A/n- Hi! This is the start of my Max Verstappen fic! This is the BACKSTORY of you and Max and I will always take suggestions, especially if there is a certain direction you would like the fic to go.
Warnings- alcohol mentioned.
Mikky and Frenkie de Jong had known you for years. Before Frenkie played football for KNVB, you had been Mikky’s best friend, encouraging her to go after him.
The three of you stayed close, and even when they became famous, the pair of them didn’t forget you. Frenkie had invited you to his team captain’s end of summer party, and you just couldn’t say no. A night at Virgil van Dijk’s house sounded incredible.
You dressed up in an orange dress to match the Dutch National Team’s colors.
Once you got to the party though, It was kind of awkward. Mikky was off talking to the other wags, and Frenkie was talking to his teammates. It was more relaxed and casual than you thought it would be. You went up to the bartender and requested a drink.
“One vodka redbull please,” You requested.
As you said it, You could feel a man’s eyes on you. Not in an objectifying way, but in the way of admiration.
“I’ll do the same.” The man said, and you turned.
Smiling back at you was the most gorgeous blonde man who had blue eyes with a glint of mischief in them. You recognized him almost immediately. Max Verstappen. Anyone with half a brain knew who he was.
“Hi,” You breathed out, flustered but trying to keep your cool. “I’m y/n.”
“Max.” He said. “You seemed bored. I figured I’d come over and see if you were half as bored as I was.”
“Oh God, can you really tell?” You cried out in a whisper.
“I don’t think anyone is paying that close of attention. I mean, other than me.” He said, and you felt a blush creep onto your face.
“Wanna get out of here? I know a great little cafe five minutes away, and they’re open late.” He asked, with a smile, and his hand put out for you to take.
You nodded, and took his hand out of the party.
He was silent, but smiley for most of the walk there. Occasionally he hummed a familiar tune. You recognized it as the Dutch National Anthem, something you knew the two of you had heard quite a few times.
As you approached a small bakery, Max reached over for the door and pulled it open, allowing for his hand to lightly graze your back as you walked in.
The smell of cinnamon and sugar wafted to your nose in an instant. You let your eyes close. You couldn’t remember the last time you smelled this smell.
Max noticed. He looked at you with amusement.
“I can tell by your face that I picked the right place, schat” He said.
“My God, you did.” You said.
As he ordered, You looked around, admiring the pastries and endless varieties of stroopwafels.
Max had ordered the pair of you traditional stroopwafels and a cup of tea.
“the best from here,” He had said.
For someone so famous, Max didn’t act like it. He spoke softly and kindly, so only you would hear his commentary. He often asked about your occupation, and your life, only bringing up racing to personally invite you to the Dutch Grand Prix. He wanted you in his paddock, he had said.
What he hadn’t said, is that he could picture you in his paddock forever, hugging him after every win, greeting him with the biggest kiss.
His head had repeated Y/n Verstappen a few more times than he cared to mention.
Max had never been so enamored with a person. He found it ridiculous. He wanted to take out his phone and text Daniel that he had found the one, and ask him to be his best man, but he was afraid that if he looked down at his phone, you would disappear, as if from a dream.
The two of you sat in the café for three more hours, talking about life, work and family. You only got up to leave when the café was locking their doors to close.
As the two of you walked back to Virgil van Dijk’s house, you exchanged numbers and promises to talk to the other in the morning. He smiled, promising to himself to take you on a second date.
You could barely hold back from grinning as your brain told itself that Max Verstappen was the one person in the world you would love more than yourself. It was crazy, you knew, but deep down inside you knew from the very moment you locked with his blue eyes that you were always his.
I love you, Max Verstappen. You thought, just as he was thinking I love you, Y/n L/n.
a/n- This is the beginning to my first F1 fic i think! ahh! so exciting! I’m also writing a max one??
warnings- minor swearing, mentions of sexisim
You’d been racing for Alpine for half a season. As a woman, you were the most talked about rookie, probably ever. Pierre Gasly was your teammate and he was so supportive, always pushing for the interviewers to ask you better questions, and reduce the sexism on the grid.
On one particular race, Lando Norris hadn’t been racing to the best of his car’s ability and the two of you were fighting for 6th place.
Close to the end of the race, the two of you collided in a moderately serious crash. The two of you came out relatively unscathed, you had a few scrapes on your arms and he had a bit of pain but nothing visible.
“Nice going Y/n.” Lando shouted at you while the two of you were getting escorted off the track.
Your heart pounded with fear and shame.
“I’m sorry Norris, but you know the crash was your fault too.” You replied back, slightly timidly.
He shook his head at you.
“Girls.” He said.
Zak came over and pushed Lando away from you.
“Sorry about him.” He said, sighing.
"It's fine. Nothing new." You said.
As the race came to a close, You had been told you clocked in the fastest lap for the 2025 Hungarian GP.
Pierre ran up to you. He was smiling.
"Y/n!!! You drove like... Je ne sais pas! C'est
Incredible!"
"I crashed Pierre." you said back.
"But before that. We would've gotten points!" As he gushed at you, you saw Oscar consoling Lando, as he stared at you.
Lando didn't seem mad anymore. He was watching you like a hawk.
"excuse me Pierre, I...l have to go to the bathroom." You said.
You walked over to the Alpine area, feeling eyes following you, slightly embarrassed.
You turned your body slightly, to see Lando right behind you.
"You know, You pissed me off today." He said to you, smiling.
"It's racing Lan, I think I'm supposed to." You replied, eyes narrowing.
"No, You really did. I admire you for it. Means you're a good enough driver." He nodded at you.
You smiled a bit, but not dropping your guard.
"I'm sorry for the bullshit I said earlier. You're doing better than I ever would've as a rookie in that car." He said.
You laughed while shrugging.
"Let me make it up to you Y/n."
"Why should I?" You asked.
"Because I'm dumb and I don't feel like losing this chance with you." He said.
"Who said you ever had a chance, Norris?"
He sighed. "Forgive me. Please, Let me take you out."
a/n- i haven’t written in AGESSS so if this is shite, thats why.
summary- You’re Jobe’s girl best friend, but it’s clearly more than that
The last time you had talked to Jobe, he was pissed off. Whether he had lost a match or just had a bad day, you couldn’t remember.
All you knew was that you used to talk to him every day, and now you’d be lucky to get a text back.
You two would hang out, shop together, watch movies together and hold each other's hands.
But it was just a friendship, at least that’s what you had been telling yourself.
Staring at his contact in your phone you pressed call.
It rang once, twice and then straight to voicemail. You didn’t bother leaving him a message. He’d never check for it.
You sighed, dropping your phone down to the couch and shutting your eyes as you thought of what had changed between the two of you.
Your phone buzzed, it was a text from Jobe.
Did you need something? it read.
You couldn’t help but read it with a passive aggressive tone.
you started typing out a long ass response about why you needed to talk to him, to see him, to realize what had gone wrong in the friendship to make him this hostile to you. Then you deleted it. It wasn’t worth the drama.
never mind. you typed back instead.
On the other end of the line, was a terrified Jobe. He was so so scared of getting closer to you. The years the two of you had spent as“friends” still hadn’t prepared him for how to address the feelings he suddenly had.
In a leap of courage and faith, he typed back.
Can I come over? I’m sorry for being a prick.
You were confused by the sudden change of heart, but Jobe could be like that at times.
Yes, I’m home. You responded.
Jobe grabbed his keys and turned on the car so fast. He didn’t need a second invitation.
Jobe drove like a man in a hurry, because he was. He drove a forty-five minute drive in thirty and managed to avoid (or run through) every red light.
When he knocked on the door of your apartment, you knew who it was.
However, you did not expect the man to pull you into a deep, and passionate kiss as you opened the door.
“Jobe?!” You exclaimed in between his kisses.
“I’m sorry.” he said, and you tilted your head.
He pushed you and himself inside your apartment and brushed your hair away from your face.
“I was acting mad at you because I thought you knew how I felt about you. I was always too nervous to tell you, and I thought you knew. But you didn’t, and I didn’t know how to deal with telling you, so I gave you space.” He peppered kisses on your face.
“Space is for people afraid of being close,” You smirked at him, “We’ve always loved being close.”
“I’m done giving you space.” He said, as he pressed you against your front door and lifted your legs around his waist. He slipped his tongue into your mouth and deepened the kiss before pulling back to smile at you.
“Just so you know, I’m enamored with you.” He said before carrying you up the stairs and towards your bedroom.
“I’m enamored with you, Jobe Samuel Patrick Bellingham,” You say as you poke his nose with your finger.
He laughs before putting you down on your bed.
“We are close, aren’t we?” He asked.
“Don’t give me any space.”
“none at all?”
“none at all.”
A/n- so i read this and wowza is it shite. not one cohesive thought!!
summary- You’re offered your first modeling gig, and it’s with a super hot hungarian football player named Dominik.
warnings- fluff, reader is modeling for the first time
a/n- hey guys! i’ve been inactive for a while and still deciding if im gonna continue the domi series (summer baby) or just do imagines/ one shots. anyways heres something for ya!
You could have sworn Bailee was crazy when she signed you up for that modeling audition. She took your headshots herself, priding herself on getting all of the right angles. Those pictures had took at least five hours, but they must have paid off because here you were, getting a call back from Nike.
Though it wasn’t the most glamorous brand, it was a huge brand. You knew people would see whatever you wore and you were excited to do it.
Nike had called you asking if you had ever played or watched football, and your response was perfect for them. You loved football ever since you were a kid and still watch it as an adult.
