#I WILL NEVER FORGET WHEN I WALKED PAST HIM AT A FOOTBALL GAME AND I WAS DRUNK.

[gorillaxyz]

i love my american history teacher 🥰 he is nice to me and i impress him rvery lesson with my knowledge and how i apply it... he thinks im cool. i am awesome

[delfiore]

—MY DEAREST FRIEND AND ENEMY. (2/5)

pairing: ona batlle x fem!reader

synopsis: you and ona become much closer, but in the wrong way; an offer on the horizon threatens to tear you apart.

word count: 3.7k

warnings: description of collision in football

PART I, PART III, PART IV, PART V

Sports Illustrated: USWNT International Y/N Y/L/N Scores in First Game Back From Injury “Y/N Y/L/N will not stop scoring. The Man City star returns to action with a stunning header in a home game against Everton since picking up an injury this summer in the CONCACAF final against Canada. Though the U.S. emerged victorious thanks to Alex Morgan’s penalty kick, Y/L/N was forced off in the 68th minute with a torn hamstring. She was expected to be sidelined for 3 months. […]”

You skimmed through the article, waiting for your coffee to brew. It has been an arduous few months as you focused on rehabilitation. You were supposed to be match-fit at the start of the season, but the physios determined you needed at least a few more weeks before you could play. Your thigh still felt a bit tight every time you stretched them. Nonetheless, you were back to playing, that was all that mattered.

It was early November, and the winds were picking up in Manchester, and yet you were warm.

“Morning,” you said, smiling at the figure waddling into the living room.

Bratwurst was wagging his tail by her side, no doubt looking for more food as if you hadn’t fed him half an hour ago.

“Good morning,” Ona said, rubbing her eyes.

“Coffee?” You nodded towards the machine.

“No, I have to get to training. Thanks, though.”

“In my shirt?” You smirked at looked down at her top. Sure enough, it was the old T-shirt you lent her after you were done last night.

“Hah hah.” She mocked you, but then took off the shirt, leaving her top half completely bare, and threw it at your face. “Obviously not.”

You let your eyes travel freely, as she went back into your room and returned wearing the clothes she came in last night.

“Looks like you’re back to being your insufferable self.” She walked to where you sat, putting on her necklace. “Can’t even go on social media without seeing people praising your goal.”

“All in a day’s work,” you said, grinning.

Ona rolled her eyes and put on her shoes. “I’m glad you’re back, but I won’t go easy on you.”

You stood up and pecked her lips.

“I never asked you to,” you leaned closer, ducking your face into her neck. “Maybe when we’re alone.”

She snickered quietly and patted your cheek. “Try not to miss me too much. Bye-bye, Bratwurst.”

The pup sat by the door as he watched her close it behind her. Ever since she started spending time at your apartment, it felt like he liked her more, always following her around and snuggling with her as she gave him pets.

Ona had been coming over since the kiss at the end of last season with the premise of meaningless sex. You both had an arrangement, and you were committed to keeping to it. You were surprised when she suggested it, thinking her not to be the type, but Ona continues to surprise you.

You had only meant to meet up over dinner to talk about what happened, but the night ended with her hands tangled in your hair and your legs tangled in her sheets. The ups and downs these past few months never deterred you from seeing each other. In fact, Spain losing out in the Euros prompted her to come over and forget about it for a night. In a way, you both had each other.

Your teammates at Man City were especially amused whenever you’d forget to cover up and come to practice with marks on your neck.

“Who’s the unlucky gal this time, Y/N?”

“Have you been busy while you were injured?”

Every time, you would just shake your head with a grin because you’d never kiss and tell. Also, because Leila and Laia would flip out if they knew you’d been screwing their teammate on the national team.

Your arrangement worked for a while, both of you still too young and too committed to football to think about anything else. While a lot of your colleagues would disagree, it was the excuse you told yourself to fully admit that what you felt for Ona was beyond just carnal desires.

You were treading on dangerous waters, your feelings bubbling to the surface every time you saw the girl. It was much more challenging to keep them under wraps, especially when you had to play against her every couple of months. From what people knew about you two, you were rivals, and that was your relationship. Rumors of a romance surfaced too, amongst younger fans, but it was the result of baseless shipping. If only they knew.

Ona wasn’t an incredibly affectionate person, not by a mile. The only times you would catch her lowering her guard by the tiniest of margins were when she was tired, maybe then she’d let you cuddle her after sex. But you remembered when Spain was knocked out of the Euros way too soon, and she was crying on the phone to you. You had just won the CONCACAF with the US across the Atlantic, and yet all you wanted was to hold her.

And so that was what you did. Two days later, after you were dismissed from your international duties, you flew back to Manchester and waited for her. Ona liked to be the little spoon whenever she was sad, and you were very happy to oblige. If she was feeling generous, she would even thank you for it. As much as you wanted to, you never teased her about it, because you knew what you had was fragile, and a slight mention of it could topple everything to the ground.

That was how it was with your Spanish beauty.

“Wooooooow . . . You’ve got a handful,” said your teammate, Chloe, as she stood in your kitchen, eating your chips.

“Yup,” you pressed your lips thinly, grabbing some seasoning from the cupboard. “That’s my life right now.”

You proceeded to tell Chloe everything one day, omitting a few saucy details, of course.

“Have you tried talking to her about it?”

“That’s the thing, though. There’s nothing to talk about. I can’t just walk up to her and demand something that wasn’t part of the arrangement to begin with.”

“I know, but it’s clearly affecting you. You like her, don’t you?”

“No.” A few seconds of silence followed, and Chloe was looking at you with a glare. “Okay, I think she’s cute, like, really cute.”

“I think you should talk to her, Y/N,” Chloe said. “Worst case scenario, you lot stop whatever you’re doing with each other behind all of our backs. Best case scenario, you date her.”

You smirked, but nothing no usual quippy or smug remark came out. “I should try,” you spoke quietly.

Chloe nodded expectantly and continued eating her chips, now. “I can’t believe it. You tricked all of us! It was Batlle all this time!”

“I didn’t think you’d come tonight,” you whispered quietly into the room, sitting by the edge of your bed.

Ona was under the covers, on her phone. “Why? ‘Cause we played against each other?”

You nodded bashfully.

“I’m here, aren’t I?” she set her phone down. “Or did you not want me to come?”

“It’s a little too late for that, don’t you think?” You said, gesturing at the clothes strewn on the floor.

You let her study you for a moment, finding the ruffled sheets much more interesting instead.

“What’s wrong?” She said.

“Nothing.”

“You’re too quiet.” Her voice was low and calming. She reached out and caressed your hand. You wanted to bury your face in her neck and be done with the conversation instead.

“I was just wondering . . . would you like to come over a bit earlier from now on?”

Your question made her look at you with a puzzled expression. “Have I been staying too late?”

“No, no. I mean—you can stay as late as you want, but come a bit earlier. I can cook for us, and then we can just sit and . . . talk.”

You fumbled with your fingers, your eyes drifting up to her, seeing the realization dawn on her. She exhaled. “Okay, that sounds nice . . . but as friends, right?”

“Um . . . no?”

“Y/N,” Ona breathed. Her silence was killing you. Finally, she looked up. “That wasn’t our arrangement, and I’d like for it to stay as we’ve agreed. You’re okay with that, right?”

“Yeah,” you lied, caressing her arm and flashing a smile. “It’s for the best.”

She nodded but watched you closely. “Come here,” she whispered.

You obliged, letting her pull you into her embrace. A searing kiss followed, leaving you to straddle her bare waist.

A short gasp left your lips. “Fuck me, Ona.” You pleaded quietly, hoping she’d fuck you until you forget the conversation ever happened. But you also hoped she’d go slow and make love to you, proving that she’d finally reciprocated your feelings.

You’ve decided that you wanted both. Maybe then, you’d finally get what you wanted.

You didn’t know that Ona was scared to let you in too, so she settled for sleeping with you.

You had been an obsession of hers for three years, a game she played besides having to focus on the actual game she was paid to play. But now, here she was—sleeping with someone who could possibly be her mortal enemy. She didn’t know when, but suddenly, she couldn’t bring herself to see you harmed.

She wanted you, but that was the selfish part of her speaking.

In the morning, you had expected her to be there, but your bedside was empty.

Ona moved through her days like a ghost. She didn’t expect it to be this hard three years ago when she first set foot in Manchester. She didn’t expect a forward to make her life this hard, or that she would fall in love with you. Every minute she spent tangled up in bed with you were minutes where nothing else outside that bedroom mattered, and it scared her.

It scared her that only you could make her feel that way, that something she had spent so hard working towards for herself, you did so easily for her.

She thinks of the nights after the Euros when she practically stayed over all day, and how you took care of her. She thinks of the cheeky winks you would send her way whenever she played against you, and the not-so-innocent brushes that you sneak in whenever she defended you. She think of your face when she shut you down, and how quickly your walls came back up.

She thinks of you the entire time she was on the Zoom call with her agent.

“You need to decide soon, Ona,” her agent had told her. “Barcelona doesn’t wait for anyone.”

It was a no-brainer, but she thinks of you all the time.

The referee blew the whistle and the 90 minutes were over. You collapsed on your knees as the Etihad erupted into cheers. Man City had reached the semifinals of the Women’s Champions League for the first time ever in the history of the women’s club. You would be playing Wolfsburg next, but you couldn’t care less about that right then. You just wanted to celebrate with your teammates.

You wished that you could celebrate with Ona too.

You sent her a text much later in the night, but she didn’t respond. Thinking it to be too late for her to come over, you went to bed, soaking in your victory.

But then, she didn’t respond the next day, then the day after that. A week later, she still hadn’t responded. Then the first leg of the semifinal came, and City drew 2-2 to Wolfsburg. You had given her space to deal with whatever she didn’t want you to know and knew double-texting made you look desperate, but you have had enough of the silence.

A vote of confidence would have been nice Sent 4:29pm

Nothing.

You weren’t going to put your life on hold for her. You wouldn’t give her that satisfaction.

The week of the return leg, you had almost forgotten all about Ona from the amount of training you were doing.

“Okay, ladies. Gather around,” said Chris, the assistant coach. “This will be our last practice session before the Champions League game. We’re gonna do some passing to start with, then a set-piece practice, and we’ll close off with a 5v5 scrimmage. That sound good?”

You were starting to feel more confident than jittery. Your movements were sure and steady, so were your finishes. Big games never deterred you, but it was the added fact of Ona not responding to your text that caused you to check your phone every time you were able to.

“No phones, Y/N,” Chris said, and raised an eyebrow.

“Sorry, Coach. Just checking news from family,” you lied. He extended his hand anyway, and you begrudgingly handed your phone over.

“I can’t have you distracted, Y/N. The match is tomorrow.”

“I know, I know. I’ve been good, though, haven’t I?” You grinned, taking a swig of water.

