#Alvarez and Laila were cheering and so happy and yeah jeremy wanted to kill them but holy fuck Jean’s lips are so soft

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Art by prince.soleil (on Instagram I couldn’t find their tumblr if any of you can please lemme know I’ll tag them!)

So I can’t get this wonderful art out of my mind so here’s a little headcanon inspired by this comic:

“I can’t believe I let you convince me to do this. Who thinks it’s relaxing to walk on a blade?” Jean grumbled, gripping Jeremy’s hands tightly.

There were just a few days left in the year, and when Jeremy found out that Jean was staying in USC, he cut his visit with his family short to spend time with Jean. Jeremy managed to make it back on the 25, spending Christmas Eve with his family then driving back, arriving late at night in the dorm. Laila and Alvarez came back early too, when Jeremy told them, arriving just this morning.

Jeremy chuckled and flashed him an encouraging grin, “Come on, it's fun! And you're doing better now, your legs almost don't shake anymore.”

“Shut up! I should have stayed in my bed. And stop laughing!” Jean thought that Jeremy should’ve stayed with his family instead of spending time with Jean, he couldn’t understand why Jeremy would voluntarily spend time with him, introducing him to all the Christmas traditions he missed out. When Alvarez suggested that they go skating, and Jean rejected the invitation, Jeremy looked so sad that Jean changed his answer. But then he had to warn them that he had never been to skating. But this didn’t discourage them, instead Jeremy took it up upon himself to teach Jean.

“Well I told you what we were doing. I didn't think you would come, but I'm glad you did. No one should be alone on Christmas.” Jeremy said, still laughing at Jean’s frown and wobbling legs. How could Jean ever say no to Jeremy? Didn’t Jeremy know that at this point Jeremy was the one person he trusts the most, “It’s the best time of the year!”

“Best time? Are you fucking kidding me? This is a nightmare. Everyting sparkles and the music makes nails on a chalkboard sound pleasant in comparison.” Christmas meant even more exy practice because there were no more classes, it meant that he had to spend even more time with riko and-

“I didn't know you hated it that bad, I feel a bit guilty now” Jeremy seemed genuinely sad, like a kicked puppy, and all Jean wished was to bring back that blinding smile. “You know you can always say no, I was just invit-“

“I know! I'm here because I want it. okay?” Jean couldn’t bear his sad face and cut him off.

“Why? I mean if you hate it so much.” Jeremy’s eyebrows scrunched together adorably.

“It's just. I guess I wanted to see it for myself, why people like it. Renee says its about being grateful and being happy together with the people you like.” Jean couldn’t look into Jeremy’s eyes, he felt too exposed. Sighing, Jean continued, “I never had anything to feel grateful for, and I'm not sure if I'll ever be happy in a normal way. But you…you know. I'm just.”

Jean swallowed and got the rest of his jumbled words out, “What I'm trying to say is that I wanted to spend this time with you, and to thank you for everything you did for me. You're a big part of why I'm standing here today…having some "fun". Look, I'm just grateful that I met you, that's all.”

Jean finally looked up and Jeremy was staring dumbfoundedly at Jean, a light blush scattered across his face. Oh no did I said too much? He’s probably embarrassed by my speech. Jean wished he could take it back but it was too late.

“Knox? Did you hear what I said? Well it was stupid anyw-“ Jean squeezed their linked hands, trying to step closer to Jeremy at the same time. He overestimated his skills and the next thing he knew, he had tripped, bringing Jeremy with him. Then he was on top of Jeremy. Thankfully, his hands braced themselves against the ice before he crushed Jeremy.

“S-sorry! Are you okay?” Jean had never been this close to Jeremy, he could smell his cologne, see the individual freckles in his eyes, he could see that Jeremy’s lips were slightly opened. Jean couldn’t stop staring, and neither could Jeremy.

“Y-yes,” Jeremy stuttered, “I think.”

Jean tried to stand up but then he slipped again, and this time he landed right on top of Jeremy, “Oof, fuck I’m sorry,” Jean couldn’t tell if it was his own heart that was beating out of his chest or Jeremy’s. They were now chest to chest, Jeremy’s legs bracketing his hips. Jean hoped he wasn’t blushing as hard as Jeremy was right now.