Satisfied with your answer they told you to come in at 6 am Saturday for the shoot and they would get things started.
Jittery and somewhat tired, you showed up to the job ready to see your outfit.
A nice security guard named Lewis escorted you to your dressing room where a woman was waiting for you with a rack of clothes and a carrier case of makeup and hair tools.
Her name was Milly and she was to prepare you for the shoot.
“I heard the guy you’re shooting with is a football player himself. I think it’s someone who wears those Nike boots on the pitch?” She told you while brushing the roots of your hair out and applying some product to it.
“Really? I wonder if I’ve heard of him.” You told her.
She nodded. “He’s hot anyway, I saw him walking in. He was like a greek god mixed with an angel,” You laughed at Milly.
She put your hair up into a slick back ponytail and then braided the ponytail.
Thanking her, you looked at the outfit laid out for you.
You were to start the shoot in Nike pros, a white sports bra and Nike Blazers, with some nike socks under them.
Emerging from your dressing room in your outfit, you spoke with someone who you assumed was directing the shoot because of what he was wearing, and his very evident supremacy in the room.
He told you not to worry about the shoot, and you were all just there to have fun.
You began your solo part of the shoot, in this outfit taking probably about a hundred photos
While you were shooting, you saw a man come out of his dressing room, in a black nike compression shirt and shorts with air force 1 shoes on. He was tattooed, with a chiseled jawline and gelled hair.
You knew who he was.
Anyone with half of a brain in the football world knew who he was, but you had been crushing on him since he transferred from Leipzig to Liverpool.
That was Dominik Szoboszlai.
Trying to avoid his eyes, you kept focusing, eyes locked on the camera.
When your eyes met his, even for just the split second that they did, he bit his lip and raised his eyebrows.
“Y/n, can you pick up the football and rest it under your arm?” The directior asked you.
You did as you were told, “ah yes! perfect.” The photographer took probably a hundred photos of you like that before calling Dominik over.
You went to move and the director put his hands out to stop you.
“no, no hold that pose, we’re just adding Dominik into the picture,”
He directed Dominik to join you and put his arm around you for a duo picture.
You looked pretty short next to him, and your heart was racing.
You two held the pose for a while and took some various other photos.
“I need to grab a water, but stay there, You two can move about but stay on set,” The director told you and Dominik.
You nodded, dropping the nike football to the floor and doing kick ups as a challenge to yourself.
“Pass it over, let’s play together,” Dominik said in an accent that somehow made your heart melt.
You passed around for a few minutes like this, bantering with each other, unaware of the photographer taking hundreds of candid photos of you and Dominik.
He was laughing, you were laughing, and it was the most fun you’d had in a while.
There was chemistry between the two of you, and you couldn’t tell if you were imagining it or not, but everything just came natural for you.
Soon, it was time for his individual shoot, but you stood where he had stood watching.
He made eye contact with you a dozen times and winked when the photographer’s back had been turned.
You had definitely not imagined that.
When the day was done, you returned to your dressing room and changed into a square neck black top and some light jeans.
You noticed a bag of goodies like clothes and PR from Nike to you, including the 23/24 third liverpool kit, with the name Szoboszlai on the back. You smiled, thinking back on how you thought the purple had looked best on him.
Someone knocked on your dressing room door, and you made your way there and opened it.
“hi,” Dominik said, wearing a white eyelet style button up,
“Hey Dominik, whats up?” you asked him releasing a deep breath that you didn’t know you were holding in.
“Domi,” he said. “You can call me Domi,”
He smiled and you met his eyes. Suddenly, as if remembering what he had came here for, he began to speak again.
“I came here to ask you if you’d like to go to dinner with me after this?” He smirked.
“Are you asking me on a date Domi?” You asked.
His head tilted. “You are quite beautiful,” He said.
“and you are quite handsome,” you told him.
“So it’s a date?” He asked.
“Yes, it is.” You told him.
“Shall we?” He asked reaching for your hand.
You nodded and interlocked your fingers in his.
That just so happened to become your first of many modeling jobs and dates with your now-boyfriend Dominik.
A/n - ugh i’ve had this written for a month im so sorry!! Its also kinda cringey so idk.
warnings: reader gets cheated on, Jamal Musiala as an ex (he’s not a bad person, someone just had to take the piss) maybe swearing??
A/n- I don’t see many ppl write for Bukayo so I figured I’d give it a shot! This might be rubbish but here we go 😌
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Bundesligarumors: Germany’s starboy Jamal Musiala spotted making out with a girl who is allegedly not his girlfriend Y/n L/n! Does this mean the pair has split or is Musiala in hot water!!
musialaluver ugh a new girl and its not me??
xavisimonsilove guys y/n still has the photos of them together up…. he probably cheated!
user54 how sad is that
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crying, your phone buzzed from an unknown number and you checked it feeling defeated.
His words of “comfort” did nothing more than provide curtesy in your eyes, but to him, It was him telling you how beautiful and wonderful you were. How no man should ever treat you badly.
You kept in contact with Bukayo, and there was an obvious spark there, but you were scared to ignite it because of Jamal, and how you had seen the “Wag life” turn so sour before.
That modeling gig though, It changed the course of you and Bukayo’s “friendship”
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trentarnold66 Bukayo what are you doing here man???
bukayosaka87 enjoying some chanel x y/n content….
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yourbff DO I SEE POCKETS ON THAT DRESS??
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finally you were not going to let your past trauma take control of you and you were just going to do it.
So what if Bukayo doesn’t end up being your soulmate! It’s just one date.
But one date turned to two and two to twice a week you were out with Bukayo.
Before long, he was asking you to come to his games and support him like a Wag would.
You were his girlfriend, it made sense, but you had only ever been Jamal’s wag.
It would be new, being an Arsenal Wag for the beloved Saka, but you felt so intensely for Bukayo, you were willing to face that head on.
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bukayosaka87 ❤️
trentarnold66 I THOUGHT YOU WERE A RED??
yourusername i still 🫶 u trentski
bukayosaka87 she just loves me more!
yourbff gunners are 🔛🔝
user54 breaking the internet w/ saka i see?
user98 real like wasn’t she just with Jamal??
user54 babe that was 6 months ago and he cheated on her…
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bukayosaka87 aww baby ❤️❤️
yourusername I love you!
bukayosaka87 I love you more!!!
yourbff It couple for real
user88 i love them
bayernmunichlover i don’t ship.
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yourusername: I know it’s not the result you wanted but I’m proud you made it this far and how you played 🫶
bukayosaka87 time for holiday with my bae yeah
yourusername It’s long overdue 🙂↕️
yourbff england’s best!!
bayernmunichfann how did it feel to be back in germany?? 😏
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yourbff i know he treats you good!!!!
yourusername yes he doessssss
user62 y’all are the cutest and i swear this on my life
warnings: reader gets cheated on, Jamal Musiala as an ex (he’s not a bad person, someone just had to take the piss) maybe swearing??
A/n- I don’t see many ppl write for Bukayo so I figured I’d give it a shot! This might be rubbish but here we go 😌
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Bundesligarumors: Germany’s starboy Jamal Musiala spotted making out with a girl who is allegedly not his girlfriend Y/n L/n! Does this mean the pair has split or is Musiala in hot water!!
musialaluver ugh a new girl and its not me??
xavisimonsilove guys y/n still has the photos of them together up…. he probably cheated!
user54 how sad is that
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crying, your phone buzzed from an unknown number and you checked it feeling defeated.
His words of “comfort” did nothing more than provide curtesy in your eyes, but to him, It was him telling you how beautiful and wonderful you were. How no man should ever treat you badly.
You kept in contact with Bukayo, and there was an obvious spark there, but you were scared to ignite it because of Jamal, and how you had seen the “Wag life” turn so sour before.
That modeling gig though, It changed the course of you and Bukayo’s “friendship”
yourusername
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yourusername: Chanel. Timeless, iconic, THE BRAND.
bukayosaka87 WOW. 🔥🔥
trentarnold66 Bukayo what are you doing here man???
bukayosaka87 enjoying some chanel x y/n content….
user54 bro got called outtttt
yourbff DO I SEE POCKETS ON THAT DRESS??
yourusername OMG yes u dooooo
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finally you were not going to let your past trauma take control of you and you were just going to do it.
So what if Bukayo doesn’t end up being your soulmate! It’s just one date.
But one date turned to two and two to twice a week you were out with Bukayo.
Before long, he was asking you to come to his games and support him like a Wag would.
You were his girlfriend, it made sense, but you had only ever been Jamal’s wag.
It would be new, being an Arsenal Wag for the beloved Saka, but you felt so intensely for Bukayo, you were willing to face that head on.
yourusername’s story
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yourusername: COYG!!
bukayosaka87 ❤️
trentarnold66 I THOUGHT YOU WERE A RED??
yourusername i still 🫶 u trentski
bukayosaka87 she just loves me more!
yourbff gunners are 🔛🔝
user54 breaking the internet w/ saka i see?
user98 real like wasn’t she just with Jamal??
user54 babe that was 6 months ago and he cheated on her…
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trentarnold66 is this why y/n never hangs w me anymore 😭😭
yourusername i do too still hang out with you liar
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bukayosaka87 aww baby ❤️❤️
yourusername I love you!
bukayosaka87 I love you more!!!
yourbff It couple for real
user88 i love them
bayernmunichlover i don’t ship.
user6 nobody asked youuuu
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yourusername: I know it’s not the result you wanted but I’m proud you made it this far and how you played 🫶
bukayosaka87 time for holiday with my bae yeah
yourusername It’s long overdue 🙂↕️
yourbff england’s best!!
bayernmunichfann how did it feel to be back in germany?? 😏
user52 shut up you incel
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yourusername hell yeah you do
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user3 awww look how happy she isssss
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yourusername yes he doessssss
user62 y’all are the cutest and i swear this on my life
erm so idk if ur reqs r open sorry if they’re not; but could u do a gavi x reader based off of footnote by conan gray like with all the angst feels
Footnote
Summary: Love doesn't always go both ways
Warnings: cursing.
