Woso Chaos

No smut *ever*

Alexia x reader

Wrong timing pt 2

First and Last

Ona x reader

Spanish Secrets

Mapi x reader

Fifa

Many Talents

Sjoeke Nusken x reader

Inspired by Sio’s many talents

“Ready?” Sio asked bouncing with energy through your London apartment. You sat at the table eating breakfast like a normal human as the midfielder sped around. “Aren’t you hungry?” You questioned, seeing as she hasn’t looked for food. “Nope” she answered quickly with her adorable accent. “Sjoeke eat” you demanded playfully, knowing how much the athlete needed to eat. She glanced at the stove and to the door before finally meeting your eyes.

Sio hurriedly plopped down next to you with a plate full of eggs and toast. With an empty plate in front of yourself, you rested your head against Sios shoulder. The softness of her hoodie and familiar scent immediately bringing a smile to your face.

Before you knew it Sio shifted and looking over it appeared she finished her food in record time. Popping up she collected both your dishes and brought them to the sink. Sjoeke grabbed the racquet and your hand, dragging you to the elevator.

Stepping onto the tennis court you took the racquet offered by your girlfriend. With a signature grin Sio took her side of the court. You knew she wouldn’t go easy on you, she never did. It was something you loved most about the midfielder, her passion and intensity.

Even though Sio chose football she still loved tennis and you ended up playing together often. Except only one of you was a childhood champion. You managed to return her serve but by then you were so out of position that the next ball went flying past you. This similar pattern continued for an hour or so before you went over and grabbed some water. Out of breath from constantly chasing the ball you hardly noticed Sio slowly walking over. It wasn’t until her feet appeared next to yours that you looked up.

She was juggling three tennis balls. Casually with hardly any sweat and doing tricks. Behind her back, under her leg, switching the pattern. Rolling your eyes at her antics you snatched a ball out of the air. The interruption must have ruined her concentration as the other two balls collided.

“Yes y/n” she said with an exaggerated sweetness. “ You insufferable” you muttered at the pouting German. The crease between her brow deepened as she glanced around confused. “ what have I done?” She asked confused tilting her head. “So you’re cute now” you said stepping into her space, ignoring how she towered over you. “Seriously, what can’t you do” you asked placing the ball you snagged into her hand.“ sing, do the worm probably” Sio answered. “So go on, do the worm” you encouraged, ignoring the randomness of her answer. You’ve heard Sio sing and knew for sure that was not one of the women’s talents. The worm on the other hand could be interesting.

Sio froze for a moment debating whether to actually attempt such a move but eventually accepted her fate and bent to the ground. She awkwardly leaned back to get momentum and began to flop around the tennis court.

At first you didn’t even laugh, too in shock that she would follow through. Then as you processed this reality you couldn’t stop laughing. Eventually Sjoeke stopped her “dance” and rolled onto her back. Her cheeks were rosy from embarrassment?, exhaustion?, cold? You would never know.

Squatting beside Sio you rested your hand on her bicep. “ I didn’t think you would actually do that” you giggled. Her bright eyes met yours as she shrugged. “I thought it would be fun” she answered simply.