Practice ended later than scheduled, but you didn’t mind. You needed the extra preparation, and you were glad to have done that with your teammates. Chris finally gave you your phone back, like a naughty student, and you quickly checked your messages. Still nothing. It wasn’t like this was the biggest game of your life or anything.

Going to the news, flipping through articles upon articles on politics, your eyes landed on one about sports.

The Busby Babe: Ona Batlle Set For Barcelona Return “Manchester United and Spain star right back Ona Batlle is reportedly on the verge of completing a move back to Catalonia, rejoining Barcelona Femeni at the end of her contract with the Red Devils. […]”

The match of your life started. You were on the left wing as you always were, playing inverted so Laia would be running the flank. You scored one, but Wolfsburg got one back towards the end of the first half.

“Make those runs, ladies. If you see them coming at you, call out to your teammates. Use the third man to break free of the defense.” Gareth pointed at the board, showing hypothetical scenarios that the team could exploit for an opening.

“Hey,” Chloe sat next to you, her forehead glistening. “You alright?”

You uttered a small ‘yeah’ and closed your hand over her sweat-clad one over your knee. You couldn’t be distracted. You owed it to Chloe and everyone else on this team.

You were slamming your fist on the door, but you didn’t care. Your jaw clenched as you swayed on your feet waiting for her to open up.

“What the fuck, Y/N?!”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” You stepped into her apartment.

Her face went pale. “How did you know?”

You let out a laugh. “You’re pathetic. You’re a coward for not even saying a single word.”

The ball was sent over long from deep aiming towards you. You called for Filippa for a one-two, but once you dribbled, you were tackled inside the box. You put your hand up at the referee but huffed in disbelief when she only shook her head and granted a corner.

Slapping your hand on the grass, you sprung up with a grunt. It must have looked like you were throwing a tantrum, but you couldn’t care less, you wanted to win.

“I didn’t know how to tell you.”

“So you were just not gonna say anything at all?! You owe me that much to—”

“I don’t owe you anything, Y/N.” She snapped. She had never snapped at you before, not while off the pitch. “You know what we have is just sex. That’s all we ever had and that’s all we will ever have.”

Tears formed in your eyes. You felt like a kid again, being scolded and taken for granted. “Please, don’t do this.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N, but this isn’t some fantasyland,” Ona said firmly. “I told you what I wanted, and I thought you agreed.”

There was a period of struggle over the ball soon after, mostly in midfield. You were growing increasingly frustrated as passes continued being cut off just before they reached the attacking third.

“Come on, guys! Let’s finish this!” You called out to your teammates in an attempt to hype them up before a throw-in.

Your irritation mounted, but you told yourself to quickly snap out of it. I need to stay calm, my team needs me. It proved quite difficult when Lena Oberdorf slithered up from behind to mark you. She dug an elbow into your back to keep you at bay, and when you moved, she moved. So you pushed back, much harder than you anticipated. It set her off. Good, stay off me.

Soon, you heard the ref’s hurried whistle, as Lena shoved you back. “The fuck are you pushing for?!” Your opponent seethed, getting all up in your face to challenge you.

You were feeling bold, so you smirked at her. “Come closer, see what I’ll do. Or do you just want a piece of this, huh?”

It wasn’t your best quality, you admitted it, but you liked it when you set off an opponent. You didn’t care when Lena was hurling insults at you in German as she was being led away. What mattered was that you had gotten in her head, and it would be much easier to break her defense from now on. The referee blew her whistle again, and a few teammates of yours attempted to separate you from Lena.

“Sei ruhig, Mann. Bleib’ da drüben.” Be quiet, man. Stay over there. Waving at her dismissively, you saw the way her eyes looked like they would pop out of her sockets in fury, knowing she didn’t expect you to know German. You couldn’t help but feel a sick sense of satisfaction.

“Last warning, Y/L/N.” The referee warned before continuing the match.

There would always be one player that completely drove the opposition crazy, and you would gladly be that asshole, so your teammates wouldn’t have to. You wanted to win.

“You kissed me first. I thought . . .”

“Please, don’t make this any harder than it already is,” Ona said quietly.

“I thought we had something, Ona,” you tried to steady your voice. You knew you sounded pathetic, but you never believed Ona could betray you in such a way.

She only pressed her lips thin. “We don’t. The only thing we have is our arrangement and however you feel about me on the pitch.”

Bunny scored in the 75th minute, and that would be the last goal for City in this match. The game went to extra time, and you could feel your teammates getting tired and sloppy in possession. You were tired too, but you wanted to keep fighting, anything to keep the thought of Ona out of your head.

You were so focused on the ball that you didn’t see a defender coming up beside you, her body colliding with yours in an attempt to redirect the ball. You fell to the ground with a thud, the stinging impact beginning to spread across your back. You felt the wind getting knocked out of you, your vision beginning to fade until all you could see were the lights atop the stadium, until those faded too.

The next thing you knew, you were on your side. Then the uncomfortable pain in your gut started to become more apparent, and you felt like you couldn’t breathe anymore. You gasped for air, just as a couple of your teammates knelt beside you.

“Y/N, can you hear me? Medic!” You heard a voice almost like Demi’s call out.

You didn’t know who knocked into you, you didn’t care anymore, because you had the overwhelming urge to throw up whilst still struggling to breathe.

“Can’t . . . breathe,” you wheezed out, tears starting to fill your eyes. You wanted to go home.

One of the medics shone a flashlight in your eyes. “Pupils are PEARL,” she said. “Okay, I need you to try and take deep breaths for me, alright, darling?”

You drew a shaky breath. There was a wheezing noise, in and out. In and out. The more you did, the easier it got. Your head was dizzy when you stood up, just as you heard applause ringing throughout the stadium.

Chloe appeared in front of you and offered her arm while a medic took your other as you walked toward the sideline.

“You’re alright, love,” she flashed you a warm smile and wiped away the stray tear that lingered on your cheek.

It was much too unfortunate, because you still had a lot more to give, but you were done for the night. Gareth knew it too, so he sent Hempo in to take your place.

You finally let the tears fall freely when the final whistle came.

“When do you leave?”

“In two weeks.”

A scornful laugh escaped you that you didn’t even bother to hide. “You didn’t even have the decency to tell me, not as your booty call, but as your friend.”

But you were kidding yourself. You knew Ona and you were never friends, never quite lovers either. Only two people floating around in a sexual limbo who were too scared to admit to themselves what was right in front of them. Now she was leaving, and you would never get the chance.

It didn’t matter anymore, any of it. You had a Champions League semifinal to play.

ESPN: Wolfsburg Grabs Victory in Extra Time to Reach Women’s Champions League Final “[…]”

a/n: it was so heartwarming to see the support for jenni and the players :’) it’s abt fuckin time man let’s hope this continues until rubiales and vilda’s resignation

[starrynights-sunnyskies]

as the flowers bloom, my heart does too ⋆*·ﾟmisa x putellas!femreader, social media au, (3/17)

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when your relationship ends and all you want to do is hide and cry, flowers suddenly start to appear on your doorstep.

or; misa hating to see a pretty girl cry and suffer and going out of her way to cheer her up while staying anonymous

fic: see my masterlist 🤍

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Goodbye, Hello (Alexia Putellas x reader)

A/N: Chapter 4 of The Legacy Series. Now the story can really begin.

Ajax was home, the players and staff were your family yet as you stand in the tunnel at the stadium named after your father for the first time you cannot help but think that in another world that would have been the first of many. Oh how you wished he could see you play on the field that meant so much to him. Would he proud of you? You’d like to think so.

Meanwhile the players of Barcelona have a day off in Portland between their games for the WICC cup. They had naturally split into groups much like they do on any away trip but Alexia noticed something as she bumped into a couple of her team mates wandering the unfamiliar city; two were missing, Lieke and Aitana. As far as she was aware the two of them wasn’t close enough to do something together so it sparked her curiosity. The captain convinces Jenni, Leila, Mapi and Patri to go back to hotel to get them, she didn’t want them to waste their day in the hotel room. What she didn’t expect was to see Aitana walking the hallway donning a red & white football shirt. As she get closer to the young midfielder she recognises the Ajax shirt with your last name on.

“Aitana” Alexia voice makes her jump.

“What are you doing here”

It didn’t sound like a question and her face had the same expression a young child does when they’re caught doing something they shouldn’t.

“I could ask you the sa—“

“Aitana hurry up, it’s about to kick off”

The door opens to reveal Lieke wearing an identical shirt to Aitana.

“What is? Who’s playing?” Mapi asks slightly confused as to why her team mates would rather stay in the hotel instead of exploring.

“Ajax” Lieke says with a obvious tone whilst pointing to the badge on her shirt.

“And why are we watching Ajax?” Patri added.

Aitana and Lieke shared a look. What which said ‘We know something you don’t and we don’t know if we can tell you’.

The secret they had been keeping for the past couple of days would be sure to bring a smile to their captain’s face but you had sworn them to secrecy. Lieke only found out because she had visited you in Amsterdam before going back to Barcelona and your mum let it slip. Aitana found out straight from the horses mouth when she was invited to a Cruyff foundation event in Barcelona, imagine the shock when she saw you there. Afterwards you told her about your decision and she pinky promised that she wouldn’t tell a soul.

“She’s playing for them isn’t she?” The devastation in Alexia’s voice was clear. She truly thought that you had played your last game for Ajax and after your talk in Ibiza she was almost certain you would soon be a Barcelona player but now she had doubts.

Lieke only nodded in fear that she would let it slip if she were to open her mouth.

You walked proudly out of the tunnel as you wore the captain’s armband one last time. As you line up with the rest of the team you spot your mother, two brothers, sister-in-law, niece and nephew in the crowd. It takes every ounce of strength not to break there and then. The past couple of days had taken a lot out of you, tears included and up until this moment you thought you had no tears left to cry, oh how wrong you were.

After you shook hands with the Feyenoord captain you walk to your position. You were in the zone, that is until you hear the entire stadium break out into applause. When you turn around you see that both teams have left you to walk to the middle of the pitch alone. The fans were showing their appreciation and it was killing you. The game was a farewell and the fans knew it even though nothing official had been announced. It was set up as a friendly but it was also against Feyenoord, the club’s rival and it just so happened to be your favourite fixture of the season.

You really did enjoy the next 90 minutes and scoring at John Cruyff area will be something you would never forget. Truthfully, you wasn’t sure how to feel. Should you be happy for the career you have had at the club or should you be sad for leaving, the latter hit you like a tone of bricks.

Your coach calls you over to the sidelines where you see your family waiting. There was two frames shirts resting on stands. You joined the women’s team when it was first established in 2012 and you would leave being the highest capped player as well as the clubs top goal scorer, the two shirts represented these achievements.

Alexia couldn’t believe the scene unfolding on the screen in front on her.

“She’s leaving?” Alexia asked Lieke without taking her eyes of the screen, you had her full attention.

“What does it look like?”