Have you ever felt like things changed up for the better, but then realized you were the one who changed and not the things around you?
That's exactly how you feel.
Pablo and you were best friends since school. You two were compatible because of football, you played for the girls' team, and he was playing for the small town kids team.
You two were neighbors, so after dinner, you two would play in the neighborhood field. Your mother's would talk and joke about how you two were inseparable.
Pablo then had to move, he was welcomed at Real Betis Academy. Him and his family moved, and you were heartbroken.
Your family moved too, because your father got an amazing job opportunity in Barcelona.
You didn't expect that a few years later, you were going to be welcomed with the news that your best friend was also in Barcelona playing for the La Masia.
Pablo's mother asked yours to take care of him as Aurora and them moved back to Sevilla. You would hang out on weekdays. Those days were free for him.
So your parents and you would hang out with him at home. He even had his own room at your house.
You two would always hang and take pictures. People often mentioned how you would look so cute together.
You always laughed it off. He was your friend. No feelings involved.
Even once you overheard your mother and his talking about how she thought you were in a relationship because she caught you two hugging while watching a movie.
You told her that was just things friends do, especially you and Pablo. It was just friendly love.
You two hold hands, Pablo loves to do that. He has cold hands, and you have warm hands. So he uses your hands as a personal warmer. You would be walking normally, and he would grab your hands to make his own warm.
Pablo loves physical affection, he's always touching you. One finger wrapped around your jeans belt loop when you two are walking somewhere and you are leading the way.
Pablo loves hugs, he's always giving you or his teammates hugs. He always finds a way of hugging you.
Like when you are at the store or at a party, he would hug your waist and place his head on your shoulder.
He would wrap his arms around your shoulders and bring you to him, to embrace you as you two talk, as you two watch a movie.
Something he also loves is giving kisses. You would be doing something random. Cooking, for example. He would come behind you and kiss your shoulder.
You would be at dinner, and he would place his head on your shoulder, randomly turning to face you and kissing your skin or cheek.
Your father was someone who used to joke about how he was jealous of Pablo and always wanted the door open when you two were in your room.
You never understood what was about people comparing you to a couple.
But then it all changed.
For you, it all changed.
Pablo took you to a party. One of his friends at la masia invited him to celebrate his 20th birthday.
You knew the girlfriend of his friend, so for you it was fun to come. They liked you and knew you as Pablo's friend.
The party was fun, Pablo had a few drinks and you did too. María, the girlfriend of his friend, introduced you to some friends who were there too.
One of them has this specific interest in you and Pablo's relationship.
"So you wouldn't be mad if I flirt with him?"
"Not at all, go for it." You laugh. "Also, why would I be mad?"
"I thought you were his girlfriend or something, I mean, you two look like a couple." She smiles.
"Oh, we don't."
"No, you do." María says. "He literally came here a few minutes ago, gave you a drink, and kissed your shoulder before leaving."
"That's how he is." You smile at her. "He's like that with me because he doesn't have a girl to be clingy to."
You all laugh, finding funny how dudes do that to their female friends.
"I get it, my brother was like that, he would hug me and kiss my cheek every time because he didn't have anybody else to do it too."
"Any advice on how to approach him?"
"Just do it." You laugh, encouraging her.
You watch her approach him and start a conversation. You laugh at how you probably would have to uber yourself home.
You continue the talk with Maria and her other two friends. You sat outside and talk with them. Not caring about the time or anybody.
Inside the party, Pablo and his friends decided to play a little game to spice things up. Truth or dare.
"Fermin, truth or dare?" Adrià asks. Laughing at something Aleix said.
"I don't want to play." Fermin groans. "Joder, truth."
"Are you still a virgin?" Aleix asks, making them all laugh.
"Capullo." Fermin rolls his eyes. "I'm not, thanks to your mom." This makes them all except for Aleix laugh even harder.
"Good answer." Raul laugh. "Gavi, truth or dare?"
Gavi shakes his head, drinking his cocktail. "Not today."
"Don't be a pussy." Fermin says. "I answered."
"Well, good for you." He smirks.
"Don't be a fucking capullo." Raul says. "Truth or dare?"
He rolls his eyes, drinking the rest of his almost full drink as a shot. "Dare, hurry up."
They all look at each other, thinking what they will be asking. They all whisper and turn to him with devious smiles on their faces.
"Kiss Paula." Raul says. They all look over at where Paula is dancing. Making all these sexual movements to attract the eyes of Pablo.
"No way." He shakes his head. "She will think I want something with her."
"You say dare."
"But not that."
"Okay, then kiss someone." Fermin interrupts. "Pero hazlo, hermano." He push Pablo.
His eyes scan the place, not interested in any girl who's there. Paula was a full no. She was way too much, and Pablo didn't want to deal with a girl like her.
His eyes then found you. Entering the room with an empty drink in hand. He smiles.
"I'll kiss Y/n." He says.
He was about to walk when Raul grabbed his arm. "She doesn't count."
"Why not?"
"She's your best friend." Aleix says. "She's like used to kissing you at this point."
"I don't kiss her." Pablo says, shaking his head. They all laugh at his answer. Not believing anything. "Quit it!"
"Pablo, you are sticked to this girl all the time."
"Si, you kiss her on the face, on the shoulders, you hug her, grab her hand."
"She's my friend, only that. And from all the girls that are here, I prefer her over Paula or anyone." He says, stern tone. "And if you don't want me to kiss her then fuck off."
He's about to take a seat, but Raul pulls him and signs with his head to go for it. "But make it a good one, not a fucking peck."
"Tonge her down." Fermin says, making them all look at him with a funny face. "I mean, kiss her."
Pablo smiles and walks over to you. You and María were mixing something on your cups. You two were laughing at something.
"Preciosa, can I talk to you?" Pablo taps your waist, hands placed there to capture your attention.
"Hey!" You smile at him. "Let's take a shot." You laugh, grabbing two shots and filling them with tequila. "Pretty please, Pablito mio." You grab his hand, caressing it with your thumb.
He smiles, noticing you drunken state. "Only one, and then maybe we can leave." He grabs the shot and a piece of lemon. "Cheers."
You make a face he always found funny. You scrunch your nose and pout your lips. He laughs at that.
"It's disgusting." You stick your tonge out. "Are you having fun?"
He grabs your hand, taking you to a corner of the room. "I am having fun, but you are definitely having a lot of fun."
You nod, opening your arms to him. He laughs and gets into your arms, his hands on your hips. Lips kissing your cheeks.
He pulls away, hands grabbing your cheeks. He looks at how happy you look, with your blushy cheeks and your glossy eyes.
He goes for it.
You are too drunk to care enough about what is happening between him and you.
Too drunk to care about how one of his hands is lower than ever. How the other is pushing your neck to make you closer.
Your arms are behind his neck, one hand caressing his hair. Caressing his nape and making him shiver. His tonge fights yours in a battle nobody would win.
His friends are in wow at the scene. Not thinking Pablo would dare to ever do that.
"Should we get them a room?" Fermin asks.
You separate needing air. Pablo tries to go back to the kiss, but you just shake your head no.
He frowns, not understanding your reaction. He tries one more time. This time, you let it happen.
But not for long, you push him lightly, eyes looking at him with a questioning look. You shake your head again, hands over his chest, pushing him off of you.
"Y/n." He tries to grab your arm as you are walking away.
"I have to go." You say, taking his hand off.
He grabs your hand, making you turn to him. "Let me take you, please."
"No, I'll." You think about something. Head too out of it to think properly. "I can get home by myself."
"Your mom would kill me, let's go, preciosa."
He intertwine his hand to yours, you look down to it. What was going on?
His friends laugh at the distance, thinking that you went home together to hook up. But it was the opposite, you want to get away from him as soon as possible.
You don't talk during the drive, head replaying the kiss. The window to feel something other than confusion.
"Do you want some mcdonals? I know one that's open." He tries to get you to talk.
You shake your head. "I want to go home, por favor."
"Not even a mcflurry?"
You think for a second, stomach betraying you and roaring from the hunger you feel. Making him laugh at how you were caught up.
"What about that burger you love and some large fries?" He asks. Hand on your thigh.
You accept, knowing he was taking you to eat no matter what. You eat in silence. He thinks it's because you are drunk.
After that many years of friendship, he can tell when you are drunk or sober. Sad or happy. Mad or calm.
But he couldn't picture what was going on with you at that moment. He couldn't put two and two together and notice how you are quiet and far gone from there.
The silence during the drive repeats itself. Except this time, you caress the hand he placed on your thigh.
"We are here, safe and sound." He smiles.
You look at him. He looks different. You can't point what it is, but he's not the one you went to the party.
"Are you okay?" He asks. Noticing you wondering eyes.
You take off your seatbelt, pressing the lock of his and free him from his own. He's confused on what you are doing.
You turn your body to him, taking his face on your hands and smacking your lips on his.
You needed to feel it.
You need to feel what you felt at the party with that first kiss.
You need to confirm or deny if what you felt was just a product of your drunkenness or if it's something else.
