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My requests are always open!

I write for mainly footballers • some anime

NO smut for now, just fluff or angst • i’m also okay with suggestive

I mainly do x reader

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Synopsis: When you, the daughter of Neymar and Lamine Yamal finally find yourselves in a relationship, you two thought carefully about the media. But what about now? When you finally want the public to know about your relationship? 

Pairing: Lamine Yamal X Neymar’s Daughter!reader

word count: 800+ • Little to no use of y/n

Being on the older side in contrast to all your siblings, it only made sense that Neymar took you to award shows whenever he needed a plus one and Bruna couldn’t make it. That made your debut something special; the daughter of Neymar finally made appearances. What was she going to do or be? Yet another football player? 

You hadn’t decided but that was the least of your worries. All that mattered was that you knew your father would support you no matter what route you decided to take. 

Finally, those award shows paid off as you caught the eye of the young prodigy Lamine Yamal. You kept up with the football world just as much as anyone else considering your father's status, so of course you knew who he was. 

Did you give in so easily? Not at all. Upon meeting at the event, he mentioned to your dad that he was his idol. That made the gears in your head start to turn. What if he’s using you just to spend time with his idol?

You were overthinking it. He hadn’t even made a move on you, and you were acting as if he just asked for your hand in marriage. He only asked for your hand to shake. 

After brushing the simple interaction off as you being in your head, you two just could not stop making eye contact with one another from across the room. It wasn’t intentional either as you would look at him, and he’d be staring at you already and vice versa.

At the time, you simply didn’t want to know what your dad would even think if you started talking to Lamine.

That unsettling feeling that settled at the pit of your stomach seemed to disappear as soon as he properly came up to introduce himself to just you when you finally strayed away from your dad. 

It’s safe to assume you gave up your instagram to him quicker than your dad could bring your attention towards him.  

That was a year ago. Now? Your father knows about him and has reluctantly accepted him into the family and the same goes for Bruna who was a fan of it since the idea even came about. 

You guys were teens ready to become adults, and there is only so much you could do without pesky paparazzi breathing down the star Barcelona player’s neck. And you who keeps getting more known as the days proceeded.  

First time, you guys got caught at a cafe with each other. That made the public roar. Nobody even knew you guys were friends let alone, even spoke and shared the same space as one another. Next, a fan accidentally recorded the two of you in the background of their TikTok. Not your brightest moments... 

The talk of becoming public was something that kept coming up in your conversations and naturally; he simply didn’t want to. The reason? He couldn’t even tell you.

Until one day he finally said, “If they ask me anything about you, ill confirm it.” He said it firm, reassuring and made that feeling you’d been subconsciously holding inside let up.  

That brings us to today. You’d been watching a friendly he had just played which you unfortunately couldn’t make it to because you couldn’t just fly from Brazil to literally anywhere on a whim. Your dad wouldn’t let you go for a boy all that easily. An interviewer asked him “Bueno, todo el mundo ha estado esperando y quiere saberlo. ¿De verdad estás saliendo con (Y/N) Santos?” 

(Well, everyone has been waiting and wants to know. Are you really dating (Y/N) Santos?) 

He pauses. Nobody has asked for quite some time. He looks at the camera and chuckles almost nervously as he rubs the nape of his neck for just a moment. He knows what he should say, but he still answers how he wants to. “No, solo somos muy buenas amigas” 

(No, we're just very good friends.) 

It was almost as if he knew how you would react to his very carefully curated words and yet, he still said them because he was too scared of his thousands of fangirls to disappear as soon as he mentioned you. 

Like tradition, he would always call you once he safely gets into the blacked-out SUV that takes him back to the hotel, and you two speak from there.

