niki

she/her || FL

[niki-writings]

Masterlist

Welcome to my masterlist!

Requests: Open

Football

Drop the Act - Michael Olise

Injured - Hugo Ekitike

Basketball

We’ll meet again - Pelle Larsson

LA Confidential - Luka Doncic

Tennessee Orange - Dalton Knecht

Aww So Cute - Pelle Larsson

[bobskysworld]

62 minutes, 16 touches, 2 shots and 2 defensive contributions but “deserved that call up over Joao Pedro”….

[osulawrites]

FINEEE SHYTTTT

[bobskysworld]

and when i say FUCK MOROCCO, never EVER, am i talking about Chemsdine Talbi… that is my sweetie pie, and he deserves nothing but hugs

[bobskysworld]

how we (yes WE) will be hating on Brazil this WC

[hometoursandotherstuff]

https://metro.co.uk/2019/10/04/police-robot-told-woman-go-away-tried-report-crime-sang-song-10864648/

[hometoursandotherstuff]

[meatculture]

Pelle Larsson Pregame Interview, December 26th 2025

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Aww so cute! - Pelle Larsson

Pelle x y/n

It was finally offseason for Pelle meaning another vacation to Sweden with his girlfriend. He had always tried to go to Sweden when he could to see his family and friends back in his hometown.

After an almost 13 hour drive, y/n and Pelle finally arrived in Sweden. The air felt almost cleaner there and both of them felt a sense of relief getting off the plane.

Their first stop would be his parents house since they were the most important people in his life and he had missed them while being in Miami.

After being picked up from the airport and getting to the Larsson house Pelle’s parents engulfed both of them in hugs. They missed y/n and Pelle and both of them missed his parents too.

They had caught up over coffee and then y/n and his mom started on dinner.

While getting something in the kitchen, y/n noticed a picture she hadn’t seen before. It was a picture of Pelle when he was young holding a basketball.

Pelle had noticed her staring at something longer than usual so he went to check it out. As soon as he came over she audibly said; “Aww so cute!”

Pelle, although not liking that she discovered this photo, laughed with her since he too, had not seen the picture and what she said had not been false.

“Ma i thought you put all of these photos in the attic.” Pelle asked his mother who had now realized the commotion in the kitchen.

“Well that one was way to cute to shove away so i decided to frame it to remember my sweet boy.” His mom said very enthusiastically.

Pelle just stood there shaking his head while y/n kept giggling at the photo. She couldn’t admit it but she loved this sweet, cute, bubbly side of hi that came out when he got a little bit embarrassed. She also couldn’t say that he still was so cute.

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Injured- Hugo Ekitike

Hugo Ekitike x y/n

Champions league nights were always Hugos favorite. He always made y/n go to Liverpool’s champions league games and she loved it. She loved how much he wanted her there.

It was the second leg of PSG v Liverpool. Every Liverpool fan was hoping for a comeback. Her included. She loved Liverpool even before her boyfriend had joined the club.

Being at a 2-0 loss from the first leg made both her and Hugo anxious. Liverpool hadn’t been on their best run in the Prem so they were hoping for a good Champions league run.

Hugo hadn’t been on his best game at all. Something about how he played felt off.

It wasn’t until the 31st minute when he went down in agony.

It felt like the whole world stopped for Hugo and for y/n. No one knew how to act. Everyone in the almost full Anfield waited for him to get up.

Hugo didn’t.

He had stayed down until he eventually got sent off. Everyone knew something was seriously wrong. Y/n knew how he was gonna act after the game.

“I fucked everything up.” Is what she knew Hugo would say.

Even though his injury wasn’t completely his fault, he would blame himself endlessly.

All she could do was be there for him.

And she was. She had comforted him when he found out it was his achilles. She comforted him when he found out he couldn’t come back until January 2027.

She knew it had ruined him so she showed up. Every appointment she had been there. And he needed her. She had helped him every step of the way so far.

She knows recovery will be hell but she will stick with him even when he gets moody or tries to speed up recovery.

He was injured. She was there.

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Tennessee Orange - Dalton Knecht

Dalton x y/n

One school. Two hearts.

It was finally her senior year of university. Although she couldn’t wait for this day, she knew she would miss Tennessee.

And especially a certain someone from the University of Tennessee.

Dalton Knecht.

He had been the reason for her appearance at every basketball game. Every time he played, she was there. She wouldn’t speak, just observed him. She noticed his play style and how he would act during games.

He also noticed.

He saw her at every game, no matter her seat. If she was with her friends, he saw her, if she was alone, he observed a bit longer than usual. And she never realized it.

He noticed she had worn the same color every game. It was their school color, everyone wore it. But on her, it looked extra special. He loved that. She always wore Tennessee Orange for him. He had fallen for her

It wasn’t until after one of the last games of the season he decided to finally talk to her. A simple hello. That one word made her heart spark. He felt the exact same way. That one word led to coffee “study” dates every Wednesday. They would never actually study, just talk. They knew what to say to each other.

One of the coffee dates in particular had been very special. It had been the coffee date. His friends had encouraged him ever since hey heard about this girl and he finally did it.

He had finally asked her out. She obviously said yes. Their two hearts liked together for days on end. He felt like home.

All because she wore Tennessee Orange, just for him.

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LA Confidential - Luka Doncic

Luka x y/n

She had been a New York Knicks fan for as long as she could remember. She loved the team with her whole heart. The only flaw of being a Knicks fan was her boyfriend of one year.

Luka Doncic.

Dating a Lakers player had never been in her plans, but she loved him, needed him, and wanted him. She couldn’t fuck with just anybody.

It had to be him.

After meeting him at a Knicks game, she couldn’t take her eyes off of him.