Pablo doesn't deny the kiss. He didn't care that much, he thinks it's just a drunken thing.
You let it happen until the air was necessary, letting his lips go but not him. Your thumb caressing his cheeks.
The smirk he has is giving winner vibes, he's thinking how the boys are going to die from the show you two just pulled.
"Are you tired?" He asks, one hand caressing your hair and the other making twirls on your hair with his fingers.
You nod, letting him go off your hold and searching for your purse. He stretched his arm and grabbed it from the back, giving it to you with a smile.
"Let me walk you and say hi to your dad."
He does what he says, walking you and holding your hand like always, it was normal for the two of you.
Then why it doesn't feel like that tonight?
Why are you questioning all the other times he did that?
"Hola, papi." You say, opening the door and letting Pablo in. "I'm back."
Your dad was reading something, waiting for you like he always does when you go out. "Hi, baby." He smiles at you. "Thank you for taking care of her, Pablo."
Pablo shakes his head, smiling at your father like he always does. "I promise to take care of her."
"I'm going to sleep, I'm so tired." You interrupted the talk, not feeling like keep making stories in your head. "Bye, papi." You shake your hand yo him. "Bye, Pablo." You say, looking at him.
He winks at you, saying goodbye to you and your dad. You take a cold shower to try to wake up drop the dreams you were having.
Was this what you mother and his mother were talking about?
Are those the feelings you two were supposed to have?
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"Hey, take this." Pablo hands you a jersey.
You take a look at it, the 30 on the back of it. You look at him with narrow eyes.
"What is this?"
He chuckles, "it's for you." He grabs it, "arms up." You lift your arms, he place the jersey on you, getting your hair out of the way and fixing it on you. "Look at that." He grabs your waist and turns you to the mirror.
He places his head on the crock of your neck, batting his lashes at you. You smile at him on the mirror.
"This is what you want me to wear to the game?"
He nods, kissing your cheek and hugging you. "You would be the only one I'll have there, so I want you to use my jersey."
You feel that weird feeling in your stomach that you have been feeling since what happened after the party.
It's been a good two months since that happened, and you still get that feeling every time he does something like this.
You decide to tease him. "I'm sure your girlfriend won't like me wearing your jersey."
He chuckles, "What girlfriend?"
"What's her name?" You act confused. "Paola? Paula? Paulina?"
"Paula is nothing to me. She's just someone I followed on insta after the party, but I don't even think she's pretty."
You open your mouth in a "o" shape, he was ruthless with that comment.
"What is pretty for you? I feel like you are so complicated to impress." You laugh. He thinks for a moment, giving a dramatic pause to the situation. "Pablo!"
"You." He smiles. "You are pretty. Very pretty."
You smile, hugging him. "Am I pretty for you, Pablo?" You mess with him. He nods smiling.
He bumps your nose with his fingers, hugging you and placing you on his lap. This was something normal for the two of you.
Nothing crazy, nothing new, just the two of you being affectioned as always. But it didn't feel like always for you.
It didn't feel like the other times.
The way Pablo called you pretty.
The way he gave you the jersey.
"I have to go. If I don't, then I'll be in trouble for being late." He laughs. "I'll see you there." He kisses your cheek.
You move from his lap, wishing him good luck and walking him to the door.
"Tell your parents I'm taking you out after the game." He hugs you goodbye.
"Will do. Score a goal for me, please." You push him jokingly out of your house.
"Only because it's for you." He laughs, waving at you and walking to his car.
You look at him leaving, the same feeling from before still there. You close the door, walking inside and finding your grandmother watching you from the living room.
"What?"
"Nothing." She lift her hands. "I like your boyfriend."
You blush at her words, "Abu, Pablo is not my boyfriend."
"He's not?" She asks, making you shake your head no. "Then what's up with the shiny eyes and the hugs?"
"What shiny eyes?" You ask, hoping she drops the conversation.
"Oh, my dear Y/n." She laughs. "You like that boy, it's so obvious."
You just laugh it out and walk back upstairs to prepare yourself. You add some makeup, some blush, concealer, natural eyeshadow, mascara, and lip oil.
You still have time to finish your writing essay. You open your computer, not sure what to write about.
You were studying literature, you love books and reading. You love poetry and the story of the books you read.
So it was the perfect choice and your father supported you idea. Helping you get into the university of Barcelona.
You write random things, but nothing good enough to convince you to do a whole piece for. Maybe a poem, maybe a little story, maybe nothing. You decide to leave it empty. You still have time.
It was time for you to go to the game. You order an Uber to get there, Pablo was bringing you home anyways.
You got to the camp nou just when they started to let people in. You texted Pablo, telling him that you were there.
He instructed you to go to the security guy and show him your pass. You do what you are told. They let you in, one showing you where the room is.
Pablo got you a vip pass, so you would be there with the family and friends of other players. You got inside, checking to see if you knew somebody.
You see Fernando, Pedri's brother. You and him knew each other because of Pablo and Pedri being friends.
"Hey, Fer."
"Hi, are you ready for the game?"
You nod, sitting next to him. "I am, so nervous."
You two make conversations during most of the game. The score was 0 - 0, so it was nothing crazy.
During the half-time, Pablo texted you that he would try to score. You answer him yo be calm and not to fight like he did in the first half.
The second half started, and just like he was ready to show off, Pablo scored a goal. You and the whole room yelled in happiness.
He kisses the barca logo on his jersey, then hugs his teammates. When you think his celebration is done, he points towards where you are.
You blush at the feeling. The way your stomach turns and you feel the heat from your heart fulfill your body.
>you like that boy, it's so obvious.<
You like Pablo.
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You were helping Pablo with making some food. You were not the best cook, so you were a little surprised when he called you to get outside and go home with him.
You decided it was a good idea to let the intelligent equipment he has at home prepare the things while you two watch a movie.
You set the rice machine and the air frier for the food while Pablo picked a movie. "What about Iron Man?" He asks, walking into the kitchen with the control in one hand.
"Do you want to see it?" You laugh.
"Do you?" He grabs your hand and walks with you to the living room. "I want to, but if you don't, then I don't."
"I do."
You two get comfortable on the couch, his head resting on your chest and your hands combing his hair. "Let's see Iron Man 2."
You enjoy a little of the movie until you remember that you had food in the making. "Pablo, the food!" You push him by the shoulders and hurry to the kitchen.
The air frier food was good, it wasn't fully ready, but the rice was burnt. You turn to him, showing him the pot.
He scratches the back of his neck, "Why do we always mess the food up?"
You sigh, throwing the rice into the bin and putting the pot on the sink. "I can make salads, that's all I can't burn." You say, sad pout.
"Oh, princesa." He says, smiling at you while grabbing your face. "You can also find a way to burn those." He laughs.
You hit his arm playing. "You are not getting anything now, Martin."
"Let's go get something from that restaurant we like."
You grab your wallet and phone, walking with him to the car. You connect your phone to the aux. Playing some Jason Derulo.
You check the menu online. Picking something to eat and picking something for him per his request.
You know what he likes and what he dislikes on his food. What kind of ingredients he likes and what kind of thing he won't try because of texture.
"Let's eat here." You suggest. "If we go to your house, we will have to wash dishes." He agrees, walking inside with you. His hand around you to keep you close.
The host greeted you, giving you a table in a corner in order to not create commotion because of Gavi being there.
You ordered the food for the two of you, and he ordered the drinks. You talk about some games he has in Sevilla and Valencia.
"Hey, we have a little special something for you." The waitress says, leaving a bottle of Moscato next to the table and two wine glasses. "We have a little activity going on. The first couple of the night would get a free bottle of our best Moscato." She shows the bottle to the two of you, smiling. "You guys are so cute together."
You blush at the comment, everybody think you are a couple. Pablo thanks her and serves the wine into the glasses.
"I kinda want to start hanging out with you because of this." He laughs. "Free moscato and my favorite pasta with my favorite one."
His one.
You were his one and he was yours.
"Cheers." You smile, clicking the glasses together.
You feel almost bad that you are so pleased that everybody seems to think you two are a couple. You feel happiness from it.
>they're so perfect for each other<
That's what Aurora always said to everyone. That's what your mothers thought.
You feel like people around you won't find it weird if you two ended up together. You act like a couple.
>this is what friends do<
You used to say that to your mom when she finds you cuddling Pablo while watching movies.
That's what you told your dad when he questioned you because Pablo was hugging you and kissing your cheek.
That's what you told yourself every day, that what you do is what people do in a friendship.
But what you feel for him isn't friendship.
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Five months ago, you wouldn't imagine that a drunken kiss with Pablo was going to bring you to the awaken of your feelings.
You were at a party with him. The birthday of Fermin.
Fermin and you are acquainted. You two talk and have fun together when you hang out with him and Pablo's group.
You were a little drunken than what you expected to be. You were stressed because your essay was due in two weeks, and you were not even on the title.
The stress was making you act up a little bit, so in your mind, a drink would solve all your stress and problems.
"Someone is enjoying the Party, eh?" Fermin jokes, poking your side.
"I've been so stressed, sorry." You smile at him.
"Where's your boyfriend?" He asks, looking around.
"My boyfr-" You think. "Pablo?" You ask. He nods. "Pablo is not my boyfriend."
He laughs. "Aren't you like hooking up or something?"
You blink a few times. You aren't hooking up with Pablo. You haven't even kissed him or anything since the last party you two went together.
"We aren't."
He smirks, not believing your words. "After that kiss and how you to left, we all thought you were together now."
