#lou.writes.

Being married to the one considered the best football player in the world had a lot of perks. Lavish trips around the world, luxury hotels, private jets, million dollar houses and all the diamonds and fancy jewelry you can dream of. Of course both you and your husband don’t really like to spend that much money on materialistic things. You know you had an extremely privileged life for marrying Noa but it hasn't been all roses. His cold exterior to the world and his friends comes home with him to your marriage. It was extremely hard at first to get to know him but eventually you came to know he’s an incredibly sweet and thoughtful man who tries his best to make you happy, even if he doesn't express himself too much.

“My love!” You coo to him when he returns home from his morning practice, even if it’s Valentine’s day he still goes to work his muscles and team. Leaving your bed too empty in the morning.

“I’m home” He gives you a small smile as he lets you bury yourself in his arms. He then proceeds to pick you up as you yelp.

“Noa, put me down” you giggle as he starts to walk back to the door he came from.

“We are going for a walk” he closes the door of your apartment in Germany’s Munich, not forgetting to grab a jacket for you. You guess he will take you to The Hofgarten garden, you know that place all too well. When Noel enters the elevator he puts you down and hands you the puffy packet for you to dress.

Like you guessed he takes you to the garden and you walk along the large garden, you see the temple and tug him by the arm to appreciate it even more. You actually met him in this exact garden when you two were in highschool. He was in a tournament and came all the way from France and you were on a field trip. You still remember that day so clearly, the flowers in bloom and the fountain’s water sparkling, the aroma of summer all around you.

Later on the day you all exchanged contacts and Noel actually kept in contact with you. When he started to get contracts in pro-leagues he came to visit you from time to time until a few years ago he moved in with you. Not even a year after moving together he actually proposed to you in the temple of the middle of the garden.

“Who are you talking to?” You ask when you notice Noel is not listening to you and texting.

“Mhm? No one, you were saying?” He puts his phone away and now gives you his full attention. Even if it is February and most people are tucked away in their houses there are still a few couples in the streets, with a lot of them recognizing Noa, but he doesn't spare them a glance.

“It’s a special day, I’m here to spend time with my spouse and you should do the same” he keeps it short and dismisses anyone who might want an interview or photo. You let your face fall on his shoulder as you become completely smitten with your husband yet again. You spend around an hour just walking slowly hand in hand, remembering all of the countless times spent together in this park.

“Okay, thanks” Noa receives a call and squeezes your hand to get your attention “let's head back.”

“Alright, where do you want to have dinner?” You ask him, curious if he will take you on a romantic dinner date in a fancy restaurant.

“We can order” he says with such a serious face you just have to laugh.

“Noel Noa, the world’s number one player offers his spouse takeout on valentine’s day” you laugh teasing him, even if you don’t care too much about what he gets you, you still like to tease him and get a good laugh. Noa has learned himself that it’s better to ignore you when you only want to get a laugh out of him. Noa actually seems eager to get back as he is constantly rushing you or widening his steps, you obliged and before you know it his keys are on the lock of the house.

He turns the key and lets you walk in first, you open the door and see rose petals spread from the doorway to the bedroom on the wooden floor. You raise your eyebrow to Noa to question him but he only gestures for you to continue walking. You grab his hand giving it a squeeze and he follows quietly after you. You arrive at your shared bedroom with the petals now culminating on top of the bed, with a champagne bottle on the side of the bed with two glasses and a few chocolates and strawberries.

“Thank you” you turn to face Noa as you let the back of your legs hit the edge of the bed.

“Only the best for you” he smiles gently at you and wraps his arms around your waist. You entangle your arms around his neck and pull him down for a sweet kiss. Noa wastes no time as he continues pushing you down to the bed and you happily oblige.

“So, what do you want further?” Noa asks as he pours the champagne into the glasses and gives you one as he drinks from the other glass.

“I’m perfectly content already” you stand straighter in bed as you start drinking the frizzly substance.

“It’s fine to spoil you from time to time” Noa wraps his arm over your shoulder and pulls you close to him.

“You already spoil me so much” you kiss his cheek. It is true, he buys you anything you might like, when he has games he takes you with him so you can spend more time together and you can sightsee different parts of the world. Whenever he has time he always takes you on dinner dates. Noa hums in agreement but still pulls himself off of the bed and you bite your lip when you see his naked and scratched back, all it’s muscles work and shift. He returns shortly after, quickly snuggling in bed again before giving you a small velvet box. You look at him sideways before opening it. You see a silver medallion with the word ‘Roxanne’ and you frown wondering if Noa has made a mistake. You turn to look at him but his smile only grows.

Noa looks to the door when someone knocks, you pull the sheets to cover your chest but your husband only keeps smiling as the valet opens the door and you widen your eyes as you see what he brings in his arms. Noa asks the man to bring it to his arms as the man quickly leaves again.

“Hi” you coo “I think this belongs to you” you grab the medallion that is actually a collar and put it around what you assume is your gift, a german shepherd puppy, that is still so small and fluffy. Seeing your extremely buff, shirtless husband hugging a puppy is the perfect image and you just have to take a quick photo to welcome the new resident.

“My love” you kiss Noa before taking the puppy, Roxane, in your hands and petting it as it starts licking you back on your face and you nearly die from cuteness “thank you so much" marriage with Noa might be slightly hard, but there's no doubt he does try to provide you with only the best.

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You feel the morning light making its way to your bedroom window, awakening you. You stretch your muscles as you instinctively look for the warm body of your boyfriend. You find him and quickly set your face in between his shoulder blades, rubbing your cheeks on the strong muscles as you flop one arm around his waist. Your actions wake him up as you feel him shift and grunt, turning his body to meet you.

