#♡ move it football head! 「 in character 」

[shitsndgiggs]

Marc guiu and the reader exploring London☺️

HOME IS WITH YOU - MARC GUIU

Exploring London with Marc

Marc Guiu x fem! reader

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The sun was shining brightly over London, casting a golden glow on the city. Marc and I had been looking forward to this day for weeks.

It was rare for him to get a full day off from his training with Chelsea, and we had decided to spend it exploring our new home.

“¡Mira, cariño!” Marc pointed excitedly as we emerged from the underground station.

The towering presence of Big Ben greeted us, its iconic clock face gleaming in the sunlight.

“It’s even more impressive in person,” I said, slipping my hand into his. “Where to first?”

Marc grinned, his eyes sparkling with excitement. “Let’s walk along the Thames. We can see the London Eye and maybe take a boat tour.”

As we strolled along the river, the city’s energy surrounded us. Street performers played music, and artists showcased their work.

Marc stopped to watch a group of dancers, his competitive spirit lighting up his face.

“Think you can dance better than them, futbolista?” I teased.

He laughed, shaking his head. “I think I’ll stick to football. But maybe you can show me some moves later, mi amor.”

We continued our walk, eventually reaching the London Eye. Marc’s eyes widened as he looked up at the massive Ferris wheel. “Do you want to go up? The view must be incredible from the top.”

I nodded eagerly. “Definitely. Let’s do it.”

As the capsule slowly ascended, the city unfolded beneath us, a patchwork of historic buildings and modern architecture.

Marc wrapped his arm around my shoulders, pulling me close.

“Look over there,” he said, pointing to the distant silhouette of Tower Bridge. “It’s like something out of a storybook.”

“It’s beautiful,” I agreed, leaning into him. “Thank you for today, Marc. It’s perfect.”

He kissed the top of my head. “Anything for you, princesa.”

After the ride, we wandered through the streets, exploring little shops. We came across a charming bookshop, and Marc insisted we go inside.

As we browsed the shelves, Marc picked up a book and began reading the blurb out loud, his spanish accent thick. “This book is about... how do you say... a detective?”

I giggled, nudging him playfully. “Your accent is so cute when you speak English.”

He raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in his eye. “Oh, really? And yours is much better, is it?”

I laughed, trying to sound offended. “Of course it is! I have the perfect British accent.”

Marc chuckled, shaking his head. “Let’s hear it, then.”

Clearing my throat dramatically, I put on my best British accent. “Good day, sir. Would you care for some tea and crumpets?”

Marc burst out laughing, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “That’s terrible! You sound like a bad movie character.”

I pouted, crossing my arms. “Fine, but at least I’m trying.”

He grinned, leaning in to kiss my cheek. “And I love you for it. Even if your accent is terrible.”

We spent the rest of the day exploring the city, visiting museums, parks, and more iconic landmarks.

As the sun began to set, casting a warm glow over the city, we made our way to the last stop of our day—Tower Bridge.

Standing hand in hand, we watched as the lights flickered on, illuminating the bridge in a soft, golden light.

“It’s magical,” I whispered, leaning my head on his shoulder.

Marc nodded, his gaze fixed on the shimmering water below. “It really is. I’m so glad we moved here, even if it’s just for a while. Exploring London with you has made it feel like home.”

I turned to look at him, my heart swelling with love. “Home is wherever we are together.”

He smiled, leaning down to kiss me softly. “Te quiero, mi vida.”

“Te quiero más,” I replied, my voice full of affection.

[tiyoin]

✧ : *🦢 you’re joking,right? pt 2 ･ﾟ:*

synopsis ───◌ in which the blue lock guys come crawling back years later,

characters ┈┈◌ nagi seishiro /reo mikage ♡ isagi yoichi

cw ──♡⃝ cursing, implied potential reo/nagi/reader, reo being magi’s bitch wingman, Reo is my bisexual queen, isagi the number rizzler, isagi is lowkey manipulative -> take that how you want. isagi has a gvn ⁉️⁉️

𝐍𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐒𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨 + 𝐫𝐞𝐨 𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐠𝐞??

“For the last time no Reo. Please stop calling me, I have no interest in meeting with you or Nagi, bye”

You sighed, hanging up and immediately blocking the new number. Again.

This was the third time this week the duo had tried to get in touch with you, yet every time you’d give them the same practiced speech, throwing in a few new comments or curses until you hung up and blocked them.