You understood why he thought you were together, how misleading it was for you to do that. "No, he took me home."
Fermin is drunk. He's not in his five senses. So, to him, saying things right now was saying things without a filter.
"We all thought that after we dared him to kiss you, he was going to confess his feelings or something."
You feel a shiver when you hear that. They dared him to kiss you?
"You dared him?" You ask, confused.
"Si, we were playing that stupid truth or dare. And we dared him to kiss Paula, but he told us that you were his only choice to kiss."
"Wait." You say, not understanding. "You dared Pablo to kiss me that night?"
"Si, I already told you." He laughs, rolling his eyes. "He didn't want to kiss anybody else."
He grabs another beer, walking away from you while shouting at someone. You stayed there, the drink in your hand gone because you chugged it like a shot.
You serve yourself three double shots. Trying to organize your mind. Bad choice, because you walk to where Pablo is.
You need an explanation. Was everything he did with you just normal things while you thought it was more?
He was talking with Paula, laughing at something she said.
"Pablo." You interrupted. "Can I talk to you? It's kind of important."
He nods, asking Paula to excuse him. He grabbed your arm and walked with you to the side of the house. The music wasn't too loud there.
You looked at him, not understanding why he would do something like that to you. He notices how you are checking him with his frown.
"Are you okay?" His hands caress your arms. You shiver at that.
You don't answer, mind trying to find the right words to initiate the conversation. You feel the need to be honest.
"Y/n?" He asks again. "Are yo-"
"Did you kiss me because the boys dared you?"
He's the one who's quiet now. Not thinking you would ever found out about that. "Who told you?"
"Did you?" You ask again.
He sighs, hands leaving your skin. He takes a small step back. He's not sure what to tell you. To him, It was just something that you wouldn't mind if he ever confessed.
"You did." You say, shaking your head at how silent he is. You know him too well to know what that means. "Why?"
"Why does it matter?" He asks, kinda angry at the whole thing.
You feel a little something in your stomach. He didn't care like you thought he did.
"It matters to me." You say, voice low. But not low enough for him not to hear it. He did. "I was wrong." You say.
You shake your head, looking at him one last time and walking away from there. He calls your name, but you ignore it.
You walk out of the house, a lot of people were talking there. You say bye to someone who was there and you knew.
"Y/n." Pablo calls, running to you. "Wait, don't leave. You are drunk."
"Why does it matter to you?" You turn to him. "It's not like you think of people when you do things."
"What are you talking about?" He's confused at your behavior. "You are definitely too drunk. Let's go back inside and talk. I'll get you a glass of water."
"No." You take a few steps away.
He grabs your arm, making you turn and look at him. You have tears in your eyes, the feeling in your stomach intensifies.
You shake your head no, taking his hand away from your arm. You can't be around him, not when all you thought was happening was just your mind.
"Preciosa, what's wrong?"
He was so sweet without even trying. He was like that with you, but not because he likes you. Because he was your friend and was used to be like that to you.
You look at his eyes. Those beautiful hazel eyes you always say are your favorite. Those eyes your grandmother saw you daydreaming about.
"Pablo, me gustas." (I like you) you sob, you feel embarrassed because he didn't feel the same way.
He's stiff and quiet, not sure how to react. The girl who grew up with him, loving the same things he did and always supporting him, was in front of him confessing she liked him.
"You need to sober up."
You sob again, you weren't waiting for a positive answer but you weren't expecting that cold answer he gave you.
"I didn't feel like that, never." You confess. Letting your feelings go. "But then you kissed me, and I thought I was crazy, because why would you? I'm your best friend."
"Y/n, let's not-"
"And that why I kissed you in your car, because I need to confirm what I felt was real." You sob. "And it was, for me it was."
He's quiet. He can't even think of an excuse. He knew it was wrong but he never thought it was going to create this mess.
"I'm sorry because this might ruin our friendship."
He needs to say it. He needs to confess it to you. He can't let you think that there's a possibility.
"I like Paula."
You feel your heart breaking, but also a mad feeling. How can he like her?
"Paula?" You ask, making him nod. "You told me she wasn't pretty." You say in a mad tone.
"I-"
"You told me she had no personality, she was just someone you followed after the party." You are angry.
He can't defend himself. "I started talking to her and she's pretty funny and really nice."
"Pretty funny but not pretty?" You ask, the sarcastic tone evident. "You told me I was pretty, and she was not."
"You are." He tries to get close to you, but you back up. "Joder, Y/n."
"Why are you cursing me?" You try not to cry. "You did this. You kissed me and made me think that it was because you liked me."
"And I'm sorry, but I don't."
He keeps stabbing your heart. You can't help the pain you feel. You can't help but think that everything that happened in those five months was just normal things to him while you were creating a whole life.
You just stayed quiet, turning to hide the tears that were falling like a waterfall. He noticed the way your shoulders were shaking.
"Y/n," he tries to grab your shoulders. "I'm sorry I made you believe that."
You dry your tears, turning to see him again. "If I wait, could that maybe help?" You ask, shaky voice and rosey cheeks from the crying. "I can wait for you."
He scratches the back of his head, petty looking at you. "Patience won't change how I feel about you."
You nod, understanding that you lost the battle. "I'm sorry I ruined us." You whisper.
You didn't wait for him to answer. You turn and walk away, crying at the feeling. You not only got rejected but also lost your friend.
You walk home, dumb decision. But you needed the time to get yourself together before getting home.
Your parents were out so when you arrived the house was empty, you run to your room and got in the shower.
You ruined everything.
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Your parents were worried about you.
They saw how much you changed, how you used to be all happy and blooming and now you are just quiet and with a straight face.
They also noticed how Pablo stopped coming. You weren't hanging out anymore. You weren't talking about him.
They didn't question you, thinking it was a normal friends fight, we all go through that, your father said.
But your mom noticed something else. You two couldn't be mad for more than two days, and that was exaggerating.
She tried to talk to you, but you just told her that everything was fine and that not all friendships were meant to last.
You focused on your paper, trying to drop your feelings into writing. You don't want to talk about it with anybody else.
You have to present the paper today, it was a closed activity but you were allowed to invite someone.
You invited Pablo, but for obvious reasons, he wasn't going to be there. You didn't invite anybody else. You don't share your writing with no one.
Your classmates pulled amazing papers, some wrote poems, some wrote letters, some wrote about stories, and some wrote about personal things.
"Y/n." The professor calls your name. "Your turn."
You nod, walking over to the stand, about to talk when the sound of the upstairs door called your attention.
You see who it was while adjusting the pages. You feel the cold stopping you. He was there like he promised.
"Miss Y/n, you can start now." The professor smiles. You nod.
"I-." You feel nervous. Looking at him. He smiles and puts his thumbs up, making you let out a little smile. "I wrote a piece. I'm not sure if I should call it a poem, I think it's more like a goodbye letter."
You take a deep breath, nervous to let your thoughts and feelings out.
"I title it,
Footnote."
> You said at the party that I was too drunk. I told you I liked you, you said, "Sober up." But why would I lie? It's so clear I'm in love with you.
After a tense conversation, you like someone else. I say, "If I waited, could that maybe help?" You told me that patience won't change how you felt for me.
So I'll stop being pretentious and loathing our friendship. You taught me a lesson, that love isn't precious. It's not like the novels, no Pride and Prejudice at all.
I'll just take a footnote in your life. And you could take my body. Every line I would write for you but a footnote will do.
We ate at a restaurant, and the host said we're cute. They think we're a couple, they bought us some booze, we shared the Moscato and laughed 'cause it's true... to me.
I'd be embarrassed if I weren't so pleased that everyone else sees what you never see. We're perfect together, but I'll never be the one.
Every line I would write would be for you, but a footnote in your life will do for me <
You stopped. The class clapped. You turn to see him, glossy eyes and a sad look. "Thank you."
You grab your things and exit the upstairs door of the class. Not feeling like being in the same place as him.
"Y/n, wait."
"Pablo, let's not do this more difficult." You turn. You don't want to cry in front of him again. "Thank you for coming, but you can leave."
"We need to talk."
"No, Pablo." You shake your head. "We already talked things. If you wouldn't come today and heard that you wouldn't have called."
He knows what you say it's true. He didn't even pick up the phone to check on you or to try to make things better.
"I just need time to mourn our friendship." You sigh. "I love you, and you will always be welcome at my house. You will always have me as a friend, as a support, as a shoulder to cry."
"Preciosa, please."
"But right now, I think it is best for us to be apart. I love you, bye."
"Love you too." He whispers.
You walk to your car, trying not to cry while driving. When you get home, you find your mother talking over the phone.
She noticed your tears and excused herself, running to you. "Baby, are you okay?"
You shake your head, throwing yourself into her arms, crying your feelings to her. She walks you to the couch, letting you cry yourself.
You tell her what happened, the kiss, the next months, and how you confused your feelings over Pablo. How he told you he liked someone else and even told you that time won't make him change his opinion.
summary- You’re offered your first modeling gig, and it’s with a super hot hungarian football player named Dominik.
warnings- fluff, reader is modeling for the first time
a/n- hey guys! i’ve been inactive for a while and still deciding if im gonna continue the domi series (summer baby) or just do imagines/ one shots. anyways heres something for ya!
You could have sworn Bailee was crazy when she signed you up for that modeling audition. She took your headshots herself, priding herself on getting all of the right angles. Those pictures had took at least five hours, but they must have paid off because here you were, getting a call back from Nike.
Though it wasn’t the most glamorous brand, it was a huge brand. You knew people would see whatever you wore and you were excited to do it.