“Morning, mon cheri” he whispers with his sleepy voice as he wraps his arms around you, you meet his drowsy eyes and smile thinking how such a kind man came into your life.

“Morning” you smile as you squint your eyes and place your head on his chest and listen to his resting heart beat. Today is Julien’s day off from football practice and you can have him all to yourself, and of course, you won’t take the situation for granted. After enjoying each other's warmth both of your bellies grunt in hunger so begrudgingly you un-cling your bodies and head for the kitchen.

"You look so good mon cheri" Julien teases you as he wraps his arms around your waist and kisses your neck tenderly.

"Mon amour, I am making breakfast, go sit down" you playfully slap his wrist to get him to loosen his grip on you.

"How can I resist when you are wearing my jersey" he now switches to an all out attack of kisses on your form and you can't help but giggle and try to squiggle out of his hold to return the affection.

"Do I need to take it off then?" You play with the hem of the shirt and Julien nearly starts drooling right then and there when you do finally get released from his strong arms.

"As much as I would love that, you look better in my jersey" Julien comes back to hug you and kisses your cheek, promptly letting you make your food as he makes his protein shake. He waits for you on the table of the living room. Julien's apartment that he got as soon as he came of age and started playing for the National League is on a whole other level of exquisite, there are a lot of portrait pictures of him and his family which always makes you soft seeing how much he loves them, and a bunch of your selfies together spread around the apartment by you. The apartment itself is quite roomy and does have a few divisions you almost don't use but you won't blame him over it.

You have had the privilege to call this place your home for a few months now and you could not be happier. Julien always checks with you when he wants to buy decorations or move things around, he lets you bring in some things from your home as well. He always makes dinner when you come home drained from your work even if his muscles are strained and you offer to make it or order out. You help massage his sore muscles to ease them after particularly harsh practices and the private time you two have together could not be better and more romantic.

"What do you want to do today mon amour?" You ask him as you come to the table and sit down with him "perhaps a movie marathon?"

"Do you want to go to Versailles? I know you always wanted to go there" he gives you the biggest grin.

"Today? No, no, we can do that on a later day" you sigh thinking about going sightseeing around France but dread about the inevitable contact you will have to make with his many fans, which you don't hate, you love how successful he is. Being able to afford by himself a place for both of you, but sometimes you wish you could just go downtown with him and have nice simple dates without security "you get to decide, it's your off day” you suggest but he deflects it wanting you to choose how to spend the day with him. You bicker back and forth lighty over what to do before he drags you out of the chair and into his lap.

“Mon cheri, I do not care what we do, as long as I spend it with you” he coos as he looks at you tenderly with his dark eyes. You roll your eyes, not able to handle the way he looks at you so tenderly as you blush.

“Then movie marathon, there’s a few movies I want to see” you pout wanting Julien all to yourself made you choose something more selfish. You take a shower and put on clean clothes as you head for the couch and select the movies as you wait for Julien to finish his morning routine. He joins half an hour later and you nearly fall asleep.

“Don’t fall asleep on me, mon cheri” he laughs as he puts a blanket over your legs, knowing full well that he takes too long to get ready.

“You need to be quicker” you remind him as you hit play on the button.

“If I don’t take care of myself, how will I stay this handsome?” He asks with a serious tone but you know full well he’s messing with you so you only laugh in response as Julien brings your back to meet his chest and kisses your cheek, snuggling close to enjoy each other’s company.

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The summer heat slides in through every nook and creek making its way to your body, not even the summer uniform can help with this kind of day. You fan your shirt as the bell rings to signal for lunch break to commence. You and your friends sit together in the classroom, not bothering to find a seat outside. You all take turns to speak about various subjects like boys, girls, classes and home life.

“Can you believe it? We are already seniors” One of your friends says, making you nearly choke at the thought of it. Realization finally hits that next year you will start college and will have to get your life straight.

“(L/N) you okay?” They each ask as they see you stand up from your seat, lunch unfinished.

“Yeah, I just need a breather” you laugh nervously “keep on without me, I will be back.” You check the change in your pocket and decide to head for the vending machines for a nice refreshing drink. As soon as you pass the door to the outside you immediately regret your decision, pondering if a small cola could help with this blazing heat. As you decide on what to choose you remember that the football field is just right next to you. Your anxiety has been better taking into account that you didn't break into a fit of uneven breathing nearly needing to get taken to the hospital. You shake your head as you leave those thoughts of old days behind you and focus on getting your much deserved drink

“Bam!” A piercing sound jolts you awake as you look for the source of the sound. Someone was out on the football field, you don’t even need to guess who it might be. Tabito Karasu, the ace of your highschool, a football fanatic, is the kind of guy who will practice in the middle of his lunch break on the hottest day of summer. You have never spoken to him, too afraid to come across his fan club that he obviously has even though Karasu himself isn't really keen on it.

But you have been to his football games, they are always a fun meet up space for your friends and you to look at the boys and do some light hearted talking. None in your group, including you, know a thing about the sport, like rules and other things but it’s always fun to just cheer for your school and see the other school lose sometimes even five to zero. You come back to the present to see Karasu practicing his shots. A gush of cold wind bursts through your warm face as the player does a beautiful kick and you widen your eyes.

“Amazing…” You whisper barely audible to even yourself but it seems you accidentally said it quite loud, Karasu clearly notices it as he turns to you and winks, wiping the sweat off his forehead. You frown as heat takes over your cheeks, you hide on the side of the vending machine, hoping he didn't see, hear or winked at you. You hear him laugh and say something you can’t really comprehend as you grab your drink and start to crawl back to your class, too shy to show your face to him.