It was becoming routine at this point. Wake up to whatever social media they breached this time, block them, get a text, block them, get a few calls, actually answer one, then block again.

Unfortunately, they went a little off script today and instead of the usual empty words and well wishes, Reo had asked you to meet them today, at the old cafe you and Nagi would frequent. (Reo included because they were a package deal, up to the point you thought you had two boyfriends instead of one).

You rolled over in bed burying your face into one of your cheap pillows. Letting out a sigh of contentment, you nuzzled into it. Until the familiar buzz of your phone snapped you up and out of your bed.

‘2:30. Please show!’

You didn’t know whether you should dress up or dress down. On one hand, you were meeting with very famous football players in a very public setting. On the other hand, you were meeting with Seishro Nagi and Reo Mikage. Your ex-boyfriend and his goonie.

So there you were, sitting at an outside table, drumming your fingers aimlessly. They’re late per usual. By 5 minutes, but with Nagi those five minutes turn to 10, then to 15 until he finally arrives 30 minutes later with a practiced apology

Cocking your head back, you spotted the two men dressed in street clothes. Nagi was tall back then, but somehow his shadow seemed to take up much more space as it loomed over you. And whatever space he couldn't take up, Reo filled becoming a brick wall.

“Sorry, we’re late! We got caught up by some fans”

Likely to prove a point, Reo tilted his sunglasses while Nagi pulled down his hat.

You waved them off, forcing yourself back into your comfortable position as the two sat down in front of you. You were about to speak, but Reo beat you to it. “You have no idea how thankful we- Nagi is to have you show up. Truly”

You hummed, nodding slowly as you eyed the white-haired giant tapping away on his phone. “Ha. I bet he is.” Reo looked to Nagi and sighed.

Pushing out of your chair, you looked down at Reo and the gamer. “This is a waste of time. He hasn't even greeted me, let alone paid attention. Good day”

You mentally patted yourself on the back for getting out before it even began. This had to be some kind of world record right? You bet it wasn't even a minute!

Hearing Reo stutter out excuses for Nagi wasn’t uncommon, but you ignored them this time and were about to walk away from the two leeches when a grip on your wrist stopped you. The grip was like a snake; a boa constrictor as it wrapped around your wrist and stayed there, waiting for your next move. But there would be no next move. Since as much as it’s tight it was big, the hand enveloping your entire wrist with ease, readying itself to gobble you up.

A foolish part of you thought- hoped it was Reo who stopped you. But a peek at the white, creamy hand revealed the truth as you heard a distant ‘GAME OVER!’ It was silent besides the muted electronic music. No one moved, and no one spoke. It was a stalemate.

“It’s rude it ignore people” You popped a vein as Nagi’s bored voice broke the silence. “We aren’t done here” tugging you lightly, you sat back down in your chair, and only then were you released from his iron-clad grip. His shimmering winter eyes held a dangerous glint to them, almost like they were warning you to try that again.

“Hypocrite.” You sneered

Nagi shrugged “I had to finish that match”

Scoffing you crossed your arms “Still second to your fucking games huh?”

“Not at all! I told him he could finish his level in the car- took longer than usual so that’s my fault, sorry y/n!” Reo smiled, rubbing his neck as your eyes narrowed.

Right, and your skin turned to white paint and your eye bags turned to red triangles as your nose became a big red ball, making you boo boo the fool.

“This conversation is important to me. I didn’t want to have any distractions”

“Whatever, fine, I don’t care- why did you ask for me?” You snipped. You wanted to get this over and done with as soon as possible, and these two boozoos seemed completely oblivious to your shaking leg and drumming hands. Too engaged in a silent conversation. They both looked back at you, finally letting you in on their secrets.

“No”

“You don’t even know what we were going to say”

“Your disposition said it all and as flattered as I am that you’re crawling back years after you broke up with me” You pointed to Nagi “And you ghosted me” You pointed to Reo. “I’ve come to terms with my best friend and boyfriend dumping me off the side of a highway. And I’ve healed from it- found new people to call my own” You looked around, unable to keep contact with their hardening stares. “So I'll save you the trouble and cut this thing short”

“You have another boyfriend,” Nagi asked, it coming out more as a statement than a question.

You mentally smacked yourself. Forgetting how he was the silently jealous type.