“It’s, it’s okay?” Jeremy’s pitch was an octave higher than usual. Jean tried to stand up again but his skates kept slipping, he couldn’t find his balance. Jeremy was turning more and more red and Jean was starting to panic. He knew this wouldn’t be a good idea, he was just ruining their fun, he would never fit in.

“Need a little hand?” Laila laughed, extending a hand.

Beyond grateful, Jean took Laila’s hand and finally got up. Alvarez pulled a still flustered Jeremy up.

“Um, uh, thanks guys,” Jeremy said, looking at the girls, pointedly not meeting Jean’s gaze. Maybe Jeremy was mad that Jean pinned him down for so long, the ice must had been really cold, and it must had been very embarrassing for him. Jean always fucked up every good thing that came his way.

Jean missed the looks the girls gave Jeremy, then the girls slid away and it was just the two of them.

“I’m sorry, I knew this would be a bad idea.” Jean said, he couldn’t look Jeremy, couldn’t face the disappointment on his face.

“No, no Jean it’s alright, really, who doesn’t fall a bit when they first start skating?” Jeremy smiled, a faint blush still dusted on his cheeks.

Jean said nothing, he couldn’t understand how a person could be so understanding, so forgiving, so patient.

Jeremy took Jean’s hands, “Hey Jean, look at me, don’t look at your feet, just look straight forward, first start marching,” Jean followed his instructions, looking at Jeremy’s face. It was distracting, how did Jean never noticed the faint freckles scattered on his cheeks? Had his eyes always been this green?

“Good, now start marching,” Jean tried, the first few marches, Jean had a death grip on Jeremy’s hands, but he never complained nor showed any signs of pain on his face. “Yes good, yes Jean you are finding your balance.” Jean could now march without holding Jeremy’s hands.

“Now,” Jeremy once again held his hands. “Try sliding, just follow me, don’t look down, just let your feet do whatever you will soon get the hang of it.” Slowly, Jeremy began gliding backwards. At first Jean just kept his feet on the ground, letting Jeremy pulled him. Slowly, with more encouragement, Jean tried gliding like Jeremy was. He nearly stumbled the first time he lifted his feet. But Jeremy caught him in time and righted him.

“Easy, don’t lift too much, keep your eyes on me, you are doing better already Jean, you aren’t shaking as much!” Jeremy smiled, slowly gliding and guiding Jean. Jean tried again, slowly, with the pace of a turtle, Jean could slide a bit. Once Jean got the hang of it, he begrudgingly admit that it was fun. Jean still wouldn’t let Jeremy’s hands go, because, it’s safer.

At last, Jean could do one whole round without falling, even though he held one of Jeremy’s hands, he felt accomplished. They stopped for the while, Jeremy grinning toothily at him, a small smile couldn’t help but make its way onto Jean’s face.

“Ooo look above you guys,” Alvarez called out, suddenly besides them. Jeremy looked up and started blushing again. Jean looked up, and there was a mistletoe just hanging above their heads. Jean knew that they had to do something if two people somehow was below them but he had no idea.

“It’s a mistletoe, so what?” Jean frowned.

Alvarez smiled dropped slightly, remembering what Jean went through, “Well if two people happen to be under it at the same time, they have to kiss!” She said gleefully. No wonder Jeremy was blushing.

“Alvarez,” Jeremy hissed at Alvarez, then he looked back at Jean, not meeting his eyes, “you don’t have to do it Jean, it’s just some stupid tradition.”

Jean had no idea what possessed him but he said, “Well, you are the one who wanted me to participate in all the traditions right?” And Jean leaned down to kiss Jeremy’s cheek softly.

#jeremy almost fainted right there but acted as if his heart wasn’t beating out of his chest #Alvarez and Laila were cheering and so happy and yeah jeremy wanted to kill them but holy fuck Jean’s lips are so soft #Jean had no idea what he did but jeremy couldn’t stop blushing the entire way back to their dorms #Hmnn maybe once they were back Jeremy gathered all his courage and got a small mistletoe and held it above their head and said #“well now maybe you should really kiss me like Jeremy aren’t about to have a cardiac arrest right there #Jean didn’t know why but then he really really wants to kiss jeremy for real so he just leaned down and their lips meet halfway and yeah #idk bro I just miss jerejean fuck I love them that stupid comic made me read so much jerejean fanfic like they just brought me back to my #jerejean obsession #i will die for jerejean #jerejean appreciation week 2021 #aftg #all for the game #Jean Moreau #jeremy knox #jean x jeremy #jeremy x jean #jerejean #jerejean+appreciation+week #jerejean+appreciation+week+2021 #aftg headcanon #aftg fanfiction #aftg fandom #aftg fanfic #aftg fanart #aftg fic #aftg hc #tfc fanfiction #tfc fanfic #the foxhole court