“(L/N)?” Two legs come to your view and you look up to see your friend looking a little distressed at you.

“Hey…” you show her a nervous smile.

“Seriously!” Your friend smacks her leg while laughing hysterically after hearing what just happened to you. She actually came down to the machines also wanting a drink and came across you crawling on the first floor and scaring the first years.

“It’s not that funny! I’m such an idiot!” you bury your hands in your face, now fully aware of your ridiculous reaction.

“God, I wish I was there to see it! Someone should've caught it on camera!” She continues laughing, grabbing her stomach this time since it started to hurt. To that you only whine wanting to crawl underneath a rock.

“Do you like him?” She finally calms down as she wipes a tear from her eye.

“No, I was just caught off guard” you say, not even needing to think about it, you know clearly that you do not have romantic feelings for Karasu. Your friend looks at you as she raises a brow and you smack her shoulder as you return to class when the bell rings.

When the final bell of the day rings you tell your friends to go on without you, giving the excuse that you forgot your pencil case. You carefully walk to the football field, making sure the team has already left and there is no one in sight. You look around as you start thinking this was a really stupid idea, you don’t even like football. However, just as you were thinking that, you spot a ball in the field and feel magnetized to it. You leave your bag on the benches as you slowly walk towards the object in a curiosity you never knew you had. You turn the ball a bit with your feet before taking it to the air.

“One, two, three, fo…”you whisper as you manage to hit the ball in the air three times but by the fourth it escapes your feet. You sigh, you could never get past three touches.

“So you're the cutie who was watching me during lunch” you hear a voice behind you causing you to nearly jump from fright. Karasu is right behind you, the question in your mind is how did you not notice his presence? “You have to move your other leg, you know that right?” You look down at your legs when you hear him say that, partly to hide the embarrassment from earlier in the day and that someone saw you try to do some football kicks.

“Let me” he takes the football from your feet and starts kicking it from one foot to the other and finishes with a ‘around the world’. You clap your hands amazed at his skills.

“That was really cool” you confess to him and he quirks a brow to you with a puzzled look.

“That was impressive to you?” You nod enthusiastically and he closes his eyes as if thinking for a while on what to say “go to the goal zone, stand where you want to” you do as he says, curious as to what he has up his sleeve.

“Here?” You ask him as you station yourself closer to the pole on the left than the one on the right.

“Yeah, however you want to, now where do you want me to score?” He asks as he takes the ball and dribbles a little to gain more distance from the goal.

“Here” you stretch one arm to touch the left pole and point to the area between your left arm and the floor, curious to see if he will actually fulfill your request. Karasu puts the ball on his desired spot before backing away a little. You were pretty calm but only when you saw Karasu run up to the ball do you immediately regret listening to him, you could end up really hurt if the sounds you heard before were anything to go by.

"Wait-!" You try stopping him but before your plea can reach Karasu's ears, the ball was shot to where you exactly pointed at. It actually takes you a full minute before moving your body. You blink slowly as you see the ball against the net behind you and turn to face Karasu who is approaching you with a cocky smile. You begin to clap yet again being left speechless entirely. This man's talent is something else and you can only watch from far away in awe.

"How was that?" He cranes his neck into a proud stand but you cannot reply, you are too blown away so you merely smile with a hint of happiness. Karasu seems to be a little confused, perhaps expecting a shower of compliments and praises. Which you do after gaining courage and the ability to do so.

"I have no words...that was..." you gesture with your hands vaguely as you start walking back to the benches to grab your bag and Karasu follows after you shortly.

"Amazing? Impressive? Jaw dropping?" He asks as he raises his head and you only nod extremely fast to all of the words he's saying as he releases a chuckle.

"Are you heading for the train station?" You ask shyly when you pass the school gates.

"Yeah, I need to go to the store before if you don't mind" to which you have no problem with, no offense to your friends, but sometimes hanging out with different people is good for you and you have missed out on getting to know someone. Laughing at Karasu's classmates' shenanigans and hearing him laugh as he calls you boring for your interests makes you feel some sort of way, even if it's unbridled rage, it's something you didn't know you needed. With the sun completely set, comes the night time as the street lamps light up and the stores turn on their luminous decoration to attract customers.

"Right here, wait for a bit" he stops you as he jumps on top of the elevated ground the store is on and you lean on a lamp pole with your bag in your hands as you wait for your new acquired friend. When you hear the buzzing of the door opening you look back and see Karasu with two popsicles in his hands.

"Which one, I didn't know what flavor you wanted" he gives you a cheeky grin as he shows you the options.

"Then, the strawberry one, please" you reach out for the ice cream and he hands it to you.

"Great, I like lemon better", he smiles as you both open the packages and hum in delight of the refreshing flavor to your warm bodies. The night air cooling you after a long day of school is exactly what you needed. Passing by the street vendors, you comment if you should buy something for him to pay him back for the ice cream.

“Next time, let’s go on a date and you will pay me back~” he grins showing you his teeth and you have to look away so as to not let your mind get clogged by such a sweet image.

“Then, how about an arcade?” you ask shyly, too afraid of rejection but not wanting to get this chance to go by.

“Sweet, I wanted to try a new game that came out” he agrees and you sigh in relief not sure if you could actually handle being rejected by one of the prettiest guys in school. You walk a little more before finally arriving at the station, popsicle sticks long discarded as the train arrives exactly on time. You sit on the bench a little tired from the day as Karasu sits next to you closing his eyes. You have been talking the entire time here and now that you both are finally quiet instead of being awkward it actually feels nice and comforting.