“That’s not the point Nagi, the point is-“

“Do you have another boyfriend.”

“Ughh no Nagi I don't, there happy?”

“Yes” And you could tell that he was too. If you were animated you bet your face would become red and steam would blow out of your ears.

“Perfect. I want to get back together with you.”

“No”

“But I can finally provide for you. You don’t have to work a day in your life now, just like you wanted”

…Huh

You stared at him, mouth hung open as you stayed silent.

Reo took advantage of that “It was all for you ya’ know, all the long training, over-seas games, press meetings- were all to create a stable image of himself so you both wouldn’t have to work 9-to-5s, so you don’t have to worry about rent, groceries, utility bills, and all the sorts. So you could be spoiled with life's greatest luxuries like we think you should!"

'We?' You'll have to ask about... that later.

“Yet here I am” You paused “Plus he called me a boring burden when he broke up with me so I think it's more for him than me”

They both stayed quiet. Reo’s jaw clenched ever so slightly as he glared at Nagi. Though Nagi was too preoccupied with staring through your very soul.

“Because I know how much you love me, and you would’ve smothered me with it, not letting me focus on my soccer. So I had to break up with you,

for the greater good.”

“For the greater good?”

You chuckled. “I would’ve given you space if you had just told me. Instead, I got a boot to the ass and a ‘bon voyage bitch!’. And besides, if it was just that Reo would have told me to back off, and you know I’m right”

“Well, in your absence he- we realized how much we missed you, your presence, your aura. So we’re here to ask forgiveness and-“

“Cut the shit Reo” You rolled your eyes “How do I know you won’t slap me with the ‘boring’ comment again? That you won’t somehow keep me in your debt til the day I die”

They looked at each other, both finally taking off their hats and glasses before they looked at you again.

“You have our full promise that that will never happen again”

“Good”

You shifted in your sit, eyeing the growing smiles and relaxed brows. You saw a glimpse of hope cross their features like the sun peeking out through cumulonimbus clouds. You got up out of your chair, with an equally light smile.

Ripping them out of their fantasies, their eyes stuck to you as the chair screeched bloody murder.

“Then prove it”

And with that, you walked away.

⊹ ︶︶︶⠀୨ bonus ୧⠀︶︶︶ ⊹

Reo sighed in frustration. Furrowing his head in his hands as he stared at nagi. “You really had to call them a ‘boring burden.’ Really Nagi?”

Nagi shrugged “They were though, also smother’n me ‘n shit.”

“Yet you turned out to be the real burden when you started mopping about them months after the split.” Reo laughed “How ironic”

Nagi shrugged “I guess I missed them”

“A lot” Reo chimed in, Nagi’s ears started turning red as a signature ‘x’ came across his face.

“If you wanna get them back you’re gonna have to be vulnerable, you're lucky they even agreed (if you could call it that) to give you a slight chance. Better not blow it for the both of us.”

Nagi ignored the rest of Reo’s plan.

Flowers? Chocolates? Big gestures? Blocked out. It was like tunnel vision, bringing him back to the day he broke up with you. Your retreating figure was the only thing he could focus on as a swell of frustration bubbled up in his gut. It was a familiar bubbling feeling he didn’t like.

“Nagi?”

At that moment he vowed to never feel that way again.

𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐘𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢

Well, this was awkward.

What were the odds that you would see your ex-boyfriend and number-one striker in the world, at a company Christmas party. Your, company Christmas party.

It was especially awkward because he doesn’t work here, let alone live in Japan.

He was standing right in front of you, a wobbly smile on his face and a hand rubbing the nape of his neck.

Spinning around to giggled whispers, you were met with your friends staring at you two. Meeting your gaze they dispersed like pigeons.

“Y/n, you alright?”

You turned back to Isagi with a strained smile. “Never better”

You knew he could feel the eyes and hear the whispers around that surrounded you both. The loudest ones were your own: ‘what is Isagi Yoichi doing at the Christmas party? ‘Isn’t he supposed to be in Germany?’ And most important;y- “why”

“Let’s talk outside, yeah?” He whispered, you nodded hesitantly, narrowing your eyes as he smiled. “If you’re thinking I have a knife in my back pocket, I don’t” Your nerves eased a bit.