[stereksummerexchange]

College Activities

@assisreal | AO3 - I really enjoyed writing this for you. I hope you like it.

by @miserylovestheinternet

Scott convinces Stiles to join the USC lacrosse team and it turns out that university lacrosse has some perks.

Stiles collapsed to the ground as he finished running his last lap. He heard laughing and squinted up at the boy standing above him.

“I cannot believe I let you convince me to do this again.” Stiles groaned. Scott the bastard just laughed harder. After high school they both got into USC and when they found out that being in different dorms and having completely different majors meant that they hardly ever saw each other Scott insisted they join the lacrosse team.

The trojans were unlike the BHHS team in about every way. No Jackson was a bonus but the main thing was that they were all just so nice. Stiles immediately felt comfortable around them a feat he never quite accomplished with his old team.

“You wouldn’t be here, willingly taking time out of studying to run around on a lacrosse field, if you didn’t love it too.” Scott admonished. It was nice to be on the field again, plus it didn’t hurt that he was actually fit now and wasn’t completely terrible. But he was never going to tell Scott that.

“See that’s where you’re wrong Scotty. I’m here for you not lacrosse.” Stiles said as he reached out a hand for Scott to help pull him up. It wasn’t until he was standing up that Stiles noticed one of the senior team members staring at them and because it was Stiles the guy that looked like he was trying to kill them with his eyebrows just happened to be the guy he had a huge crush on, Derek Hale.

“Awww you loooove me.” Scott mocked snapping Stiles’ attention away from Derek and back to his best friend.

“And I regret that fact everyday.” Stiles teased back catching Scott in headlock to give him a noogie. Scott shoved him off and they made their way back to the locker room with the rest of the team.

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Stiles ran into Derek the next day on his way to class like literally ran into him. He was running late and they were meeting the new TA today so he couldn’t be late. He rounded a corner immediately got crushed into the hardest chest he’s ever felt, not that he’s felt a lot of chests.

“Oh man. I am so sorry.” Stiles said as he bent down to pick up the papers the guy had been holding.

“Please tell me you’re not going to be that uncoordinated on our game next week.” The man said and that was a weird thing to say. That is until Stiles looked up into Derek’s icy glare. Stiles swallowed hard as he handed Derek his stack of papers.

“Um no if course not. I mean I probably won’t have to play.” Stiles was a freshman recruit after all. He wasn’t the worst but there were a lot of better players than him like Derek, who was one of the best players on the team.

Judging by the intensity of Derek’s eyebrows that wasn’t the right thing to say. “You’ll play. Jeremy likes to give everyone a shot in a real game.” Derek told him. Jeremy was the trojans team captain and he did have a it’s more important to have fun than win energy to him.

“Right okay then I promise I won’t let you down?” Stiles cringed slightly, he hadn’t intended for that to be a question. God he was pathetic. Derek just nodded and walked away. The worst part of the whole conversation is that all it did was give Stiles first hand experience to how it felt to be pressed up against Derek.

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Derek was right at their next game Jeremy had played all the freshman players including himself. It was all going okay until Alvares, under orders from Jeremy no doubt, passed him the ball and Stiles froze.

There was no one near him to pass to and two big ass Penn State players were rushing towards him. Stiles closed his eyes and prayed for a swift death. He heard a loud crash and opened his eyes to see Derek had tackled them both to the ground and was looking at him furiously.

“Run you idiot!” Derek yelled at him. Stiles should just pass Derek the ball and let him deal with it. That’s what he would have done in high school. But for some reason he turned toward the Penn State goal and ran as fast as he could, ducking and dodging as he went.

He couldn’t hear anything over the blood rushing through his ears. When he got close to the goal he closed his eyes and pulled back his crosse then whipped the ball at the net. He heard cheering but was too afraid to open his eyes. He either just did the impossible or just did something impossibly terrible.

