BAD INFLUENCE・⁠｡♪ LN4 [+ OP81]

Just a fan - Jude Bellingham x reader

Summary: a security guard at one of Jude’s games mistakes you for a fan.

Warnings: slight angst, appearances from Camavinga and Vini Jr hehe

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“May i have a picture please?” You heard a soft voice and a Spanish accent say from behind you as the final minutes of Jude’s game played out.

You turn your head to see a young girl with a Real Madrid shirt on, her phone in her hand with the camera app open and ready.

You smile softly before nodding.

“Would you like me to take it, it might be a better angle?” You ask sweetly, as you turn your body almost all the way round.

“Yes, please” the young fan says as you grab her phone and hold it up so the both of you were in the screen.

You take a few pictures so she can pick which ones she likes best before giving her the phone back.

“Thank you so much, tell Jude I love him!” She says excitedly before her attention is bought back to the game where Jude is running towards where the both of you are sat for a throw in.

Jude looks at you, due to you being close to the pitch, and winks.

The girls around you scream as you smile at him and mouth ‘proud’ towards him.

He smiles before focusing again.

It’s only his second La Liga appearance for Real Madrid yet he’s already excelled, getting two goals and an assist in this second match alone.

You watch proudly in his shirt as you clap in the final minutes of the game, your phone in your hands having taken pictures of fans that you thought Jude would like to see.

A few seconds later, the final whistle blows, cheers from the Madristas echo around the stadium as the other team bows their heads in defeat.

Jude celebrates with some of his new teammates, as the rival fans, and some Madristas begin to flee from the stands.

You stay put as your seats are close to the pitch on the ground, knowing some of the players come round and see the fans.

Once the stadium was almost all clear, Jude came running over to you. A rival players shirt tucked into his shorts as his was nowhere to be seen.

You couldn’t help but scan over his displayed torso, his abs flexing as he ran.

You got up off your seat and moved over to where he’d be able to reach you. As you did, some of the fans began to approach the pitch too, as they did after most matches.

He smiled at you and remained eye contact as he grew closer, the desire to be with each other growing strong.

Just as Jude was about to reach you, you felt strong hands pushing your shoulders back with a harsh shove.

The security guard who had been stood in front of you, watching you take pictures had a stoic look in his face as you began to fall.

Pain struck you as you stumbled back into other fans, who were then also hurt in the process.

You fell into a chair that was used by a photographer during the game.

Your back fell uncomfortably against the back of the chair as you hip crashed against the side.

No doubt your body would be covered in bruises when you wake up tomorrow.

You hear Jude’s shouts almost instantly, his protectiveness making him shove the security guard away.

“What is your problem?” He shouts, almost everyone remaining in the stadium can hear him, during the attention of some of his teammates.

Vini Jr, who had been just behind Jude the whole time, ran over to you, having seen you dropping Jude off at training before.

“Porro, are you okay?” He asks as his hands cup your arms, he rubs them slightly as if to aid your pain as he helps you up to a standing position.

You meet his eyes and his are full of concern as tears start to form in yours.

You nod slightly, mustering up a small smile as you hear Jude still shouting at the security guard.

“She’s just a fan, Bellingham” the older man’s gruff voice says.

“You don’t know anything about me, or us, how do you know she’s ‘just a fan’” he scolds, his accent thick with anger.

You turn back to Vini for a moment before concern grows within you.

“The fans” you say before turning around to see some of the Madristas that were behind you, holding themselves in paid.

Vini looks past you before shouting for his friend.

“Cama! Come” he shouts as he jumps the barrier that was previously between the two of you.

Camavinga follows short having realised the situation.

He stops to look at you just after he’d jumped the barrier.

“You okay?” He asks softly.

“Yeah, I’m fine” you reply and he nods before following Vinicius in aiding the fans that had been hurt in the events, the other security guards half assisting them, half protecting them.

Finally, Jude turned to you.

His eyes were drowned in concern for you as he scanned your body for any visible injuries.

He ran the short distance back over to you and gently took your face in his hands.

He moved your head around to see if you had hit your head before even saying anything to you.

“Jude..” you start before he interrupts you.

“I’m so sorry that happened to you. I-I I don’t even know why or, or how it happened” he frantically gets out as he spins your body around to look.

He turns you to face him once again before gently lifting the material of his shirt up slightly at your hips.

His warm fingers grazing at the skin of your stomach causing goosebumps to raise on your arms.

He smiles due to your reaction, but concern still dominating his face.

He looks down towards your hip to see slight bruising already forming.

“Y/n, this-” he starts.

“It’s okay. Im okay. Can we please just get out of here and go home?” You ask him, your voice hushed as you start to see people with their phones pointed at the two of you.

“Yeah, of course.See you later?.” He says before kissing you on the forehead, cautious of the cameras, and then disappearing down the tunnel.

“I’m sorry” the guard begins to say and you hold up your hand.

“It’s fine. But even if I was a fan, you don’t push them that hard, they are people too” you say before heading out to exit the stadium and driving to Real Madrids training centre, knowing that’s where the team bus will pull into in a few minutes.

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You stay in your car as you wait for him to exit the team bus, scared to face his teammates, feeling slightly embarrassed about what happened.

A knock in the window breaks you out of your shame.

You look up to see Jude, Vini and Camavinga in front of you.

You sigh before unlocking the doors.

“Hello, beautiful” Jude says as he sits in the passenger seat, leaning over to kiss you on the cheek.

“Aw” Vini coos as he stands in the space between the passenger door and the car.

Cama slaps his chest lightly.

“Bro?” He says as Vini rubs his chest.

You and Jude can’t help but let out small laughs at their antics.

“We just wanted to check whether you were okay?” Camavinga says as they look at you with concern.

“Sí, looked bad” Vini says as he leans his hand on Jude’s shoulder.

“I’m okay, it hurts less now” you smile reassuringly at them, tired eyes looking from Jude to the pair stood outside

“Bien, well let us know if there’s anything we can do” Cama says, mainly directed at Jude but also you.

“Will do, mate.” Jude nods as the two turn to walk away.

“Thank you!” You call to them and they turn around and smile at you before walking to their cars.

“Aw, they are nice” you say as Jude turns to you and kisses you.

When you pull away, you smile.

“I wanted to do that all day. I’m so sorry this happened to you, baby.” He says as his thumb brushes over your cheek.

“It’s okay, I just want to go home and eat Icecream.” You say and he laughs while nodding.

“Luckily for you, i bought your favourite ice cream yesterday. Lots of it” he says with a little smirk, proud of himself.

“Really?” You say, your eyes wide and hopeful.

“Yes, but, you have to ice your bruises first” he says, knowing otherwise, you would probably be too scared of the cold to do so.

“Ugh, fine. I hate you” you say to him before rolling your eyes and starting the car up.

“Please, you know you love me” and you can practically hear the smug smirk on his face.

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Hope you liked it!! Thanks for everyone who voted on the poll. The other option will be coming soon!! <3

Intimate History Part I

(next part here)

You finally get Jake to tell you about his history with Rooster and things take an interesting turn.

Warnings: smut, dirty talk, MMF, oral (m receiving), dom/sub, sub!jake, femdom, humiliation, spelling/grammatical/punctuation errors, lmk if I missed any.

A/N: I’m an idiot. I thought I was deleting my own repost (I apparently screwed up the tags on the original post so it wasn’t showing up under any of the tags 🙄) and I ended up deleting the original. You’d think I’d have tumblr figured out after a year but I guess not. Anywho, please let me know what you think, but be kind…I’m sensitive.

*bzz bzz*

Rooster reaches into his pocket to check his phone, almost dropping it when he opens the message you’ve sent to both him and Jake. 

"Can't wait you see you!" with a picture attached of you in your sexiest lingerie, vibrator in hand with the tips of your fingers trailing under the waistband of your panties.

“Damn, Jake is one lucky man”, Bradley thinks, almost light headed by how quickly his blood rushes to his groin. 

He’s snapped out of his train of thought as he hears a throat clear 2 seats from his left. 

“Oh God, Hangman is gonna be so pissed. She must’ve accidentally attached it to our group text on accident” he realizes, quickly deleting the picture. 

He quickly types out, “I don’t think that was meant for me, honey. I’m sorry, I opened it before I knew what it was, but I’ve already deleted it.”

Bradley sets his phone face down on the table in front him, avoiding Jake’s gaze, willing his erection to go down while attempting to listen to the briefing. 

*bzz bzz*

Rooster reaches for his phone again, expecting to see your horrified response. His stomach flipped as he opens it. 

“It was meant for exactly who got it. I know about the little crush you have on me” your message reads. This time the picture attached was of your hand completely down the lacy front of your thong, the wet spot giving away your arousal.

Bradley startled as he heard a sharp inhale from Jake. He slowly lifted his gaze to Jake’s, expecting to see him hot with anger, but was surprised to see a different kind of heat. 

*bzz bzz*

“I’m guessing Jake hasn’t asked you yet, naughty boy—you’ll pay for that later by the way. I’ll see you both in a few days. If you’re not up for it, no hard feelings, we’ll pretend this conversation never happened.” The final picture had him swallowing his tongue. Your eyes closed and cheeks flushed as you sucked on the fingers you just had in your heat.

Bradley slowly put his phone back in his pocket, noticing the fabric tenting the front of Jake’s pants. 

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You laughed as you stripped off your lingerie and got in the shower, wishing to be a fly in the wall when Jake and Bradley talked. 

The recent trysts in the shower and gym had cracked Jake open, and soon his secrets and desires came spilling out. 

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You could’ve cut the tension with a knife when you were introduced to Bradley; immediately honing in on the attraction on both sides. But your relationship with Jake was so new, you decided to keep your questions to yourself; at least for the time being. 

Your suspicions were confirmed a few weeks prior to the deployment, a few weeks after you gave his "reminder" in the shower.

