β
she gasped. βi do not wrinkle.β
βyou wrinkle.β
she rolled her eyes and he chuckled before continuing exactly where heβd left off.
βanyway, like i was sayingββ
there it was again. his hands, his voice, the little dimple that appeared whenever he smiled, the concentration on his face over something so completely insignificant. how was she supposed to pay attention?
ββ¦so maybe next match itβllββ
she sighed. βwhatever you say, handsome.β
the words escaped before sheβd even realized sheβd said them.
jobe stopped mid-sentence. βwhat?β
she blinked.
βwhat? did you justββ
she immediately covered her face with both hands. βignore me.β
his grin spread so slowly it was almost painful to watch. βno.β
βplease?β
βabsolutely not.β
she groaned into her palms. βi canβt believe i said that out loud.β
he was trying so hard not to laugh. βa little distracted, were we?β
she peeked through her fingers. βfuck you.β
βwerenβt listening to a word.β
βnot one.β
he put a hand over his heart. βthat hurts.β
βi know.β
βi was making excellent points.β
βiβm sure you were,β she nodded. βi believe you.β
he finally laughed and the sound immediately pulled a smile out of her too.
βwhat was going through your head?β he asked.
she shrugged. βyouβve got really iβm bb pretty eyes.β
he stared. βthatβs it?β
βyeah.β
βthatβs why you stopped listening?β
she looked at him like the answer was obvious. βjobe,β she reached over and absentmindedly fixed one of his curls. ββ¦look at you.β
his ears turned pink almost instantly. βdonβt.β
βyouβre sitting here expecting me to focus on tactics when you look likeβ¦β she searched for the words. ββ¦that.β
he laughed quietly. ββthatβ?β
βyes.β
he tried to hide his smile by looking down.
she looked toward the rain hitting the windows. βitβs pouring.β
βthe heatingβs on.β
βyouβre adorable.β
βstop.β
βyou are.β
he shook his head, smiling helplessly. βyou knowβ¦β he murmured, ββ¦i was trying to have a serious conversation.β
she reached for his hand, intertwining their fingers without thinking.
he squeezed her hand once. very gently.
βfor the record,β she said softly, tracing absentminded circles over his knuckles, βi really do think youβre the prettiest person iβve ever seen.β
he looked over at her. there was no teasing left in his expression now. he leaned over without another sentence, pressing a slow kiss against her forehead. then another against the tip of her nose. then one against her cheek.
βokay,β he mumbled.
βokay what?β
βwhatever you say, gorgeous.β
she laughed so hard she nearly fell sideways into him. and he caught her effortlessly, wrapping both arms around her waist until she was tucked against his chest.
βsee?β he whispered into her hair. βnow neither of us can finish a conversation.β
she smiled against his hoodie. βi love you.β
βand i love you ten times more you sexy, beautiful, talented, sexy, smart, beautiful woman.β
and y/n didnβt tell him very frequently how good looking he was, but he made sure to let her know every single day how gorgeous, stunning, and amazing she was.
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tags: jude bellingham x reader, fluff, suggestive but not smut, alcohol consumption, jude being a needy boyfriend, english is not my first language, google translator is being used so i'm sorry for any grammar mistake, if i missed anything lmk. <3
now playing: drop dead by olivia rodrigo.
notes: i'm so in love with both bellingham's that i might stop breathing, if you have any requests my dm's and request box are totally open.
Your relationship with Jude so far is like a dream come true.
He was so sweet, chivalrous, and his smileβGod, that gorgeous smile could disarm you without even trying.
You met him at a gathering with mutual friends. From the moment he saw you and you had a chance to talk, he didn't stop flirting with you, and of course, you with him.
The hours flew by like minutes, and you wished the night would never end, but of course, the bar had to close so early at 11.
"Can I walk you home?"
God, yes, please.
Your mind had already made up its mind before you could, and you nodded with a smile, the alcohol coursing through your veins, making you feel lighter and bolder.
"Yeah, I'd love to."
You told your friends you were leaving, and you both said goodbye to your respective friends before leaving the bar together. The cool city air greeted you, contrasting with your skin, warmed by the alcohol, and the smiles Jude had managed to elicit from you that night.
Since you didn't live far away, you decided to walk.
Better that way, you could spend more time with him.
During your walk, you confirmed that his accent was one of the many things about him that made him attractive.
Once you arrived at your house, you opened the door and, before entering, turned to look at him with a glint in your eyes that betrayed both desire and curiosity.
"Do you want to come in?"
A sly smile played on his lips, and he nodded.
"Of course."
You stepped aside to let him in, and once again, you caught a whiff of his cologne.
The moment you closed the door and turned around, his large hand rested on the back of your neck, and almost instantly his lips found yours, kissing you like someone who had waited all night to do so.
"Your room?"
His accent deepened as he lowered his voice. You pointed to your bedroom, and he led you there, never breaking the kiss, leaving a trail of your clothes on the floor.
That had been months ago; now you were officially dating.
But that night you were back at that bar, only this time the casual kisses amidst playful teasing were frequent, and the way he looked at you was similar but not the same. Now he looked at you with such love that you felt you could rip your heart out and offer it to him on a silver platter. Okay, maybe not quite that dramatic, but what Jude made you feel was indescribable.
"You're lost."
He said, leaning in to kiss the corner of your lips, then your lips themselves, making you smile, and you returned the kiss. It might sound crazy, but ever since you met him, you'd imagined something like this with him.
Definitely feminine intuition.
"That's not true."
"Yes, it is."
You didn't answer, but you let him continue kissing your lips briefly, just like you knew he did when he wanted to make out with you.
"What do you think about going to the bathroom?"
"Isn't that illegal?"
"A man loving his wife? I don't think so."