Someone grabbed him from behind and it wasn’t until he heard Scott’s voice that he realized it was a hug. “That was amazing man!” Scott screamed in his ear.

“Get a room you two! We have a game to play!” Alvares called to them. Scott dropped Stiles who promptly stumbled before gaining his footing. He looked over at Alvarez, who had a huge smile on her face and was giving him two thumbs up. “Way to go Stilinski!”

Stiles was riding high until he turned around and saw Derek giving him a full eyebrow glare. His crush on Derek might be at least manageable if Derek didn’t so obviously hate him. He had no idea what he did to the guy but apparently not even scoring a goal could diffuse Derek’s hate.

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Stiles wasn’t really feeling like going out to celebrate their win against Penn State but the rest of the team insisted and when Jeremy whipped out puppy dog eyes that rivaled Scott’s he caved.

They chose a club downtown and all filed into four cars each driven by a DD. The club was huge inside with lots of neon lights. The group split up as soon as they got inside. Stiles ended up in a booth with Alvarez and Laila Dermott, the team’s goalie.

“Why are you so glum? You scored tonight you should be celebrating.” Laila asked him.

“Wha? No I’m totally happy. See?” Stiles pointed a horribly fake smile Laila’s way. The girls both laughed at his antics and Stiles was actually, maybe, sort of having fun until the sound of a deep laugh caught his attention.

It was Derek, of course it was. He and Jeremy were sitting at the bar and Derek was laughing at something Jeremy had said. Stiles couldn’t take his eyes of the sight. Derek was gorgeous when he was glaring at Stiles but he was absolutely breath taking when he was smiling. It was a huge full belly laugh and it completely lit up his face. Stiles was having a hard time reconciling the Derek he knew with a Derek that had apparently laughed so much he has laugh lines.

“I think Stiles here has a different kind of scoring on his mind tonight babe.” Stiles could hear Alvarez talking from the other side of Laila but he couldn’t take his eyes off Derek. This may be the only time he would ever get to see Derek smile and he wasn’t going to miss a second of it so he just flipped her off instead.

“Al!” Laila admonished her girlfriend.

“Don’t Al me. Look at him.”

“Stiles why don’t you just go talk to him?” Laila asked.

“Because he hates me and I’m not a masochist.” Stiles replied. The sound of Alvarez choking on her drink drew Stiles’ attention away from Derek. ��What?” Alvarez covered her mouth to hide her laughter and Laila just looked like she felt bad for Stiles.

“Go talk to him Stiles.” Laila told him.

“No way.” Stiles crossed his arms over his chest like a petulant child being told to make friends on the playground.

“Yes it’s an order. Go now! And tell Jer we need to talk to him.” Alvarez demanded when she finally got her laughter under control. Stiles wanted to argue but the stern looks he was getting told him that if he valued his life he’d do as he was told. Some days it was like Lydia never moved to Boston.

“Fine. But if he kills me you’re explaining it to my dad.” Stiles slid out of the booth and made his way over to the bar. When he finally managed to maneuver through the growing crowd both older boys turned to look at him, Jeremy with a big toothy smile and Derek with another penetrating glare. Stiles swallowed and turned to Jeremy. “Hey Al and Laila want to talk to you about something.”

“And they sent our new MVP to deliver the message?” Jeremy asked with a laugh.

“Oh thanks but I only scored once and lots of other people played way better than me.” Stiles bowed his head and scratched the back of his neck. Compliments were still new to him. Jeremy had noticed on day one that Stiles wasn’t used to people telling him he did something right so now he found a way to slip one in every time they talked.

“Nonsense you were great.” Jeremy told Stiles. He slipped of his stool and clasped a hand on Stiles’ shoulder squeezing gently until Stiles looked up at him.

“Thanks.” Stiles said. Jeremy satisfied that Stiles accepted his compliment went off in search of the girls.

Stiles didn’t know what to do. Should he take Jeremy’s seat or would Derek be upset that Stiles was sitting with him? In the end he couldn’t decide on way or the other so he just stood there awkwardly not looking at Derek.

“Jeremy’s right. Don’t be so hard on yourself.” Derek said. Stiles had to discreetly pinch his thigh to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. Derek Hale had not only just spoken to him civilly but had also sort of complimented him.

“I think that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.” Stiles said still a little stunned.

“Well it was just a fact so.” Derek took a long pull from his beer.