Nike had called you asking if you had ever played or watched football, and your response was perfect for them. You loved football ever since you were a kid and still watch it as an adult.
Satisfied with your answer they told you to come in at 6 am Saturday for the shoot and they would get things started.
Jittery and somewhat tired, you showed up to the job ready to see your outfit.
A nice security guard named Lewis escorted you to your dressing room where a woman was waiting for you with a rack of clothes and a carrier case of makeup and hair tools.
Her name was Milly and she was to prepare you for the shoot.
“I heard the guy you’re shooting with is a football player himself. I think it’s someone who wears those Nike boots on the pitch?” She told you while brushing the roots of your hair out and applying some product to it.
“Really? I wonder if I’ve heard of him.” You told her.
She nodded. “He’s hot anyway, I saw him walking in. He was like a greek god mixed with an angel,” You laughed at Milly.
She put your hair up into a slick back ponytail and then braided the ponytail.
Thanking her, you looked at the outfit laid out for you.
You were to start the shoot in Nike pros, a white sports bra and Nike Blazers, with some nike socks under them.
Emerging from your dressing room in your outfit, you spoke with someone who you assumed was directing the shoot because of what he was wearing, and his very evident supremacy in the room.
He told you not to worry about the shoot, and you were all just there to have fun.
You began your solo part of the shoot, in this outfit taking probably about a hundred photos
While you were shooting, you saw a man come out of his dressing room, in a black nike compression shirt and shorts with air force 1 shoes on. He was tattooed, with a chiseled jawline and gelled hair.
You knew who he was.
Anyone with half of a brain in the football world knew who he was, but you had been crushing on him since he transferred from Leipzig to Liverpool.
That was Dominik Szoboszlai.
Trying to avoid his eyes, you kept focusing, eyes locked on the camera.
When your eyes met his, even for just the split second that they did, he bit his lip and raised his eyebrows.
“Y/n, can you pick up the football and rest it under your arm?” The directior asked you.
You did as you were told, “ah yes! perfect.” The photographer took probably a hundred photos of you like that before calling Dominik over.
You went to move and the director put his hands out to stop you.
“no, no hold that pose, we’re just adding Dominik into the picture,”
He directed Dominik to join you and put his arm around you for a duo picture.
You looked pretty short next to him, and your heart was racing.
You two held the pose for a while and took some various other photos.
“I need to grab a water, but stay there, You two can move about but stay on set,” The director told you and Dominik.
You nodded, dropping the nike football to the floor and doing kick ups as a challenge to yourself.
“Pass it over, let’s play together,” Dominik said in an accent that somehow made your heart melt.
You passed around for a few minutes like this, bantering with each other, unaware of the photographer taking hundreds of candid photos of you and Dominik.
He was laughing, you were laughing, and it was the most fun you’d had in a while.
There was chemistry between the two of you, and you couldn’t tell if you were imagining it or not, but everything just came natural for you.
Soon, it was time for his individual shoot, but you stood where he had stood watching.
He made eye contact with you a dozen times and winked when the photographer’s back had been turned.
You had definitely not imagined that.
When the day was done, you returned to your dressing room and changed into a square neck black top and some light jeans.
You noticed a bag of goodies like clothes and PR from Nike to you, including the 23/24 third liverpool kit, with the name Szoboszlai on the back. You smiled, thinking back on how you thought the purple had looked best on him.
Someone knocked on your dressing room door, and you made your way there and opened it.
“hi,” Dominik said, wearing a white eyelet style button up,
“Hey Dominik, whats up?” you asked him releasing a deep breath that you didn’t know you were holding in.
“Domi,” he said. “You can call me Domi,”
He smiled and you met his eyes. Suddenly, as if remembering what he had came here for, he began to speak again.
“I came here to ask you if you’d like to go to dinner with me after this?” He smirked.
“Are you asking me on a date Domi?” You asked.
His head tilted. “You are quite beautiful,” He said.
“and you are quite handsome,” you told him.
“So it’s a date?” He asked.
“Yes, it is.” You told him.
“Shall we?” He asked reaching for your hand.
You nodded and interlocked your fingers in his.
That just so happened to become your first of many modeling jobs and dates with your now-boyfriend Dominik.
A/n - ugh i’ve had this written for a month im so sorry!! Its also kinda cringey so idk.
summary- you doing your makeup while singing a certain taylor swift song that jobe doesn’t exactly like the lyrics to.
warnings- none just fluff!
You were fixing your makeup before going out with Jobe, in the master bathroom the pair of you shared. Your hands were busy blending in some blush and putting away your concealer.
Your phone was blasting the weeknd’s Die For You and your boyfriend joined you in the bathroom as you hummed along. He tilted his head, being quite a bit taller than you and kissed your lips quickly.
As the song changed, you let out an excited gasp, turning to look at Jobe while hearing Idris Elba’s iconic starting line to London Boy.
“This is my song!” You exclaimed over your phone.
The lyrics rang out as Jobe took a step back and watched you use one of your makeup brushes as a microphone.
“You know I love a London Boy, I enjoy nights in Brixton, Shoreditch in the afternoon,” You sang along with the audio.
Jobe had a pensive look on his faced, mixed with a smile before twisting his face to bite his cheek.
You giggled at him, and then asked, “Why the long face baby?”
His face gave a guilty smile as if you had caught him in the act of doing something wrong.
“I’m from Birmingham though. You love a Birmingham boy,” He said grabbing your waist from behind and resting his head on your shoulder.
“Hm, you’re right.” You told him smirking. Your face lit up with an idea.
The rest of the song, every time it said ‘London Boy,’ You replaced it with, “Brummie Boy.”
His face was in a bashful smile and he couldn’t bring himself to meet your eyes without smiling uncontrollably.
You grabbed his chin and made him look you in the eyes as you said “But God I love the English,”
As you finished the song, You peppered his face and neck with kisses that made him laugh until you met his lips for a long, passionate kiss.
“Can we listen to that song later?” He asked you.
You nodded and chuckled.
“Sure my Brummie Boy,”
a/n- thank you so much for reading! I hope this was okay! Feedback is greatly appreciated! Reblogs, likes & comments are so helpful!!
It’s July, 2024. A few of the Liverpool boys are looking for a getaway before and between the summer series and stumble upon your mom’s vacation home in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina. There, they spend their time enjoying the sun and one in particular, enjoying the company. You find yourself falling for a charming Hungarian- Domi.
PART 4
waking up early, you again ventured into the boys side of the house and began your morning routine of making coffee and tea. Pouring yourself a cup, you heard steps coming from one of the bedrooms and crossed your fingers it would be the hungarian man you were not-so-secretly obsessed with. Your wishes came true when Dominik emerged from his room and enveloped you in a hug from behind.
“Good morning,” you cooed.
“Good morning édesem,” he whispered into your ear, placing a kiss on your temple and swaying with you in his arms.
You closed your eyes and let yourself rest in his arms for a while.
He again kissed you, but this time on your cheek, then the side of your forehead before turning you in his arms to kiss you on the lips slowly and passionately.
“Coffee?” you asked him from his in between his arms.
“oh, yes please.” He told you.
You smiled at his unshaven face and messy bed head that he somehow made look intentional and perfect.
“what?” He asked you in his raspy morning voice .
“Nothing, it’s just- you’re really cute in the morning.” You told him.
He smirked at you.
Of course he knew how hot he was, he was Dominik Szoboszlai. To hear it from you though, drove him absolutely insane.
You turned on your heel, going to the cupboard for a mug.
“I think you’ll like this one,” You told him pointing to the red liverpool mug with an 8 on it.
He laughed and you filled the mug with coffee, handing it to him.
“thank you baba,” he told you with a kiss to the temple.
He slurped his coffee and smiled.
He watched you make breakfast, offering to help every few minutes, but you assured him you would be fine making the crêpes on your own.
Slowly, the rest of the boys came out of their bedrooms, rubbing their eyes.
“morn’n” Curtis said, followed by good-mornings from the rest of the crew.
You quickly served them breakfast and coffee.
They asked you to eat with them, but you wanted to get an early swim in at the beach and you assured them you’d eat after.
Heading towards the beach in your pink flowered bikini, you ran, eager to hop into the warm water.
Floating in the water face up, you breathed in the hot summer air. Water made you calm, it always had. The beach was your best friend when you had nobody to talk to. You found solace in it when you were lonely. But now, in a whirlwind of a romance blossoming with a football player, the beach felt like a never ending paradise.
After about thirty minutes, you swam closer to the shore, ready to get out. You noticed one of the boys resting on the shore, shoulders slumped. He was tanning, in his swim shorts, but he looked like he’d like to be just about anywhere but there.
It was Harvey. His noodle-like permed hair was crazy, his face hanging low and his shoulders even lower.
You walked up to him and placed your towel next to him, sitting as you did.
“Harvey, is something bothering you?” you asked him.
“no, well. I don’t know, it’s stupid. and no offense but you wouldn’t understand.” He told you frowning.
You looked at him through his black sunglasses.
“try me.” you told him, hoping that your voice sounded compassionate.
“I- Last season, I-uh didn’t preform as well as I know I can,” He sighed, “I just looked at instagram. I don’t think the fans think I should stay. They’re saying I should be sold or benched. I know I didn’t do my best but I’m trying Y/n. I’m not Trent Arnold. I’m Harvey Elliott. I play well and I’m on first team from academy, but at the end of the day, I still somehow feel like the fans hate me. I never see anyone wearing my jersey. I just feel forgotten and hated,” He told you, spilling his guts. It seemed so raw, so unlike everything you’d ever seen, read or thought about Harvey.