Neither could he. They clicked instantly.

So there she was. With her Slovenia Doncic jersey sitting courtside at a Lakers game which Luka forced her to go to.

She couldn’t admit that she loved it. She loved watching him every game. When she wasn’t at the games he would always text her the same Tory Lanez lyric:

“But sometimes i get lonely, i get lonely”

It would always be the same text. He loved to show how much he missed and needed her when she wasn’t at his games.

When she was, he would always make sure to be on point the whole game, no matter how tired he would get.

Not letting her thoughts get in the way, y/n started to focus on the game again. She loved how he played. He had a certain glow to him whenever he was playing basketball that only happened when he played basketball.

No matter how much she hated the Lakers, she would always be supportive of him no matter what team he plays for.

The aftermath of the games were even better.

When he would lose, he would find comfort in her since her arms felt better than any of the hundred dollar pillows he had in the house.

Whenever he won, he would be like a hyperactive bunny that was way too excited. She loved seeing him like that. Obviously whenever there was a win, they would always have an enjoyable night after.

That was how their relationship was.

LA Confidential.

[szaturnes]

not a single thought behind those eyes😭

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Drop the Act - Michael Olise

Michael Olise x Reader

Sometimes you find it hard to be in a relationship with someone who is always in the public eye but that doesn’t stop you from loving Michael any less. The worst thing about having a famous footballer as your boyfriend is not the hate you receive or anything like that. It’s how he’s constantly trying to be nonchalant.

Olise had recently been referred to as one of the most nonchalant ballers out there and although you loved that he was finally getting popular, you hated how much it affected how he was when it was just you two.

After games instead of his usual bear hugs and what felt like 100 kisses he decided to divert to just side hugs and little pecks on your cheek.

You tried to ignore it at first thinking it was just a one game thing but then it started constantly happening. You had to act like it didn’t affect you but deep down, it hurt.

You missed the bubbly sweet guy he was when he was around you but now it had felt like you were just a background character.

What really ticked you off was after the game against Atalanta in the champions league. Michael hadn’t replied to any of your good luck texts or even batted an eye when you tried to talk to him after the game while a camera was on him.

You had finally had enough.

“Drop the Act Olise!” You yell at him loud enough for a couple spectators to hear.

“I’ve had enough of you acting like i don’t exist after every game just because you want to be nonchalant and act like you don’t care anymore.” You continue to say.

“I’ve been trying to make excuses for your behavior but now I’m done with you Olise. I will leave you if you cant start loving me right!”

That last sentence makes him break.

“I didn’t know.” He stammered out lightly. “I had no clue i was acting like that around you.” He says with his head down.

“I’m so fucking sorry y/n” He finally lets out.

“I have to take time to forgive you. You’ve almost completely ignored me for this past month. I need to see that you actually are sorry before you are forgiven.” You say seriously.

“I fucked up y/n im so sorry. Please take however long you need but please, promise eventually you’ll forgive me.”

“Only if you promise to be the boyfriend i know and love before he had to start acting tuff for the cameras” You say smiling slightly.

“I swear i will be how i used to be i wont let football get in the way of our relationship ever again.” He says with a stern tone.

Michael pulls you into a hug that you haven’t had in what felt like months but you had missed greatly.

“I love you” He whispers into you.

“I love you more” You say back wiping the tears that you haven’t known had formed.

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We’ll Meet Again- Pelle Larsson

Pelle x Reader

📍New York, 2024

The wait was almost over. The NBA draft was set in two days time. You had been an NBA fan for as long as you can remember. After all you had lived in a house with three brothers so the draft being put on every year had just been routine.

This year was different.

You had your eyes on some certain European prospects for this years draft. Those names including people like Alex Sarr, Matas Buzelis, Tristan Da Silva, and so many more.

But your eyes had been focused on one particular Swedish man.

Pelle Larsson.

You had noticed him before his name was even in draft talks. You would watch Arizona basketball games every time they played and your eyes had always been glued to him

You didn’t expect to meet him like this. In your grey sweats and your dads old “I ❤️ NY” shirt that was way too big on you. An outfit you had put on just to get some last minute things for your family’s annual draft night party.

Embarrassed wouldn’t even be a strong enough word to explain how you felt the moment you had bumped into the Pelle Larsson on the streets of New York.

His tall frame towering over you while you stare at the ground trying to comprehend what you had done. After living in New York for 21 years and never bumping into anyone, of course the one day it happens it has to be the guy you have been obsessed with for the past year.

“I’m so sorry” You say after starring at him for what felt like 30 seconds.

“It’s no problem” He replies in an instant while helping you pick up the few things you had dropped while you were profusely apologizing and thanking him.

“Hey what’s your name i’m sort of lost and you seem like you know where you’re going” He asks after handing you your things back

“I’m y/n. I can definitely help you get to where you need to be” You say with a slight smile even though inside you cannot believe you are talking to Pelle on the streets of New York.

“Thank you so much i’m Pelle by the way” He says even though you already know almost everything about him but he didn’t have to know that.

You two start walking down the street while you help him get to his destination while he makes occasional small talk along the way.

“You’re beautiful” He says randomly and you can already feel the blush creeping up.

“Thank you. I could say the exact same thing about you.” You say almost too fast but he doesn’t mind your enthusiasm.

After a ten minute walk you get him where he needs to be. As soon as you start to turn around and make your journey back home, he grabs you and says something you would not have expected about 30 minutes ago.

“Could I get your number?” He asks with confidence but you could sense the lingering feeling of anxiety in his voice.

“Of course!” You reply seeming a little to happy with your answer.

Both of you exchange numbers and before leaving he says one last thing.

“We’ll meet again, Y/N”