“Right.” Stiles nodded. Not really knowing what to say to that.

“Just I wasn’t...you know. I know you’re with Scott.” Derek said cheeks turning red.

“What?!” Stiles shrieked earning a few looks from the other people at the bar. “I’m not dating Scott. We are so not dating.”

“But you’re always together and all over each other. You’re always touching each other.” Derek said his eyebrows furrowed in something other than anger.

“Well yeah. We’re best friends and practically brothers. I’m bi but not Scott, never Scott.” Stiles said.

“Oh.” Derek said more quietly than Stiles had ever heard him speak before.

“Wait why would you care if I was dating Scott? You hate me.” Stiles told him. The only thing he’s more sure of than not having a thing for Scott is that Derek hates his guts.

“I don’t hate you.” Derek said eyes wide in disbelief.

“Yes you do. You’re always looking at me like you’re plotting my death and whenever I walk into a room you stop talking.” Stiles assured.

“That’s because I didn’t want you to know I liked you because you’re dating Scott.”

“I am not dating Scott!” Stiles yelled probably louder than needed but this was getting ridiculous.

“Okay.” Derek said into his drink.

“Good.” Stiles now had a minute to calm down and he realized something he missed the first time around. “You like me?”

“Yeah I um think you’re really hot and smart and funny.” Stiles had to pinch himself again. How could this be happening? It didn’t matter because the next minute they were kissing. Derek’s lips were on his and he was in cloud nine. The kiss was firm like they were both trying to reassure themselves that it was really happening.

“Okay that’s it we’re dancing right now.” Stiles said as they pulled away but keeping his hands on Derek’s hips so he didn’t get too far away.

Derek leaned in to nuzzle at his neck. Stiles leaned his head back to bare his neck to the man sitting in front of him. Derek nipped lightly before moving up to his ear. “Or we could go to my place?” Derek’s breath ghosted over Stiles ear and neck sending a shudder through his whole body that his dick was definitely on board with.

“That is such a good idea.” Stiles said pulling Derek up by his hair to kiss him again. This time the kiss was wet and sloppy. Stiles moaned as Derek licked into his mouth. “Let’s go right now.” Stiles said into Derek’s mouth not wanted to break contact with him.

“You have to stop kissing me first.” Derek said back.

“Tough bargain.” Derek smiled as he kissed Stiles and feeling that smile against his skin was a thousand times better than looking at it.

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The next morning Stiles woke up in Derek’s bed with Derek’s arms wrapped around him and it was the happiest Stiles had been in a long time. He was just about to drift back to sleep when he heard his phone buzz on the floor next to the bed. Thankfully Derek’s bed was low enough to the ground that Stiles didn’t have to leave the warmth of Derek’s body pressed against his back to retrieve it.

From: Alvarez

Congrats on your second score of the season ;)

#stereksummerexchange17 #sse17 #sterek #submission #fic

[ravenvsfox]

Can you do a post about lalia and alverez eventhough there's not enough info about them X.

I can sure try!! (I went and reread their one scene lmao so I’m making a lot of inferences)

SEND ME A SHIP AND I’LL TELL YOU…

who is more likely to hurt the other?

from what I can see alvarez is a fiery lil son of a bitch but she’s mostly harmlessly teasing, while Laila is a little softer spoken but equally jokey like I think their relationship is an uncomplicated two way street considering they were laughing and holding each other up after the game from hell

so like.... if I had to choose I’d say Laila is too deadpan or unresponsive and it hurts Alvarez’s feelings lowkey

who is emotionally stronger?

I think Laila probs bc she’s holding up when she’s being record-breakingly destroyed in goal, whereas alvarez is dramatically collapsing on the floor like.... I think it’s 90% bravado and the rest of her is all soft

who is physically stronger?

GREAT question I think alvarez has thick legs bc she’s a backliner and she’s built that way (she’s also teeny tiny fight me on this), but Laila is probably toned as fuck in the arms from goal-keeping so like. Alvarez could outrun you and probably beat you up out of spite and Laila has like..... 2% endurance like she could beat you up but probably won’t

who is more likely to break a bone? 

I think alvarez has less regard for her own wellbeing and she really really tries to protect the goal (and her baby) so I think she’ll get roughed up by strikers here and there. Goalkeepers are a lil more untouchable, and I think in day to day life Laila is less likely to start shit (but she’ll finish it boyyyy)

who knows best what to say to upset the other? 