 Head laying on Jake’s chest, drawing circles on his skin when you asked, “So why is your safe word 'Rooster'?”

You felt Jake stiffen beneath your head, you sit up to look at him, but he won’t meet your gaze. 

“What’s wrong? We don’t have to talk about it if you’re not ready.” You said, pulling his chin to look you in the eye. 

“I…have a history with Rooster…an intimate one. It started when we were both trying to hook up with this girl. She suggested we both go home with her and well, we did. We ended up kissing during it and ended up fooling around a few times. No sex, just a few hand jobs and I gave him head once. So I guess I’m…bi? I lean more towards women and I don’t need that to be satisfied sexually. You’re more than enough; you’re everything to me. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, and I understand if it’s a dealbreaker for you, I…” You silenced him with your lips.

You kiss him until you’re both breathless. “That is so fucking hot.” you murmur against his jaw, kissing a line down his neck. 

“It is? You’re not mad?” Jake asks, sounding so unsure, it breaks your heart. 

You lift your head from the trail you were making down his chest to meet his eyes. “Of course not. I’m sorry you felt like you couldn’t tell me. Now tell me more about when you guys were together” you say as you swallow his cock. 

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Jake rolls off you an hour later, sleepy and satisfied. 

“Would you ever want to share me…with Bradley?” You ask shyly 

Jake whips his head to the side. “Seriously? You’d actually want that? You’re not just saying it because you think I’d want it?”

“No, I’ve always wanted to have a threesome, and now I’m not going to be able to get the image of you two out of my head. Do you think Roo would be interested?” You ask. 

“Yes. No doubt. I’ve busted him checking out your ass so many times. Nat told me he was ready to hit on you before he realized you were with me. He has quite a little crush on you” Jake smirks. 

You laugh, “Pffft, no way“. 

“I’ll bring it up while we’re on the boat and will let you know” Jake says with a kiss to your forehead. 

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Bringing it up to Rooster had proved to be harder than he thought it would. 

The entire crew was still under the impression that you were sweet and innocent with how you blushed when someone made a dirty comment, how it took a few drinks for you to loosen up and relax. Your shyness was just finally starting to improve around the group after nearly 2 years together. 

If they only knew the delicious, dirty things you and Jake got up to.

Jake feared that Bradley would assume he was coercing you into something. 

You remedied that by sending those pictures and messages during the briefing. Jake almost came in his pants seeing the picture of you sucking your fingers and calling him a naughty boy. Christ, you were going to be the death of him. And now Rooster knows you call the shots; making a sweet mixture of shame and arousal shot through him, making him shift in his seat. 

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Jake feels Bradley’s eyes on him as they walk back to their rooms after the briefing. 

Bradley shoots a quick glance to the left and right to make sure no one sees him as he slips behind Jake into his room. 

Kicking the door closed behind him, he reaches back to lock it; Jake freezes at the sound. Bradley stalks behind him and whispers in his ear, “Now, what were you supposed to be asking me?”

Goosebumps rise along Jake’s body. 

“She asked about our history before we deployed. I thought it would scare her away but she’s wondering if you’d want to join us sometime?” Jake forces out. 

“Your girl wants to be shared? The one who turns redder than a tomato whenever the topic of sex comes up? What made her ask? I haven’t told anyone about what we did.” Bradley grins as he slides his arms around Jake’s middle, loving the way Jake tenses. 

“Uh, we were uh, experimenting? In the shower. She, uhmm, asked me for my safe word. And I panicked and said "Rooster” Jake stuttered out. 

Bradley moves one hand up to rest under his pec, the other to trace circles on his lower abdomen, justtttt above his erection. “Experimenting huh? I’m intrigued. What could that sweet girl possibly do to you for you to need a safe word?”

Jake whimpers, face burning with shame but his cock somehow hardening further. “Shespankedmeintheshoweruntilialmostcameandnthensuckedmybrainsoutthroghmydick” he breathes. 

Bradley’s hips push his cock into Jake’s ass with a mind of their own at those words. “Fuck. You’re not serious, are you? That little thing brought you down a few pegs, did she? God, that’s so sexy. I’d like to see that. Did she make you cry? Hmm?”

Jake nods, too embarrassed and turned on to say anything. 

Bradley ghosts a kiss to Jake’s ear, “Tell her we’re on when we get back. I’m going to leave now, because I’m not doing anything until I see the words come from her pretty lips myself. You’re not going to touch yourself until we get back, do you hear me? Naughty boys don’t get to cum.”

Jake whines his disappointment, but nods in acceptance. 

Bradley steps back, tucking himself in the band of his boxer briefs to hide his hard on until he gets to the privacy of his own bunk, and leaves Jake’s room unnoticed. 

Jake looks down and his own erection and exhales a frustrated, “Fuck”. 

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2 days later your phone vibrates in your pocket at work, signaling a message from Jake. 

“We’re back! Heading to the Hard Deck, meet us there after work?”

Attached is a selfie of Jake and Bradley, looking too good in their aviators, grinning like idiots.  "I'll see if I can head out a little early. See you soon!" you type back, crossing your fingers that one of your coworkers will cover you for the next 2 hours.

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You stroll into the Hard Deck a little under an hour later, freshly showered and looking like a dream in your little sundress. 

“There she is!” You hear Jake before you’re swept off your feet. God, you missed him.

You lean in for a quick kiss, which Jake immediately deepens, much to the amusement of the crew. 

As you’re pulling away from the kiss, you hear a whispered “Get a room!” 

Your eyes meet Bradley’s as you turn in Jake’s arms, face flushing, but you keep eye contact as you reply, “You’d like that, wouldn’t you” with a wink.

Bradley chokes on his beer and nods, “Well played.”

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A few rounds of pool and darts later, your face and chest are pink. Thankfully everyone still there figures it's the flush from the alcohol in your drink, but Jake’s been rutting his denim clad cock against you since your earlier kiss. You knew he was excited for the plans for that evening, but it was almost like he couldn’t control himself. “What’s gotten into you?” 

“You know how I finally talked to Bradley on Tuesday?”

“Mhmm, took you long enough” you k joke, smiling into his arm. 

“Well… he got me a little worked up, he didn’t kiss me or touch my dick or anything. Said he wanted to hear it from you in person first, but then he said…” Jake gulps. 

“What did he ask baby?” You ask, pushing your ass back into his erection. 

“He said I couldn’t touch myself until we were back; that naughty boys don’t get to cum” he whispered into your hair, embarrassed. 

You knew he liked it by the way his cock twitched against you when he said it. “And you listened?”

“Yes ma’am.” He nods. 

“Mmm good. Time to go.” You say as you grab his hand to lead him out. You mouth “Five minutes” as you pass Bradley and he gives you a nod. 

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Thankfully Bradley parked the Bronco in the dark corner of the lot. As soon as you were out of sight, Jake had you pinned against the driver's door, kissing you hard, fingers playing with the hem of your dress. 

 He pulls back and looks you in the eye. “I missed you so much baby, you have no idea. Are you sure you want to do this?”

You smile and nod, taking his hand and pushing it under your dress. Watching his eyes widen as he realizes you aren’t wearing underwear. “Can you feel how sure I am?”

Jake slips two fingers in you, using the palm of his hand to press on your clit.

You both startle as you hear a throat clear to your right. "It's only been 4 minutes" you tease, pulling Jake's hand from under your dress. He starts to bring his wet fingers to his mouth, but you grab his hand and offer it instead to Bradley.

The boys lock eyes as Bradley sucks Jake's fingers clean. You whimper as a fresh wave of arousal coats your thighs.

Bradley releases his fingers and gives him the keys. "You're driving".

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You sit in the middle as Jake pulls out of the Hard Deck parking lot, resting your hand on Bradley's upper thigh. "Should we give him a show?" you breathe into his ear as you drag your hand closer to his groin.  Bradley nods and pulls you in for a kiss. His moustache tickles and you smile into his lips. He deepens the kiss, licking into your mouth, drawing a moan from you. You feel Jake's hand grip your thigh and your own hand travels over the sizeable bulge in Bradley's jeans, popping the button. "Lift your hips" you murmur against his lips. He does so and you help pull his pants and boxers down.  You shift in your seat, purposely nudging Jake's hips with your ass as you lean down to lick the precum gathering at Bradley's tip and moan at the taste. Bradley's hands fly into your hair, while Jake grips your hip.

You tease Bradley at first, kitten licking his shaft. You can feel his grip tighten in your hair, but doesn't push your head down. "Such a gentleman" you think. Without warning, you suck him to the back of your throat, tears prickling at your eyes as you fight not to gag. You start slow, but increase gradually with every bob of your head. "Christ, that mouth", Bradley groans, "You give head almost as good as Jake". You snort at that, giving him a little teeth on the way up. His grip tightens in your hair, but he lets out a breathy laugh. "I'm kidding, sweetheart. You're both good. So, so good.  Jake's hold on your hip tightens but he lets go. You hear him let out a groan of his own. "Ya'll are killing me. We're almost home". You feel him palming himself, trying to relieve some pressure. 

You feel the Bronco pull onto your street and double your efforts, moaning around Bradley and reach up to gently tug on his balls. 

"Honey, I'm gonna cum. Where do you want it?" Bradley grinds out, tugging on your hair to pull you off. You moan while you shake your head, encouraging him to let go.

You feel the vehicle stop in the driveway as Jake shifts it into park. You gently press on Bradley’s perineum and it sets him off; his balls draw up as he cums in your mouth. "Fucccccccccckkkkkkk" he moans, hips gently thrusting. You swallow most of it as you pull off him. 

You sit up and turn to Jake. He's wrecked, still desperately palming himself over his jeans. You put your hand over his as you lean over and kiss him hard, letting him have the rest of Bradley's cum from your mouth. Jake gasps as he tastes it and lets out the most pitiful whine. 