“I have a gun”

“Isagi!” You heard him chuckle as he put his hand on the small of your waist. Flinching out of his grip, you whipped your head to face him, he was thinking, concentrating. From the scrunch of his nose to the light mumbles that tumbled out of his mouth-

“You better not be trying to meta read me Isagi”

His head snapped up towards yours. His face said it all, you swore the word ‘GUILTY’ was stamped in big bold letters on his forehead.

The walk outside wasn’t as painful as it was quiet. Every time Isagi would try to walk by your side you would slow down, once he slowed down you would speed up. There were sometimes when he would match your abrupt stop perfectly- who were you kidding? After the first 4 times, he kept perfect pace with you.

It had turned into a game. You didn’t even think about how childish this looks, two grown adults playing a game of red light green light, with beaming smiles and choked-out giggles

You were too involved with the game to feel Isagai’s gaze. And he was too focused on your laugh to notice your wondering eyes. Again, you didn’t know who you were kidding as you knew he knew you thought he looked good in that suit. Muscles expand and contract with each step.

Woo wee.

You swore he started flexing on purpose- the smirk he gave you once you caught his gaze made it all too prevalent. the cheeky bastard.

Clearing your throat as Isagi opened the door for you, you thanked him quietly as you felt a gust of cold air hit your face. You gasped at the feeling of Jack Frost’s mischief.

Or more like allegiance “Here, take my coat” “No thanks, it probably costs more than my rent and I wouldn’t want to ruin it” You both knew you were right.

“Please, you're shivering”

“Isagi it’s okay, really"

You didn’t know why you thought that was going to work, as being in a past relationship with Mr.World Wide you should have been more familiar with how stubborn Isagi could be. Once he had a goal in mind, he would do anything in his power to achieve said goal.

Your smile faltered, and you took the coat. Isagi smiled at your defeat.

You were outside the hotel your company rented, it was a Victorian with a modern spin on it. It was beautifully illuminated by fairy lights and decorated with expensive shrubs ‘that's where my bonus went’ you huffed. Ignoring this, you went back to the reason you weren’t inside.

“Why are you here Isagi” You could see his mood dampen, his shoulders slouched and his smile sadden. His eyes met yours, and yet there was a spark in them. You weren’t sure if it was from the determination or the dangling lights.

“I missed you”

You felt a switch flip in you.

“Isagi”

“I know I know, why would you give me another chance after what happened? I know that you’re angry and hurt and I’m sorry… For what happened.”

He looked around the barren street. The muted bass of the party upstairs does little to help the atmosphere.

“I was wrong” He breathed out, and you swore you could see his chest deflate like a balloon.

“Everything I said that night was wrong. Everything I said that night was unacceptable and I wish every day- for the past 2 years that I’d never done it. That I’d just talked with you about how I was feeling, about what was going on in my head.”

He looked up, and like a cue, you felt something on the tip of your nose. It was cold for a moment until it disappeared.

‘Oh you have to be kidding me’, you thought. All December it was cold yet barren. But tonight, this night just happened to conveniently be the first snowfall. And you knew he planned this shit.

“Isagi” Your voice wavered “It means a lot to me that you’re apologizing, believe me,” You fixed the jacket over yourself “But it’s been 2 years… Sod why now? Why disrupt my life now? Why not a year ago? Why now” Your throat felt hoarse like you had just screamed hours ago and were finally trying to talk. It came out scratchy and painfully, giving away all your secrets.

“I want to be honest with you y/n… Because you deserve that much”

Yours cleared your throat “Damn right I do”

“I thought I could do it without you.” Ouch. “I thought I’d be okay without you, that I just needed soccer and my own ego…” He laughed bitterly, looking up at the snow-infested sky. “But I was wrong”

You huffed, patting the snow off your hair. “Let me guess, you want me back?” He nodded meekly.

You nodded thoughtfully, hand rubbing your chin as he kept looking at the night sky until he finally met your eyes.

“You want someone to warm your bed, right? Well, if that’s the case my friend upstairs really likes y-“

“Wait wait wait- no! I don’t want a bed warmer- I want you back!” Either from the lack of a jacket or from the implications of what that meant, Isagi’s face was scarlet as he animatedly denied the statement.

He was too cute for his own good.

“Awfully vain of you Mr.World Wide”

“I- Didn’t I tell you to stop calling me that?”