"One final question" he finally speaks up and you hum to acknowledge him "will you cheer me on for my next game?"

"Of course I will" you hide your face from him but you know he's grinning like a fool and you just have to close your eyes, hoping that image of him will fade away from your mind.

"Then," he gets up as the train starts to slow down, this must be his stop, even though you are a tad disappointed, you just knew he wouldn't be with you until forever "I'll see you then, cutie~."

"Bye" you wave at him, holding your laughter in as to what he just said, the next time you were with him you should definitely correct him so as to not call you such an absurd nickname. But barely did you know that Karasu had actually been scouted for a new football project and that his next game would change the course of sports’ history forever.

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Being a manager for a football club came with many issues, you knew it because your college teachers told you the entire time when you told them what you were aiming for as a career path. However, you did not expect one of those issues was for you to get hair gel for the highest scorer of the league, albeit a pampered one, but still a good player.

You lay down your phone as your back hits the hotel bed. You cannot say no to his charm and his coy smile so you scrunch your features as you gain the courage to go down to the grocery store and venture into downtown London, a place you have been before many times, but can never fully get.

"Don't forget that it's the wet look one" his words ring in your ears as you close the door behind you. The trip to the nearest store with gel is quick by what Google Maps tells you but you still walked around in circles for a while before cracking and asking for directions. You look at the plastic bag as the door beeps, signaling your exit from the brightly lit store. Between you leaving the hotel, going to the store and returning the moon is already starting to peek on the horizon line.

"Here" you grumpily shove the plastic bag into the dark skinned football player as soon as he opens the door.

"Thank you" he throws the bag behind him and leans on the door when he sees you try to walk back to your room. You only gesture with your face to acknowledge his words.

"What will you do now?" He keeps pushing it when you turn around again.

"Grab dinner and eat in my room" you sigh as you stretch your arms not knowing what to do with them.

"Want to join me for dinner?" he grins as he leans down to meet your gaze and you pressure your lips together.

"No, it's fine" you laugh trying to escape from his charms. You don't even need to listen to the rumors, you work with him and many others, these high-profile players think they can get all the dates if they simply just smile at their desired person.

"Vambora, my treat" he winks at you and you can't deny that your heart definitely skipped a beat. You frown as you calm yourself, you cannot let them figure out your weakness. As you're about to open your mouth to deny it once again your stomach growls startling both of you. Lavinho immediately recovers and smiles so big it shows his canine teeth and his eyes close, perhaps the softest smile you've seen of him and after a while of considering you break and accept it.

He invites you inside his room as he gets ready. You look down at your comfortable clothes and wonder if he will change from his track suit to a two piece suit. Although it would be slightly funny, it would also be embarrassing. He tells you to sit wherever you want as he goes to his small tiled bathroom. You decide to sit on the edge of the bed, just enough to not fall over, as you hear the water starting to run. You stay motionless for ten whole minutes as Lavinho takes the gel off of his hair.

“You know, I don’t really mind the gel at all, we can just go” you say as the hunger in your stomach starts to grow.

“Ah, now you are in a hurry,” he chuckles. “Then come give me a hand” you sigh as you get up with no strength in you to refuse. Upon entering the cold division you see Lavinho on his knees with the shower hose over his head and a dozen bottle caps sprayed on the shower floor. You push the sleeves of your wardrobe up to your elbows as you kneel beside him and help him wash and scrub all of that sticky gel off his dyed hair.

“Ai! Aú! Ai Porra!” Lavinho whines as he feels your nails dig into his scalp and practically ripping his hair off.

“Deal with it, you baby” you huff as you take the hose and rinse the hair to see if the last piece of gel has finally come off. After another five extra minutes Lavinho finally dries his hair, wearing a scowl on his face as he sucks in a breath.

“You really are harsh, sweetheart” you cringe at the nickname and go back to the main division as Lavinho dries his hair. Luckily he doesn't take long and doesn't change out of his tracksuit, making you feel at ease in some way. You have to help him style his hair to keep it out of his eyes.

"You are too much work, what are you? A cockatiel?" You sigh, fluffing the hair.

"But I am a pretty hot cockatiel" he smiles down at you as you roll your eyes and turn to leave.

"We already spent too much time here" you walk out of the room not even bothering to wait for Lavinho and missing that he grabbed his glasses from the bedside table.

Finally sitting down on the restaurant at the first floor of the hotel. Lavinho leans his arm on the chair he’s sitting on as you rest your head on both of your hands, waiting patiently for both of your meals. You chew on your cheeks, forever puzzled on why Lavinho asked you to come keep him company of all his friends and fans. It's not like that they don't invite you to dinners and lunches, but when it happens it's mostly at business related hours.

“Why did you ask me to come with you?” You finally ask him while slightly pouting.

“I wanted your company” he puts his glasses on the top of his head, even though he is in a restaurant indoors, he insisted on bringing those apparently. You seem happy with the reply, you could keep pushing him, but it would make you seem too cocky and unprofessional to even think this could be more than a colleague getting together. When the food finally arrives both of you keep making small talk about his plays and the rest of the team. You can't help but to worry about all of their workout regimens and practices. You just have to ask to make sure he’s completely healthy, even just a small pain can turn into something major, and a million dollar player like Lavinho cannot be in any sort of pain.

“I’ve told you countless times, I am healthy” he laughs, giving you a large grin “we all are, relax.”

“You know how they are, you must eat properly, not, that” you point to his extremely big beef that only comes with an equally large portion of rice and french fries that makes you wonder if they take their health any seriously.