Your heart skipped a beat at the word "wife", but you didn't stop smiling.
"I'm not your wife."
"But you will be."
Now your heart was pounding as he pulled back slightly and watched your reaction. You leaned in and murmured,
"We'll see. Let's go to the bathroom."
"You will be."
Then he stood up first and took your hand, walking toward the bathroom⦠which had a huge line.
You looked at him and he made a face with a smile on his face. There were so many people, everyone had to push and shove to get through.
"Well, I think we'd better go."
You laughed and he led you toward the exit. You had your bag with you and it was just the two of you, so you had no trouble getting out.
On the way to your house, you both passed through a small park with warm lights that accentuated Jude's features, making him look even more handsome than he already was.
Almost like one of the angels on the walls of Versailles.
And while you were lost in your daydream, out of nowhere, it started to rain, forcing you and Jude to practically run for cover from the downpour.
You laughed along with him at the state you both were in, and yet Jude still cupped your cheeks and kissed you. You could both feel each other's smiles during the kiss.
You could have sworn you'd drop dead if he kissed you, his lips felt so good and right against yours.
The sound of leaves crunching underfoot filled the air, and a flash of light made you break apart.
"Hey! Don't do that."
You looked at each other and then ran away.
The most alive you've ever felt is definitely with him.
oh, can i request a jobe fic with like... dancing with our hands tied by taylor, please? like the reader is a bit older, them trying to protect the love theyre trying to create, angst with fluff??? thank you!
Your face in an invisible locket.
tags: jobe bellingham x reader, age gap (reader's a few years older than jobe), angst with fluff ending, reader feeling self-conscious, the press being annoying as always, jobe being so in love with you, very slightly suggestive but nothing too explicit. english is not my first language, google translator is being used so i'm sorry for any grammar mistake.
now playing: dancing with our hands tied by taylor swift.
notes: i hope you really enjoy it, thank you for your request nonnie.
If someone told you that you were going to fall in love with someone younger than you, you wouldn't have believed it. But if someone told you that you'd fall for Jobe Bellingham himself, you would have laughed in their face because it was totally ridiculous, right?
Well, if it was as "ridiculous" as you thought, why are you now lying between the sheets, naked, cuddled up to him while he looks at you with so much love, your heart threatening to burst with that same love for him?
It's been months since you and Jobe started dating in secret, being very careful not to let anyone see you together. One of your biggest fears is that someone could ruin what you two have.
You were coming off a rather disastrous breakup when you met Jobe, but you never imagined that he would be the one to make you believe in true love again.
"What's going on in that pretty little head of yours, hmm?"
His raspy voice and that beautiful accent pulled you from your thoughts, making you look at him. You had to tilt your head slightly to see him as his fingers caressed your bare shoulder.
"Nothing, it's just that it still feels unreal that we're here⦠like this."
He smiled slightly, revealing that precious dimple you loved to kiss, and gave your shoulder a gentle, affectionate squeeze.
"Nothing in the world could have stopped this from happening. What's meant to be will be."
At his words, you couldn't help but feel even more enchanted and in love with him. At the same time, this gave you a bad feeling. Not about him, of course, but about how the people out there could destroy that sacred oasis you two had built together over the months you'd been together, simply by letting them see even a little bit of your world.
You simply smiled and snuggled closer to him, pushing the intrusive thoughts away.
Nothing in the world could separate them.
Or so you thought.
One day, you both decided that going for breakfast together at a private place would be a good idea, only it wasn't as private as you thought.
Later that night, photos of you and Jobe having breakfast at that very place were leaked, revealing the well-kept secret you both shared, and of course, people started talking.
"Isn't she too old for him?"
"Ew, date someone your own age."
"She's probably only dating him for his money."
And the headlines in magazines, articles online, and posts on gossip sites began to fill up with the "controversial" relationship of the young English footballer.
At the next game Jobe played, he was obviously questioned by interviewers about his relationship with you. He was brief, defending you by saying that his private life wasn't something he wanted to discuss with them, but they didn't stop, even though you were now his target.
You were sitting in your apartment's living room when you heard footsteps approaching. You turned off your phone, set it aside, and rested your chin on your hand, looking away, your mind filled with those kinds of comments about you and "the kind of woman you are for dating someone younger than you."
"Hey, babe, what's wrong?" Jobe knelt down in front of you and made you look at him, gently moving your face with his fingers until your eyes met his. His were filled with concern, and yours surely with sadness.
"This is what I feared, that they'd want to separate us as soon as they found out. I hate this, I hate that people can't see we're happy, Iβ¦"
You sighed, feeling your chest grow heavy and tears threatening to spill from your eyes, and as soon as Jobe noticed, he stood up to sit beside you and pulled you close.
"Hey, hey. No, don't say that. Only we know what we have and the real story, not them. They don't know about us."
You looked at him with a tiny spark of hope and a lot of love in your eyes.
He leaned down to kiss your forehead, and you nodded.
"I told you before, and I'll tell you now, there's nothing in the world that can stop this, nothing."
You didn't say anything, but inside you, something wanted to believe his words, even though you were still terrified that the world would tear you both apart.
"I'm a mess."
"You're not, and if you were, you're the disaster I want."
You smiled and hugged him tighter.
The next time you were seen together, people kept talking, but you both decided to silence the voices outside demanding that you couldn't be together and took refuge in the bed he transformed into a sacred oasis where no one else existed but the two of you.
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tags: jobe bellingham x reader, social media stalking (just once), fluff, fluff and more fluff, I'm just so in love with him, bye.
now playing: paper rings by taylor swift.
notes: hi, this is my first time writing for jobe so if there's any mistake or something, any suggestion, advice, correction, etc, will be welcome, also english is not my first language and google translator is being used so I'm so sorry for any grammar mistake. I feel like this was kind of shitty but I'll improve, I promise.