You pull away to see him panting as hard as Bradley is behind you, eyes screwed shut with a grimace on his face.

"I just came in my fucking pants".

that's my girl - op81

oscar loves watching you.

genre: smut oops

pairing: oscar piastri x female reader

warnings: well... sex... how do i never know what to put here? praise kink again bcs i got an ask about it 🤭 not much else i think

requested: yes! thank you for requesting 😁 (requests are still open!)

author's note: i have never written anything this filthy ever... im in shock.... kinda liked it tho 😶 i wrote this all in one go because i got two asks about oscar and. yeah. i miss him :/

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"show me what you do when i'm not around."

oscar had intended for the request to be more innocent than what the result was. in hindsight, however, he understands that there's no way it could've been interpreted as anything other than extremely pornographic.

neither of you are sure how the conversation changed into this; one moment, you were cuddled up into his side on your bed as you watched some silly old romcom; the next, he was sitting right in front of you, his eyes following your hand as it slipped beneath the fabric of your shorts.

your eyes flutter closed as your fingers stroke across your slit through your panties. a quiet sigh leaves your mouth when your index finger dips underneath the last piece of clothing, dragging along your already wet folds. oscar loves seeing you like this, with your face softened in pure lust, but his sight of the real deal is quite restricted. "take them off, please."

your pants and underwear are off and thrown away in one swift motion, leaving him with a much better view. you settle down more comfortably, your back against the headboard of the bed as your bent legs are spread wide. your hand drags down your inner thigh before reaching your core and you let a finger press down onto it. a low cuss leaves your mouth as you start circling your clit, slowly at first but gradually picking up more speed.

"wow," oscar says. his mouth hangs slightly open as he watches you, completely in awe. "this is amazing. you're amazing."

he has seen you naked before, and he has fucked you plenty of times, but the scene playing out in front of him is something entirely new. it's so erotic it could have him come in his pants right there and then, and you're so beautiful that he falls in love with you all over again. he wants to lean forward and help you out, touch you in the ways he knows you adore. but he holds back, wanting to see how this plays out.

your finger drags down further, dipping in between your folds and finding your hole easily. your head rolls back against the headboard as you pump yourself a couple of times, starting to feel your arousal build up when you let another digit join in. the stretch grows when yet another finger enters you, and you bite down on your lower lip to keep quiet.

oscar notices instantly. "don't hold back, love," he hums, eyes moving up and down between your cunt and your face at a high speed. "let me hear how much you're enjoying yourself."

your stomach twists at his raspy voice, the reminder of his presence making the pleasure grow even stronger. a whine escapes through your lips, the pace of your pumps growing even quicker. your mind easily grows dizzy, and you let out a high-pitched moan once you finally reach your high. you allow your fingers to keep pumping you for a few moments as you try to recover, shallow breaths leaving your mouth.

oscar is completely astounded. he has grown so hard watching you, and he reckons this is better than any porno he's ever seen. however, he isn't completely satisfied yet. he moves a little closer, leaning in to press a kiss to your jaw. "you're doing so well," he tells you, his lips moving down your neck. "just one more time?" his eyes meet your weak ones as he pulls back, his hand cupping your cheek.

you nod – how could you say no to him? – and reach forward, your lips meeting his in a delicate kiss. it's so soft, so innocent, like he hasn't just watched you fuck your own fingers, yet it has his chest heaving for air when you pull back.

you unwillingly force your gaze away from him, eyes instead looking to your bedside drawer as your hand rummages through it. you eventually find your vibrator, pulling it out before sitting down like before again.

it's not like oscar didn't know that you had a vibrator – he was the one who bought you that specific one, even – but there's something inside of him that is awoken when he sees you press the button and bring the toy to life. he is stunned, all of his blood rushing to his cock once you bring the machine down to your core. your eyes roll back at the vibrations, the sensation spreading through your body like thunder. "that's it, just let go," oscar's voice booms through the room. "let yourself feel good, baby."

you press a button to bring up the speed, a string of whines pouring past your teeth and the waves of pleasure growing stronger. it's all so good, but it's one specific thing that makes you come undone;

"let me see those pretty eyes of yours."

it's not usually this easy for you to come, but something about making eye contact with your lover as your vibrator stimulates you makes your orgasm arrive instantly. oscar's presence, his gaze, his voice; it all makes the size your every sensation multiply by ten.

"that's my girl." you click a button to turn off the vibrator, taking a couple of deep breaths to bring your mind back to a regular state. you put the toy away, your hand then reaching to take oscar's hand in yours. he smiles. "now, can you be a good girl and let me fuck you, too? or do only your fingers and your vibrator have that pleasure?"

a worn out sound leaves your mouth. "i don't think i can," you say back, your shoulders slumping. "i'm... exhausted."

"have a little faith in yourself," he scoots closer, bringing his mouth down to kiss the corner of your lips. "i know you can take it."

oscar is always like this. he knows how good you are, he knows how much you're capable of; both in and out of bed, even when you don't know it yourself. he believes in you, and he loves you no matter what.

you take a moment to breathe before nodding, raising your arms above your head. "at least help me out, will you?"

he assists you in getting your remaining pieces of clothing off before stripping out of his own, his strong hands on your hips helping you lie down comfortably against your soft sheets. when you take notice of how his dick is practically pulsating, you feel kind of bad for not doing anything to pleasure him. but your thoughts are washed away as his lips press against your cheek, then your forehead, then your other cheek. he finishes off by placing a quick kiss to the tip of your nose as his member teases against your entrance.

you whine at the contact, wanting to just feel him inside of you already. his voice is gentle, pure, like it always is when he speaks to you. "i know, baby. i know." his thumbs draw circles into your skin. "just a moment, okay?"

he reaches down to his discarded pants, pulling out a condom from the front pocket. it's rolled onto him in a matter of seconds, and he reaches up to grab one of your hands as he hovers above you. he slides into you slowly, the stretch being more than you expected after foreplay like this. you shut your eyes, letting out mixed sounds of satisfaction when his free hand moves up to caress one of your breasts. "you take me so well," he says, starting to pull out before pushing into you again. "and you make the most pretty sounds. and, you are the most pretty person ever."

his fingers flick against your nipple as the pace of his hips grows steady, thrusts deep and slow. your third orgasm was never far away, and his first one is seemingly quite close too; at least if you base it on how his body is already trembling and the low groans erupting from his chest. you wrap your legs around his torso, allowing him to go even deeper, and he leans down to rest his head right next to yours.

"you're doing so good." his movements are sloppier now, but they feel just as perfect. "my good girl."

the moans you let out are so explicit he can't hold himself back. you reach your highs together before collapsing in a puddle of naked bodies, your legs shaking as you unwrap them from him. his breath on your neck is warm but his touch is soft, fingers and nails swiping up and down your body to lull you back to reality. his other hand is still holding yours, he realizes, and he gives you a quick squeeze.

"you okay?" he asks and leans his head back to look at you. when your eyes meet his again, he can't help but to smile.

the smile spreads to your lips. "more than okay. i'm feeling amazing." you reach up to give his cheek a quick kiss. "you said so yourself, didn't you?"

a laugh bubbles from his chest, and he nuzzles his face back into the crook of your neck. "the most amazing girl ever."

PDA - Logan Sargeant

Words: 1,127 Summary: Logan and his girlfriend like PDA.

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Alex watches as Logan, his new teammate, kisses his girlfriend, one of his hands that had been resting on her waist drifting down to her ass, before sliding into the pocket there and giving a squeeze and he can feel himself nearly choke on his drink. “Fuck,” he coughs and he can feel George slam his hand on his back once then twice.

“Alright, mate?” He nods, giving another cough before clearing his throat. “Yeah, just watching the rookie feel up his girlfriend.” He watches as George’s eyebrows furrow as he looks over at Oscar who’s sitting at the next table. “Other rookie.” George looks over at where he had and his eyes widen. “Jesus. They do know that they’re in public and we’re all here right?” He looks back over and face twists. They weren’t kissing anymore, but Logan’s hand was still in her one back pocket and his mouth is practically glued to her ear as he whispers something with a smile that Alex doesn’t think he likes one bit and dread for the rest of the season starts to fill him.

They both look away at the sound of Oscar’s voice. “They know.” “What?” Oscar tilts his head over to where Logan is and now the rest of the drivers that had decided to all go out together are looking at the couple. “They know they’re in public. I’ve known Logan for a couple years now. They’re always like this.” “Always?” Alex is hoping that Oscar is fucking with him, joking with him. “Always. They’ve been together like two years now?” He shrugs, “We all thought at Prema it was just the honeymoon stage.” Alex turns to look at George, horror in his eyes. “I don’t think I can do this.” “It’s just a bit of kissing, mate. You’ll be fine.” George pats him on the shoulder and he can see from the corner of his eye Max silently laughing. “She’s going to be traveling with us. Coming to all the races.” George’s hand drops. “Well, your fucked then.” Alex groans, dropping his head on the table with a loud thunk.

“You know, I think I like the american. He broke Alex.” Max says, chuckling and Alex is grateful when he hears the dutch driver let out an oomf. “Thank you, Charles.” “No problem. Though I do think it’s a bit funny.” Alex groans, letting his head drop back down when he had just started to lift it up.

“Seriously?” Charles shrugs, “I don’t understand why there is a problem. So they don’t uh, hold back in public. It is not like they are fucking. It is just a bit of kissing.” He then looks back at the couple and shrugs again. “And ass grabbing. Could be much worse.” Alex lets out a groan when the rest of the drivers make agreeing sounds.

“What’s wrong with Alex?” Is the next thing that he hears and immediately groans again at the American accent.