“Yeah yeah, fine whatever, enough work talk” he huffs as he closes his eyes, probably starting to regret the decision of inviting you instead of friends “how have you been?”

“Good, managing you guys is very tiring” you laugh as you rub your neck and you hear Lavinho click with his tongue.

“No work stuff” he chuckles as he gestures with his finger and you roll your eyes “How’s your family?”

“They have been extremely concerned, when I told them what I wanted to do they didn't mind but now that I travel a lot and am I’m away from home a lot, they are very concerned” you start laughing thinking about your weeping mother and your stern father approving of your path of futebol management “and yours?”

“It’s only natural, but hey, you can travel and see the world” even though he is constantly smiling, anytime he flashes you a smile you can't help but feel your cheeks heat up and your smile growing at the same time “my family is also good, you should see what my mother sends me, everytime I play and score she sends me videos of my old man cheering me on with his friends” he shows you his phone and plays a video of four men in a living room in front of a TV screaming and hugging each other as the man, you assume is his dad, screams ‘Lavinho, meu filhão’ and his mother laughing as she records their reactions.

“They seem amazing” you smile as you hand him the phone back “don’t you miss them sometimes?” You see his face become a lot more sorrowful and your heart clenches at the sight of his usual chirpy manner becoming more calm.

“Of course I do, they are my parents and I grew up there” he closes his eyes as if wanting to go back home and you show him a look of understanding.

“I don’t know how you can handle it to be honest, you live all the way across the continent you were born in. I work right next to my home country and sometimes I can barely hold it together” you laugh nervously trying to get him back to his relaxed nature.

“You know you are making them really proud and happy by doing what you want and love” you give him a more warm smile as you touch his wrist, waking him up from his childhood times. He shoots his eyes open a little surprised at the affection but you still don’t take your hand away when he looks at it.

“You are very kind” he smiles, finally, and you take your hand back. You make more small talk and before you know it both of you have already emptied your plates. Lavinho offers to pay for the meal and you go back to your rooms.

“You don’t have to,” you say nervously when Lavinho steps out on the same floor as you and follows you to your room.

“Let me, it’s the least I can do” you smile as you pass a hand through your hair and a smile creeps up on your features.

“Thank you” you say when you arrive at your room.

“Anytime” he gives the biggest grin you have seen this night. And your heart completely flutters, you know the feeling blooming in your chest all too well and after this quiet dinner with Lavinho, you don't feel as bad as earlier in the day. You grab his jacket, pulling his face down closer to yours and you give him a quick kiss on the cheek.

"I mean it" you whisper as you fumble with your hotel card, opening and closing the door as fast as humanly possible, leaving Lavinho with bulging eyes and even more feelings in his own chest than he already had and knew, but now they only become even more obvious as they jump around on his heart. You jump on top of your bed, hiding your face in the pillows, almost squealing at what you just did. It's just a kiss on the cheek, but it still makes you this agitated you cannot wait until tomorrow and even more distant days ahead.

You push Loki down to your bed and let his back hit the mattress. You straddle his lap and move your hips a little as you cock an eyebrow down to your boyfriend. His eyes are wide with lust and his lips slightly parted as his strong hands come up to grab your thighs.

“C-Cheri” Loki says with the most embarrassed tone you've heard from him and you smile to yourself that you are the cause of this state.

“Do you trust me?” You have been dating Loki for some months now and both have finally decided to go all the way, but you still need to make sure he’s comfortable with it, and what better way than with some good old passionate making out. You lower your face to meet Loki’s embarrassed one as you kiss him slowly, but surely, you start gaining traction and rock your hips slowly, pushing down on his manhood that has your lower regions flutter, wanting to be filled with him to the brim. You manage to pry a whimper off of Loki and you have to pull back to grin down at him mischievously.

“Does that feel good?” You coo, knowing full well the answer to your question, but still wanting to tease him.

“Y-yes” He looks up to you with his eyebrows pointing upwards, he looks so innocent and sweet you kiss the bridge of his nose for being such a good boy. Instead of continuing to kiss his mouth, you let your lipstravel to his ear, biting it once before trailing down to his neck. You bite and suck on the dark skin, manhandling the skin, but the owner only grabs you harder and starts moaning under your touch and you smile to yourself, continuing the abuse.

“Mon amour is happy and satisfied?” You pull back and tease him. He only looks at you with the most innocent and pure look on his face, his lips slightly trembling and apart and you feel shivers run down your spine from seeing your boyfriend like this under your touch.

“N-no” he whispers.

“No?” You raise an eyebrow as your grin spreads “if my amour wants more he needs to ask properly.”

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You were widely known in your highschool to be the person with the highest social skill, able to befriend everyone around you with your easy going and calm nature. Extroverts and introverts alike, even the scary delinquents that normally keep to themselves cannot help but become friendly in your presence. The only person you haven't been able to befriend is none other than the captain of your highschool football club, Barou Shoei, and that was your biggest challenge ever since you started kindergarten. You have never dared to cross his path, the aura that he emits being something else entirely that you just cannot grasp and understand. However, today that all changes, your entire class has made it their problem as well to see you so down after finding that out. Even though they are all slightly scared themselves, they will do anything to help you and if need be, to get the entire school behind your back, just to conquer your last challenge before graduating in a few months.

"Here he comes" someone runs to class as casually as they can to announce the arrival of the self proclaimed King.

"(L/N)! Someone's here for you!" Barou appears on the door that enters your class, with an impressive stature and bulk, his delinquent-like hair makes him seem even bigger. With red eyes that seem to want to devour anything in sight, you gulp to push down any doubts and everyone puts themselves in their positions to support you.