The night you met Jobe, you never thought you would. It was a quiet, boring night in your room, watching your favorite show for the thousandth time. Then your group of friends started buzzing, and two of them suggested going to a get-together they'd been invited to, unaware that one of the Bellingham brothers would be there.
Although you initially refused, one of your closest friends came to your house and practically dragged you out (she didn't, but she made you get out of bed and get dressed).
When you arrived at the party, it was a small gathering; the number of people wasn't huge, but there were still a considerable number.
As you joined a group of people, thanks to one of your friends who knew them (and was responsible for you being there), your gaze fell on one of the guys in particular.
When you realized who it was, you tried not to look like a crazy person for staring at him for too long. Of course you knew who he was; it was impossible not to at this point. So when your eyes met his, you gave him a sly smile, which he returned.
That night you talked a little, shared laughs, and even followed each other on Instagram, but you definitely wouldn't believe what happened after that.
That night, when you got home, you went to his Instagram profile and spent so much time there that you came across a post from 2019, which, without meaning to, and because you were falling asleep, you liked.
And immediately you received a message.
"Are you stalking me?"
"Damn," you muttered, now fully awake.
"A little, maybe."
"Lol, I was about to text you but I didn't know how to start the conversation. Thanks for giving me a reason."
A smile lit up your face, and after that, your bond with Jobe strengthened until the day you both finally confessed your feelings for each other a couple of months later, and then he asked you to be his girlfriend, which brings us to where we are now.
It's crazy to think that one night you were stalking him, and now you're lying on his bed, with him lying on top of you like his personal teddy bear, and you're reading one of the books on the bookshelf in his room.
"Sleep with me, please."
He asked, his voice muffled against your chest, making you laugh. You closed the book and wrapped your arms around your boyfriend, your legs around his waist.
"You're so needy."
"Shut up and kiss me."
But it wasn't always like this. At first, when you were both in denial, or playing dumb, you were playing this cat-and-mouse game where, at gatherings with mutual friends, you'd both coincidentally disappear at the same time, but the truth was you were both in the bathroom making out passionately. You ignored him in public because you didn't want the press to interfere with what you were building. But the best thing that had happened to you was being honest with him and discovering that he felt the same way, and being able to wake up next to him after you'd promised the night before that he'd take you home after the movie you'd said you'd watch.
One night, already a couple, you texted him saying you weren't feeling well, to which he replied saying he'd pick you up in about 20 minutes after you told him you wanted to see him.
"What's wrong, honey?" He murmured once you stepped out of your house, wrapping his long arms around you. You simply hid in his embrace and let the warmth of his hug comfort you.
"I don't want to talk about it now. It was a long day. Can I have a kiss instead?"
Your chin rested on his chest, and he simply placed a short, affectionate kiss on your forehead, murmuring,
"Of course you can."
He gently pressed his lips to yours.
"Maybe two," he said.
You smiled subtly as his lips met yours again with that warmth and love only he knew how to give.
"Or maybe three."
By then, you were already beaming when, this time, he placed a loud, smacking kiss on your lips. You giggled and looked up at him, having to tilt your chin slightly because of his height.
"There's my favorite smile. Come on, darling."
That night he took you out to dinner, nothing fancy, just the two of you at a burger joint away from the hustle and bustle of the city.
You'd already ordered your food and were chatting about trivial things, what you'd done during the day, and so on, until your food arrived.
When you finished, you were simply there, existing together, him making you laugh and him laughing too. God, you loved his smile and the way his face lit up when he smiled.
You were snapped out of your trance when you saw his hands move toward the napkin holder. You watched intently as he glanced at you with a smile, his eyes glancing sideways until you finally saw what he was doing, making your heart leap in your chest.
"Would you, beautiful lady, marry me with paper rings?"
You laughed, and although you knew he was just joking, you couldn't help but think that someday, in the future, that scenario could become real with a real ring.
"Of course I would marry you with paper rings, sir."
He then carefully took your hand, slipped the makeshift ring onto your finger, and leaned across the table to kiss you with a smile that was practically invisible.
Come to think of it, you wouldn't mind marrying him with paper rings, a real ring, or anything else, as long as it was with him.
So hey, Iβm backβ¦ Has been a long time since I last wrote something but well, here I am again. Iβm like so so obsessed with Jude and Jobe Bellingham so expect me to write a lot about them, you can send requests if you want. <3
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Summary: When Elisa sends a picture to the girl she was flirting with at the club...except it wasn't the right number.
Warning: ...there is a picture here loll.
A/n: I'm so sorry but this is by far the worst fic I've written, I've tried to do something new and I'm not so confident about it. I still wanted you guys to read it and all the support from the anonymous asks helped me a lot. Thank you!
This picture is NOT Elisa, it is from @/torinha___ on instagram
The loud music was almost making Elisa dizzy. She gave a small nod to Jackie, pointing to the club seats and tip toeing there to make sure she won't bump into anyone. Elisa didn't want to admit it, but she knew she drank too much than she should've. The squad decided to go and celebrate their win against bayern Munich at a fancy bar in the south of Paris, but they completely forgot about their early afternoon training the next day.
Sakina was the only sober one, restricting alcohol from her diet because of her faith. And even if Islam permitted drinking, she'd still refuse. She loves being in control and aware of her surrounding environments, and if she gets drunk she'd lose all of the power.
Elisa awkwardly bumped into Sakina's shoulder, giving her a soft wave before settling down next to her, "oh my God we are so done for tomorrow, he will kill us."
"He will kill you, not us," she reminded Elisa, "it's okay, just stop drinking or else you'll make tomorrow worse."
"Yeah thanks Saki," Elisa gave Sakina a weak thumbs up as she twisted her body to the table, "I'll just drink water from now on."