—

Logan was aware that most people didn’t like seeing him and his girlfriend together. Not because they didn’t like her or him or them together, it was more how they acted. Which Logan was absolutely unashamed about. If he wanted to kiss his girlfriend he was going to. If he wanted her in his lap, she’d be there. It didn’t matter how many fake gags his or her friends made or that time he got told off by Prema’s PR team to lay off because what if the press picked up on it?

The memory nearly made him scoff. Drivers got a bad reputation. If they weren’t knowing for fucking anything that walked, one night stands only, they seemed to be know for cheating on their partners. If not by press and fans than at least by other drivers and the like. Logan still struggled a bit with that part of being a driver. The way you’d see a fellow driver fuck someone and then a day later be bringing their partner around the paddock.

He would’ve figured that they’d be thrilled with a driver so into his girlfriend that he literally couldn’t keep his hands off her. Meant they had one less driver to worry about with a cheating scandal.

“It’s the european.” His girlfriend had said when he told her about it and the response had made him laugh in the moment, but he did wonder if there was some truth to it.

“You alright?” Her breath ghosts over the shell of his ear and he squeezes her hip. “I’m all good, baby.” He grins at her. “Just wondering when Williams is going to give me the talk.” She laughs and he can see Lando look over at them. “Any day probably.” “Probably.” He chuckles. He was surprised that after the first race he hadn’t gotten it. Didn’t mean he didn’t think it was going to happen.

Tilting his head up, he puckers his lips a bit and she immediately kisses him. His grip on her hip tightens when she pokes her tongue out teasingly, wishing that she wasn’t sitting on his lap sideways, but straddling him.

He’s about to move her into straddling him when Lando drops into the seat next to them. So he settles for pressing another kiss to her lips before turning his attention to the slightly older driver.

“You all good, man?” Logan’s grin widens at the way Lando’s nose wrinkles at the word man. Him and the other brits all acted the same way when he said it instead of mate. “Yeah, just thought I’d come over, get to know your girlfriend a bit since apparently she’ll be traveling with us.” His voice goes slightly at the end, clearly wondering if it was true. He nods, “yeah. Finally got her to quit that job of hers,” he starts to tease, laughing when she hits him gently on the chest. Lando looked at the two with wide eyes. “I did not quit my job for you.” She says to him before looking at Lando with a sorry expression. “Ignore, Logan.” He pouts a little at that, but keeps quiet. Not minding her taking over the conversation. He traces her name on her hip as she says it to Lando, before repeating her statement.

“I didn’t quit my job for Logan.” He snorts, but other than that, keeps quiet. “I quit my job so I could go full time with graphic design.” The other driver perks up a bit. “Graphic design, really?” “Yeah, I’ve been doing it for the past like five years.”

He somewhat tunes the two out as they start talking more about graphic design. Only really paying attention to her voice and the cadence of it, as he closes his eyes and relaxes.

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Tagging: @gemofthenight @peachiicherries and also @yellowyoonglescibe & @heesvers who commented on my post when I mentioned wanting to write this.

Fake texts au- pt.12 bffs with the rookies+ Monaco for one, please!

Literally love the way anyone older than them has to be the babysitter 😭😭😭

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The week you spent with Oscar and Logan was perfect in every way possible. You woke up with perhaps the worst backache you'd ever had, almost unable to breathe because Logan had shited his entire weight on you... well, that part wasn't perfect but the dinner you had afterwards made up for every ache and pain.

Oscar's mum made every favourite dish of yours and Logans, leaving a very jealous Oscar but at the end of the day, the three of you fell into the same routine you did as kids.

Sleeping late, Waking up even later and eating junk till you couldn't eat anymore (much to the dismay of their trainers) the only different thing is that all three of you couldn't bunk on the same bed. So you took turns, as suggested by Oscar's mother because your first idea was to fight for a spot on the bed.

But sadly, the week had ended and you had to leave, you hugged Logan and Oscar goodbye and made your way to Monaco, where you'd spend the rest of the summer vacation with Arthur.

He'd invited you not wanting to be alone while his brothers had their girlfriends and the last time he'd invited one of his friends from Prema, his mom had pulled him aside and given him the 'you know you can tell me anything, right, son?' he'd simply told her that he was just a friend, and anyways she should have been having the conversation with Charles anyway, with whatever he had going with Max, or with Carlos or Pierre.

You were a little nervous to go, never having been around his family before. You'd met Charles before and had become pretty good friends with him and Max but his mom? His Eldest brother? That was a whole other story.

He picked you up at the airport, drove you to the house, you offered to uber as you weren't allowed to drive in Monaco anymore (its a long story) when you walked in you hadn't realised everyone would be over and were currently on Arthur's back trying to get your phone back for the boy, which he had stolen when he saw the picture of you and Logan, oscar had sent you.

You looked around the room to find Charles, his girlfriend, his eldest brother, and their mother, staring at the two of you with wide eyes.

You jumped off your friends' back, snatching your phone in the process, "Um, hi, I'm Y/n, nice to meet you all!" You smiled hugging Charles and shaking hands with everyone else, trying to ignore your entrance.

"I'll go get the bags, yeah," he muttered as he left, his eldest brother following him.

"Maman, C'est une amie d'Arthur, celle dont je t'ai parlé," (Mom, She's one of Arthur's friends, the one I told you about), Charles said something to his mother in French, you tried to decipher with whatever Arthur had taught you over the years but they spoke too fast.

"Celui qui l'a emmené faire la fête?" (The one who took him to party?) She replied, her voice displaying disappointment, making the girl awkwardly standing next to the door frown at Charles for translation.

"Maman..." Charles began but his mother shushed him, making him look down.

Suddenly, the older woman's face and body language changed, doing a total 180, "Y/n, I've heard a lot about you, from Arthur and Charles!" She said with a smile, making the girl slightly jump in surprise, "Come on, sit, the boys will get your bags," she invited the youngest woman to sit and nodded at Charles to help get the bags, he wanted to protest but was nudged in the ribs by Alexandra, making him walk out in betrayal.

"Uh, hi guys," she said awkwardly feeling a little out of place. She felt like she was in front of a jury assessing her every move to give her life in prison and by the look on the mother's face, they were leaning in favour of the death penalty.

"Hi, Y/n," Alexandra began, quickly leaning forward as soon as her boyfriend left the house, " I've seen you around the paddock before, but mostly in Mclaren and Williams," She began, "I thought you were dating Oscar, right? Or Logan?" She asked making the girl cringe, she couldn't imagine dating one of her friends.

"Um, no, we're just friends, all four of us," she explained, this is so weird.

"And what about the hyper little British one?" Pascale asked making you laugh,

"Lando? I'm going to save his name like that from now on!" You smiled, "No, no, not at all, I think he's a little too invested in Carlos to even think about dating," you joked hoping to change the conversation, Alexandra smiled but Pascale remained unchanged.

"I've noticed, he's a sweet boy," she nodded, "Are you dating my son?" She asked, not sugarcoating anymore, making you choke on your spit, Alexandra quickly rushed to your side, patting your back.

"Thank you," you took the glass of water she offered, "I'm not dating Arthur!" You yelled as soon as you finished drinking the water, making his mother look at you suspiciously at first then nod.

"Thank you for being truthful Y/n," She began, "My kids are everything to me and they only have me to protect them. Lorenzo and Charles are old enough to understand just how cruel life can be, but Arthur's still naive," she explained slowly. It seemed like Alex had heard the same lecture too.

"Maman! Tell Charlie to stop kicking me!" Arthurs's voice rang as the trio stepped inside, proving her point.

"Maman, please, both of them won't shut up!" Lorenzo complained at his brother's antics, in true older sibling fashion.

"Only because you are stupid," Both Arthur and Charles replied at the same time making the eldest groan and place your bag down, to swat the others. Charles had your duffle and Arthur held your haversack, currently using it as a weapon to hit his brothers.

"Boys!" Their mother called out, making them all stop and pick up your bags, and carry them to some room in the house. Alexandra smiled at their antics and Pascale just shook her head.

"Sweetheart, come on, let's have some dinner, I'm sure the flight has you hungry and tired," She practically dragged you to the dinner table. You sat next to Arthur, Alex and Charles in front of you and Lorenzo and Pascle and either head of the table.

After the strange test of sorts, everything was normal, you joked along with the others, and the brothers often fought making you and Alex look at each other and laugh. You were getting along with her the most, being quite close in age and humour. However, as the night continued the jet lag became more and more of a problem.

Arthur was the first to notice your head falling as you sat, "Maman, We are going to turn in," you both began to get up but Lorenzo spoke up, making you stop.

" Où penses-tu aller?" (Where do you think you're going?) The older man asked.

"Ma chambre ?" (My room?) Arthur answered.

"Non, elle couche avec Alexandra, tu restes avec Charlie," (No, she's sleeping with Alexandra, you're staying with Charlie) He replied making both brothers angry.

They started talking over each other, yelling and shouting, you definitely made out more than one curse word. You looked over at Alex silently asking if she knew what was happening, but she just shrugged.

"You're so annoying, Lorenzo, Je jure devant Dieu que j'aurai une chambre d'hôtel !" (I swear to God I will get a hotel room!) He screamed making everyone quiet down.

"Don't yell at me, it was maman's idea," he looked at his brothers a little guiltily, making everyone look towards the eldest woman on the table.

"It's okay, Charlie, reste avec ta petite amie, Arthur soit avec ton ami." (Charlie, stay with your girlfriend, Arthur be with your friend.) Everyone seemed to be okay with the decision, though you didn't know what the decision was.

Arthur patted your shoulder, making you get up and follow him to his room. As soon as you walked in you kicked your shoes off, falling face-first on the soft king-sized bed. He followed suit, dropping himself on the opposite end of the bed, and turning his head to face you.

"I don't think your brother and mum like me very much, Princie," You spoke in a soft voice, too tired to even sit up.

"Nah, they are just over-protective," he answered, his voice nothing but a whisper.