You shrugged “Didn’t I tell you not to contact me again? Guess we both can’t listen”

It felt nice to share a laugh with Isagi again because god you've missed the way his eyes and nose crinkled, how he threw his head back and let out a boisterous, yet melodic laugh. Though this laugh was more mellow than the ones you remember, this would do….

“Can I ask you something?” He hummed in acknowledgment.

“Why now”

“I already answered that”

“Not exactly… You told me how you were wrong, how you were sorry, how you regretted what you did… but judging from how you worded it, you’ve had these thoughts, these regrets for a while. So why now, today of all days during my companies Christmas part would you show up asking for forgiveness?”

You love him. You’ll always love him. No matter how many days s or years go by you'll love him. But… you can’t, won't. Not again. You won't let him charm you with his fancy jacket, sweet words, or charming smile. You already did once, but you won’t let it happen again.

You can’t.

He stepped closer.

You won’t.

His hand reached out towards you, eyes flickering between you and him. You nodded hesitantly.

“Because I was afraid”

“Bullshit”

“Maybe, maybe not” His hand caressed your cheek. “But all I know this; that I can do better, be better. I've evolved, and grown up all without you so I can treat you like a god, I'll build Olympus with my bare hands if you'd let me.”

He popped your bubble. He cracked the glass house you build. He was trying to replace the ghost he left.

It took everything in you to gently grab his hand and bring it back to his side. Staring up into those big beautiful eyes, it took you all your power to smile instead of swoon. “Only if you prove it to me” As quick as lighting, you stood up on your tippy toes and planted a warm, soft kiss on his cheek, before retreating inside to rejoin the party.

Chuckling softly, he traced the lingering warmth on his cheek. His phone exploded in a series of buzzes in his pocket. And upon checking it he saw his numerous friends sending him either thumbs-ups or some kind of celebratory text/ emoji.

He looked back towards the door with a smirk “Just wait y/n, I’ll show you how much you mean to me. And I’ll never let you go.”

woah isagi… chill😬

[franklycharmed]

TASK: HOW DOES YOUR CHARACTER REACT TO LEARNING OF RICHARD’S PASSING?

FRIDAY NIGHT | SEPTEMBER 2, 2005 ♡ POOR RICHARD'S | PARMA, OH

There as a cat, Frankie knew, trapped in a box. He was sort of alive but also sort of not, no one was sure which one. He had a German name, or was that his owner?

She picked up her highball glass, the sunset of Long Island iced tea sloshing around in it as her mouth fished for her straw without looking. Her eyes were on the fuzzy TVs over the bar, basketball on one, football on the other, but her sight was miles away, warily taken in a sprawling stone estate.

This cat, S- something, Siegfried she would call him– Frankie pinched a few peanuts from the dusty glass dish on the sticky bar top –he was alive and dead, but not a zombie, and so long as no one opened the box, no one had to deal with this sad, dead cat.

Chewing on stale peanuts, she set the glass back down, careful to avoid placing the wet rim on the half-opened envelope waiting expectantly before her. Siegfried was in there.

Several drinks and a shot later, Frankie had her hand underneath a worn Browns t-shirt and her mouth on a man with an awful taste in football teams. She didn't know his name, but strangers were just friends you hadn't gotten a chance to know yet.

He pressed her closer to the wall opposite the bathrooms, crinkling the envelope stuffed into the back pocket of her low-rise jeans. She moved from his mouth to his ear and nibbled on it thoughtfully before pulling away, her gaze settling on his face somewhere close enough to his eyes to count. She was ninety percent sure they were a sexy blue. "But if you don't open it, you won't know if Siegfried is alive."

He blinked, looking not at her eyes, but her chest. Which, totally fair. "What?"

She tilted her head back, her breasts forward. "The German cat," Frankie giggled. "He could be totally alive and have forgiven you." Browns-fan dipped down to kiss at her neck, and she lifted her chin to let him, jostling the brandname beer prints framed on the wall with the back of her head. "Maybe he doesn't want to like, sue you. Maybe he loves you and just wants you to come home. But you have to open the box."

"Uh, yeah, I love cats," her new friend said, and began sucking a hickey onto her collarbone.

Frankie sighed. "Me too."

Red-mouthed with several blossoming bruises along her neck and chest, Frankie stared at her fragmented reflection in the cracked bathroom mirror.

"You can do this."