Sakina patted Elisa's back as she turned to glance at the other girls. She hates the smell of sweat and drinks, but she loves hanging out with the girls. She can see Jackie and Eva dancing, as well as Clare twirling around... obviously too drunk to even care about how crazy she looks.
When she turned to her left, she noticed a woman staring at Elisa. She wasn't sure if she should let Elisa know about it, or just stay quiet and see if the woman will do anything. But she saw her take quick steps towards the both of them, and that caused Sakina to panic and turn the other way.
"Hey," a sultry voice hit Elisa's ear, feeling a hand squeeze her shoulder. She turned around to see who it was, and she was stunned for a minute by the beauty of the woman.
It's been a while since Elisa had gotten the attention of a girl that way. Even though she's been getting popular on social media, it feels as though her dating life has disappeared. Her last relationship ended because of the distance (her moving from montpellier to psg), and even that relationship was short anyways and ended awfully.
And when she tried dating apps, it seems as though her dates never work. Awkwardness fills both sides, and they ultimately end up ghosting each other. For a second, she tried convincing herself that it's for the best...so she can focus on football only. But now she is getting a little humiliated by all of this. Even her teammates make jokes about it (Eva laughed after Elisa opened up about her dating history, then proceeded to say she has '0 rizz').
She glanced back to the glass of water in front of her, then back to the woman in front of her. Maybe she should try this one more time, it won't hurt anyone...besides, everyone is drunk and if she embarrassed herself she'd probably forget about it anyways.
"Hey sweetheart," she smiled back, as she chugged the cold water, hoping it will make her sound less drunk than she is.
But when she glanced back at the stranger, she noticed her face was in complete shock, "oh my God, you're a girl?!"
"Haha...yeah, does that bother you?" Elisa gets this a lot in situations like this. In pure daylight, it's obvious she's just a masculine woman. But in dark clubs filled with drunk people, some visions get blurred. She just hoped that the women that try and flirt with her are actually attracted to women.
"Oh...no it doesn't," she gave a soft smile, her hand softly moving from Elisa's shoulder to the nape of her neck, delicately squeezing the tough muscle in there, "I just didn't know you were a girl and your voice caught me off guard."
Sakina was glaring at the stranger, having to see Elisa fall into the same trap everytime. She knew Elisa was desperate for some love (she does get laid apparently...well, that's what she tells Sakina), and this causes her to end up being in sticky situations with many straight women.
"My name is Sophie by the way," she raised her little champagne cup to Elisa, stepping closer to her to the point where her body was between Elisa's legs.
"Hey Sophie, I'm Elisa," She grinned at her with a wink, she lifted her right hand and placed it on Sophie's waist, "no work tomorrow?"
"Ew don't bring work here I'm trying to escape it," she fake gagged, placing the champagne glass on the table and placing her other hand on Elisa's thigh.
Usually, Elisa would freak out by the amount of physical touches she's getting. Especially by someone who she met not even a minute ago, but Sophie was an attractive woman...and that made her lose all the self respect she had and allowed her to do whatever she wants to her body.
She giggled at what she said, "Yeah me too."
"Your muscles are great, I've never seen a woman like that before," Sophie looked down as she tapped Elisa's tough quads, making sure that they're real.
Yeah because you haven't seen women in the first place,
Sakina thought as her blood started boiling, maybe she was being too much. Maybe Sophie was actually not straight and Sakina had been a bitch this whole time. But it doesn't matter, what matters is that Elisa is definitely too drunk to actually thinking appropriately.
"Yeah?" Elisa smirked at Sophie, she lifted up her sleeve and flexed her bicep, looking at Sophie's dropped jaw.
"Oh wow, that's the hottest thing I've ever seen."
Elisa burst out laughing, she knew if she can continue with the flirting she can possibly end up in a bedroom. The way Sophie was approaching her was definitely strange, but she did love the attention. And anyone who compliments her hard work in the gym makes her feel confident and cocky.
Sakina was grabbing her head with both of her hands, she wanted to pull Sophie away and drag Elisa home. She glanced up to check up on Jackie, Eva, and Clare. And she saw them cleaning up the little table they were using.
Alhumdulillah, Sakina thanked god realizing that she will be driving them home now.
"Psst, Elisa we're going now." She tapped Elisa on the shoulder, making sure she won't touch Sophie's clingy hand.
Elisa glanced back to Sophie with an evident pout, "sorry, I gotta go...can I get your number? we can finish the conversation there."
Her hand kept delicately squeezing Sophie's waist, waiting for a response from her. Sexting wasn't something she did, but she had some experience with from the long distance relationship that didn't last 2 months.
Sophia stood there slightly speechless, contemplating whether she should actually give out her phone number to Elisa, or run away from this embarrassing day.
"Okay, give me your phone and I'll type it."
Unknown Number
This is how it looked under the shirt π
You huffed as you stared at the 11:59 on your computer screen. Working is always exhausting, but the paycheck makes it enjoyable. Your eyes were slightly burning from staying on the computer for too long, and it makes you feel way older than you knew you are. You were hoping time would move quickly so you can start your lunch, but a sudden ding came from your phone.
You glanced at Jasmine, your coworker, as she gave you a shrug, "check your phone, I don't think anyone will care. I mean lunch is gonna start in 29 seconds...no 28...no actually 27."
You sighed as you pulled your phone out from your purse, but froze when you saw a notification from an unknown number. You rarely get these texts, especially after the cybersecurity course you took that left you traumatized. But something from this made you curious, for sure now as an adult you can think maturely when texting strangers. Maybe it's an important message or someone who needs help.
You pressed on the notification, and gasped. Turning off off your phone, you stared back at computer screen, moving the mouse around making sure you finish your job.