“I have it,” you said smiling at him.
“What? What do you have?” He asked confused.
“I have your jersey. I bought it last season. I thought you were excellent. That’s because you are excellent.” You told him.
He smiled and shook his head.
“No, I’m serious Harvey. Come on, come with me. I know something you need right now,” you told him.
You walked in the house, practically dragging Harvey with you.
You brought him to the kitchen where you started bringing out your homemade sorbet, raspberry and mango.
Footsteps met the two of you in the kitchen and suddenly it was you, Dominik and Harvey in the kitchen.
You could tell Dominik didn’t realize Harvey was there at first because you heard him say, “Hey baba-“and then stumble over it and say “buddies,”
Harvey snorted.
“Did you just call me baba? Thats weird man.” Harvey asked.
“No, no you know my english is not great,” He said, lying.
Harvey nodded and hummed in agreement.
You turned for a moment to hide your smirk and then turned back composed.
“homemade sorbet anyone?” You asked, grabbing three bowls for the three of you.
“yes please!” Harvey exclaimed, smiling like a little kid. Clearly his sour mood had melted away.
You laughed.
“Me also,” Dominik said, leaning on the counter in a black compression shirt.
For a moment you allowed yourself to gaze at his chest muscles before snapping back to reality.
Lucky for you, Harvey hadn’t noticed you staring at his teammate’s chest.
Dominik however, definitely had and smiled widely.
“The sorbet, Y/n?” Domi asked you licking his bottom lip.
“Yes, the sorbet. I make it in two flavors. Raspberry or mango. Or both, which would you guys like?” You asked focusing.
“I’d try raspberry.” Harvey said.
“How about a bit of both for me?” Dominik asked.
“Sure,” you said, scooping some sorbet for each of you.
Harvey took a big scoop into his mouth and you saw his eyes almost roll back.
“How are you sooo good at cooking??” Harvey asked while Dominik tasted his.
“I don’t know,” you say, “I practice.”
“This, This is good.” Dominik says, not looking up from his bowl of sorbet, shoveling it into his mouth.
You have some of yours before asking them a question.
“Did you guys want me to make dinner or are you all going to out somewhere?” you asked them.
Dominik’s face lit up with an idea but he stayed silent.
“As much as I love your food, it might be nice to go out,” Harvey said.
“Okay cool,” You said, “Just let me know when you guys leave, I wanna clean up in here a bit.”
The boys nod, and you excuse yourself back to your room.
An hour and a half later, you get a text from Harvey.
All of us but Dominik are out, He said he felt like staying home, but it would be fine if you cleaned.
And then a few seconds later, a text from Domi.
Hey, Come over. I want the two of us to go out to dinner 😉
You smiled and texted a thank you to Harvey and got up out of your room and towards Dominiks room.
You knocked at his door.
“Come in baba,” He said, and you could hear the smile in his voice.
He was wearing Khaki loose-ish pants, fixing a watch on his wrist.
He had two shirts out on the bed, but not a single one on.
“Hey,” You said to him.
“Hey, which shirt should I wear?” He asked pointing at the light blue shirt and the pale yellow one.
“hmm,” You said holding up the two shirts to his body, pressing it to his chest.
He smiled, and you made your decision.
“The light blue looks good on you with your dark hair.” You told him.
He nodded, and then went into his closet pulling out a box and giving it to you.
“What’s this?” You asked him, smiling.
“A dress, I wanted us to match on our first date,” He said to you.
You opened the box and saw a beautiful dress, the same shade as his shirt and with ruffles on the side wrapping around to the top with a slit on the left side.
“Domi, this is gorgeous,” you tell him gasping a bit.
“I thought you’d like it.” He told you smirking, “Go get changed, I have a plan.”
“okay,” you told him, but before leaving, you wrapped your arms around his neck and gave him a peck on the lips.
You went to release him, but he pulled you back into an intimate kiss, instantly snaking his tongue into your mouth and kissing you passionately. After a few minutes, The two of you released each other and you rushed to put on some makeup and fix your hair before putting on your new dress.
He took you to a nice restaurant and you two sat in the back room.
He didn’t often get recognized in the US, but he didn’t want to risk an interruption on a night that he was a bit worried over.
If tonight didn’t go well, would you be interested in him at all?
His unwavering confidence told him ‘no, shes into you and this won’t change it,’ But he couldn’t deny that he was overthinking it.
Before you could sit, Dominik pulled out your chair and pushed it in once you were seated. you were blushing like crazy. You only hoped the redness on your cheeks didn’t make you look silly.
Dominik, thought you blushing was extremely cute and made it known with a kiss to each cheek before heading over to his own seat.
The evening rushed by oh too soon.
One second you were ordering and speaking of his 23/24 season debut, the next you were eating and discussing your family.
The date ended with Dominik insisting on paying the bill and holding your hand in his back to the car.
He opened your door and rested his hand on your back as you went in. Before closing the door, he placed a gentle and slow kiss on your lips. He pulled away, smiling and heading over to the drivers side.
“Thanks for tonight. I feel like we’ve known each other for years,” Dominik said to you smiling.
“Thank you Domi, tonight was really special. I had a really good time.” you told him nodding your head.
He placed his hand on your thigh and began driving, the contact sending butterflies to your stomach.
You hated the fact that the beach house was so close to the restaurant that you two ate at because you could have spent forever just driving around in the car with him.
As you approached the house, Dominik sighed.
“I don’t really want this date to end,” He confessed.
“Me either,” You said.
None of the other cars had returned to the driveway yet, and you figured that they were probably out clubbing and would be so until the ungodly hours of tomorrow morning.
“We could watch something, a movie or a show,” Domi suggested and you nodded, unbuckling your seatbelt.
You tried to get yourself out of the car but he ran over, and opened your door.
He held out his hand for you to take, and you gladly accepted it.
He guided you inside and towards his room, where he turned on the tv, dimmed the lights and set out some blankets.
The two of you were sat up at the head of the bed with his arm around you and your head resting on his chest, along with one of your hands. He turned on a Netflix film you both agreed upon and the two of you cuddled there until long after the movie was over and you no longer had the energy to keep your eyes locked on Domi’s. You fell asleep in his arms, they had locked over you in a protective way that told you he didn’t want you going anywhere. Soon after your eyes shut for the night, his did too. And you both rested there until the morning sun.
-here’s a lil first date aesthetic for you all xx-
a/n- im so sorry this is late but i just cant write rn!!! im in a bit of a writers block and the only ideas i have are literally for other players so im sorry if this is bad!!
a/n- hi! lmk if you like this! just thought of making another insta au since theyre fun and all!
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a/n- thats all!! thanks for reading loves! i hope this was good lol. repost if you like it xx
It’s July, 2024. A few of the Liverpool boys are looking for a getaway before and between the summer series and stumble upon your mom’s vacation home in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina. There, they spend their time enjoying the sun and one in particular, enjoying the company. You find yourself falling for a charming Hungarian- Domi.
warnings- Fluff!
A/n - Hi! Please share and like if you enjoy!
PART THREE
It was a bit late now, The day being wasted away with you lying on the beach watching your favorite footballers bask in the sunlight shirtless. You had hid your face behind a book, hoping none of them would notice you stairing at the most attractive footballer you’d ever seen. Domi.
Lucky for you, the most of them were more focused on having a nice beach day than paying attention to little old you. Most of them.
Dominik most definitely noticed you stairing at his muscular and tattooed arms and laughed. He pulled his sunglasses down to wink to you and you tilted your head to the side with a smile.
After a few hours of pure laziness and relaxation, you sighed and began to make your way inside, to prepare dinner.
You decided that Italian food would probably be best for the lot of them and started making your grandma’s famous sauce recipe.
Tomatoes, Garlic, onions, you began pulling out of the fridge and dicing so you could add them to your already brewing pot of sauce.
You were playing a Jonas Brothers song and dancing around the kitchen when Caoimhin and Dominik came in, both shirtless and covered in sand.
“mmm, smells good,” Caoimh said to you with a smile.
“Thanks, I’m making Italian for dinner if that’s what you all like,” you replied to the irishman.
“Whatever you make, I’m sure it will be good,” Domi said, smirking.
You didn’t know exactly why, but his mood and actions toward you sent your stomach into a fluttering mess.
You giggled a bit before asking, “How was the beach, Good I hope?”
“Very,” Caoimhin said and Dominik hummed in agreement.
“Do I have time to shower before dinner?” Dominik asked you.
“Yep, I still have to make the pasta and finish off the sauce so you should have at least thirty to forty five minutes,” you told him.
He nodded and they both went off to shower leaving you alone to cook.
One by one, the rest of the boys came in muttering ‘hello’ or ‘how are we?’ before going to their respective rooms.
Twenty minutes go by and you’re struggling with your pasta machine. Your dough isn’t going through it well and you have flour all over your face.
After a few huffs and puffs, you decide to give yourself a five minute break.
Scrolling on insta, you hear footsteps approaching the kitchen.
“Hey,” Domi says to you, his heart wet and himself in a compression shirt and loose shorts.
He looked good. Too good than humanly possible.
“Hey,” you said lifting your head.
Dominik started laughing, then quickly stopped, biting his lip into a smile.
“what?” you asked him.
He shook his head and walked over to you.
His hands reached up slightly to your face and he brushed off the flour.
You smiled slightly at the action before those oh-too-familiar knots appeared in your stomach.