She could see her lips moving, but she didn't feel the conviction the words were meant to carry. She felt tired and anxious, like crashing down from a high. She looked down at the stained, crumpled envelope in her white-knuckled grip. She tapped at it with a chipped acrylic nail.

"It's won't be that bad. It'll be really good actually!"

God, she was going to barf.

Oh. No. Seriously.

She stumbled into the stall just in time to vomit into a toilet that had seen better days. When you were alone, there was never someone to hold back your hair. Tears sprung up at the edge of her eyes, being sick always made her want to cry.

After heaving twice more, she settled cross-legged on the discolored linoleum. She picked up the envelope and without hesitating, tore open the rest of the seal. The crisp, cream parchment that fell out was heavy in her hands where her head felt light.

It wasn't Richard's handwriting.

She did cry then, a sniffling, brush away snot with the heel of your hand, mascara slowly running affair. She very nearly tossed the letter into the toilet along with her sick, and once she finally read the letter, she desperately wished she had.

Several days, a broken down Honda Accord she never should have bought, a missed ceremony she refused to acknowledge, and misplaced faith and trust in Greyhound Lines, Inc. later, Frankie knew she was somewhere between Syracuse and Bolton. Not in what was now home and not where home used to be.

Eventually, they would reach Bolton. The bus doors would open and she would have to choose one reality or the other. Woodrow House or a bus ride straight back to Ohio. Her last meeting with Richard or–

Frankie's hand, previously twisting a strand of hair round and round her finger, froze, dropped limply into her lap. She leaned her forehead against the cool window; it had rained for the past hour, frosting the glass with condensation. After a moment, she lifted her finger again, idly tracing hearts into the window.

There was a game they would all play on campout nights: Picnic. Richard would always start, "I'm going on a picnic, and I'm bringing..." The rest of the House would have to guess what the secret rule was based on the items he listed.

Frankie turned the rhythm of it over now in her head. She couldn't go exactly where she had planned to go before, that event she couldn't name, because it hadn't happened. Or maybe it had. She hadn't been there, so how could she know?

She taped the box closed.

"I'm going to a reunion," she sing-songed under her breath, "and I'm bringing twenty bucks, a bottle of tequila, and an Ohio driver's license."

[moochipeachey]

Dear Diary,

I’m officially ungrounded!!! So much for being grounded "for life". My dad held strong for a good 3 months before deciding my mom was being a tyrant. But I’m getting ahead of myself. Let me explain. Soooooo I was a little dishonest in my last post. I shared a lot more than just a kiss with Eric. What can I say? Cocktails and hormones. Truthfully, I just needed a distraction & Eric was eager to supply that.

When Eric left the next morning he had the unfortunate pleasure of running into the devil my mother 👿. She ripped me a new one when she came home from church. Lord only knows what she had to say to Eric. "Do you have to sl*t yourself out to every boy that looks in your direction?" Look, I know I had a boy in my room, and, yes he did end up spending the night, and we messed around…Okay this sounds soooo bad when I write it down and actually self reflect. She may have ate that *one* little thing. ANYWAY. Moving on. Since I’ve been set free a lot has happened…

Your girl is officially a Copperdale Womp Womp (please, don’t ask). The girls have been so nice and accommodating, especially with me missing out on crucial team bonding/basic high school socialization. I’ve gotten especially close to this girl named, Noemie.

We legit talk on the phone or face time every night, and no one knows how to find the best pieces at ThrifTea like she does. She’s my sister from another mister. Honestly, if it wasn’t for Noemie, I don’t think I would’ve survived Copperdale. As soon as I made the cheer team Noemie added me to a group chat, #ThotsAndJocks, consisting of mostly cheerleaders and football players w/ a few other people scattered in. She made sure I was still invited to parties, included me in discussions, and put my name out there. Don’t get me wrong everyone else is cool, but Noemie is my person. Well, almost everyone is cool. There’s this boy…

Matthew Felix. The hottest guy in the school. And also the biggest douche in the school. Who just happens to be Eric's best friend. From the moment I stepped foot on campus, he decided that his life's mission was to make mine a living hell.