Slowly your eyes drifted shut, letting yourself succumb to sleep.

"Bonne nuit, chérie."

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The Kit Switch (Mapi León)

Surprise, here's a self-indulgent Mapi fic that no one asked for! I wrote this in a singular sitting and did not edit it at all so hope it doesn't suck, enjoy!!!

Warnings: Implications of intimacy, offhand mention of blood

Rated: L for La Reina Carried this Fic

Word Count: 3,600

“Took you long enough!” You heard someone laugh from across the locker room. Looking up, you saw Mapi standing in the doorway looking adorably smug.

“Sorry chicas, had some business to attend to.” Mapi winked at her teammates and the room was filled with a mixture of wolf whistles and fake gagging. For your part, you simply rolled your eyes, fighting to hide the smile threatening to spread on your face.

“Some business!” Patri shouted as Mapi walked away, earning laughs from the whole team as the blonde woman flipped them off. 

Mapi settled into her usual spot in front of her locker, setting her bag on the ground as she prepared to change. From where you were tying up your boots, you risked a look at your teammate from the corner of your eye. It was nice being back at Barça for many reasons but one of your favorites had to be that it meant Mapi was back in her number 4 jersey which meant she was back beside you. Catching your eye as she pulled her shirt over her head, the defender shot you one of her stupid award winning smiles.

“Hola, Y/NN!” She teased, watching as you let your eyes quickly take in her newly shirtless form. In her typical flirty behavior, the girl flexed her abs which only gained an eye roll from you. It was nothing you weren’t used to seeing.

“Hola, María! Those are some real nasty bruises you’ve got there…” You responded, fluttering your eyelashes innocently at her as she narrowed her eyes at the use of her first name. The bruises in question were littered around her torso, peeking out from her sports bra and above the waistband of her shorts. Just about anyone with eyes could tell you exactly what those bruises were from. 

The comment was apparently loud enough for others to hear as Mariona and Alexia could be heard simultaneously choking as they tried not to laugh. Mapi at least had the decency to look embarrassed, rushing to pull on her jersey as she muttered a string of curses at you. Laughing, you turned your attention to fixing your braids.

After a while, the boisterous noises of the lockerroom settled down as Alexia stood to address the group. As much as you loved your best friend, you struggled to pay attention to her captain's speech today. While usually you’d hang on her every word, you weren’t particularly worried about today's game against Valencia which made caring about some “pump up” speech particularly hard. 

One glance to your right showed Mapi was facing a similar situation, tracing absentmindedly over her tattoos and tapping her foot wildly. 

“You know, when I said to show up after me, I didn’t mean to show up almost an hour late.” Mapi’s foot stopped tapping and she whipped her head to face you, eyes wide that you were mentioning this now of all times. Her eyes searched the faces around you to see if anyone had heard but all of your teammates seemed too engaged by Ale to be paying your whispered words any attention. 

“Y/N!” The blonde hissed, making you giggle as you leaned back against your locker.

“Just saying, it was almost more suspicious that you were that late. And then to have all of those little bites on full display? Tsk tsk tsk..” ” You couldn’t keep the smirk off your face as Mapi began to blush, glaring harshly at you as you clicked your tongue in disapproval.

“Cierra la boca! I got distracted…” She groaned, shoving at you discreetly as you resisted the urge to laugh.

“Distracted, eh? Fell back asleep didn’t you?” It was a playful accusation but also a valid guess, it was more often than not that you’d have to drag Mapi out of bed to make sure she got to practice on time. Actually, it was exactly that reason that you’d had to suggest that Mapi arrive separately to the game today. For the last week or so, the two of you had consistently been arriving together and many of the girls were quick to jump to conclusions about the pair of you spending all your time together. Especially Mapis' roommates who were well aware that the blonde hadn’t been sleeping many nights in her own bed.

Now, it wasn’t that they were wrong in their assumptions. Oftentimes, Mapi and you found yourselves tangled up in your bed sheets or too caught up in conversation for her to get home in a timely manner so she just spent her time at your place. However, it didn’t mean that you wanted all the other women you spent the majority of your time with to have yet another thing to tease you about. And so, there was a certain degree of separation the two of you had to observe in order to keep everyone off your tails.

Thankfully, the team was too convinced that you were straight and that Mapi was too much of a player for there to actually be anything going on. 

“Your bed is comfy.” She admitted, giving you a rather pathetic look that made you blush softly.

Before you could respond, a smack on the back of your head garnered your attention. Turning around quickly, you had some choice words ready to leave your mouth before you saw who had committed the little act of violence.

“Hands to yourself, Caro!” You huffed, smacking back at your national team teammate.

“Well if you two would pay attention I wouldn’t have to make you!” Caroline whined, trying to duck out of the way of your hand. 

“Oh, I’ll show you attention!” You teased, lunging at your teammate and tackling her to the ground. Alexia, who had just finished her speech and was about to gather the girls to line up, let out a sigh as she watched the two of you tumble to the ground. Thanks to your Norwegian roots, you had known Caroline for a long time and had only gotten closer to her when she’d joined you at Barcelona in 2019. But as a result, it wasn’t an unusual sight to see the two of you tusseling or goofing off in the same way the Spain players did. 

“Ay, dios mío. Someone get their girls!” Alexia groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose at your antics. You both heard your captain but, instead of separating yourselves like sane people, continued to wrestle as you attempted to get out from under the older girl's hold.

“Mi amor-” Someone started, clearly trying to listen to their captain.

“What!”  You and Caro both snapped, turning from facing each other to look towards whoever had spoken.

Much to the team's amusement, it was Marta who stood facing the two of you looking unusually tough as she stepped forward in some attempt to get you two to stop. 

“Oh? So you’re Marta’s amor now too, Y/NN?” Caro teased from above you, raising an eyebrow as she poked at you for responding to her girlfriend. The teasing only served to fuel you though as you glared up at her in embarrassment. Instead of stopping like Marta had wanted, you responded by flipping the two of you over so it was not you pinning down Caro.

“Min elskede!” A voice said sternly, stopping every single Norwegian player in their tracks. Your head shot up as you looked for Ingrid, the only other Norwegian speaking person on the team, but your teammate looked just as shocked as she held her hands up in innocence. Then it hit you and you could feel your entire face flush red in embarrassment. 

Your mind wandered to this morning when you’d been leaving, or trying to leave, your apartment. 

–---

“You have so much time! Just come back to bed for a little bit…” Mapi whined as she hugged you from behind, burying her head in your neck.

“I have to see the trainers, you know that. Plus I need to get a headstart on you if we want to try and avoid their teasing today.” You sighed, attempting to remove her arms from around your waist.

“Don’t leave me.” She whispered, her lips connecting to that spot just underneath your ear that she knew you liked so much. 

“Min elskede…” You groaned, almost giving in to her touch. You could feel her smirk against your skin, it wasn’t usual that she could get you speaking in your native language as you’d become so adapted to some mix of Spanish and English after being with Barcelona for the past six years.

–---

Turning your head you locked eyes with Mapi who was standing with her hands on her hips, giving you a look that was some sort of mix between amusement and annoyance. 

When you looked back down at Caro, the girl's eyes had gone wide and before she could open her mouth to translate the term, you silenced her with a look. Not wishing for any more embarrassment, you climbed off of your friend, offering her a hand up.

“Didn’t think Mapi would be the one to separate that!” Asisat whistled, earning chimes of agreement throughout the team. 

“When’d you learn Norwegian?”

“More like WHERE did you learn Norwegian?”

“Ay, what did you even SAY?” 

Multiple teammates called out, questioning the center back who just waved them off with a laugh.

“I got them separated and that’s all you need to know, I’ll take my thanks now!” She declared, holding her hands out expectantly only to be met with groans and jeers from the other girls. 

Meanwhile, as everyone was being ushered to line up, you were in a heated staring contest with your Norwegian teammates. 

“Min elskede?!?” Caroline whisper-yelled in your face, her eyes wide in disbelief. Ingrid was in a similar state, arms crossed over her chest as she stared at you waiting for an explanation to the term of endearment. 

“Come on grasshoppers, get in the tunnel!” Marta yelled from the exit of the locker room, effectively saving you from her girlfriend. 

“Oh no, got to go!” You yelped, slipping out of the locker room past Marta who flashed you a sympathetic look and you gave her a grateful smile.

As you jogged up to your spot being Mapi in the lineup, you flashed a smile to the camera person who caught all of the Norwegian players sliding out of the locker room late. You peeked up and saw the countdown, taking a steadying breath as you waited to walk out. Mapi, cheeky as ever, dared a glance over her shoulder and shot you a wink that made you contemplate throttling her right there on national television. Instead, you settled on whispering in her ear.

“You’ll pay for that later.” You purposefully hid your face just close enough to her ear that no camera could catch you, your voice low enough to go undetected. It clearly had its intended effect though as you watched the girl in front of you tense and straighten up slightly. Leaning back, a new smug smile on your face, you let yourself finally get into the game mindset. 

“Gracias for your help back there.” Alexia smirked, clasping her hand on Mapis' shoulder as she walked to the front of the lineup. There was something devious sparkling in your captain's eyes as she looked Mapi over but you couldn’t quite place what it was.

“Anything for you, La Reina.” Mapi laughed, winking at the older girl who just rolled her eyes in response as she walked away. 

“She’s going to kill you one day.” You pointed out, earning a laugh both from your teammates and the Valencia girls beside you. Mapi just laughed in response, shrugging her shoulders.

“Maybe, but not today! We’ve got a game to win, min elskede.” 

Once again, the urge to throttle this girl on live television returned. Especially when the comment garnered a kick in the heel from Caroline who stood behind you. You didn’t get a chance to comment on anything though because the lines started moving for you to get out onto the pitch. 