He did call you like everything was normal, but you didn’t pick up. He didn’t want to claim you? There’s no need to claim him. This was the first real big argument that you two have had but there's a first for everything, right? Even for friends. 

fem!reader x virgil van dijk

wc: 800+ • no use of y/n

Synopsis: Virgil who likes to interact with fans by doing monthly streams to connect with his lively fanbase. The famous Liverpool captain that has a tough exterior and stands confidently at 6'4 playing games his followers recommended him. Who knew he was taken by such a sweet girl?

You and Virgil often battled a long-distance relationship, spending scarce time with one another until you’d finally gotten the time to visit him in England. You knew about these monthly streams, often tuning in to them yourself whenever you got that notification on Twitch that ‘VVD Is Live!’ 

This time, it was different. Being able to be in England and around while he was streaming, seeing the footballer record in person. You two kept your relationship under wraps out of respect for you not wanting to be bombarded by media. Even though you showed up to his games— cheering like nobody was watching. Many speculated but could never staple a specific girl with his name. No way someone as handsome as him was simply not snatched up already. 

“Hello everyone, welcome back to the stream of the month” His Dutch accent beginning to peek through when he speaks “Upon many requests, we’ll be playing Fortnite.” He says, defeat somewhat laced throughout his tone. It was his first time playing, hence the crazy amounts of asks for him to finally play the popular shooting game.  

Ilovejoaofelix: How confident are you on a scale of 1-10? 

“On a scale of 1-10? Minus thirty.” He bluntly stated whilst shaking his head slightly. “But I'm here to get better. I'm playing on an Xbox joystick today which is not my thing but... I'm no quitter!” You were just a room over, in the kitchen slightly hearing it all, but barely paying attention as you rather listened to the hum of your music playing softly in the background. Earlier before you two part ways so he could start his stream, you agreed on making dinner in the time span that he played. 

Making a somewhat simple dinner but something that was enough for both of you to sit down and enjoy a meal. So, in that case, you reluctantly decided to cook fettucine alfredo. You preferred shrimp in yours, chicken in his but where the chicken resided was the question. Being away for so long doesn’t help you answer that question any easier either. You didn’t want to approach the room, but the decision was seriously making you consider it. 

After some standing around you finally began your quiet footsteps to the room that he has reserved for both gaming and whenever he decides to turn on that camera of his. “Wait, I'm stuck in a bush guys—” The slight creak of the sliding door made him glance over and knowingly, he looked back at his stream. “Hold on guys.” He stayed where he was in the game, stuck in a bush before muting himself. Or so, he thought. “Yes schat?” he answered towards you. “I couldn’t remember how you like your chicken on the pasta so...” You trailed off, waiting for him to tell you. “Just on top is fine, thank you love” 

You nodded, almost closing the door and leaving him alone until you remembered just one more question “And when will you be done?” He pulled up the sleeve of his hoodie, checking his watch that adorned his wrist. “In 30 minutes or so? I shouldn’t be long” That was it. You returned the door back to its original resting place and headed back into the kitchen to plate his food. If only you knew.  

Virgil cleared his throat and turned back towards his stream to press unmute, but there was never anything to press which he noticed rather quickly. He literally never muted himself and when he glanced at the chat, his mouth opened just slightly, shock coloring his face.  

Kykymbappe10: Big Virg got a girl hold up????? 

BenchedEndrick: WHO WAS THAT 

Thegoatmessi: Wait her voice was tea tho 

Trinrodmanfan: My man is taken????? 

“Sorry guys, I'm afraid I'll have to end the stream early today” The chat only exploded more. He wouldn’t be able to recover from such a moment and certainly he couldn’t let you know right now. To be fair, he did always want to go public, but he respected your wishes time and time again without question. 

The stream ended without another thought, and he stepped out of the room he was itching to get out of since he faced the camera again. “You’re finished?” You asked with confusion. “Yeah... I died so I figured there was no point in staying on for a whole extra hour” He rubbed the nape of his neck as his tall figure made an easy appearance in the kitchen, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. 

“Hm, okay” You didn’t seem to have a problem with it. That just meant you could spend even more time with your man. 

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