"Damn you really wanna finish all 60 seconds. 16...15...14." Jasmine laughed at your nonchalant face.
You frustratingly pulled you phone back, reading the texts again. You are an adult now! You can tell them off. What if they're a hacker and they'll get into your personal data and leak all of your pictures? You glanced back at the picture as your face flushed, damn even if it's gross and weird to send strangers pictures like this...you were guilty for finding whoever this person may be attractive.
Maybe they accidentally sent it to the wrong number,
??
This is Elisa from the club last night haha
Elisa? That's a girl name right? You closed your eyes, now you're definitely guilty for finding her attractive. You were so single that a nude picture from a random masculine woman is making your face turn red. You looked back at the picture, not knowing how to respond.
Wrong number
I didn't go to a club last night
Sorry x
I'm pretty sure the person would've loved that picture though
Seen 4 minutes ago
Elisa screeched as she saw those texts, throwing the phone away in the locker room. Sakina turned around horrified from the scream, "Eli, what's wrong!"
"Saki kill me," she dropped her face into her hands as she lightly sobbed. Her right leg was twitching up and down as she sat down on one of the locker room seats.
Sakina placed her hair brush in her locker as she sighed from Elisa's dramatic behavior, "oh come on...what did you do?" But when she turned to look at Elisa, her dameanor turned serious. Elisa's face was bright red, eyes filled with tears and eyebrows furrowed.
She stepped towards Elisa worriedly, looking at Elisa's phone laying on the ground. She walked towards her phone, trying to see what even happened.
"No!" Elisa jumped up and grabbed her phone, hiding it into her chest, "Saki I made a stupid mistake."
"You're scaring me, just tell me what you did." Sakin came closer to Elisa, pushing her back into sitting.
"Do you remember Sophie from yesterday?" Elisa guiltily looked down as she whispered to Sakina.
Sakina rolled her eyes, "yes...I do remember her."
Elisa sighed again, this time in frustration and humiliation, "well...I guess she gave me a fake number," she looked back at Sakina's angry face, but right when she was about to response, Elisa interrupted her, "Sakina I sent a naked picture to some random girl...or worse, fuck that could be a man!"
Sakina's jaw dropped to the ground as she heard what Elisa did, but Elisa interrupted her again, "please don't lecture me about it. I know, I swear I know."
She gave Elisa a tight smile, pulling her in a hug to comfort her, "it could be a girl, and she could be cute and sweet and would actually like you. Maybe God made this a chance for you to find your one."
Elisa took a deep breath, trying to calm down her beating heart. It's not the end of the world, she can just block that number and pretend this never happened, or she could try and talk to the stranger. Maybe sakina was right, "Yeah...you're right. I should put my trust on God for this one, and if it was a 60 year old man I will blame it on him."
Sakina slapped Elisa's shoulder sarcastically, "actually you're the one who decided to send a nude picture to a random person...maybe you're the one to blame here," Elisa covered her face again with her hands, raising her face to the sky as she was mumbling some prayer, "Besides...can I see what you sent her?" Sakina winked as she tried to take Elisa's phone, now placed between Elisa's thighs.
Elisa opened her phone and showed her the texts, but Sakina's loud laughter made her shut it down and turn away from her, "God you're so bad at texting...what type of opening is that? I think she's a girl, a guy won't text that way right?"
Elisa shrugged, opening her phone again and tapping on the chat to text. It could be a girl right? It has to be, or else she will kill herself and disappear.
What if she's a fan and leaks the picture? A thousand thoughts were in her mind, so she decided to just text the stranger a small apology.
Omg
I'm so sorry
I should've sent a message first
I'm gonna kill myself ππ
Haha, no it's okay!
At least it's not a πΌ picture
And you have a great back!
That's a girl... definitely, right? Elisa blushed at the compliment, hiding her face away from Sakina not wanting another lecture.
Thanks
Sorry for bothering you I'm pretty sure you didn't want to see this on a Tuesday afternoon
I'm just glad it's lunch break now
Also sorry about the whole wrong number thing I'm pretty sure you're bummed about it
Yeah I thought we were getting along pretty well
I'm just confused on why she gave me a wrong number
She was the one who approached me
:((( well at least you made my lunch break better
Oh yeah?
I'm glad
Wait you're working right? Not a student ππ
Lollll yeah I'm 25
What about u?
26
What kind of work do you do?
My desk :((
I'm a financial analyst
That sounds way fancier than it it I swear
Seen a minute ago
"Elisa what are you smiling about?" Sakina turned around suspiciously, now her hair braided.
"Oh nothing," she shrugged sakina off, turning away so Sakina can't see her face. But she sighed loudly, realizing that she needed Sakina's advice, "she's definitely a girl. And around my age, that's good, right?"
Before Sakina could leave the locker room, she stood at the door and softly said, "be safe Elisa...and no more nude pics to her, please."
Elisa huffed out in embarrassment and nodded, glancing back at her phone to text you back.
Oh wow we're sending pics now?
Why is it sad π
Babe you already did send pics
I tried decorating it but I gave up in a day
Oh yeah
Haha
Sorry again
Can I get a face pic :)
Only if you do
No way
Why not βΉοΈβΉοΈ
Cuz I just started texting you
But why do I have to
Ma'am you just sent me a picture of your bare back
I promise a face picture is nothing compared to that
πππ
Ohh god
you're never gonna forget that
You don't have to
I just wanna match a face to the body ;)
"Fuck." Elisa whispered, you were good at convincing and she knew that if you asked her for another nude picture her nΓ―ave self would have sent one again.
She looked up to the sky and closed her eyes, "please don't make her some old man that's lying."