—---

By the thirtieth minute of the match, you were itching for a goal. You had assisted Asisat and Alexia but between the teasing and the tustling you’d endured today, you were ready for your own shot. 

And Alexia delivered. As Valencia's defense pushed up, Alexia danced around the top of the box, head on a swivel and catching you just as you’d made yourself clear of Guerrero. With a perfect cross delivered just ahead of you, you timed the run in and delivered. The ball skid across the ground, hopping just past Salóns outstretched hands and into the bottom right corner of the net.

Alexia was of course the first person to you, her arms wrapping around you as she screamed your name. 

“Beautiful, beautiful!” She kissed the top of your head, gaining a laugh from you.

“All on you and that pass, Ale!” You grinned, grateful for the assist.

“Just trying to pay you back, número cuatro.” Alexia smirked, the mischievous sparkle back in her eyes as you looked at her in confusion. Sure you were number four for Norway but that wasn’t something Alexia would ever bring up this randomly, certainly not as a nickname.

“Also, you're lucky these refs are shit or else that wouldn’t have happened.” She added as you jogged back over to restart the game. Confused, you raised an eyebrow and she just looked you over once and gave you a pointed look.

“I mean, any other ref would’ve booked you both but I guess these four like a fashion statement!” Your captain laughed, patting you on the head before running back to midfield. Still confused, you looked down at yourself. You literally weren’t wearing anything different today? No no mismatching socks, no jewelry, no KT tape, just your jersey and-

Oh. Maybe, not just your jersey.

—---

While you loved having Mapi staying at your place so often, it sometimes made things difficult. You already weren’t the most organized of humans so adding doubles of everything you owned proved to be frustrating for you.

“Mapi! Have you seen my boots?” You yelled, shaking the bag that normally held your boots but now appeared to be empty. You had a pair at the facility you could use but it was a home kit day which meant you wanted to wear your red boots and not the navy ones.

“By the laundry! They’re with your warmups!” Mapi answered, shouting to be heard over the sound of the shower. 

Sure enough, you found your boots sitting by the washer. Huffing in annoyance at Mapi’s spot on prediction, you snatched up your boots and warmups. Before you could leave the patio though, you caught sight of a folded pair of blue shorts. How did those get there? You were almost certain that you’d left all of your game day gear in the bedroom. Sighing at your own forgetfulness, you snatched up the clothing and added it to your bag. 

Later, after you had gotten to the stadium and were getting game day ready with your teammates, Mapi was running around your apartment wildly. She swore she’d left her shorts on the patio! After getting blood on hers at the last home game, she’d brought her spares to your apartment to wash just in case the equipment staff weren’t able to save her primary pair. Already incredibly late and still slightly asleep from her nap, she was starting to get frustrated. Circling back to the bedroom, she did one last check. Thankfully it paid off, because laying haphazardly on the dresser were a pair of blue and red shorts. Exclaiming happily, Mapi stuffed the shorts in her bag before making her way to the front door.

–---

You turned around and looked across the field at your girlfriend, eyes wide as you took her in. Sure enough, on full display was a bright white number five. Your number five. 

Distracted, you almost missed the ball coming back into play. Somehow, you got back into the game, painfully aware of the number four emblazoned on your shorts. When you assisted Mario on her goal, you could feel the cameras on you as you celebrated. Your mind wandered back to the earlier goals in the game, the way you and Mapi had both reached Alexia at the same time to congratulate her. With the two of you side by side the cameras certainly caught the shorts switch, there was no way they hadn’t. Groaning, you knew there was absolutely no living this one down. 

The moment the halftime whistle blew, you grabbed Alexia by the wrist and sprinted towards the locker room. A quick glance over your shoulder showed you that Mapi was close behind you while everyone else was taking their sweet time. Once you were inside you shoved your best friend back harshly. 

“When did you notice?!?” You shouted, anger radiating from your body. The mischievous glint was gone from Alexia’s eyes now, replaced with shock.

“Y/NN-” She started, her voice soft and cautious.

“Don’t Y/NN me! When did you notice?” You repeated the question, not taking your eyes off of her.

“Y/N.” This time it was Mapi who spoke, placing a hand on your shoulder that you barely resisted shaking off. 

“The locker room, while you were fighting with Caro.” Alexia answered honestly, making you clench your jaw. You felt Mapi squeeze your shoulder, an attempt to ground you and remember who you were talking to before you opened your mouth and said something stupid. The woman in front of you was your best friend, but she was also your captain.

“And you didn’t say anything?” Your voice was tight with strain, trying desperately to smother your obvious annoyance. 

“Maybe I would have, but you weren’t paying me attention anyways.” She challenged, a rather dismissive look on her face now that she’d overcome the initial shock. Even over your own anger though, you heard the hurt in her tone. Your brain was working at a million miles an hour but you quickly put two and two together. Alexia didn’t want to embarrass you just because she felt like it, she was hurt because her best friend didn’t listen to her. At the realization, you softened.

“Ale, I’m sorry I was so distracted during your pregame talk.” The apology was authentic, it hadn’t been intentional. Alexia smiled at you, nodding her head in acceptance.

“And I’m sorry for not telling you that you weren’t wearing your own shorts. Truce?” Alexia held a hand out to you and you didn’t hesitate to take it in your own.

“Truce.” You agreed, pulling her in for a hug. Behind you, you heard Mapi sigh in relief.

“Gracias, Ale.” Mapi smiled, nodding her head at Alexia.

“Ha! Please, I wasn’t apologizing to you. I was going to tell you in the tunnel but you decided to hit me with that ridiculous nickname!” Alexia admitted. Your jaw dropped slightly but you couldn’t help laughing as Mapi stared at her blankly. 

“Are you serious right now?” Mapi questioned, looking less than thrilled.

“So serious, my beloved.” Now it was both of your turns to be shocked as Alexia practically purred out the last part of her sentence. You had expected the recognition from your Norwegian teammates but you were baffled that Alexia of all people was the one to translate the term of endearment.

“Oh, SHIT! THAT’S WHAT SHE SAID?!?!” Aitana shouted, which brought your attention to the fact that at some point your teammates had entered the locker room.

“Fuck me…” You groaned, facepalming as realization washed over all of your teammates. 

“No thanks, sounds like that’s Mapi’s job!” Patri fired back as you silently wished the floor would open up and swallow you whole. 

“You do realize you basically just outed me, yes?” The question was directed at Alexia who just shrugged back at you, a smirk back on her lips.

“I don’t know, I think you did that for yourself. I mean, or should we assess Mapi’s bruises again? Matter of fact, I vote we check you for some of your own!” Alexia teased, reaching for the hem of your jersey as you smacked her hand and jumped away from her.

“Cut it outttttt!” You whined, moving to hide behind Mapi who looked like she could absolutely do nothing to defend you in this moment but hey the thought was nice.

“Fine fine, you’re safe for now! But go switch shorts, we’ve got a second half to play!” 

As the team headed the rest of the way into the room to sit at their lockers or grab water, Mapi and you hung back.

“Well, I guess they know.” Mapi joked, untying her (your?) shorts and quickly taking them off to switch with you.

“Mhm, I guess they do.” You relented, handing over the shorts you’d accidentally stolen and sliding on your actual pair.

“Yeah, just wait until they realize we aren’t just fucking.” She said it loud enough that the team could hear her, intentionally raising her voice and staring into your eyes challengingly.

“Wait a SECOND!” Caroline shouted, jumping to her feet in realization that Mapi basically just admitted that you two were seriously together. 

“I fucking hate you.” You groaned, leaning your head against her chest as you prepared yourself for the insistent questioning you knew was bound to come. Mapi just smiled, wrapping her arms around you and placing a kiss on your head.

“I love you too, min elskede.”

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yeah so there's that. i felt like we were lacking in mapi content so i gave myself three hours to write something without a prompt and this is what you get. anyhow!

So an idea I have for James Vowels, is her telling him they’re expecting a baby while at a race and Logan overhearing and being so excited for his F1 parents to become actual parents 🥹

A/N: Stopppp this makes me melt cause James just had his real own baby and I just know that man is an amazing father

"Morning," You walk around, fingers tracing over James's shoulders as you take your place in front of him. You two had your signature table when you two eat whenever you two traveled with the team.

If they couldn't find James, they just had to look at the little table in the corner, where the sun was constantly there and warm, not hot, but that soft warm that had your eyes closing, wanting to nap there, but now, James was eating his sausage, eggs, and some toast.

"Morning, my darling," James smiles and you warm hearing those words and sit down across from him. Quickly one of the sweet girls runs up to you and offers you some food. You can't help but pale a little bit at the food and shake your head no. James quickly sits his fork down and puts his newspaper down as well and wipes his mouth.

"Darling, is something wrong? I noticed you reacted like that to my steak at dinner, do you have a small stomach bug?" You giggle and mumble back, "Yeah, some kind of stomach bug," James sighs and smiles gently at the girl.

"Can I get some ginger tea for Y/n?" "Of course, Mr. Vowles." The girl runs off as you take small deep breaths trying to control the curling in your stomach at the moment. James watches you, as you smile and accept your tea and take a slow sip. The color seems to come back to you a little bit and he smiles.

"So, how long have you had the stomach bug? You should've told me you've been sick," James's voice is soft, but you feel the slight curl of sternness he gives Alex and Logan. "Not long, but it'll be here for about 9 or 10 months," You smile into your tea while James bristles "What kind of stomach bug stays for 9 to 10-" He stops fluffing out his newspaper as his eyes grow wide.

Giggling you cover your mouth as James looks up at you with shiny eyes. "Really?" He drops the newspaper and grabs your hand, bringing it up and kissing the inside of your wrist then your ring. "Are you 100% positive?" You nod your head and reach into your pocket and pull out the sonogram with the small little blurb currently in you.