The TV showed you sobbing in your brother arms. You and Alexia had talked about the difficulties that came with moving to Barcelona but she never once stopped to think about what it meant for you to leave Amsterdam.

“Are you crying?”

Alexia feels a tear fall down her cheek, one that she quickly wipes as she thinks Mapi is talking to her and she isn’t ready to be teased again.

“Lieke you’re crying”

She was in the clear. The Dutch woman was the one bound to be teased.

“You wouldn’t understand. You don’t know her like I do”

But I want to. This is what Alexia thinks but doesn’t say.

“Aitana’s going to lose her number” Jenni says.

“No I’m not. She’s already told me that she doesn’t want it” Aitana only realises what she had said when it’s too late.

This is enough pull Alexia’s attention from watching you give a speech, one which she doesn’t understand but still she hangs on every word.

“What do you mean she has already told you” Alexia questions her team mate who clearly knows more than what she’s leading on.

“I didn’t say that” Aitana wishes she could take it back.

“Yes you did. Y/N told you her decision didn’t she?”

“You’ll have to wait till Monday to find out” upon realising she was digging herself a deeper hole, Aitana comes up with an excuse to leave the room knowing had broken her promise without directly breaking her promise.

“Lieke?” Alexia changes tactics. If Aitana knew something, your best friend definitely did.

“You must have said something right in Ibiza”

She didn’t confirm it but she didn’t have to. It wasn’t like you and Alexia talked about you moving to Arsenal in detail that night. She wished that she could press fast forward on her life. It was only Friday, meaning still had three days before she would find out officially that you had chosen to follow in your father’s footsteps. In three days you would be announced as a Barcelona player, the Blaugrana shirt would once again have Cruyff on the back.

When Monday came around the team entered the facility with an extra pep in their step, all eyes glued to the locker room door. Every person that entered who wasn’t you was met with a look of disappointment. It is only when Lluis walks in does the elephant in the room get discussed.

“By the way your faces dropped when you saw it was me, I assume you know what is happening today or more appropriately who is signing for us today. Given what this means to the club the announcement will be made over at Camp Nou, not here”

“But then she’ll be coming here, right?” Alexia tried her best to mask her disappointment but failed miserably.

“Not today. She has media, several photoshoots and a meet & great at the stadium store”

Alexia knew that this wasn’t what you wanted. The club was making the most of having a Cruyff back at Barcelona and they didn’t stop the think the toll that it would have on you, it was a business at the end of the day.

Several hours later, training had finished for the day. Lieke was in the shower when her phone starting to ring, a call which she obviously missed yet the person of the other line didn’t give up. After the fifth missed call Alexia grabs the phone with the intention of giving it to the Dutch but she accidentally sees who the caller was.

Danny Cruyff 5 Missed Calls.

A small panic formed in her gut. Why was your mother calling Lieke and why was she so persistent. Had something happened to you?

That panic didn’t lessen when she handed the phone to Lieke whose face must have been a mirror to her own. She immediately calls your mother back.

“Hoi” “Natuurlijk” “Ik laat haar jou bellen”

Alexia’s Dutch was practically none existing. Lieke has tried teaching her some phrases during away games but the only things she could understand was hello which didn’t answer her unasked question; were you ok?.

“Is she ok?” Alexia asked. She didn’t need to say your name for Lieke to understand who she talking about.

“Apparently the press conference got a little bit out of hand. They were asked not to ask too many questions about Johan but there was one Marca journalist who didn’t stop pushing. Now Y/N won’t answer any of Jordi, Luuk or Danny’s calls. I said I’d go round to their house after I finish here”

“Are none of her family here with her?”

“No. Y/N knows what this will bring up for them and her so she asked them not to come but promised they could be at the first home game” Lieke pauses when she sees the look of worry on her captain’s face “Would you like to come with me?”

“Where?”

“To see her”

Alexia nods her head eagerly as a grin spreads from ear to ear.

Lieke asks that Alexia not mention the visit to the rest of the team but in the end it isn’t Alexia that lets it slip. Aitana can tell what the two of them are up to when the rush to pack up their things and leave without being noticed. The small spaniard asks if she can go with them as well only she says it a little too loud. Before Lieke has the chance to answer her, several other players ask to go with them. Their argument; you were now part of the team and this team always looks out for their own.

“She is going to hate this” Lieke says but still she agrees silently hoping that your habit of wanting to being alone in these moments is no longer a thing.

“I can tell them that they can’t come” Alexia is ready to do whatever is needed.

“No, let them come. Truth is I don’t know what to say to her. Maybe one of them can cheer her up” Lieke pointed to were Leila had Patri in a chokehold whilst Mapi filmed them for some reason.

Now you wouldn’t say you hated the house in Barcelona but there was a reason why you tended to stay in a hotel whenever you visited the city. It was the home your Mother and Father built, it has their presence everywhere whilst the house in Amsterdam was more your style. You had asked your mother if you couldn’t redecorate but she said no.

You were staring aimlessly in the garden when you heard the intercom go off letting you know someone was at the gate. Now it could be one of two people, your manager and Lieke, both of them knew the code so you were a bit hesitant as you looked at the security camera. It’s safe to say you didn’t expect who you saw but you let them in anyways.

Your mother raised to be a good host so you greated them at the door before they had the chance to knock or ring the bell. Looking in the mirror that was hung above the table in the foyer you hated how obvious it was that you had been crying but when you welcomed your team mates none of them mentioned it.

It seemed that you were having some kind of team night because they had brought Pizza which you wasn’t against. You hadn’t eaten all day and you wasn’t in the mood to cook.

“Call your mother” Lieke smacked you playfully before making herself at home. She knew where everything was so you left her to get plates, glasses and whatever else they needed.

Alexia stayed behind. A photo hanging on the wall having caught her attention. It was one of the family when your dad played his last game as Barcelona manager.

“It’s one of my favourite photos” your presence made her jump.

“Lo siento”

“Don’t be. I’m pretty sure Pina and Patri are trying to take a selfie with one of his shirts” You pointed to where the young players where subtly trying and family to take a photo with one of your dad’s framed Barcelona shirts.

“I’ll tell them to stop” Alexia tries to walk off but you pull her back.

“It’s ok” Truth is you liked that they were being appreciated, you barely gave them a second look.

For the next couple of hours, you and your new team mates sat in the garden eating pizza and telling all kind of football tales. You understood what Alexia meant when she said the team was a family. You had only been a Barcelona player for a few hours yet you already felt part the family. You knew the biggest challenges were yet to come but in this moment you knew you made the right decision.

It wasn’t necessarily late but the team had been at training all day and you could see the girls were getting tired. Lieke must have picked up on it too because she suggested they head home.

“Wait! Before we go” Patri stood up, a glass of water in hand “Welcome to Barcelona, to Y/N” everyone cheers in your honour “And to having a Cruyff back in Barcelona”

This didn’t get the same response from you but you knew that Patri was coming from a good place.

Alexia surprisingly offered to stay and back clean. The reason why is was surprising is because there was nothing left to clean, everyone had tidied up after themselves.

“We better get started because as you can see this place is a mess”

“Ok so maybe I didn’t stay to clean up”

“No” you say sarcasticly. Your tone causes Alexia to chuckle but it is more so to cover up her shyness.

“I thought maybe I could show you a few places, if you’re not too tired” Alexia never forgot the conversation you two shared that night in Ibiza and she fully intended to show you what the city had to offer, she wanted to show you her Barcelona.

Truth is you were exhausted mentally which made doing anything except from laying of the sofa a chore. Then again this is Alexia, you did want to get to know her more and you knew you wouldn’t get the chance to once the season started.

“Ok but I can’t be out too long. You may or may not have heard but I’ve just signed for a new team and I’d like to impress them at training tomorrow”

“I’m already impressed” Alexia whispers to herself.

Barcelona was a different city at time. The street were emptier but the city couldn’t be more alive. You may have done everything in your power to stay away from it but you could understand why it is loved by so many. You tried to look at the sights with a fresh set of eyes, you wanted to make new memories and tonight those would be made with Alexia.

“Is there anywhere you want to go?” Alexia asks as she bumps into your shoulder.

“Can we just walk for a bit” She nods her head and guides you down her favourite streets, shows you some of her favourite buildings and points out a few restaurants that she wanted to take you to.

There were so many questions she wanted to ask you. The top of that list was are you ok but the answer was obvious. She also wanted to know what was going on in your head but then she wondered if even you had to answer to that.

“Can I ask you a question? Why isn’t your family here?” Lieke told her but she knew there was something more to it.

The way you stopped in your tracks made her instantly regret the question.

“Let’s go this way”

She doesn’t bring up the change of subject and within a few minutes she finds herself walking through the gothic quarter. She follows you through a narrow alleyway, one that she didn’t know existed.

“This is my favourite spot in Barcelona”

Alexia watches as you knock on a door that is in the centre of the wall and can be no bigger than half a meter. Then a couple of minutes later she sees a hand hold out a paper bag, one which you take in exchange for some money.

“This is the best kept secret and best cookies in Barcelona” you hold open the bag and watch as Alexia takes one. Her eyes close as she takes a bite, you knew what she was experiencing. You had been 6 when you were first brought here.

“Ay Dios Mio”

“Told you”

Alexia makes grabby hands and you give her the bag but not before taking a handful of the tiny cookies for yourself.

“Me playing here brings up a lot of emotions, not only for me but for them too”

At first the brunette doesn’t know what you’re talking about but then it hits her. You are answering her question, the one you do so subtly dodged.

“I asked them not to come”

“Why?”

“I don’t know. I guess I thought if they wasn’t here then I could have a normal day where I’m just a football player signing for a football club. It was naive of me”

“How is to be a Barcelona player?”

“Honestly, it’s amazing. I can’t wait to start this chapter of my life, I just hope it can be my chapter and not a part of his”

“Why can’t it be both? You are your father’s daughter, you can’t change that but you can embrace it and what better place to do so then here in Barcelona” Alexia spins around with her arms spread wide.

“Did they come up with that or did you?” You asked referring to the club.

“That was all me” Alexia says rather proudly.

The night passes by far too quickly. You had only intended to be out for an hour, two at max but now it was close to midnight and you knew it was time to call it a night. Even though you didn’t want too, you bid Alexia farewell and told her you would see her in the morning.

8 hours later you found yourself standing in front of the home ground which was all a short walk away from the training ground. You stared up at the sign and read it out loud.

ESTADI JOHAN CRUYFF

Your mind wanders to memories with only one man, the one you wishes was here for this.

“I thought I might find you here”

Of course, she knew where you’d be.

“Buenos dias Alexia”

“Are you ready?”

“Ready”

And ready you were. It was time to start the next chapter in your life. The years to come would define your career and change your life forever.