“You okay baba? You look like you got into a fight with the flour,” he said to you, the baba part slipping off his tongue like he’d been calling you it for years.
“more like the pasta machine. I think it’s broken,” You told him.
“let me see,” he asked.
You handed him the machine and within minutes, it was working.
You laughed out loud.
“Domi, You’re a miracle worker!” you exclaimed.
He shrugged.
A few minutes later you were serving the food to the hungry lot of them.
Again, they insisted you eat with them.
You sat with them at the large round table, across from Dominik, with Caoimhin on your left and Bobby on your right.
The first bites were priceless. All but Bobby let out audible groans of contentment and you laughed.
“Where did you learn to cook like this?” Harvey asked.
“It’s all my grandma’s recipe.” You told them proud.
“It’s heavenly,” Curtis said, his scouse accent making the phrase sound kind of funny to you.
they all nodded, except for Bobby, who was too focused on finishing his plate to make the effort.
Within minutes, he was asking for another helping. You laughed.
After finishing dinner, you cleaned up with slight help from Conor and Dominik.
Before going into his room, Dominik came over to your ear.
he whispered to you, “If you knock on my door in ten minutes, I’ll be ready for that walk we talked about.”
You smiled and agreed.
You knocked on his door what felt like an eternity later.
He opened it, Now wearing a Essentials hoodie and having fluffy beach hair.
You, had changed into a blue and pink White Fox hoodie and braided your hair back out of your face.
“ready?” He asked.
“mhm!” You said, and the two of you walked out the back porch where nobody was currently looking.
After a few moments, he spoke, his accent sending shivers up your spine as he did.
“y/n, you look good.” He said.
“Thanks, you look good too Domi,” You said.
The air between you was silent for a few moments, but in a comfortable way.
Seconds later, Dominik was reaching for your hand and lacing his fingers in between yours. You met his eyes and you smiled at each other silently, continuing to walk.
“Dominik, Can I ask you something?” you said.
“Anything.” He said.
“How did you know Liverpool was the team? Was it just obvious?” You asked.
“Well, I really admired the club for the longest time. I have a Steven Gerrard quote tattooed on my arm, the dynamics of the team were just so different and family like.” He smiled remembering the day he made his decision.
“A question for you now,” He said.
“Shoot,” You told him.
“Have you ever had a crush on someone who was staying at the house?” He asked you.
You shook your head, “no, well-“
“well what?” He asked you.
“Not before right now.” you told him, heart fluttering at your confession.
“oh? Now you must tell, Who?” He asked smugly knowing who you were talking about.
“Nobody, I mean, he’s just this guy with fluffy hair and brown eyes. He’s perfect and has a Hungarian accent that drives me crazy.” You tell him smiling at him.
He smirks and looks away.
“I can tell you, miss y/n, he feels the same way about you.” Dominik says before dropping your hand and turning his body to face you, grabbing your face in his hands
He envelopes you in a kiss, starting slowly, but then becoming more intense and passionate, expressing the feelings you two had for each other after only a few days. He slipped his tongue into your mouth and yours fought for domination before eventually giving up. You melted into the kiss before throwing two of you pulled away from the kiss.
he hummed against your face and grabbed your hand smiling.
You headed back towards the house hand in hand and parted ways with a kiss.
Lying on your bed staring at the ceiling you smiled and fell asleep content, hugging your pillow and remembering the kisses you had shared with Domi.
a/n - Thats it for this part! lemme know if you wanna be tagged in pt 4!!
It’s July, 2024. A few of the Liverpool boys are looking for a getaway before and between the summer series and stumble upon your mom’s vacation home in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina. There, they spend their time enjoying the sun and one in particular, enjoying the company. You find yourself falling for a charming Hungarian- Domi.
warnings- Fluff!
A/n - Hi! Please share and like if you enjoy!
PART THREE
It was a bit late now, The day being wasted away with you lying on the beach watching your favorite footballers bask in the sunlight shirtless. You had hid your face behind a book, hoping none of them would notice you stairing at the most attractive footballer you’d ever seen. Domi.
Lucky for you, the most of them were more focused on having a nice beach day than paying attention to little old you. Most of them.
Dominik most definitely noticed you stairing at his muscular and tattooed arms and laughed. He pulled his sunglasses down to wink to you and you tilted your head to the side with a smile.
After a few hours of pure laziness and relaxation, you sighed and began to make your way inside, to prepare dinner.
You decided that Italian food would probably be best for the lot of them and started making your grandma’s famous sauce recipe.
Tomatoes, Garlic, onions, you began pulling out of the fridge and dicing so you could add them to your already brewing pot of sauce.
You were playing a Jonas Brothers song and dancing around the kitchen when Caoimhin and Dominik came in, both shirtless and covered in sand.
“mmm, smells good,” Caoimh said to you with a smile.
“Thanks, I’m making Italian for dinner if that’s what you all like,” you replied to the irishman.
“Whatever you make, I’m sure it will be good,” Domi said, smirking.
You didn’t know exactly why, but his mood and actions toward you sent your stomach into a fluttering mess.
You giggled a bit before asking, “How was the beach, Good I hope?”
“Very,” Caoimhin said and Dominik hummed in agreement.
“Do I have time to shower before dinner?” Dominik asked you.
“Yep, I still have to make the pasta and finish off the sauce so you should have at least thirty to forty five minutes,” you told him.
He nodded and they both went off to shower leaving you alone to cook.
One by one, the rest of the boys came in muttering ‘hello’ or ‘how are we?’ before going to their respective rooms.
Twenty minutes go by and you’re struggling with your pasta machine. Your dough isn’t going through it well and you have flour all over your face.
After a few huffs and puffs, you decide to give yourself a five minute break.
Scrolling on insta, you hear footsteps approaching the kitchen.
“Hey,” Domi says to you, his heart wet and himself in a compression shirt and loose shorts.
He looked good. Too good than humanly possible.
“Hey,” you said lifting your head.
Dominik started laughing, then quickly stopped, biting his lip into a smile.
“what?” you asked him.
He shook his head and walked over to you.
His hands reached up slightly to your face and he brushed off the flour.
You smiled slightly at the action before those oh-too-familiar knots appeared in your stomach.
“You okay baba? You look like you got into a fight with the flour,” he said to you, the baba part slipping off his tongue like he’d been calling you it for years.
“more like the pasta machine. I think it’s broken,” You told him.
“let me see,” he asked.
You handed him the machine and within minutes, it was working.
You laughed out loud.
“Domi, You’re a miracle worker!” you exclaimed.
He shrugged.
A few minutes later you were serving the food to the hungry lot of them.
Again, they insisted you eat with them.
You sat with them at the large round table, across from Dominik, with Caoimhin on your left and Bobby on your right.
The first bites were priceless. All but Bobby let out audible groans of contentment and you laughed.
“Where did you learn to cook like this?” Harvey asked.
“It’s all my grandma’s recipe.” You told them proud.
“It’s heavenly,” Curtis said, his scouse accent making the phrase sound kind of funny to you.
they all nodded, except for Bobby, who was too focused on finishing his plate to make the effort.
Within minutes, he was asking for another helping. You laughed.
After finishing dinner, you cleaned up with slight help from Conor and Dominik.
Before going into his room, Dominik came over to your ear.
he whispered to you, “If you knock on my door in ten minutes, I’ll be ready for that walk we talked about.”
You smiled and agreed.
You knocked on his door what felt like an eternity later.
He opened it, Now wearing a Essentials hoodie and having fluffy beach hair.
You, had changed into a blue and pink White Fox hoodie and braided your hair back out of your face.
“ready?” He asked.
“mhm!” You said, and the two of you walked out the back porch where nobody was currently looking.
After a few moments, he spoke, his accent sending shivers up your spine as he did.
“y/n, you look good.” He said.
“Thanks, you look good too Domi,” You said.
The air between you was silent for a few moments, but in a comfortable way.
Seconds later, Dominik was reaching for your hand and lacing his fingers in between yours. You met his eyes and you smiled at each other silently, continuing to walk.
“Dominik, Can I ask you something?” you said.
“Anything.” He said.
“How did you know Liverpool was the team? Was it just obvious?” You asked.
“Well, I really admired the club for the longest time. I have a Steven Gerrard quote tattooed on my arm, the dynamics of the team were just so different and family like.” He smiled remembering the day he made his decision.
“A question for you now,” He said.
“Shoot,” You told him.
“Have you ever had a crush on someone who was staying at the house?” He asked you.
You shook your head, “no, well-“
“well what?” He asked you.
“Not before right now.” you told him, heart fluttering at your confession.
“oh? Now you must tell, Who?” He asked smugly knowing who you were talking about.
“Nobody, I mean, he’s just this guy with fluffy hair and brown eyes. He’s perfect and has a Hungarian accent that drives me crazy.” You tell him smiling at him.
He smirks and looks away.
“I can tell you, miss y/n, he feels the same way about you.” Dominik says before dropping your hand and turning his body to face you, grabbing your face in his hands
He envelopes you in a kiss, starting slowly, but then becoming more intense and passionate, expressing the feelings you two had for each other after only a few days. He slipped his tongue into your mouth and yours fought for domination before eventually giving up. You melted into the kiss before the two of you pulled away from the kiss.
he hummed against your face and grabbed your hand smiling.
You headed back towards the house hand in hand and parted ways with a kiss.
Lying on your bed staring at the ceiling you smiled and fell asleep content, hugging your pillow and remembering the kisses you had shared with Domi.
a/n - Thats it for this part! lemme know if you wanna be tagged in pt 4!!
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