"You wanted to see me?" He comes near you after your classmate pointed you out and you gleam so joyfully everyone in the room seems to be affected, everyone except Barou.

"Yes! Yes! Come on, sit" you invite him to sit in front of you but he stays unmoving, only deepening his frown "or stay up, as you prefer" you chuckle nervously.

"What do you want?" He takes a deep breath as if to calm himself.

"Nothing, nothing, I just wanted to get to know you, maybe even exchange contact info" you smile sweetly as you take your phone out.

"Waste of time" he sighs as he turns to leave. Everyone gasps, wondering how he didn't find you such a beacon of light and warmth, they want to support you and stop him from leaving but they all seem to become paralyzed.

"Wait!" You try to get him to stay but your arsenal is nearly empty, you want to say something but, like the others, you're completely frozen over how you just can't get through to him. He stops to look at you but turns to leave again when you don't say anything. You try one last ditch effort, a forceful approach, getting up, your phone in hand, as you skip towards him with an even bigger grin.

"There they go!" a classmate says as he shields his eyes.

"Barou can't resist them now!" A close friend says as he clenches his fists. You pat around Barou's pockets as he probably is too choked by your boldness to stop you, you find his phone and take it out, similar models you notice and get ready to share it with one way or another.

"You peasant! Don't touch my phone!" He barks and you turn your back to him to type away at it. He tries to take his phone back but you dodge his attacks until he finally has enough. He shoves your shoulder, pushing you to the ground making you let go of both phones.

"Don't you ever come near me again, you peasant" he commands menacingly at you and then proceeds to pick up his phone. He looks around the class glaring knives at everyone before slamming the door shut.

"(Y/N)..." Your friend whispers as he kneels beside you to make sure you're not hurt.

"I'm fine!" You give him a big grin as you push yourself off the ground and smack your knees to dust yourself off.

"Damn, that Barou!"

"Let's go to his class and show him who's boss for hurting our friend!" Your class is about to start a mutiny and you might have made a mistake getting them involved.

"It was my bad guys, I'm okay, really" you smile bitterly but it seems to calm them down. They all go back to their desks as you pick up your phone and sit on your chair. The day then proceeds to go by as normally as it goes and before you know it you're on the train ride home. As your friend gets out on his stop you wave and finally let your smile fade away. Upon arriving home you don’t even bother saying anything to your mother, just making your way upstairs and crashing your body on the bed and burying your face on the mountain of pillows.

“What did I do wrong…” you whisper and sigh. You're not even mad at Barou, you're more mad at yourself. As socially capable as you are, that sometimes makes you extremely pushy and unable to see people’s personal boundaries. You try to push your sadeness down and grab your phone to text your friends. As soon as you grab it, it starts ringing, but you have never heard this song before. The number that is calling your cell phone is none other than…your cell phone. You frown as you click the pieces together and immediately turn off the call and are greeted by a wallpaper of a lion and your mind goes blank. You have Barou's phone! And he has your phone!

Dropping the phone on the bed you stare at the ceiling dumbfounded at what you only realized once you got home. Sure you could give it to him tomorrow but after today you aren’t so sure if you're ballsy enough to approach him again. You could ask your friends to do it for you but they would try and pick a fight with him and you don't want that for some reason. You grab the phone again and wonder what Barou’s reaction must have been like and why he didn't approach you in school to do the switch again.

“How was school today?” His mother comes up to the entry way and asks.

“Someone got on my nerves” Barou sighs as he takes his shoes off and walks to his room.

"You didn't get into a fight did you?" His mother walks behind him worried, but if her son did get into a fight she would have been warned by the school by now.

"Slam!" The door closes harshly and she goes back to the living room, deciding it's better to let Barou cool down first.

"Fucker…" Barou clutches the phone in his hands so hard it could have cracked. He only noticed it when he was almost arriving home, a selfie of (L/N) with a bunch of their friends on the beach "fucker!" He growls and nearly throws the phone to the wall. He sits on his desk trying to think of what to do, perhaps calling (L/N) was the best he should do to meet up and switch their phones back. He types his number on the emergency dial and hears the phone ring five times before someone, perhaps (L/N), refuses the call.

"Idiot!" He tightens his jaw just to not damage the phone in any way. But as his mind calms down he thinks he might have been too harsh with you, you were definitely being pushy! But he had no reason to throw you to the floor and he began to regret his every decision, perhaps he should have just let you get his phone number and blocked you afterward, he might have not made the entire school his enemy "I'm such an idiot…" He whispers before getting up for dinner.

When the next day comes around you show up with the heaviest eye bags you have ever gotten. You barely got a shut eye just at the thought of having to talk to Barou again to ask for your phone and get his to him.

“(L/N)? What the hell happened to you?” Your friends greet you and you can only look at them and blink slowly.

“I just had a bad night's sleep…”you chuckle before nearly collapsing.

“Oi, get it together!” Your friend says as he grabs you by the shoulders and shakes you. You decide it's better to not tell your friends your phone has been swapped and simply saying you left your phone at home and didn't see anything they might have sent and quickly diverging their attention to something else.

For three days you try to approach Barou, but the routine for those three days never changes. You don't actively search for him and anytime you are about to take a turn you analyze if the self proclaimed King is there, if he isn't you continue as usual. However, in the case that he is there, you stare at him for two seconds before getting scared and turning the opposite away. Barou does the almost exact thing except it looks like he might kill you as soon as he sees you but ultimately turns to go away as well. By the end of the third day you're tired and just want your phone back so you go to the only people you can rely on to deal with Barou.

"And this happened?"

"Three days ago" you clutch your crossed arms and avoid contact over such an embarrassing situation.