[gh0st-t0wn3]

Lmk ss edits + headcanons, Part 6 (Azure Lion, Peng, Yellowtusk)

(I originally made my own design of Azure and Yellowtusk but wasn't quite happy with how they turned out so I scrapped them, the designs for those two I used in these edits were made by @/erraday_ on twt, with a few minor changes, but Peng's design is my own :) )

- He/Him

- Pansexual

- Snores so loud, it's insane, Yellowtusk once thought there was an earthquake

- Feels bad whenever he's steps on a ladybug, butterfly etc

- Gives everyone and everything giant bear hugs because he thinks if Yellowtusk can take it, so can everyone else (They cannot)

- Mei once gave him catnip as a joke and he went fucking feral, he's not allowed near catnip anymore

- His hair/fur is actually very soft and curly

- Thought he saw an old friend while out in public and hugged them, it was a stranger

- Wakes up Yellowtusk in the middle of the night to ask stupid questions

- The Brotherhood asked to hear his roar but he got really nervous last second and it ended up being really meek, they never let him forget it

- Coughed up a hairball once and Peng refuses to let him live it down

- Has eaten cat food before and would do it again

- Cannot do the splits and is too scared to try

- Gets really confused by modern slang, MK and Mei abuse the hell out of it because it's funny

- Whenever he's rough housing with people he accidentally hits a bit too hard

- Whenever he walks past anyone playing a game that involves a ball (football, basketball, netball, etc) he somehow always ends up getting hit in the head with it

- If he wasn't sealed away and got a chance to babysit Redson as a kid he wouldn't know what the fuck to do and would be really awkward cause he doesn't know how to interact with children, he'd be able to bond with Redson better when he becomes a teenager though

- No one gossips with him because he always ends up unintentionally outing someone about something

- Ate moldy food once by accident and freaked out, he was absolutely disgusted

- Hates horror movies but loves slashers

- Drinks mouthwash

- Smells like catnip (trust me guys)

- Love language is words of affirmation

- Has horrible bed head, his mane gets tangled really easily and he tosses around a lot at night so his mane takes hours to brush out

- Absolutely refuses to wear shoes, they hurt his feet (paws?)

- The type of person to cry over a movie about a dog getting lost and then finding its owner at the end

- Can somehow eat an entire goddamn buffet and not gain a single pound

- His face always scrunches up when he smiles

- Lost his balance on a hill and fell down like a tumbleweed once, Peng still brings it up

- They/He (Canon, Peng uses They/Them in the show but is exclusively referred to w/ He/Him in the sets)

- Nonbinary (Canon)

- Starts squaking when he laughs too much

- If you throw a blanket over their head he'll immediately fall asleep

- "look behind you but don't make it obvious" Looks behind him in the most exaggerated, obvious way known to mankind

- Stole food from Wukong's private stash for several months when the Brotherhood was all still together, Wukong still doesn't know

- Wukong gave them cooked chicken once as a joke but he actually liked it

- Constantly argues with Wukong about Macaque not being able to hold his own, yes it got physical

- Their wings have a bunch of scars from the amount of weapons and shit they block with them. Has to consistently clean their wings in order to keep them from getting too damaged, yes this includes softening and preening his feathers

- If they weren't sealed away and got a chance to babysit Redson as a kid they would tape him to the wall like that one meme and call it a day

- Bit off a person's finger once just to see if they could

- Doesn't shop, just steals

- "I hate you so fucking much" as he's handing the person a gift

-  Tried to draw on Wukong's face once but got wacked with his tail

- Absolutely HATES beetroot, will actually gag if he smells it

- Kicks over kids sand castles at the beach

- Can't stand small buzzing sounds

- "I'm not that competitive" is that competitive

- Claims you can trust them with anything but will snitch the second they know it will benefit them

- Probably threatened to eat someone's baby once

- Goes to playgrounds to trip kids

- Smells like Lavender, it just feels right

- Love language is words of affirmation and acts of service

- Has tried sleeping upside down like a bat multiple times

- Hardcore wine aunt vibes

- Had a bunch of ducklings accidently imprinted to him and they followed Peng for hours

- You'd have to pin this bird down to get them to eat collyflower

- Jokingly pushed Azure off a cliff once then remembered they're the only member of the Camel Ridge Trio that can fly

- They have full on concerts at like 3 am, has woken up Azure on multiple occasions

- He/Him

- AroAce

- Is the calmest one in the Brotherhood

- He uses Peng's head as an armrest sometimes

- He and DBK were actually quite close, he knew and accepted that DBK was in love with a celestial but was very surprised to see they ended up having a child

- Very poor eyesight but doesn't like wearing his glasses because Peng made a joke about them once saying he looked like a grandma

- Uses ":3" and ":D"

- Loves soap opera's

- Hates seafood

- Peng once tricked him into eating fish nuggets once and he still hasn't fully forgiven them

- If he wasn't sealed away and got a chance to babysit Redson as a kid he would definitely be the most responsible one, and probably Redson's favourite uncle

- Eats a snack then forgets he ate it and will bet frustrated when he can't find it

- The therapist of the Camel Ridge Trio, and probably of the whole Brotherhood in the past as well

- Was the only one who felt bad about imprisoning the Demon Bull Family since he and DBK were very close

- He also reprimanded Peng for when they pinned and scratched Redson with their claws after they left the Demon Bull Palace (he's the protective uncle, trust me guys)

- Hates getting hiccups, he despises the feeling and it gives him heartburn

- Wakes up at ungodly hours just to raid the fridge

- Heard a story about a bug crawling in someone's ear while they slept and has worn earplugs to bed ever since

- Loves apples

- Smells like Lilies

- Love language is gift giving

- Is really big on safety, would be the type of person to make sure everyone is wearing their seat belts before the car is even turned on

- Actually really good at cooking

- Makes the best chocolate chip pancakes ever

- Is the kind of person who assumes everyone tells eachother everything and accidently exposes someone because he thought everyone else knew about it already

- Always hears things wrong but doesn't wanna ask anyone to repeat themselves

- Has the most elegant ass handwriting you will ever see, somehow

- The peacemaker of the Brotherhood,  they all would've disbanded way sooner if it wasn't for him

- Uses his trunk as a snorkle when swimming or sleeping underwater (elephants actually do this irl, I just thought it was cute)

[vampykween]

remind me

because @tomiesdiet is the little angst devil on my shoulder hehe

simon ghost riley x reader

“how am i supposed to live without you? i- i don’t think i can do this…” your sobs cut your words short and you try to speak again but the lump in your throat is slowly suffocating you.

the smell of alcohol and harsh chemicals infiltrate your nose and nauseate you. you’ve always hated the smell of hospitals. always so sterile and lifeless, which you guess is fitting.

you stare out the small window to the room and ponder about the people steadily walking past. could they see in your eyes that very soon your life was going to end? your reason for living would soon cease to exist. or was this just another meaningless day? while your entire world has halted and been spun wildly, there are people experiencing the best days of their lives.

you desperately wish simon could respond to you, squeeze your hand back, smooth your hair and kiss your head like he always does - or how he always did. you were sure you’d never get used to speaking of him in past tense. there was no manual for how to live after simon.

suddenly the room begins to spin and you feel like you’re watching a scene from a tv show as the nurses tell you to say your last goodbye. your stomach clenches so painfully you’re sure you’re going to vomit everywhere. you want to scream at them to stop, to shake them and tell them to save him, but there wasn’t anything they could do that’s what they told you.

-

the drive home feels endless and with all the tears clouding your vision it’s a wonder you make it back safely. simon would get onto you if he knew you were driving so carelessly. except no he wouldn’t. he’s dead. you remind yourself of that. simon riley is dead, gone, no longer living. that was fact.

you’re not sure what to do with yourself as you wander aimlessly throughout the house. every room feels so lifeless now, there’s no sound of a football game on and even though everything looks the same way you left it, it feels emptier.

something bright pink catches the corner of your eye and it’s like there’s a lead weight crushing your lungs. you slowly walk over and pluck the note off the counter ‘don’t forget your lunch. love you xx’ you always had a bad habit of that and simon loved leaving you little reminder notes from time to time. you normally keep them in your nightstand drawer to read when he’s away but now you’re not sure if you’ll ever have the heart to look at them again.

the notes crumples in your hand as you fall to your knees and let out a visceral scream. the force of your cries wracking your body and leave you heaving and shaking. simon riley was gone and all those notes were all you had left of him.

[storywriter007]

When You Were Nothing - Neymar Jr. x Fem!Reader

summary: in which y/n realizes that to neymar, she is nothing more than his past

warnings: cursing, heartbreak, angst, mentions of poverty

genre: angst

word count: 1.9k

-> football/soccer players masterlist

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y/n stood still as cool waves of water hit her feet and splashed her ankles. she looked out into the horizon; today was a beautiful day. the sun was shining, the sky was clear, and the breeze was cool. today was a beautiful day.

but whenever y/n stood on this very land, the same memory played in her head.

they were seven years old, and they'd met on the very sand she was standing on now. she could still recall the day neymar accidentally kicked his soccer ball and hit y/n's arm. she could still recall him profusely apologizing. she could recall he look on his face when she said the only way she'd forgive him is if he let her join his game. she could recall how they played until dusk. and after that day, they became close to inseparable.

y/n can remember loving him. from the very first day they met to the day he left their hometown to pursue his career, she can remember loving him. she did love him. she does love him.

oh, the day he left.

it was a day to remember, alright.

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2009

"rumor has it you're leaving." y/n said, sitting down next to him on the grass.

they looked out into the sunset.

"the rumors are true." he admitted. "i'm leaving."

"when do you go?" she asked.

"tomorrow morning." he answered. "early."

"i'm glad." she said.

he suddenly turned to look at her.

"you're what?" he asked.

"i'm glad, ney. i know you're leaving because there's something better for you out there. i know that you love football. and i know that you want to leave this situation." she explained. "i love you, and loving you is letting you go so that you can live out your dreams. i have faith in you, i always have." she rambled, looking out into the sunset.

she paused and realized what she'd said. she came clean. she confessed. y/n turned to look at him.

"i-" she started.

"i love you." he said, gazing into her eyes.

"neymar!" his mother called from their home.

the two quickly stood up.

suddenly, he grabbed her arm and pulled her in for a kiss. she didn't know how to react, but within a few seconds, she kissed him back.

once they pulled apart, y/n stared into his hazel eyes.

"neymar!" his mother called again, breaking their intense eye-contact.

"don't forget about me when you're famous." she smiled.

"never." he reached out his pinky. "i'll always love you."

"i'll always love you." she agreed.

they intertwined their smallest fingers in a sacred oath.

"neymar!" his mother yelled out.

he smiled at her one last time before running home.

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y/n realized she'd been in the same spot for a few minutes too long. she shook her head of the memory and began walking home, picking up some fresh fruit for herself and her mother on the way.

she returned home to find her mother cooking.

"who're you making such a feast for?" y/n laughed, sitting down to help her mom out.

"ah, you're husband's coming." she joked.

"oh really?" y/n giggled. "i hope he's cute."

"let's hope. i don't want my genes going to waste!"