I have no clue what the Creator was thinking when they decided to put us in homeroom together, but I hope they've been enjoying the show. Everyday I wake up and wonder what issue Matthew will find with me, and trust me when I say it's something new each day. The first time I met him, he thought pulling my chair from under me was a proper introduction. And that I obviously deserved it because "everyone knows he sits next to Eric". As if it wasn't my first week! He's "accidentally" thrown a football at my head during practice on more than one occasion. I get anxious anytime I have to use my locker because I don't know if it's going to be full of packing peanuts, marbles, confetti, you name it. Every time he flashes that stupid f*cking smirk I just want to smack it right off his silly little face. He knows exactly how to push my buttons and I fall for it every time. I know I shouldn't let it get to me but.....

Sometimes, on those ultra rare occasions, he's actually capable of being a decent human being.... And no matter how much he annoys me, I can't deny that there's something about him that draws me in, like this magnetic pull that I can't escape. I wish I could make sense of all these feelings, or at least ignore them altogether, truth be told I know I should stay away from him considering my situationship with Eric. That's easier said than done. Maybe if I stop giving him the satisfaction of knowing he gets under my skin, I'll be taken off his radar. Even though I'll never admit it outside of the confines of this diary ..... I really don't want that to happen. I'm almost late for cheer Until next time diary, XOXO Naomi ♡

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[poetpunch-a]

tag dump, one.

♡   putting the fae in failure. 「 ooc 」 ♡   gimme! gimme! gimme! 「 wishlist 」 ♡   letters from hillwood. 「 answered ooc 」 ♡   letters from hillwood. 「 answered ic 」 ♡   ol’ betsy & the five avengers. 「 memes 」 ♡   we’ll never be royals ; it don’t run in our blood. 「 p 」 ♡   ribbons in her hair & her eyes gleamed mean. 「 sp 」 ♡   move it football head! 「 in character 」

[robinofgothamcity]

♡ lyric inspiration: "I don't have to be hateful, I can just say, "Bless your heart" and even though I don't belong with your high life friends doesn't mean we don't get together and try to make amends."

♡ character: bruce wayne / batman

♡ pronouns used: she / her

♡ note: not checked for grammar or spelling mistakes / i feel like ppl tend to forget how popular bruce wayne is like his status in the comics is comparable to that of the kardashians

"hey you going to the ramblers game tonight?" dick asked. you shook your head no. "i didn't get the wayne enterprise ticket but i'm also backed up on work so i don't think i could even if i wanted too."

dick smacked you in the back of the head.

"ow! that hurt!" you exclaimed. he handed you the ticket, the paper being glossy all over from it being laminated, "aren't you dating my dad? why wouldn't you be going?"

you couldn't help but start laughing at his comment, "watch your words carefully, grayson. i'm just your dads assistant. not only would that look bad on me but him as well. plus, i'm sure that he found some gotham celebrity to take for the night," you added on.

before you or dick could say anything, bruce walked into the office, "wonderful, he gave you a ticket. all of us are to be there at exactly seven pm. dick, did you remind your brothers about the time? we don't have much time left and we still need to pretend that we care about football and get the jersey they provided us from the store."

"i thought i was staying behind?" you asked bruce. he chuckled, not giving you a second look, "where'd you hear that from?" he asked. you remained silent, "exactly. now i'll give everyone's jerseys once we arrive to the suite box. we'll meet you and your brothers there!" bruce pressured dick as he emphasized the time they had to arrive.

you walked behind bruce and into his car, taking in the black rolls royce once again. you sat down a bit awkwardly, not knowing what to say or do. this hadn't been the first time you were alone with bruce but his intimidating presence usually caused you to get uncomfortable for a few minutes until the tension came down.

"so, what is it that you need me to work on while we're there. i brought paperwork but i didn't know exactly what so..." Bruce shook his head, "we're here to have "fun" and you will not be on the clock. this is a family event and we all wanted you there. plus, wayne enterprises needs the publicity after last months incident with my son damian."

you bit back your laugh as you remembered very well the fight damian got into with a waiter at a gala dinner a few weeks ago. you had no idea what the cities professional football team had to do with wayne enterprises but all you could come up with was that maybe bruce was funding to make adjustments to the stadium and he hadn't told you yet.

as soon as you arrived to the stadium, you saw the paparazzi and newspapers already lined up for bruce's arrival. you stared at him, a bit taken back at the fact that the two of you had to walk through that together.