There was also a small feeling of anxiety in her, she knew that if things got awkward she can immediately block you and move on. But what if you recognize her? Would you leak that photo to the internet? She groaned out and responded, women's football isn't even that big anyways.
Okay
Is this from today?
No yesterday
Seen 2 minutes ago
You bit your lip, turning your seat away from Jasmine not ready for the questionnaire she'll make if she sees you like this.
Elisa is beautiful. No...she's hot and sexy and all of those words combined. You slowly faced Jasmine again, "Hey Jasmine... I need an advice."
Jasmine stopped drinking her hot tea as she glimpsed at you, "what for?"
You whined loudly as you threw your phone towards her, "this unknown number sent me a message accidentally, but turns out she's a hot girl."
Jasmine choked on her drink when she saw the selfie Elisa sent, "Oh my God! Oh my God y/n, do not fuck this up!"
You stared at her stunned, "so...you're not worried about how unsafe this is?"
Jasmine zoned out to think, but she glanced back at you, "well...don't give her personal information, and try to find more about her," she returned your phone back to you, "Ugh...smash. I can't believe how lucky you got...wait! You can put her picture on pinterest or Google search and it will tell you if she's catfishing you!"
You turned to look at the picture on your phone again, you knew Jasmine was right about that hack. But you didn't want to keep Elisa waiting. For some reason, there is a feeling in you that this isn't some random person catfishing...that Elisa is real.
You look really tan here
And cute
Elisa let out a small giggle at the cute comment. What if she means cute as in a friendly way, not attractive cute? Ughhhh everything is frustrating!
I get tan a lot for my job
And sweaty
Oh?
Why am I getting worried π
What do you mean sweaty
I will support you no matter what elisa
You're so dirty minded
I'm just an athlete
That's it
So naughty
Seen 2 minutes ago
"Ugh!" You shut your phone off and placed your head on your desk exhaustedly, "she said 'so naughty'... that's awful."
Jasmine cackled loudly at what you said, "if it was a guy it would be cringe. But it's not, so it's hot."
--
Elisa sent that message while standing on her tippy toes. She knew that her flirting skills are below average. She was staring at the screen hoping for a small message, but Eva came into the room making Elisa freak out and throw her phone in the locker.
"Hey Elisa, everything okay?" She worriedly glanced at her as she brought out her phone, "I'm gonna go and film a tiktok with Jackie. You should go to the gym room or else you'd get in trouble."
Elisa stopped 'adjusting' her hair in the mirror and nodded to Eva, "oh yeah... I go there in a minute."
Eva laughed at Elisa's accent and tapped her shoulder as she left the room. Elisa closed her eyes and took a deep breath, until she heard a small ding from her phone.
Sorry lunch break is over
You're the one who sent me a nude pic
OH MY GOD PLEASE STOP
I have to go training now anyways
Talk to you later
Stranger
Bye bye Elisa
Have fun xx
It was 3 pm when you waved goodbye to your coworkers, exhausted and ready to go home. You were thinking about Elisa, you knew you had to quick search that picture to make sure you weren't getting fooled.
Once you reached your little studio apartment, throwing your bag on your couch and laying there. You weren't expecting anything when you went on pinterest and placed her selfie on quick search. But to your surprise, the same selfie was on there too.
You instantly sat up on your couch, no way... I'm actually getting catfished. You tapped on the post and saw the name 'Elisa de Almeida' as the caption.
Is that her full name?
Guilt was consuming your heart, you felt as though you were 'cheating' for searching her name on Google instead of just asking her.
Whatever, you'll search later. You will just text her and get to know her that way.
You do training for what?
You turned off your phone and went to the kitchen to make a quick lunch meal, not expecting her to respond quickly. But your phone's notification was heard, and you ran to the couch to grab it. Damn, she texts fast.
For my job
What's your job :(
I told you mine
I play football
And get paid for that
Elisa was on her couch when she heard a new message from you. She had been waiting for you to start the conversation, since she had no idea on how to text women.
When she saw the question, she frowned. She doesn't like to introduce her job to people no matter how much she's proud of herself for becoming pro. But she didn't want to lie, and maybe you wouldn't tease her or get overwhelmed and leave her.
Wait professionally??
That's so cool
Yeah
Thanks
I know your number is French but I know that players travel around
Where do you stay
Paris
I'm in my apartment right now
I can't believe you just play football like????
So if I search your picture online I can see what team you're in?
Yes but I'd rather me say it
Oh...too late I'm sorry π
Seen 2 minutes ago
Elisa jumped up, fucking hell!
She stared at the black screen of her TV, are you going to be weirded out by her fans? Would that make you leave?
Elisa?
I'm sorry if I broke your privacy for this
My apologies xx
You huffed out a heavy breath, Damn it! You should've talked to her instead of doing this. Now she's probably uncomfortable with you because of this.
No it's okay
I just didn't know people can do that
Yeah haha
This is pinterest
And you can do that on Google too
That's how I know the names of the weird plants around my building
I'm really sorry if it made you weird
It's okay I guess I just wanted to lie to you and joke about my career but I forgot I'm kinda famous
Oh wowww
Were you going to lie that you're the female Messi or what
Wait if that picture was from yesterday, your fans are quick π
I actually prefer Ronaldo
Yeah sometimes they scare me
Ew not him
What type of fans do you have
The thirsty kind
They're nice and make cool edits of me
Sometimes violate my personal space but that's what you get when you're in public ig
Ohh I'm so sorry
Omg i just realized how scary it would've been if I were one of your fangirls and you sent me that nude pic πππ
Lolll ππ
I was freaking out for a while when I found out you weren't the girl
Aren't you happy that you found me though ππ
I am
You're pretty cute
Even when you refuse to show me how you look
Elisa :(((
I can't do it just yet
I know
I understand that
Where do you live
That's not a safe question to ask π€¨π€¨
I live in Paris too
Just the unknown quiet side
That's cute
Pretty chill and tourists don't bother you
Do you live in a fancy apartment or with your family
A studio apartment
Gotta save my money to spoil my future wife
Wife?