"And you want us to…?" The same guy with a pompadour asks.

"Take his phone to him and bring me mine, please" you are sure the gang is going to ask you why you won't do it yourself but rumors in school travel fast and by the time it has gotten to them it might have been something along the lines of 'Barou took out a knife on school's precious sweetheart and traumatized them for life'.

"I see…" is the only thing the boss tells you "I'm not going to do it."

"What? Why?!" You ask bewildered at his reply, you have helped a lot of times and covered some of their bases, why can't they just do you this one favor?

"There are just things you have to do yourself" he smirks and starts walking away.

"Don't give me that bullshit! You're just scared!" You frown with intensity at their lack of courage.

"Who in their right mind will want to walk up to Barou? That guy will devour you!" The boss turns away nearly in tears and his state of misery does calm you a little bit. After that you give up trying to persuade them and go home.

"What has gotten over me…" you pout as you let your head rest on your desk and play with the phone that has been forgotten there for seventy two hours. You never once experienced fear when talking or approaching other people, nothing seemed hard or difficult about it, but now, now you are facing a steep, smooth, concrete wall that does not show any cracks and you can only slam your fists powerlessy at it.

"Ah! To hell with it!" You slam your fist down at the wood desk, if Barou doesn't show any cracks, you will chip away at that concrete until it shows flaws! You aren't going to let him stop you from your easy going nature!

When the fourth day finally comes, you wait until after school, when club activities are on-going to show up at football practice and punch Barou in the guts if need be! You walk robotically towards the field, even if you have steeled your mind, your body is still scared he might do something worse this time. But besides returning his phone you're also in the view of the coach that will bench him if he misbehaves.

"Barou!" You cup your hands next to your mouth and shout as loud as possible. He hears you and turns to you with veins popping from his forehead and you yelp internally.

"Seriously?!" Someone from the team shouts as all their eyes land on you and Barou makes his way towards you.

"Is Barou going to get a confession?!" The guy with the number six screams in shock.

"Shut up you idiots!" He barks angry at his team.

"Here!" You bend down and give him his phone back, partly because of your rudeness throughout it all and because you were scared to look him in the eyes "I'm sorry for everything!"

"For real…" Everyone gasps, from a far away distance it truly seems like a confession, but it's just a big misunderstanding.

"It's fine" he takes his phone and goes to the bleachers "here" he rummages through his bag and gives your phone back as you nearly cry from happiness.

"WHAT?!" It seems even the coach has joined the gossip, Barou too took something out of his bag to give to the most friendly person in the school. If Barou would be charmed by anyone, there was a big chance you could get through his thick skull.

"I'm…" he sucks in a breath and you break from your bliss to look at him "it was...my bad, really."

"No! No! I was too pushy!" You are surprised by his apology but you were also in the wrong.

"It wasn't very kingly of me to push a peasant to the floor."

"Sure…" you're a little clueless, you didn't think he would also apply his king complex to an apology, but it's good that he sees the error in his way, even if it's slightly twisted.

"You're a good person, don't let me, or anyone else tell you otherwise" at this point he has turned his back towards you but that was definitely shocking for you to hear. Is he acknowledging you? Barou? The one who seems to push everyone away? Your eyes widen as your smile beams once again after four long days.

"Does that mean we are friends?"

"Don't get ahead of yourself" he says before jogging back to the other side of the court where the rest of the team has been gossiping away.

"He is not so bad" the coach comes near you and you hum in agreement "we can't treat our ace's friend like this! Go on have a seat and watch them!" Your heart does an entire flip, if the one who Barou is probably closest to sees you as his friend then you aren't about to say no. You sit on the benches right next to Barou's bag and watch them do a small game drill. Upon seeing Barou fly through the field and devour anything in sight do you truly understand what the delinquents might have been talking about, they must have been to his games and that's why they do not dare approach him.

"Still here?" He huffs as he comes for his water bottle and bag, ready to head home.

"Coach invited me" you say as you clap your hands "you're really good, I had no idea!"

"It's nothing special, really" he murmurs as he turns from you with red in his ears.

"Ah, don't say that" you giggle "will you take the train?" You ask wondering if you could get a chance to get to know him a small bit but he shakes his head.

"I walk home" he says as he grabs his bag and walks away.

"Well then, see you tomorrow" you jump down from the benches and walk away as you wave to him and he gives a small wave, your smile nearly blinds everyone in the vicinity but you try to hold it back. Who knew you were actually capable of befriending Barou. You thought it would actually be very easy but it took you nearly a week! You walk down to the train station, excited to read every single message your friends have been letting for you and to tell them of your latest achievement!

You open the door to your small one bedroom apartment and put your groceries on top of the table in the living room where you also have breakfast. Tomorrow is Valentine’s day and you decided to go to the grocery store to stock up, chocolates, ice cream and cookies, you got everything you need for the lonely day ahead. Your boyfriend, Kenyu Yukimiya has been a pro for two years and he is all across Japan practicing with his team in Osaka, the Cerezo Osaka. You both did your best as far as long distance relationship goes but when there are special days like this you can't help but feel the way your heart tightens as just the thought of not being able to spend it with your partner.

“Hey” you smile and your worries fade away as soon as you hear the other side pick up.

“Hello, love” Kenyu coos through the phone and your heart melts.

“About tomorrow, I’m sorry I can’t go down there to see you” you start as you pout but you only hear Kenyu laugh lighty.

“It’s completely fine, I won’t pressure you into spending money to visit me” he continues laughing innocently but your pout deepens.

“Not fair! I will spend my money on you however I see fit!” Your pout fades away into a small smile.