"you don't think they'll say something if we walk in together?" you asked him nervously. he didn't respond as he opened the door and let himself out. you felt an internal panic rising inside of you as he gave you his hand to help you out of the car, "bruce i didn't agree to this!" you screeched quietly.

you took one deep sigh and got out, immediately being flashed by a million different cameras and questions. you looked at bruce nervously as he put his arm around your waist and moved you closer to him. bruce knew he was going to earn a scolding from you later but he was never a man with a plan unless it came to his vigilante activities so he went with what his mind told him to do first.

"just follow my lead," he whispered as the two of you approached a reporter. you felt an overwhelming feeling of adrenaline come over you and put on the most sincere smile you could muster up, "mr.wayne, it's a pleasure to see you again. what brings you out to the gotham ramblers game tonight?"

"we were invited to watch the game after we donated some of our money to fund the league," he replied casually, "that's great to hear and who might this be?" he asked turning over to you. as bruce went to introduce you, you stopped him.

"i'm ( your name ), i'm bruce's work partner and his date for the night. nice to meet you!" you replied. bruce stood there shocked, not expecting you to say anything at all, "it's nice to meet you. will we see you be recognized during halftime?" bruce nodded in agreement as he quickly said his goodbyes and walked into the stadium.

"i should kill you," you replied to bruce angrily. he stared back at you with shock still on his face, "you did fine, i don't see the issue," he exclaimed. you put your hands in the air, trying to get him to understand that you pulled your response to the reporter out of your ass.

you heard a wave of cameras clicking as you noticed dick and the rest of bruce's sons arriving. you could tell that damian was not in the mood to have his picture taken as dick waved to the cameras enthusiastically. tim and bruce's other son jason didn't do much but walk ahead.

"the next time you do this to me, you're gonna get your ass kicked," you threatened as you waved dick and the rest down. they all met with the both of you as a stadium coordinator started to approach all of you.

"here are the jersey's for the game tonight and we will take you onto the field a few minutes before half time begins. the suite box will be on the second floor with your name on the door."

bruce nodded as you all went into the elevator. you pulled the jersey over your day clothes and the rest did the same, "how was your first experience with the paparazzi?" dick joked. you gave him a death stare, "your father here didn't tell me i would be doing press until i got out of the car and realized it," you replied.

tim turned over to his dad, "you sent her into the wild without any prep? are you insane?" he asked. damian shook his head disappointedly, "you even trained me to be civil with them," he muttered. you stared at bruce, punching him in the arm as you immediately regretted it.

you looked at everyone, giggling as you realized all of you looked like bee's with the tacky yellow and black colors on. you soon got to the suitebox, seeing bruce's name engraved on the door which surprised none of you. the worker opened the door to the massive suite, taking you by surprise.

"woah," you whispered to yourself. dick shrugged, "the other suitebox was bigger. there isn't even a recliner!" he explained. you looked at the room mesmerized, "some of us weren't born or raised into money, grayson," you replied off-handedly, "this is so cool!" you exclaimed excitedly.

all of you eventually found seats to be comfortable in as the game started. you sat next to bruce as the two of you spoke on and off. dick and jason, both who had bets placed on the game were being more loud than needed as tim off doing work in a corner and damian was sitting down, reading a book.

"enjoying the amenities?" bruce asked. you nodded, "it's amazing in here. i never thought i'd ever get to be in one of these," you said. bruce chuckled as dick ran over to the two of you with his phone out and camera on, "say cheese, quick," he said as you immediately did a goofy face and even did a peace sign along with dick.

"this is 100% going on the timeline," he said. you laughed, looking back to bruce, "thanks for inviting me tonight. i didn't appreciate the last minute press pool but this totally beats being inside of the office," you joked. bruce chuckled, putting his arm around your chair, "this doesn't have to be the only time we do this," he murmured quietly.

your eyebrows quirked in confusion, "huh?" you whispered. "lets do this again but this time without everyone screaming and yelling," he went on to explain. you knew bruce's reputation for being a very well known playboy, "i don't know, i'm not really in the mood to be played," you replied.

bruce shook his head no.

"who's playing games? dinner tomorrow sound good?" he asked. you thought on it for a moment as bruce looked down to his phone seeing a notification that dick uploaded something, "sure," you exasperated not fully confident but nevertheless agreeing to it. bruce smiled as you turned your attention back to the game.

bruce looked at the goofy picture dick uploaded of the three of you and smiled to himself even more. he always knew you'd make a great mother figure for damian.