"real funny, but who's all this for?" she inquired, popping a strawberry into her mouth.

"i got a call yesterday." she paused. "it was from nadine. her and neymar are in town, and want to visit."

y/n visibly choked on her strawberry.

"what! and you didn't tell me!" y/n blurted.

"i did say your husband was coming!" her mom laughed.

"i-uh, when are they coming?" she asked, trying to be cool.

"ten minutes, go change."

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y/n rushed to her room. first, she paced around. then, she jumped on her bed. third, she stared at herself in the mirror. fourth, she shook all the nervousness out of her.

this was her best friend. she had nothing to worry about.

looking through her closet, y/n put on dark wash denim shorts and an off-shoulder, white, airy, sweater. she quickly fixed herself up, and walked downstairs. it had only been eight minutes.

y/n paused dead in her tracks when she saw a familiar set of hazel eyes looking at her. thankfully, her mother pull her closer.

"here she is." her mom smiled.

"oh my godness, what a beautiful young lady you've become!" nadine laughed, giving y/n a tight hug.

y/n reciprocated the gesture. "and my goodness, you don't look a day over 24!" she laughed.

"oh, you flatter me." she giggled.

y/n smiled at neymar as their mothers chatted.

"why don't you two go outside?" y/n's mom suggested. "catch up and talk without old ladies on your back?"

they two moms laughed as y/n led neymar outside.

"haven't seen you in a while." she laughed as they stepped out into the cool evening.

"yeah." he agreed. "how have you been?"

"good." she answered honestly. "you?"

"pretty good."

"i heard you're playing for barcelona now." she started. "that used to be one of your dreams."

"i know, it's crazy. i still can't believe it." he said. "i'm surprised you still remember."

"i never forget." she said. "like over there is when we broke someone's window and fled the scene."

the two laughed at the memory.

"what's it like being an international superstar?"

"terrible. i mean, everywhere i go, i'm on billboards and ads. and all of these girls want to date me." he laughed. "it's interesting. what have you been up to?

"i'm a lawyer, now." she answered.

"lawyer y/n, sounds nice."

"aw thanks, international superstar neymar. i really appreciate it."

within a few minutes, y/n and neymar got back to their old selves. they walked around town, remembering how things used to be before sharing what they did now.

but every minute they spent together, her feelings of love came back, biting harder and harder.

"that's terrifying, people just like come outside of your house?" she asked, laughing.

"it's so fucking weird. i hired security." he smiled.

a moment of silence passed between them.

"y'know, i'll always find it weird how the kid i used to build sandcastles with ended up becoming a household name." she laughed.

"me too." he agreed. "fame is great. i get to meet amazing people and do amazing things, but sometimes, i just want to drop everything and come back here. come back to the times my mom used to call me inside, to the times we used to play soccer out here with the neighborhood kids, back to when everything was simple."

y/n nodded her head in empathy.

"so you never got used to the spotlight?" she inquired.

"i guess not." he shrugged.

y/n felt the flames in her heart. she forgot how easy it was to talk to him, how much fun he was, and who he was now. she wanted to bring it up. she needed to bring it up. she needed to know if he still remembered. suddenly, a phone ring interrupted her train of thought as the two approached the grass field they had said their goodbyes years prior.

neymar answered it, his eyes instantly lighting up.

"hey bru." he smiled. "i'm just in my hometown right now. i'm with an old friend."

she heard some chatter through the phone.

"alright. i'll see you when i get back." he said. "y'know i do."

"was that your publicist?" y/n joked.

"it was my girlfriend." he chuckled.

y/n felt her heart start to shatter. it couldn't be.

"who is she?" y/n pried, wanting to know if he was playing a sick joke or being unfairly honest.

"bruna marquezine." he answered, still looking at his phone. "i didn't know what love was till i met her."

ouch, y/n thought. she felt her stomach twist and her eyes get watery. how stupid could she have been? why the hell would he wait for her? he, a big-name, global, superstar, obviously had the most gorgeous women fawning over him. it was no secret he'd choose them over her. what was y/n in comparison to him? some small-town lawyer? some girl he'd kissed when he was 17? or just some girl?

it's like he didn't get the sudden mood change and y/n's silence.

"she's amazing. i didn't know i could fall in love so fast and so hard, but i did." he laughed. "she's everything to me."

shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up y/n thought. she really wanted him to shut up.

the silence finally got to him and he looked at y/n's face.

"hey, are you okay?" he asked.

"tell me you remember." she said.

"remember what?" he asked.

"remember that day. the day that you left." she explained.

he looked at her, empathy filling his eyes.

"i-"

"so you do." she answered for him. "and that means you remember what you said to me too."

"don't do this to me." he said.

"we promised each other." she smiled through tears. "you promised me that you'd always love me, and i did the same. the difference is, i kept my word." she paused. "and you-you jumped on the first model that looked your way."

"that's not true." he attempted to argue.

"i mean, what was i thinking anyways? that the neymar jr: household soccer name, international superstar, generous philanthropist, and notorious fuckboy, would remember some girl from his hometown?" she continued.

"you're not just some girl." he stated.

"then what am i? a broken promise? a forbidden secret? a fragment of your past?" she asked. "or someone stupid enough to wait for you?"

"y/n." he said.

"tell me, neymar. because i've loved you a long long time. i've loved you since the days where your mom would yell at you for getting your church clothes dirty. i've loved you since you could barely score a goal. i've loved you since you had nothing but dreams." she said.

"i had nothing back then. in this town, i was nothing and you know it!" he said angrily. "well guess what, y/n? nobody loved me when i was nothing!"

"i did!" she shouted. "i loved you when you were nothing!"

he looked at her with a mix of anger and empathy as a tear fell down her cheek.

"you said it yourself, you were nothing in this town." she said. "i must be just as nothing to you."

"y/n-"

"you said it already, didn't you? she's your everything." she paused. "i'm nothing."

"y'know that's not what i meant." he said. "you're twisting it."

"we both know what you meant." she said. "i kept you like an oath. and you kept me like a secret."

"i wasn't lying when i made that promise." he said.

"you weren't then." she said. "but the neymar i knew then is long gone than the one i know now."

"neymar!" nadine called out from their old home.

the two stared at each-other with intensity. neymar glared at her with anger, regret, and empathy. she stared at him with desperation, disappointment, and beady-eyes.

"that isn't fair." he said.

"none of this is fair." she reasoned. "but now y'know."

"know what?" he asked.

"neymar!" his mother called again.

"that someone loved you when you were nothing." she said, another tear falling from her eye.

they looked at each-other for another moment before turning around and leaving the same way they did all those years ago.

[rwshfordgirl]

1. Winter Wonderland summary: reader and he are friends and taking advantage of some days off that he got, he decided to go to london with her and other friends. but will they still be friends after a confession of feelings on the ferris wheel? word counter: 1.622 pairing: jamal musiala × reader a/n: i came to the conclusion that i prefer the names of amusement park rides in my native language hahah first of six imagines :) hope you like it

🎄 christmas prompts 🎄

"i would never say no to an invitation like that, especially coming from you." yn sat next to jamal in the reception of the hotel they had just arrived at in london "why?" the boy asked "you only have free time when you're on vacation, i think this is the first time i've seen you off for more than three days and the season is not even halfway through yet." yn was sitting sideways with her arm resting on the couch and looking in jamal's direction. "thank the snow." he joked.

a day ago jamal sent a message to his friends saying that due to the snow, some games and training sessions would be cancelled and the club had released him. "let's go to london" he sent right after. his four friends readily agreed, they were all willing to miss four days of college classes.

jamal loves being around friends, but having them living scattered across the european continent was horrible. the only one he saw more often was yn, she studies in cologne and is the player's best friend.  she was always there for him and he was always there for her.

"let's go, i want to buy a fridge magnet for my mother, she asked for it." one of their three english friends that jamal and yn share,�� said as he hurried past the two. "is it just us? " yn asked as she stood up. "they said they want to rest and will only go later. are you going with me because i don't want to go alone and you are already at reception." yn pulled jamal off the couch "i'll have to go upstairs and put the bags in the room." yn commented "i'll put them in mine and then you can get them." the player said and yn nodded "thank you very much kitty, we'll wait for you here." yn thanked "just don't take long." their friend said.

jamal asked a receptionist for help and soon disappeared from the sight of his two friends. "kitty? what did i miss?" her friend asked as soon as she saw that he had gone upstairs. "i always called him that." yn rolled her eyes. "well, i never listened! i thought you had already told him about your most secret secret." she commented. "forget it." yn asked "forget it, because he's already coming back." her friend said. "lets go" he said as he approached the two.

the hotel they were staying at wasn't too far from winter wonderland, a fifteen minute walk and they would already be there. musiala and his friend were walking in front and yn was right behind. she was thinking about what the girl she calls friend had just said to her.

yn doesn't drink but she was definitely out of her mind when she told her friend that she was in love with the football player. she never shares with anyone the feelings she has about other people and what's more, all that went through her head was that she and musiala wouldn't be a good fit as a couple. "what's going on inside your little head?" musiala felt that her friend was distant and soon followed the slow speed of her steps "i think i'll have to spend christmas at your house again." liar. "what the problem this time? you always go there when your mother travels" yn smiled awkwardly at him "i wanted to spend at least one christmas with her." musiala put his arm around the girl's neck and smiled to try to make her feel better. yn sighed and jamal was sure she was lying.

the three arrived at the fair and quickly saw the girl who was with them disappear in search of fridge magnets. "ferris wheel?" jamal asked even though he knew the answer "ferris wheel." she confirmed. they almost gave up when they saw the size of the line but when would they have the opportunity to do it again?

"yn?" a tall, dark-haired boy said as soon as he saw yn behind him in line "edoardo, how long have we not seen each other?" she gave him a hug. "a long time ago. you abandoned your Italian friends." jamal watched the two without remembering if he had ever met this friend of hers. "oh, this is jamal my friend and this is edoardo also my friend." she laughed after introducing them and they promptly exchanged handshakes. "i thought he was your boyfriend." edoardo joked and ended up making yn embarrassed.

jamal felt jealousy consume him with just that small interaction. who is this guy? why did yn never talk about him? jamal's mind was trying to process both pieces of information.

on christmas eve last year, jamal came to the conclusion of what he felt for yn, and he has been keeping this secret for a year. no moment seemed like the right time to tell the girl. but the truth is that they are both afraid of losing each other's friendship.

"our time." yn gently pulled the arm of his friend who was lost in his own thoughts. "i thought it would take longer." yn commented as she entered one of the cabins. the two sat side by side and yn laughed for no reason. "i've never seen anyone love a ferris wheel as much as you do." jamal said, and soon the wheel began to spin, but it didn't last even two minutes. the wheel stopped working when jamal and yn were at the highest point. "look, musiala, i love a ferris wheel but i'm terrified of heights." curious. "don't worry, they should fix it in no time." jamal pulled her friend close. "stay close, everything will be okay." yn intertwined their hands. "i didn't know someone who loved ferris wheels could be afraid of heights." yn, who was staring at the boy so she wouldn't have to look down, rolled her eyes. "one thing has nothing to do with the other." musiala let out a laugh.