James picks it up with shaky hands and stares at it. "I love you," He whispers to the picture before looking up at you. You two can't help but break out into a laugh and hug each other. "Woah, weird picture." You giggle hearing that American accent of Logan as he quickly grabs the photo.

"Who's having a baby?" Logan steals a piece of sausage from James's plate as James turns around and snatches the picture giving him the most Dad glare every. "Oh...oh...OH! Oh my god, Mrs. Vowles, that's awesome." He whispers and bends down and hugs you gently. "Thank you, Logan," "Logan, leave." "James," You smack your husband on his shoulder, but Logan just laughs and hugs James.

"Nah, it's okay, he wants some alone time. I get it, you two will be amazing parents, I'm great practice anyways." James chuckles and pats the young american on his back as he watches Logan walk off.

"He really is great practice." James mumbles which has you bending over laughing.

twinning!

summary: pregnancy was smooth sailing for you— until the second semester where you couldn't stand mick's presence.

pairings: mick schumacher x beautyqueen!leclerc reader

just a random pregnant thot 😩😩😩 BUT THEN IT GOT AWAY FROM ME

"i'm sorry honey, can you—" you sigh exasperatedly, glancing at mick with an irritated glare. his irregular breathing was ticking you off so bad, your head felt like it was throbbing.

mick wore a caught expression, and his cup froze mid air, looking at you as if you'd kicked him where the sun doesn't shine. you gave him a blank look in return, and he'd left the seat beside you, wordlessly, going to the other room with a melancholy gait.

mick was used to it. he could hardly even sleep beside you, as you'd refused to see him. or his belongings... or his reflection.

others had morning sickness and weird cravings. you, hated mick.

his belongings and his person had been banished into the guesthouse for a week now.

this — letting him sit beside you, and touching him — was a lapse in your odd pregnancy behavior. but what were you to do? he looked at you pathetically. and your resolve softened.

"sorry," you exhaled with an upset expression. corinna merely waves her hand with a laugh.

"hard to see him, no? i know i couldn't stand to see michael when i was pregnant."

"oh gosh, yes." you groan in relief that you'd found someone with a likened peeve, "i can't even smell him." your senses would pick up where he'd sat a couple of hours prior, and you couldn't stand him in the confines of the bedroom so you'd... kind of... wronged him.

"i had michael change his perfume to a woman's, so i could stomach his presence."

you widen your eyes, intrigued. "should i make him wear my perfume?"

"you could try. mick's adaptable." corinna shrugs carelessly. she didn't think mick couldn't even stand a little bit of hardship when you were carrying his babies. otherwise, she'd raise him all wrong.

"i already feel bad enough for him." you confided, "i mean... i made him cook plain porridge, and watched him eat it." you say with an embarassed cringe, making corinna laugh hysterically.

"do you atleast have a picture?" she wipes her tears, chuckling. she and michael would have a giggle at mick's expense, and they'd probably tell the tale to his kids.

"no, sorry." you utter sheepishly. "i was busy crying." and you were a bundle of hormones with your mood fluctuations. you'd wanted to sit down and sob one moment, while laugh like a mad woman at something remotely amusing next. you'd sent mick all the funny tiktoks that had you bent over in laughter to make him feel included. on the other side of the property, ofcourse.

"i'm sorry dear," corinna touches your hands. "this must be tough and new for you, but trust that things will get worse before it gets better."

"that does nothing but scare me." you flick her hands away, making her laugh.

"hey. remember when mick broke max's tooth, and he headbutted mick's nose in return?"

"yeah...?" you trail off with confusion.

"you held both their hands in the infirmary while they bleed pints of blood, basically?" you nod, "this is just another broken nose, and there's much more stitches and bloody injuries to come."

"do you want me to call max or..." you ask tentatively, giggling when corinna rolls her eyes playfully.

"come on, darling. i'm saying mick is tough and so are you. you can get through anything together." she assures you, "and it's obviously his fault."

mick sneezes in the kitchen, oblivious that someone, his mother, was talking bad about him on his back.

"how?" you lean in.

"this is only happening because of him."

"well there was two of us that made it work." you interject with a joke.

"very mature." corinna taps you with the back of her fingers, while you giggle childishly. "i meant, you're irritated at him because, the baby's gonna be his exact moniker."

"that's not true," you reel back. "i hope it isn't, because i'm gonna be carrying this baby for nine months. it needs to be half me!"

corinna nods pitifully, "happened with michael and mick. sorry, darling. how about you try again next time?"

"mick schumacher!" you yell. "you and your freaky genes..." then you started screaming in incoherent french and german.

corinna's amused behind her teacup.

Boys Day Out.

masterlist || ask me anything <3

my blurb masterlist is here!

authors note - these new pictures are making me go feral, like his hair grew back so quick and ngl im absolutely loving it 🥰

word count - 2.8k

in which, manchester united are playing luton town fc in the premier league, and so what better thing to do then take your two football obsessed children to watch there favourite team hopefully win.

Friday 16th February, 2024.

Last Friday was a rare moment of tranquility in your household.

You sat nestled in your shared bed, Harry's arm draped around your waist, pulling you close. As you lost yourself in the pages of your book, you couldn't help but steal glances at him, admiring the way his eyes sparkled with every scroll on his phone.

The soft glow of the bedside lamp cast a warm aura around the room, creating a peaceful atmosphere that enveloped you both. With each shared smile and whispered exchange, the bond between you grew stronger, weaving a tapestry of love and companionship that filled the space between you.

As the subtle silence enveloped the room, Harry gently broke it, his voice filled with excitement. "Y’know, m’love, I was thinking... How about taking the boys to the Manchester United match on Sunday? A mate has a few tickets spare. It would be a fantastic day out for them, and I reckon it'd do you good to have some time for yourself."

You paused, considering his suggestion. " H, I don't mind staying with the boys. Besides, it's a big game, and they might get restless."

Harry shook his head, his eyes lighting up with enthusiasm. "Nonsense, they'll love it! And you deserve a break, you do so much for them already. Plus, it'll be a chance for me to bond with the boys, just the three of us."

You couldn't help but smile at his earnestness.

"I suppose it would be nice to have a bit of me-time," you admitted, though still hesitant about leaving the boys for the day.

Seeing your uncertainty, Harry took your hand in his, his gaze softening. "Trust me, m’love, it'll be a day they'll never forget. Besides, it'll give you a chance to relax and unwind, do whatever you fancy without worrying about the boys."

His words warmed your heart, and you found yourself nodding, a sense of relief washing over you.

"Okay, you've convinced me. Let's make it a boys' day out on Sunday," you agreed, a smile spreading across your face at the thought of a few hours of peace and quiet.

Sunday 18th February, 2024.

Harry navigated his Range Rover through the familiar streets, the excitement palpable in the air as they neared Kenilworth town where the football match awaited.

In the backseat, Cameron, his eight-year-old son, gazed out of the window with a mix of wonder and anticipation, his Manchester United kit proudly worn.

Cameron Harry Styles was conceived only five months into yours and Harry’s relationship, it definitely came as a shock seeing as he was only twenty-two, but he absolutely wouldn’t change it for the world.

"Dad, do you think Rashford will score today?" Cameron asked eagerly, his eyes alight with excitement.

Harry glanced at Cameron through the rearview mirror, a smile playing on his lips.

"M’reckon he's got a good chance, Cam. But y’know how football is, anything can happen," he replied, his voice filled with enthusiasm.

Meanwhile, in the other car seat Dexter Robin Styles, your youngest child who was conceived on your honeymoon.

Dexter, just turned two, slept soundly in his car seat, blissfully unaware of the excitement surrounding him. Harry couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of his youngest son, his heart swelling with love.

"Look at him, out like a light already," he remarked to Cameron.

Cameron grinned back, his excitement bubbling over.

"We can wake him up when we get there, Daddy," he declared confidently, already planning the day ahead in his mind. "I can't wait to see the players up close!"

The journey continued for another half an hour, the excitement building with each passing mile. Cameron peppered Harry with questions about the match, his eagerness infectious as they drew closer to the stadium. Dexter stirred in his sleep occasionally, but Cameron kept a watchful eye on him, eager to share every moment of the adventure with his little brother.

Finally, they pulled up in the stadium's private car park, greeted by the bustling atmosphere of fellow fans and the distant sounds of cheers from inside. Harry turned off the engine, glancing back at his sons with a grin.

As Harry stepped out of the car, he made his way around to Dexter's car seat, his heart full of anticipation for the day ahead. Gently, he opened the door and leaned in to wake his youngest son.

"Hey there, sleepyhead," he murmured softly, giving Dexter a gentle shake. "It's time to wake up, buddy."

Dexter stirred, his eyelids fluttering as he slowly emerged from his deep slumber.

"Daddy?" he mumbled, his voice groggy from sleep. "Carry me, please?"

Harry couldn't help but smile at his son's request, knowing full well that Dexter was a total daddy's boy.

"Of course, little man," he replied, ready to scoop Dexter up into his arms. "You ready for some football?"

Dexter nodded, rubbing his eyes with tiny fists. "Yeah, football!" he exclaimed, his voice still laced with sleepiness.

Harry chuckled softly, planting a kiss on Dexter's forehead.

"That's right, buddy. But first, we need to get you out of this car seat," he said, gently manoeuvring Dexter's sleepy limbs.

Meanwhile, Cameron had already made his way out of the car and stood next to his father, his hand clasped firmly in Harry's.

"I can't wait to see the players, Daddy!" he exclaimed, his excitement palpable.

Harry chuckled, ruffling Cameron's hair affectionately.

"I know, buddy. It's going to be an amazing day," he replied, his heart swelling with love for his two sons.

The stadium wasn’t that busy, but that may be because the match didn’t kick off for another hour.

No one had managed to spot him thus far, so it was all smooth sailing.

