Late Night Matches
Michael Olise x f! reader
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:: a late night game of fc26 turns soft when he'd rather lose than to stop playing with you
"this doesn't even make sense" you mumble, controller still in hand as the final whistle blows.
Michael leans back on the couch beside you, holding back his smile gazing at you. "It does make sense, you just lost."
You turn your head slowly, annoyed at his comment. "No I didn't lose, you just cheated."
He let's out a quiet laugh before shaking his head softly. "Right, the games against you specifically."
"Correct." You say instantly, before crossing your arms in disappointment while still holding the controller. "I'm done, I don't even wanna play anymore."
He glances over at you for a second. He could argue, prove his point, or annoy you about it for the next ten minutes.
But instead he let's out a sigh. "Okay."
You blink, thrown off. "Okay?"
"Yea, we can stop" he shrugs pushing his controller away. He notices your glance before explaining himself. "What? You said you didn't want to continue."
You huff, shifting a little. "Well yea, this game is annoying."
"Mhm." He nods seriously. "Definitely not because you lost."
You turn to him "Oh my God."
He smiles a little at that, just watching you for a second before leaning forward and grabbing the controller.
"One more" he says casually. "If you win, I'll admit you're better than me."
You hesitate slightly before accepting. "Fine, last one."
As the match starts, and you hear the familiar whistle blow you're officially locked in. More focused and ready to win.
He notices and slowly eases up. A missed takle here, a delayed pass there, nothing to obvious, nothing you'd catch.
Finally you win. "Yes! Did you see that?"
He nods biting back a grin. "Yea, nice."
Suddenly after that, you win the next few matches. You're talking more, hitting his arm whenever the ref calls something stupid, and overall you're having an amazing time.
As the matches go on, Michael just laughs, but his eyes drift toward you more than the screen.
Because this is what he wanted, not to win the game, but to have more time to spend with you.
Just you staying close to him, hearing your laughs, and watching you enjoy yourself with him.
After a while your voice gets softer, reaction time gets slower, and your missing things you would usually get.
"Hey." he says quietly.
"Mhm?" You mumble barely looking away from the screen.
"You're tired."
"I'm not." you say immediately, even as you blink slower.
he pauses the game.
you groan softly. "why’d you pause it?"
he turns slightly toward you. "because you’re falling asleep mid-match."
you frown, trying to focus. "i’m fine."
he reaches over, gently taking the controller from your hands. This time, you don’t even resist.
"You're still gonna play aren't you"
"One more.." He says
"Thats a lie."
he leans closer, just slightly, his voice softer now. "this time i mean it."
you don’t look convinced so he presses a quick kiss to your lips.
"Go." He murmurs.
And somehow, "Just one more game." Turned into "Just a few more."
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