2.4.8.10 minutes passed and the ferris wheel still didn't turn. jamal looked down and saw a fire truck arriving and a crowd forming around the ride. he imagine the news channels with the headline "bayern munich player trapped on ferris wheel in london." but at least he wasn't alone. at least he was with yn. "let's talk." he said to the girl next to him "about?" she asked "why don't you want to spend christmas at my house?" he asked "but who said i don't want to?" yn was confused "you." he replied "i didn't say anything like that, i just said i wanted to spend christmas with my mom at least once." jamal nodded "was it because of last christmas?" yn let go of the boy's hand "of course not." the player laughed mockingly "i didn't mean to kiss you." yn stared at him.

last christmas, munich, musiala's family home. yn and jamal kissed, it is not known if it was accidental or intentional, but they kissed long enough. jamal knows that yn does not drink, but he thought she was drunk, even though he was the one who initiated the kiss.

"jamal, i love you." the boy's eyes widened at his friend's unexpected confession. "what?" musiala asked in disbelief. "i love you more than as a friend." yn said this and immediately thought she was out of her mind because she had been stuck for ten minutes at the highest point of the ferris wheel. during christmas week she is stuck on the ferris wheel with her best friend, who she is in love with. "is that why you don't want to spend christmas with me?" he asked and yn nodded she wanted to explain better but the nervousness of confessing her feelings to musiala and being stuck on a ferris wheel prevented her from speaking. "i love you too miss yn." musiala put his arm around her back "i love you more than you know." yn looked at him. 

the ferris wheel started working again and the two laughed simply because they were startled. they hugged in silence until the cabin was back in its original position. "are you okay?", "i apologize for what happened." they heard the ride employees and some people who were there ask them and just nodded. yn pulled jamal by the hand and led him to a less busy part of the fair.

"why didn't you tell me before?" she was standing in front of him with her arms crossed "why didn't you tell me before?" he repeated the question. "oh, jamal! come on, i was afraid of ruining our friendship." musiala put his hands on her shoulders "just like me. you never gave any signs that you reciprocated those feelings." yn rolled her eyes "we kissed. i kissed back. didn't i give any signs?" yn stared at jamal "but that day we were so excited..." jamal tucked two strands of yn's hair behind her ear. "but anyway, i love you and i'm glad to know that it's mutual." 

jamal had his hands holding the girl's face. but it didn't take long for him to repeat the kiss he had given her last christmas. "you're going to spend Christmas at my house." was the first thing he said when he stopped the kiss. "only if my mother isn't home." she replied "and if your mother is home, she will spend christmas there too." jamal promptly glued their lips together again. but they were surprised by applause and screams. when they opened their eyes and looked to the side, they saw their friends laughing at the two. "finally" one of them said "it's a christmas miracle."

[pablitogavii]

JEALOUS GAVIIII

Only His Fan 2

Pt1 available HERE!

MASTERLIST HERE ;)

You haven't heard from Pablo since the day he drove and dropped you off at your apartment after your steamy night at the hotel after the game. It's been a whole week...and nothing.

You never slept less and felt more refreshed completely forgetting about the heartbreak of your past relationship. After being with Pablo, you wondered if you ever loved anyone before him?

"And what the hell did you expect!? That he will really want you for long!? He's a freaking football star wanted by every girl!"you heard your own thoughts while you were cleaning an apartment out of boredom and anxiety.

Flashback..

"I don't want to go Pablo.." you were laying your head on his broad shoulder while you both sat in his car parked in front of your apartment building.

"I know amorcito..me too..but I have to make it to training..and you should get some rest for me huh?" he said kissing the top of your head before resting his chin on it.

"What if this is the last time we are together?" you say sadly and he raised your chin smiling at your worried face which eased your discomfort.

"You're mine preciosa.." he spoke slowly before kissing your lips lovingly "all mine.." and those were the last words leaving his mouth before you left him.

The ring on your phone brought you back from your thoughts and when you unlocked it, you saw it was a message from a dating app your friends set up for you before the game.

You got invited on a date..and the guy seemed nice..and wasn't bad looking either. He was tall but next to Pablo's greek god body, he was very much ordinary.

"Well Gavi won't call you again..so get yourself someone real!" your thoughts screamed at you and you decided to listen to them this time saying you would like to see him for dinner tonight.

y.n.bebe story: date outfit 💕

Pablo obviously saw your story feeling his pants tighten at the sight of your little body in that green dress but then his jaw clenched when he read the words in the corner.

"She is going on a date!?" he heard his thoughts completely ignoring the words of his teammates in the dressing room.

The past week has been absolute hell for Pablo, with long hours of training and dealing with finding a new house in Barcelona. All he wanted was to be with her again, but he was just way too busy crashing the moment he finally arrives home.

"Stupid cabrón! You should have told her you were busy! Now you will lose her!" his thoughts were shouting at him and Pablo threw his clothes into the bag leaving without another word confusing all his friends.

"She can't be with anyone else! SHE IS MINE!" he was angrily driving finally arriving to your apartment building praying that he wasn't too late.

When you stepped out of the shower, you heard the knock on the door so you wrapped a towel around your body walking to open up. You gulped heavily when you saw Pablo standing there disheveled but hot as always.

You gripped your hold on the towel as he entered inside not even waiting for the invitation..that dominance..you felt like melting into his hands again.

"Um..P..Pablo..what are you doing here??" your voice was shaky and Pablo was amused that no matter what he will always have this effect on you. Seeing you so innocent and submissive grew his confidence as he walked up to you slowly until your back was pressed against the wall.

"That date you have tonight? You're not going.." his voice was demanding and you felt your cheeks blush from the intensity of his gaze tightening your grip on the towel.

"Um..why..why would I listen to you now?" you asked although knowing deep down you would do anything he says just to have him make you feel alive again. You were so horny and he wasn't even touching you.

"Do I need to remind you who you belong to huh!?" his hand wrapped around your throat holding you tightly that you became breathless and absolutely soaked.

When you weren't replying his grip tightened and you struggled to breathe until he pulled you to bed tossing you on the bed making the towel open and hover over your naked body hungrily.

"F..fuck baby! How I missed your sweet smell..you're already soaked and I didn't even touch you yet..hmm..that's my girl!" he smirked sucking on your breasts while your head fell back and moans escaped your lips.

"W..why did you..leave me a..alone..for so..l..long then?" words were barely comprehensible from your loud moans of his name. Pablo kissed lower until you finally finished your sentence and he looked up with guilty eyes.

"Oh preciosa..I'm so sorry..I was so busy I barely had time to sleep..but that's no excuse for not calling my girl..for leaving her all alone and unsatisfied for so long..let me make it up to you baby?" he smiled and you couldn't deny him any longer nodding your head as he continued to kiss your thighs finally reaching your aching core.

"P..Pablo..please..I need it so badly" you begged and it was music to his ears finally eating you out like a starved animal until your hips were raising from a mattress and he pinned them down making you cum with such intensity your thighs were shaking for a few seconds afterwards.

"P..P..ablo.." you moaned still and he leaned in kissing your lips passionately letting you taste yourself on his tongue which turned you on even more.

"Shh..shh..that was my apology..but now I have to teach you a lesson for even thinking about going on a date with another man..where is my jersey I gave you last time?" he said and you opened your eyes getting back to your senses.

"Um..it's..it's in my closet.." you answer as he moves off you making you sit up in confusion.

"Go put it on for me princesita..I wanna see only my little Barça fan again" he smirked and you wobbled to the closet pulling out his jersey and putting it over your aching body.

"Come here preciosa..over my lap" he said and you felt your folds get wetter as you walked to him laying across his lap making the jersey raise a little and reveal your bum.

"Tan perfecta! You know we got new kits..so I have to bring you a new shirt" Pablo smirked massaging your ass while you whimpered expecting a spanking to arrive any second now.

SMACK!

"How would you like to have papi's new jersey huh?" Pablo asked massaging the red spot he created and you just moaned nodding your head.

SMACK! SMACK!

"Oww.." you whimpered and he smirked nodding his head continuing to massage your red bum he loved looking at so much.

SMACK! SMACK!

"This is to remind you who you belong to princesa..tell me!" Pablo demanded and you had tears in your eyes but out of pure ecstasy of being so freaking turned on by him right now.

"Pablo Gavi! I belong to Pablo Gavi!" you said and he nodded kissing your forehead before laying back making you straddle his lap while he kissed your lips passionately.

"Are you ready to take me little one?? Huh?" Pablo was teasing your entrance with his hard tip and you moaned into his mouth nodding your head quickly which amused him.

"I wanna hear you..tell me" Pablo whispered and you felt a shiver move down your spine in anticipation. You would do anything he asks of you in this moment, needing desperately to feel him inside again.

"P..please P..Pablo..make me yours again..fuck me so good I never think of anyone else..make me your good little fan again!!" you were begging him and he enjoyed every second of it before fitting himself deep inside of your tight pussy.

"F..fuck! This is exactly what I needed after such a stressful week..I bet you would let me fuck every night like this..let me release my tension in you..my good little fan??" he was rutting into you and you felt him twitch inside your stomach making you moan loudly.

"M..mhmm..you can f..fuck me every night P..Pablo..only you" you moaned as he picked up a pace pulling on your hair and making you both get closer to your highs.

"G..good little fan..and ALL MINE!" Pablo groaned into your neck while your hands held his hair as he flipped you over and got on top fucking you into oblivion.

After hours of Pablo feeling every inch of you body, he was still tirelessly drilling into you while you laid there completely fucked out and happy feeling your walls contract him one more time.

"Such a good girl..give me one more baby..do it for me like a good little fan" Pablo groaned feeling you reach your high once more your whole body twitching in response which made him groan and get close to exploding himself.

"F..fuck baby! I'm gonna cum!" he said and you held his hair pulling him close not wanting him to pull out as your legs wrapped around his waist giving him more access.

"Do it..f..fill me up..I'm yours" you moaned and that was enough to make Pablo let go and fill you to the brim before falling on top of you sweaty and exhausted.

"You did so good for me..like always baby" Pablo smiled pulling your exhausted bod close and you just mumbled nuzzling your face into his neck and falling asleep from exhaustion.

Pablo was proud of himself when he saw you sleeping peacefully in his arms completely exhausted with a smile on your gorgeous face. He was at peace that you were still only his..that you will forever be him.

The next morning, Pablo woke up to you caressing his face smiling and pulling you close.

"Morning bebé.." his voice was lower and groggy in the morning and you absolutely loved it. You couldn't believe that this was indeed real..he was really here with you now!

"Morning.." you say shyly seeing that his eyes were sad wondering what he was thinking about.