Dexter was still in his arms, thumb in his mouth and Cameron was holding his fathers hand, his shoulder length curls tied back in a loose man bun that you had done this morning.

As they made their way through the bustling stadium, Cameron's stomach rumbled loudly, coincidently as they passed a nearby food stand.

Oh how he craved some warm food right now.

"Daddy, m’hungry!" he exclaimed, tugging on Harry's hand.

Harry chuckled. "Hungry, huh? Remember, it's not 'want', it's 'would like'," he gently corrected, trying to instill good manners in his son.

Cameron nodded eagerly, his eyes lighting up at the sight of the food stand.

"Okay, Daddy. Can I have a slice of pizza, please?" he asked politely, his stomach grumbling impatiently.

Harry smiled, proud of Cameron's manners.

"Of course, buddy. Let's see what they have," he replied, leading the way to the queue.

As they waited in line, Harry turned to Dexter, who was still cradled in his arms.

"And what about you, Dex? Would y’like anything to drink?" he asked, brushing a stray lock of hair from Dexter's forehead.

Dexter nodded enthusiastically, his eyes wide with excitement.

"Fruit shoot, please, Daddy!" he chirped, his little voice filled with anticipation.

He should have guessed.

Harry chuckled, planting a kiss on Dexter's cheek.

"Fruit shoot it is, champ," he replied, making a mental note to grab a couple of bottles for the boys.

Finally reaching the front of the queue, Harry ordered a slice of pizza for Cameron and a couple of fruit shoots for Dexter. As they walked away from the food stand, Cameron eagerly bit into his slice, a satisfied grin spreading across his face. And with Dexter happily sipping on his fruit shoot.

In the stands of the bustling stadium, Harry sat between his two boys, each in their own seat. Dexter, perched proudly in his own seat, had insisted on being a "big boy" for the match, his determination shining through as he sat upright, his legs swinging with excitement.

Though still too young to fully grasp the intricacies of the game, Dexter's eyes sparkled with wonder as he took in the sights and sounds of the stadium, his tiny hands gripping the edge of his seat in anticipation.

Cameron, on the other hand, was completely engrossed in the action on the field. With his Manchester United scarf wrapped around his neck and his eyes fixed on the players, he leaned forward eagerly, his heart racing with each pass and shot. His passion for the game was palpable, his entire being consumed by the thrill of the match unfolding before him.

As the game entered its fifth minute, Manchester United surged ahead with an early goal, igniting a chorus of cheers from the crowd.

Harry couldn't help but smile as he watched the excitement ripple through Cameron, his son's eyes shining with pure joy. And beside him, Dexter's infectious laughter filled the air, a constant reminder of the simple pleasures of being together as a family.

As the game entered its seventh minute, Manchester United's Rasmus Højlund seized an opportunity and scored a magnificent goal, sending the stadium into a frenzy of cheers and applause.

Cameron, unable to contain his excitement, leapt up from his seat, his eyes wide with jubilation as he started jumping up and down.

"Yes! Go, United!" he shouted, his voice filled with exhilaration.

Beside him, Dexter watched with wide-eyed wonder, not quite understanding what had just happened.

Sensing his confusion, Harry leaned down and whispered in Dexter's ear, "Dexter, our team just scored a goal! Isn't that exciting?"

Dexter's face lit up with understanding, and he clambered down from his seat, his tiny legs carrying him over to stand in front of Harry.

With a beaming smile, he reached out for Cameron's hand, eager to join in the celebration.

"Goal! Goal!" he exclaimed, mimicking his older brother's excited jumps.

Harry couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of his two boys jumping up and down in unison, their laughter echoing through the stadium. Quickly pulling out his phone, he aimed the camera at them, capturing the precious moment for posterity.

As the final whistle blew, signaling the end of the match with Manchester United emerging victorious with a score of 2-1, Cameron was buzzing with excitement. He bounced around, his energy infectious as he reveled in his team's triumph.

Meanwhile, Dexter, nestled contentedly in Harry's arms, gazed up at his father with sleepy eyes, still basking in the excitement of the game.

Unbeknownst to the boys, Harry had a surprise in store for them. With a mischievous twinkle in his eye, he decided to keep it a secret until the perfect moment. As they made their way out of the stadium, Cameron and Dexter assumed they were heading home, completely unaware of the surprise awaiting them.

A kind-hearted stadium staff member, noticing the boys' enthusiasm for the game, discreetly approached Harry and whispered about a special opportunity to visit the dressing room of Manchester United. Sensing the boys' excitement, Harry nodded gratefully, knowing that this unexpected treat would be the perfect end to an already unforgettable day.

They soon arrived at the changing rooms.

"Daddy, where are we going?" Cameron asked, his voice tinged with excitement and curiosity. Before Harry could respond, the door swung open, revealing a sight that left Cameron speechless.

His eyes widened in awe as he took in the scene before him—the dressing room of Manchester United, filled with his favorite players. For a moment, Cameron was rendered silent, his mouth hanging open in disbelief as he stood in the presence of his idols.

Meanwhile, Dexter, wide awake and brimming with enthusiasm, squirmed in Harry's arms, eager to explore. Spotting one of the players nearby, he wiggled free and dashed over without hesitation, his extroverted nature shining through as he greeted the player with a wide grin and a burst of chatter.

Harry couldn't help but laugh at Dexter's boldness, his heart swelling with pride at his son's fearlessness. As Dexter chatted animatedly with the player, Harry followed after him, a fond smile on his face as he watched his youngest son soak up the moment with unbridled joy.

Beside him, Cameron held onto Harry's trouser leg tightly, his shyness evident as he observed the scene with a mixture of awe and apprehension. Harry knelt down beside him, offering reassurance and encouragement.

"S’okay, Cam. They're just regular people, like you and me," he whispered, gently squeezing Cameron's hand in support.

Harry noticed Cameron's apprehension and knelt down beside him, offering a reassuring smile and a comforting squeeze of his hand.

"S’okay, buddy. Y’don't have to talk to anyone if you don't want to," he whispered gently, understanding his son's discomfort.

As the bustling activity in the dressing room continued, a familiar figure approached the trio.

It was Marcus Rashford, Cameron's favorite footballer.

The moment Cameron caught sight of him, his eyes widened in awe, and he instinctively tightened his grip on Harry's hand.

Harry smiled warmly as Marcus crouched down to Cameron's level.

"Hey there, buddy! Did you enjoy the game?" Marcus asked, his voice gentle and friendly.

Cameron nodded eagerly, his heart pounding with excitement.

"Y-yes! It wa-was amazing! Y-you're my favorite player," he stammered, his cheeks flushing with nervousness.

Marcus grinned, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

"Thank you, mate! That means a lot to me. What's your name?" he asked, reaching out to ruffle Cameron's hair.

"C-Cameron," he replied, his voice trembling with excitement. "I-I've always wanted to be like you when I play football with my team."

Marcus's smile widened at Cameron's words.

"That's fantastic, Cameron! Keep working hard, and who knows, maybe one day you'll be playing for Manchester United too," he encouraged, his words filled with genuine warmth and encouragement.

Encouraged by Marcus's friendly demeanor, Cameron slowly began to relax. With Harry's reassuring presence beside him, he found the courage to step out from behind his father's leg and engage in conversation with his idol.

Harry, holding onto Dexter with his other hand to prevent him from wandering off again, watched proudly as Cameron and Marcus chatted animatedly. Despite Cameron's initial nervousness, his admiration for Marcus shone through, and Harry couldn't help but feel a surge of pride at his son's bravery.

And as they continued to talk, Cameron's stutter gradually faded away, replaced by an excited chatter as he eagerly shared his love for football with his idol. In that moment, surrounded by his father's support and the friendly encouragement of Marcus Rashford, Cameron felt like anything was possible.

As their conversation with Marcus continued, he noticed the excitement radiating from both Cameron and Dexter.

With a warm smile, Marcus gently interrupted their chatter.

"Hey guys, would you like to take a photo together?" he offered, extending his arms towards them.

Cameron's eyes lit up with excitement, while Dexter's face broke into a wide grin.

"Yes, please!" Cameron exclaimed, eager to capture the moment with their idol.

Marcus chuckled warmly as he scooped Dexter into one arm and Cameron into the other.

"Alright, let's get a picture," he said, positioning them carefully for the shot.

As Marcus held onto the boys, he glanced over at Harry, who stood nearby, watching with a proud smile.

"Would you like to join us in the photo?" Marcus asked, extending an invitation to Cameron and Dexter's father.

Harry's heart swelled with gratitude at the gesture.

"Absolutely," he replied, stepping forward to join the group.

With Harry now in the frame, another player from the team stepped forward to take the photo.

"Say cheese!" he called out, readying the camera.

Cameron, Dexter, and Harry beamed with excitement as the photo was taken, capturing the moment they shared with Marcus Rashford. As the shutter clicked, Harry felt a sense of overwhelming gratitude, knowing that this experience would be a cherished memory for years to come.

After the photo was taken, Cameron ran straight over to Harry, his eyes shining with tears of joy.

"Daddy, I love you so much! This has been the best day ever!" he exclaimed, throwing his arms around Harry in a tight hug.

Touched by Cameron's heartfelt words, Harry wrapped his arms around his son, holding him close.

"I love you too, Cam. M’so glad we could share this special moment together," he replied, his voice filled with emotion.

Feeling left out of the hug, Dexter toddled over, his arms outstretched.

"Me too! Hug, Daddy!" he chimed in, joining the embrace with a giggle.

Harry couldn't help but laugh at Dexter's enthusiasm, his heart overflowing with love for his two sons. Pulling them both close, he held them tightly, savoring the moment of pure happiness and love.

As they stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, laughter mingled with tears of joy. In that moment, surrounded by the love of his family, Harry felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude for the beautiful memories they had created together. And as they headed home, hand in hand, he knew that this day would be etched in their hearts forever.