Like definitely Laila, the same laila who called her gf fat after they ran their first full game wtF like Alvarez rarely takes it as a real insult but Laila could stop pulling emotional punches and really do damage

who is most likely to apologize first after an argument? 

again.... alvarez is so gD dramatic catch her staring moodily into the middle distance like ‘my wife has drifted away from me.. a tumultuous sea floods the landscape of our love .... my heart it shakes.. god.... death has me grasped in its lily-white hands’

and laila’s across the room like ‘BABE my phone died im sorry I didn’t text you good morning but we were in the same bed’

like alvarez WILL apologize but she’d rather wait.. and be showered in praise....

who treats who’s wounds more often? 

you’d think laila would treat alvarez’s bc i’ve already identified her as disaster-prone but actually avarez likes to dole out comfort as much as she likes to receive it so she’s in there buying out the pharmacy when Laila is sick, buying bandages that are way too heavy duty for accidental cooking-related injuries. A firm believer in kissing it better

who is in constant need of comfort? 

like. idk their backstories but just based on alvarez’s chipper demeanour there’s like........... gotta be something under there..... she’s too happy to not be actually sad..... I think she’s an attention seeker and a showman and her confidence is actually tissue paper, and I think Laila needs to constantly make sure she’s okay or alvarez deflates

who gets more jealous? 

Alvarez is hot and her backliner buddy is def in love with her and Laila sometimes hates being confined to goal :)))))

Alvarez pretends she’s jealous a lot for the #drams but she knows Laila better than to think she’d do anything (Laila technically knows too, but she can’t stop the feelings other ppl get when they talk to alvarez and those feelings are always impressed and delighted and at least 60% in love)

who’s most likely to walk out on the other? 

did you know that no one at USC is physically capable of separating?? yeah pretty neat

who will propose? 

mmmmmm you’d think alvarez bc the world is a stage but she really deeply wants the satisfaction of being loved enough to publicly be professed to honestly. Plus she knows laila can do it and she’s waiting for her frowny indulgent gf to consult Jeremy for romance tips

who has the most difficult parents?

there’s.... literally no way of knowing....... idek alvarez’s first name.......

lets say Laila arbitrarily next

who initiates hand-holding when they’re out in public? 

ALVAREZ wholeheartedly she’s so so affectionate

who comes up for the other all the time? 

They’re honestly always gushing about each other it’s impossible to say

who hogs the blankets? 

Tricky but I think Alvarez?? She sleeps hard and long and wakes up at noon wrapped head to fucking foot in comforter and sheets and pillow cases? somehow?? Laila is an early riser and a light sleeper so she has to cling to Alvarez to make her stop moving so she can get some fuCKING SLEEP

who gets more sad? 

idk bro.... idk if you can be sad when you’re near Jeremy Knox..... idk

who is better at cheering the other up? 

If Alvarez is great at taking care of Laila, Laila is great at being there for alvarez like she’s just present and solid and sweet and she hooks her chin onto alvarez’s shoulder until she stops crying, and rubs her back and calls her affectionate names

who’s the one that playfully slaps the other all the time after they make silly jokes?

this is like canon alvarez slaps laila and laila rolls her eyes they tease each other! so much! 

who is more streetwise?

maybe laila?? I feel like she’s a little rougher around the edges. She probably killed a man to get onto the team

who is more wise?

uhhhh also Laila bc she’s school smart and street smart but not quite as much people smart?? she’s friendly but she can’t pull the attention of a room like Alvarez can

who’s the shyest? 

JOKE it’s laila no fucking contest bc alvarez is the loudest-mouthed human

who boasts about the other more? 

alvarez is always like ‘i’m married to the best goalkeeper in the south’ and laila has to be like ‘we’re not married’ and neil bursts in panting to tell them that andrew is the best goalkeeper in the south :/ actually ://

who sits on who’s lap? 

very alvarez, she makes Laila carry her and be her pillow when they’re travelling and she splays across her when they’re at home and honestly moulds her limbs into whatever shape is most convenient for her

#bullshitting my way through your rare pairs heyoooo #laila x alvarez #aftg #the foxhole court #tfc hc #ask meme #long post #Anonymous #ask