"Que pasa?" you ask while playing with his hair and he smiled weakly pulling you even closer and leaving gentle kisses on your neck.

"If you went on that date..I would have never forgive myself" he said and you sighed blushing at his little confession feeling like he truly wanted you only for himself.

"Even if I went on that date..I would have thought only about you" you say and he smiled nodding his head and kissing your lips passionately.

"I know I haven't exactly asked before..but would you be my girlfriend?" he said and you heart jumped at his question while your cheeks blushed bright red. He was really asking you this right now!?

"Only if I stay only your little Barça fan too?" you smirked now and he nodded his head pulling you on top of him and kissing your lips fiercely.

"Mmm of course you will princesa" he smirks as you both rested your foreheads against each other enjoying the special moment for a few minutes.

And here it finally is!!! Pt2 for y'all!

[dark-night-hero]

Imagine being Itoshi Sae and Itoshi Rin's older sibling.

Imagine one of the hardest things you have to witness was to see your own little siblings grew apart. To think that those who two would often walk side by side, play against each other as you watch by them on the side. It saddens you that you couldn't prevent them from growing apart. Although you knew it was something that only concerns the two of them, who knows? Maybe you could have done something.

Imagine being the older sibling of two promising football player only means that people would constantly be asking you of the two. "Aren't you Itoshi Sae's siblings? Can you please ask him if I could get an autograph?" "Hi, excuse me. You're Itoshi Rin's sibling right? Can I please ask for his autograph" and all sorts of shits in which you can only reply with a raise of brow before saying. "Itoshi? Itoshi who? I have no idea who you're talking about." Or "Mind if you fuck off while I'm asking nicely?" Honesty depends on your mood.

Imagine the thing about being those two older siblings is that. They either don't care about you enough to ignore you, or they are afraid of you enough to avoid you, which is obviously the latter.

Imagine, Itoshi Sae never regrets the words he said to Rin that day, his only regret is that you also happened to be there when it happened. What could you possibly do when you see the two of your siblings saying hurtful bullshit at each other? You give then real pain, smacking both of them at the back of their heads. "If you're going to talk bullshit, do it when I'm not here. Morons."

Imagine being the older sibling only means you should be their to support your little siblings' dream of becoming all sorts of number one in the world. So it should be natural to see you among the crowd of people, most of the time sitting on your designated seat, but they would never forget the glimpse of pride and happiness every time they score a goal as you still sat in their chilling unlike the others who were screaming on top of their lungs. For them, that was the loudest cheer in the crowd as you smiled and clapped your hand.

Imagine, ever since that day. Rin and Sae never really get along as they did in the past. But when it comes to you, it was a different matter. "How are they?" "The doctor says they're stable now, they're resting inside their room." "Are they awake?" "I think, mom and dad are inside." Then there was silence as the two of them waited outside the room.

"Don't you have a game today? In Spain?" You spoke as you pointed the spoon to Sae. "And you, aren’t you supposed to be on blue lock? How did you even get out?" This time you pointed the spoon to Rin. Both of them just stood there glaring at you while you just sat there, with a broken arm, a bandage around your head with wounded lips, eating an ice cream with one hand.

"How the hell did you even fall down the stairs? Don't you have a legs? Just go down the normal way." "You're old, you should know how to take care of your body." As the two of them spoke, you were left speechless with their words. And then you laugh, although it did hurt your lips as well as made your head throb, you couldn't help but to laugh.

Imagine the way you smile afterward before giving them a signal to come close. And as they did, both of them received a good smack on the head. "Talk to me with honorifics, you little punks. You think just because you made a name for yourself means you can casually address me as you?" Looking at your who siblings who can't even apologize as they rub their head in pain, you let out a sigh. "Come here."

Imagine, as they flinch and carefully approached you once again. You lift your free hand and mess with their hair one by one. "Thank you for coming, sorry for making you worry." You know for sure that the relationship of these two were complicated as ever, and yet once in a while. "It's good to see you two getting along." You chuckle as their eyes shaken, their hands curl into a fist.

[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2023°

[jamiesfootball]

one thing about me is i EXCEL at stupid ideas so! here is a Stupid Ask for your daily dopamine dosage.

post-s3, roy attempts to be A Good Coach and implements team bonding activities such as sunday board game nights. this has the unforeseen consequence of walking into the locker room monday morning to find moe and colin arguing over whether monopoly is True Capitalist Propaganda while sam sneaks jamie $200 from the bank to get out of jail next week.

This. This actually matches up well with a thing I introduce at the end of my post-season fic.

This bit is not from the post-season fic, but there are definitely some plot points I'm cribbing from it. Here have some nonsense:

There were pros and cons to the new wellness initiative in the locker room.

And 'Wellness Initiative' was the phrase they were using. Not 'show-and-tell', no matter how many times Trent suggested it. Although with how many goddamn talent shows Roy had been forced to sit through in the past weeks, the former-journo might have been onto something. For a team full of professional footballers, a lot of them had found the time to sharpen other talents.

The idea had been simple: at least once a week, they were going to sit around as a team, and they'd take turns picking a topic that had nothing to do with football.

'Share-and-tell' Beard had called it, and Roy had growled until Higgins erased the name from the whiteboard.

Books, movies, whatever song they had bleeding through their headphones in the weight room, Roy didn't care. For one hour a week, they were going to...God help him...bond as a team. Share. Communicate. Maintain the resplendent inter-team hivemind bullshit that got them so close to winning the whole damn thing the year before.

Even if Moe's lockpicking demonstration was a disturbing hour of his life that he'd never get back.

But keeping the team functioning as a team was only half of it. Truth of the matter was, it helped the little idiots to have an outlet, something to get them out of their heads for a bit so that Roy didn't end up hugging a crying player in the boot room every other week. Four times had been enough, thanks.

Colin, the second-time boot room offender, had cocked his head like a Welsh corgi and asked, "Would it be all right if I brought my piano?"

"The one that weighs 800 kilos and broke your mother's floorboards?"

The next week Colin showed up with a new electronic keyboard that did not weigh as much as a baby rhino. He spent his hour taking pop song requests.

"Do I have to do a book report?" Jamie asked defensively when his turn came around. The three weeks before his turn had gone to fucking book reports. Even Roy was desperate for a change up. When he reassured Jamie that he only had to talk about books if he'd actually read a book he fucking liked, the relief on the number-one little idiot's face had been immense.

Jamie showed up for his turn with playing cards, a case of poker chips, and a bouquet of roses. The lads spent the hour shouting about cheating, and after a surprisingly aggressive run of bluffs and flushes, Dani Rojas walked away with all the flowers.

While Roy was distracted by Dani, who lamented that now he would need to buy a florero for his flowers, and Jamie, who thought Roy's water bottle would make an excellent vase in the meantime, he completely missed the gleam in Sam's eye as the unassuming player shuffled the card decks back in order.

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Sam Obisanya was a fucking menace. One day Roy would retain this information.

Most days it was easy to forget. He had a calming effect on Jamie, who was less prone to biting when Sam was around. This made Jamie quieter, which made Isaac and Colin and Dani quieter, which gave the overall impression that things were peaceful in the locker room.

What Roy always forgot to add to the equation was that Jamie had the opposite effect on Sam, who on a normal day would never be found smiling like a post-canary cat while monopoly cards flew around the locker room like projectile weapons.

"I'm not paying you rent again, Cockburn!" Colin shouted.

"You keep landing on my square. It's not my fault you're bad at dice!"

"Bruv, quit throwing shit. It's my turn and I almost got all the railroads."

"The railroads are statistically the worst spaces to own; you know this, yes?"

"War is inevitable in a system where capitalism is dominant," Moe pointed out from where he sat lotus-style on the bench, abstaining from participating in the 'game of the exploiters.'

"Oi, Sam," Jamie whispered, sitting up a bit to tug at the edge of the other player's jumper. "While they're fightin', can you get me out of jail?"

Sam nodded at Dani, who flicked his hand in a way that spoke volumes on how he'd thrashed the team at poker. Two beige notes appeared in Sam's hand, and just as quickly disappeared into the collar of Jamie's shirt.

"Cheers," Jamie thanked him. He settled his head back down into Sam's lap, making himself cozy like a spoiled, cheating cat. "Never was any good at Monopoly."

Sam's smile was angelic, but his eyes glinted in a way that boded horribly for Roy's heart pressure. "Next time I can bring Settlers of Catan. Or Risk."

"Ooh. Risk. Should we team-up?"

Who knew Sam's talent would be putting Roy Kent in an early grave?

[slaymybreathaway]

YOU'VE REALLY GOT A HOLD ON ME

♡Chapter Three♡

Chapter List Masterlist

Word Count: 700

1963 ♡ Will Rodgers High School

"Come on team pick up the pace!" Coach Goldberg shouted, encouraging the football team to speed up on their laps of the pitch. They had been training more than usual, in preparation for the big game against John Marshall High the next day.

Over on the empty soccer pitch, the cheerleaders practiced their routine. Shelly Oakes, the cheer captain, stood at the front as she watched, trying to decide where to place people on the pyramid.

Dotted around both fields were the yearbook photographers, trying to take some last-minute pictures of the sports teams before the planners decided on a final layout and sent them to print next week.

One of those photographers was Gracie Micheals, she was stood to the sideline taking pictures of everything from the cheerleaders, to the girlfriends of the football players who were sitting and talking on the bleachers, to the football players themselves.

After a while she got distracted and instead, took photos of different things around her like a snail she saw moving across the grass. So focused on taking the perfect shot, she didn't even hear Sally sneaking up behind her.

"Boo!" She shouted, grabbing her best friend by both shoulders and shaking her slightly. Gracie jumped forwards in fright, accidently crushing the snail under the foot of her converse.

"Ugh no!" Gracie exclaimed, looking at the sole of her shoe at the crushed-up snail remnants. "You made me step on my muse!" She joked, lifing her foot up to show Sally, to which she fake-gagged.

"Get any good shots?" Sally asked, nodding towards the camera in her friends hand.

"Yeah, I think I took a few good ones of the team," Grace replied. "But I gotta go develop them before I know for sure,"

Sally cracked a smile. "Of the whole team or just of Darry Curtis?" she nudged her friend teasingly with a giggle.

Gracie's mouth fell open and her voice dropped to a whisper. "Would you quiet down? Someone could hear you, yanno?" She said before looking around to see if anyone heard.

Sally just rolled her eyes "Don't flip your wig girl, there's no-one listenin'... I gotta go before the water break is over, Shelly's already mad at me for forgetting my back-handspring," she explained before walking back over to the other cheerleaders on the soccer field.

Gracie shook her head with a smile before going back to taking pictures. Sally was the only person that she trusted enough to know about her growing crush on the captain of the football team and if anyone else found out, she'd be embarrassed for life.

♡

Darry and Paul ran together on their second lap of the field. As they ran past the bleachers, Paul's eyes were drawn to one of the photographers who was standing at the sidelines.