Are you gay?
Elisa please if I weren't gay I would've blocked you and moved on with life
Elisa smiled brightly when she read your message, does that mean you're interested in her?
Good
Because I'm gay
I don't think it's hard to figure that out
But I'm glad you're comfortable with me knowing about it
It's easier when it's texting
It would've been harder in real life
I think if I saw you in real life I would scream GAY
Oh wow
I would've done the same thing
Nuh uh
Yuh uh
I would've also asked you out
If I wouldn't be shaking from anxiety
Really?
Am I your type
YES??
I don't think you understand the panic I had in my office when you sent me the pic of your face
Good
Now I wanna see you
Elisa stop
Sorry
No I'm sorry
I can send you a picture of my face
But
I need abs selfie
??
Hmm...I'm conflicted
I'm just kidding
Unless
Hmm
I wanna see you so bad
Okay calm down
Don't put your hand under your panties
HUH
Do you wanna meet up
That's kinda unsafe
I could be a catfisher
But are you though?
I can't believe a catfisher can text like this ππ
πππ
You're so cute
And now that you mentioned us meeting
It makes texting you even harder
I'm on my bed now
Oh??
Do you need help with something?
...
Depends on what you can offer
Chocolate π«
Oh I was expecting something else
But I'd take it
I'm gonna sleep
Good night
Stranger
Good night Elisa
Dream of me
X
Elisa stared at the message you sent with a smirk on her face. It's been scary how fast the pace of your conversations is, but she was happy. It meant that the both of you guys are comfortable texting each other. She shut the phone off and stuffed her face into the pillow, dreaming of the one and only...'stranger'.
It's been a week and I still don't know your name
Xoxo gossip girl
Actually
I never watched that show
Please π₯Ίπ₯Ίπ₯Ί
You've seen my bare back and face
And locker room
And my TV
And the gym
Toes
You basically have seen everything
Maam
I was just gonna say it
It's y/n
I wanna see you π
You basically know my whole schedule
Yeah you're gonna go buy groceries today
Stop stalking me ππ
You don't have training today
You have a match
Turn off the phone and get ready
It's just 12pm??
The match is at 7
When do you have to get ready
We have to be there around 5
We're gonna be wearing suits today π΄π΄
OMG
Show me to me rachel
Send it to me pleaseee
What
Who the fuck is rachel
Idk if I'll be free and send you a pic
Usually I turn off my phone before
It's a tiktok trend
Oldie
Ohh
I prefer instagram
Are you liking other women posts while texting me???
Whore
Give me your Instagram account and I'll like every post ππ
No don't say that I have pictures from when I was 14 there
Oh nvm maybe not every post
Wait why do you have posts from back then ππ
Your account sounds like a mess
Because I looked cunty in the pictures?? Besides my account is private and I have like 60 followers only
What about you?
What about me?
How was younger you?
I don't wanna talk about younger me
Nooooo
Please
I'm pretty sure you looked so cute π₯Ίπ₯Ί
Wait some of your fangirls probably have pictures
Ughh
Fine
Go and look on pinterest or whatever
if you don't want me to know it's okay
i was joking xx
no me too
its okay
you've seen my back i dont think baby me is that bad
go ahead
your back is not bad what are you talking about ;)
THATS YOU?
stopp you looked so cute
OMG
No
Not this
Omg in my defense my ex gf at the time thought I was hot here
Pleasee I probably would be blushing too if I were her look at you π₯Ίπ₯Ί
YOU HAD A GF AT THAT AGE??
Yeah young love
She was in france for the summer
Like two weeks only and she was brazilian so my dad liked her
...your dad?
Ohhh
Wait that sounded wrong
She used to speak with my dad portuguese and he is from portugal
Ohhhh
So he wanted her to teach u?
Yeah but we were busy doing other things
Ew
Stop talking about your ex im gonna get jealous
Im joking
I was too scared to do anything like that
Well actually i did have my first kiss with her
But it was mostly really shy awkward football dates
Elisa im gonna block you shut the fuck up
Wow
What about you
Young love?
I had my first relationship when i was 20 π
And she CHEATED
Ugh the audacity
Awhh
What awh
You think me getting cheated on is cute
Okay whore
Omg no please no more baby pics
But you looked cute :(((
Baby eli
seen 4 hours ago
Elisa scratched her chin as she eyed Constance, hoping she would start a conversation, "what's wrong? Eli please..." Constance giggled as she saw Elisa's face.
"Awh thank you for asking I was questioning our friendship for a second," Elisa joked, smacking picaud's shoulder, "do you remember the girl from the club?"
"the straight one?" Picaud questioned as she buttoned the suit, trying her best to look presentable.
"the straigh- she was not straight." Elisa froze, looking at picaud's reflection in the mirror.
"Bitch please even Sakina, the straightest girl I know, noticed that," She tapped Elisa's shoulder to comfort her as she cackled.
Elisa felt blood running to her cheeks, was she that drunk not to notice? Maybe that's why she gave you the wrong number. Elisa felt deep embarrassment for not realizing sooner.
"Anyways... I'm sorry about it. What were you going to say?" She starting applying gel to her roots.
"Ugh... you're going to laugh at me even more now," Elisa rolled her eyes and contiuned buttoning her dress shirt, completely ignorning the concerning glance Constance is giving her, "Okay fine! She gave me a wrong number... and I accidentally... well not accidentally, I actually meant it...sent her a nude picture. A picture of my back, and it was another girl that's gay and around our age and she also lives here in Paris. Anyways, I just want to ask her out but I keep sounding like a cat in heat on how desperate I am and i don't want to scare her."