“Don’t worry about me, worry about your studies, when I receive my next paycheck I will go there” you look down as you touch the necklace he gave you, a simple silver thread with a medallion that has his initials carved into it.

“Honey…” you sigh, you want to share the struggle of a long distance relationship together and not be a distraction and a burden to Kenyu.

“Don’t think about it too much, alright?” Kenyu tries his best to comfort you and you relax when he switches to how his training is going. Hearing your boyfriend talk about his passion helps you forget about time and space, even if you don’t understand it. You get into your bed and fall asleep as you usually do as you hear his sweet voice tell you stories that have diverted more into fairy tales of you two together.

When you wake up next morning with your phone battery dead and your day clothes still on, with no Kenyu in sight you sigh. You get up, take a shower and put on some red booty shorts with a black t shirt and a zip up hoodie, you eat and clean everything up. When everything is set you sit on your couch and turn on the TV to check the news but all you see is romance movies in celebration of Valentine's day and you pout as you hug your pillow in loneliness. You're about to fall asleep in your tears before you hear the doorbell ring. You perk up thinking it might be some of your friends that are going to drag you out of the house for a nice day out. You head for the door with a smile but when you open it your eyes become huge and tears nearly form on them.

"Baby!" You yelp before jumping on top of Kenyu, that is on your doorstep with a backpack behind him.

"Hello, sweetie" he coos to you as he tightens his arms around your back and you gasp at the pressure, lifting you off the ground, he has put on some more muscle since last time you met in person.

"Hi!" You say as happy as ever as you cup his face and smolder him with kisses all over his face as he giggles.

"I missed you too" he laughs as he returns the kisses. He puts you on the ground and you un-cling your arms from him.

"Come on him" you make way for him to walk inside. As he unpacks and takes off his coat you decide to text your friends just to warn them that you won't be free to hang out today, with them being a little worried but reassured when you let them Kenyu made you a visit.

"How long are you staying?" you coo as you gravitate towards Kenyu and he grabs you as he swings you around slowly in the small living room.

"I got three days" he smiles gently down at you and you give him a big toothy grin, the happiness your feeling taking over you. You remember all of the treats you got yesterday and get them ready. As soon as Kenyu is all settled in.

"Yuki, marathon time" you bring the snacks over to the living room and show them to him, he laughs as he helps you settle everything on the table.

"Come here," Kenyu sits on the couch and opens his arms, requesting you to snuggle in with him, and what kind of partner would you be if you didn't oblige with such a request. You grab the remote and cuddle with your boyfriend, letting your head rest in his chest as you listen to his quiet heartbeat.

“Miss me much?” He giggles.

“Of course I did” you tighten your hold on his torso as if to affirm your feelings. You grab the remote and put on Boku no Satsui ga Koi wo Shita, the latest drama you found and have been dying to watch. It was amazing that Kenyu also liked these sweet romance stories or else you didn't know what you would watch together.

“How have you been holding on?” He asks, always concerned for you.

“I’ve been fine” you laugh and ask him how he has been as well, hoping he will talk about his family or friends, instead he starts with;

“Amazing, we have been winning every game-” you straddle Yuki’s lip while you pout.

“Yuki, please no football talk” you pout, knowing the sport is important for him but you had a limited time together, you could not afford to waste it while listening to him ramblin over things you do not understand.

“I’m sorry, but I really don't understand anything football related and we have little time together” you pout and explain when you see him get a little demotivated.

“It’s alright” he lights up when he looks into your eyes and doesn't see a trace of evil, but only tenderness and love making him melt instantly. He flips you around, letting your back hit the couch and now he’s the one to rest his head on your chest, you smile softly down at him as you kiss his head and run your fingers through his short curls.

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The thermometer beeps after some minutes and Lavinho takes it from under his arm as he pouts. You take it from his hands and see it marking thirty nine degrees.

“That’s it, no game today” You put the thermometer away in the first aid kit and walk out of the bathroom.

“Amor, no way! It’s the game to qualify us for Champion's League! They need me!” Lavinho goes after you but you only give him the cold shoulder.

"Lavinho, you are almost at forty degree fever, you need to stay home and rest!" You go to the kitchen ready to cook him a meal and brew some tea.

"Amor, I feel completely fine, see" he smiles at you but when you look at him you can see the obvious fatigue and the way he seems to almost lose balance every time he takes a step.

"No means no, let's go" you take him by the arm back to bed. Being tucked in bed by his girlfriend seems to not raise a peep out of him but he keeps trying to push through you.

"Make an exception, meu doce, please this game means so much to the team" he tries to coo to you.

"Gatinho, if you stay in bed and rest today you will be completely fine in two days at most, if you go and play you can stay in bed for around ten days and loose a lot of training sessions, in the long run this is the best outcome" you try to knock some sense into this stubborn man.

"I used to play football in the rain and be fine the next day, is this called getting old?" He sighs as he rubs his face and eyes.

"We are not that old" you laugh sweetly "but you are an expensive player, the best in the world, and the best needs to take care of himself."

"Ai, gata~" he coos and pulls you down to the bed, you know just how to stroke his ego and get him to do something.

"Lavinho, I'll also get sick."

"It 's fine."

"I won't be able to cuddle you" he lets you go with a whine and settles back in bed ready to fall asleep, you decide to give him a little treat and you make yourself comfortable in bed before calling out to your boyfriend.

"Mor" you coo, he turns to you with puppy eyes and when he sees your wide open arms what else will he do except put his face on your soft chest and finally rest. You comb his hair as you take in the smell of the shampoo you love so much he wears and it only takes a few extra minutes before you finally hear him sleep.