Constance jaw was on ground listening to Elisa's ramble, "Wait what?! Elisa are you out of your mind? Why the fuck did you send a random number a picture of your back?" She dropped her arms to her sides as she gave Elisa a disappointed look. Elisa turned the other way so Picaud doesn't look at her red face, "Oh my god are you hiding from me? Look at least she's a gay girl around your age...that's good, right?"
Elisa didn't respond for a second, "Ugh everyone keeps yelling and laughing at me for what I did...but I swear she's really cute."
Pauline took a step towards Elisa and gave her a tight hug, "Can I see how she looks?"
"I don't know how she looks." Elisa shut her eyes tightly, preparing herself for the 5th lecture of this whole situation.
It was a minute of silence in the bathroom stalls, Picaud thinking of a kind and non-hurtful way to call Elisa stupid while Elisa was thinking of a way to allow you to meet her.
"Elisa you're the master of how to get catfished 101," She groaned out, pulling away from the hug to look at Elisa, "but...I'm not 100% against it. I think you should just continue letting her expose things about her. Write on your notes everything she says about her personal information and read over it...if things don't match then block her and move on."
Elisa quietly thanked God, no more yelling and shouting at her face. She nodded eagerly at what Picaud said and immediately left the bathrooms. She has to stop being distracted, there is a match happening today and you were the only thing she was thinking about.
That's it??
I wanted to see your face :((
Sorry I have to go now
Love you
I know you're busy
Good luck
Seen 3 hours ago
The players hugged each other, too tired to speak up after the tiresome match. The team won 2 - 0 against Paris fc at parc de princes, and even with the win they knew their performance wasn't the best. It was Chawinga that scored those two, and the rest of the team was lacking a lot chemistry and communication.
Elisa tried her best, but the memory of her losing the ball to the opposing striker keeps haunting her. She knew that Twitter is definitely going to be grilling her for it, and she had made a promise to herself that searching her name on Twitter is not allowed for her mental health.
She remembered you and smiled, at least now she can text you all night without the stress of a match in her head.
Glancing around the stadium, she saw many teenage girls screaming and waving at her to try and get her attention. She gave them a soft smile and waved back, making them scream even louder. Ugh I wish I can get y/n's attention like this.
Hey
The match just finished
I'm sweaty and everyone else is screaming and singing but I wanted to text you
I know
I'm proud of you
I watched you play in front of me and I don't think I've been more proud and attracted to anyone before
Wait
YOURE HERE
Pleaer dobr leave
Please do t
Dnt
Slmt
DONT
πππ
Im staying here baby I'm not going anywhere
I'm going out of the locker room
Where are you
Which section
I'm waving
Wearing a white jacket
Wait why am I looking at a bald man with a white jacket and waving ππ
WAIT I SEE HIM
Turn around
Seen
Elisa turned around and had eye contact with you, maintaining it for maybe too long for your comfort. She wanted to make sure it was you, pointing at her phone as she gave you a questioning glance.
Understanding her gesture, you looked down and sent her a message,
that's me :)
Elisa you're scaring me
that's why I didn't send you a picture of my face in the beginning
y/n
Can you come down
ok
The stadium was already empty, having only the ball kids and the cleaners going around and collecting things. You started taking steps down the stairs, getting closer to Elisa as she was standing right on the edge.
"Hey! You're not allowed to get closer!" A security barged near you and placed his palm in your chest, trying to stop you from getting closer to Elisa.
"She's mine, you can leave her." Elisa placed her foot on one of the advertising boards, ready to jump and pull you away from him.
"She doesn't have the right pass, miss." He pushed you backwards, even when you were frozen in place in the first place.
"I don't fucking care what pass she has, I already told you she's mine!" Elisa was fed up with the security man, it's been a long day and having you right in front of her was exactly what she needed, and she won't allow anyone to stop it.
He turned to look at Elisa's angry face, giving her a timid nod before removing his arm from your front torso.
She sighed as she signalled for you to get closer, "sorry, I'm not usually like this."
"Hey..." You shyly gave her a soft wave, almost like it's the first time you guys have talked.
"Hi," she waved back with a lopsided smile, she couldn't believe that you were hiding this from her, "I don't understand why you didn't want me to know how you look when you look like this."
You jokingly slapped her shoulder away, biting your lip in embarrassment.
"No, seriously!" Elisa had a wide grin, suddenly the win they had today didn't matter. It was you that made her happy. She placed her hands on your cheeks, pulling you in so that your foreheads are touching.
"You played so good, Eli," you whispered to her, you knew looking at her eyes will make you melt into the ground, so you kept your eyes down at her lips, "I'm proud of you."
"Thank you, I don't think people on the internet are going to agree though," You wrapped your arms around her broad shoulders to pull her more into you. It was slightly harder because of the board between you, but you managed through.
Elisa pulled away from your hug and bent down, making you confused on what she was trying to do. She placed both of her arms around your waist and carried you, turning around to the other side so you can both hug without anything seperating you.
"Let me take you out," she murmured under your ear, "I need to take you on a date."
Your face was a blushing mess, it was hard to say no to her. Even when she looked attractive on the selfies, seeing her in real life was something else, "I want to go out with you too, but we're going too fast. We've only been texting for one week."
"Everything was going fast when I started our conversation with that picture, I think we will be fine." Elisa hoped she didn't sound desperate, but she cannot let you go, she will never forgive herself.
You laughed at what she said, placing your hands on her back to feel the muscles from the picture, "okay, let's go somewhere,"
She pulled away slightly to look at your face with a pink blush around her face. Bending down, she gave your right cheek a kiss and hugged you again, "ugh I can't believe you're real!"