"Hey Curtis, isn't that your girl over there?" He asked, pointing in the direction of the girl with the camera.

Darry looked in the direction that he was pointing and shook his head. "Gracie? I've lived next door to her my whole life but I wouldn't consider her my girl. We're just friends,"

Paul let out a smirk, knowing he was lying. "Oh, so you wouldn't mind if I asked her to prom then?" He asked, watching Darry's face for a reaction.

Darry turned his head to see if Paul was joking. When he realised that he was, he let out a light chuckle. "You better watch where you step, Holden. You know she's off-limits,"

Paul laughed weakly and his breath got heavier as he had to run faster to keep up with Darry's pace. "You know I'm only kiddin', Curtis. But I gotta say, she's a real looker, so you better stop pretendin' that you don't like her before someone else asks her out,"

Darry thought about that for a moment. It had never occured to him that Gracie could go to prom with someone else and the more he thought about it, the more he hated the idea.

[lonestvrr]

hi everyone ! i'm veronica ( she / they , 23 , pst ) & a revolution veteran , if you will. i wanna start off with a little fun fact or disclaimer ? , that like oliver & his fc cody , i'm also native american ( but mixed , too ! ) , so i'm taking my own experiences with that & all of the complexities that come with being half white / white passing to this group & with oliver . also , another fun fact about me is that i play six different instruments ! maybe not super well , but i still do & i would love to learn more . ♡

。・ * ☆  ꒰ cody christian.   twenty five.   cis man.   he / him. ꒱        hold your f*** horses !   oliver newell   has just been spotted walking into revolution headquarters. they are best known for being the   singer, mandolin, fiddle & guitar   in   blue ridge rebels   and have been signed with the label for   three years.   they share a lot of interesting things about life in the music industry on their social media, so make sure you don’t forget to follow them at @  olivernewell.  fans know them for being   outspoken  but i swear they’ve got a   loyal   side as well. maybe that explains why they’re always associated with   the rumble of an old truck’s even older engine starting up, the thrill of a friday night football game and being a shoulder to cry on .   stan twitter even voted them most likely to   go to a fan’s prom as their date.   we’ll see how they live up to that reputation.

you know the boys taylor sings about on her debut album and fearless? that's oliver . not literally , but he's the boy girls think of when they hear those songs . for better or for worse .

☆ oliver james newell , known country boy & man of many talents , was born in maine around 25 years ago . he's a proud member of indigenous tribes of the area , though many people don't know that about him at first glance . although he never shies away from this part of him or talking about it .

☆ when he was thirteen , his family moved to tennessee . at fourteen , to georgia . they moved again when he was sixteen , but this time to austin , texas . it was in austin, at some point, in time where oliver first started to take music more seriously.

☆ growing up , he'd played folk music with his family in maine . he'd learned how to sing and play guitar at an early age , probably around 9 . in georgia , he'd had a small group with some school friends -- but they weren't very good . in tennessee , however , is where he'd first picked up the fiddle in another small band .

☆ although it wasn't until texas that oliver actually started to get good at any of these. during his time there, he'd also expanded past music. oliver was on the football team, having played briefly the year before in georgia, although this time, as the quarterback.

☆ college football scouts were always coming to games and his coaches would insist they were only for him . scholarships and college opportunities poured his way in his senior year , but that wasn't his passion . his little country folk band that played on weekends in his garage or at small local venues with crowds of tens of people just trying to enjoy their meal or their beer was his real passion . besides , school was never really the easiest for him , music was . he figured he'd be unhappy at tradtional college and especially having to play football all four years .

☆ so , he followed his gut and ignored the scholarships . he attended community college for two years and received certification and an associates degree in music. his band began to gain traction during this time , and somehow scored a record deal at revolution records .

。・ * ☆ tldr !

☆ moved around a lot ☆ proud indigenous american but also proud country boy ☆ used to play football , but his passion is music ☆ probably a massive swiftie , tbh .

。・ * ☆ quick stats !

traits : outspoken , opinionated , reserved , loyal , humble , creative , determined , talented , self assured , distant , reticent , gregarious , understanding , patient , reckless , shy , quick learner but a little airhead-ed at times . will let you vent to him at anytime and anyplace . will hold the door open for fifty people at a time , if you'll let him . will drive you around and offer to carpool . hopeless romantic & a gentleman . age + sign : twenty five + tbd height + build : 5'10 , tbd orientation + gender : bisexual , cis man ( he / him ) . likes : tbd . dislikes : tbd .

。・ * ☆ wanted connections !

☆ fellow band members !! pls whether they've both been there the entire time with oliver or if they're more recent additions is up to you !! <33 ☆ family / childhood friends oliver moved around a lot , so potentially this could work for something there ? ☆ a staff bestie pls ☆ touring band members ? he can't play everything by himself on stage , probably . but he'd probably try . ☆ anything & everything ... gimme gimme gimme <33

。・ * ☆ spotify & mock blog !

[strangermarvelss]

second best- e.m (pt 3)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Cunningham!Female!Reader

Summary: with chrissy now off to college with her boyfriend, jason, eddie turns to you and wants to begin a relationship, making you feel a certain way about being his second choice

Warnings: angsty angst, second choice, shitty parents, eddie being a sweetie pants, confrontation, crying, happy ending

Request: Yes

Word Count: 2.8k

A/N: finally part 3 to second best! enjoy :)- sava

part one | part two | part three

The nagging was constant since your parents arrived back from their trip. Dropping Chrissy off brought up so many emotions for them, and you were the unfortunate winner of having to deal with the aftermath. It all started when you greeted them as they walked through the front door, the cracks in your chest becoming larger thanks to their words and Eddie’s actions over the past couple of weeks.

As summer grew closer to a close, your parents kept insisting you go out more and live your senior year to the fullest, attending football games and making friends with the jocks Chrissy left behind, or going to Starcourt and shopping for new outfits for the school year, which wasn’t starting for another two weeks. They were growing agitated by your constant presence, something you never really picked up on because you spent so much of your time with Eddie.

Eddie.

The metalhead had given you the space you asked for, calling every now and then to check on you and try to talk with you, only you kept your conversations sparse and brief. You could tell by the sound of his voice he was hurt, but you were hurting too, more so now that your parents were home and continuing to pressure you into becoming the perfect daughter you apparently never were.

The sad part? You missed the safe haven Eddie provided you over the years. It was always either him or Chrissy you would run to when things got bad, but a majority of the time it was Eddie. He knew your parents treated you unfairly when compared to Chrissy, which made being his second choice all the more hurtful.

You walk through the door of your home, shopping bags in hand as you toss your keys on the side table. Taking your mother’s suggestion, you went to Starcourt and cleared your head, grabbing a few new pieces for school that you wanted to go try on. Walking towards the kitchen, you hear a fit of laughter erupting from the dining room. You peak your head around the corner and see your parents and the next door neighbors sitting at the table, a feast sitting in front of them.

“Hey,” you let out timidly. You watch everyone’s heads turn to you and the neighbors greet you with a slight smile. 

“Sweetie what are you wearing? I thought you went to buy nice clothes,” your mother asks. You glance down at the Metallica that hung loosely on your upper body, completely forgetting you were wearing Eddie’s shirt until now. Keeping some of his clothing was such a force of habit, you’d began to forget what wasn’t already part of your wardrobe. 

“Uh, yeah. I got a few things from the Gap and JCPenny,” you explain, lifting the shopping bags into their sight. She rolls her eyes and leans in a bit to whisper across the table towards the woman neighbor.

“She’s still going through a phase, I suppose. Our Chrissy never had anything like that happen, always the perfect angel,” she lets out, not bothering to lower her tone all that much. You rest your arms at your sides, letting your shoulders slump a bit, until you meet the gaze of your father, his stern look boring into you, making you reposition yourself.

“Anyway, Y/N, you know Daniel, right? He’s going to be the new basketball team captain once the season starts, now that Jason Carver’s off to college with your sister,” The woman explains. You give Daniel a small wave, him nodding in response. You two had classes together and used to ride the same bus, so of course you remembered him. But he was a dickhead, much like the rest of the jocks at Hawkins High. He would always join in on the taunting of Eddie during lunch, which is when your feelings towards the boy grew bitter.

“See now Y/N, if you started to date Daniel here, you could be the new Chrissy and Jason, following right in your sister’s footsteps,” you mother smiled, taking the fork seated beside her and picking up the green beans on her plate.

“Are you going to join us dear? Maybe we can all catch up, and you can tell us what you’ve been up to,” your neighbor says. She was always so friendly towards you, which makes you wonder how her child could turn out so horrible. Your mother rolls her eyes and continues to eat.

“T-that’s okay, I grabbed something at the mall,” you lie. Taking a few steps back, you turn your body away from the dining room and make your way up towards your bedroom. Dropping the bags on your floor, you collapse on your bed, small tears pricking behind your eyes and threatening to break free.

You hated that you let their judgmental words and actions get the better of you. Chrissy was always the one to stand up to them in a way, being your protector when things got out of hand. It made you wonder how they viewed her as the perfect daughter when she could really bite back at times.

Picking up the phone you got to have in your room now that Chrissy moved out, you dial the number to the person you needed to talk with most, hoping there is some possibility that he would be able to come help you.

“Family Video, the place to find all your movie rental needs, this is Steve, how may I help you?”

“Steve? When do you get off tonight?” You ask, a sniffle escaping pass your lips.

“I close tonight, but is everything okay? Do I need to leave Robin to do it all alone tonight?” Steve asks.

“Uh no! You are definitely not doing that!” You hear Robin shout over the phone, making you chuckle slightly. 

“Okay, scratch that. But I can come by after? Like around 9:30?” He suggests. You appreciated the sentiment he was showing you, he’s always been a great support system, especially within the past few weeks. 

“No, it’s okay. I appreciate it though. I hope you both have an easy closing shift,” you tell them. You bid them farewell and hang up the call, blowing out a sigh you held deep within your lungs.

Other than Steve and Robin, you didn’t have many more friends. Nancy moved to Boston shortly after Chrissy left, Emerson’s classes starting soon, so she was no longer an option to help sooth the worries and judgements away. Your sister would know just how to comfort you in this kind of situation, and it took a lot not to go knocking on her bedroom door and wrapping your arms around her as you cry.

You pick up the phone once more, dialing the last number you thought you’d call today. The emotions your parents were bringing on were clouding your judgement, making you not think rationally. The hole is your heart was aching to be stitched together again, to have some kind of peace in your life once more, even if it did feel like it was still too soon.

You didn’t want to do it. Your head was screaming at you to say no.

Ring. Ring.

But your heart? It was telling you to keep the line going.

“Munson Residence! How may I assist you,” Eddie answers, a silly accent accompanying his words. If it weren’t for your sour mood, you’d laugh at his antics, something you’d always do. But today, with everything going on within your recent history, on top of your parents, it was not the time for it.

“I miss you,” you mumble out. 

The line was quiet. You could hear the static radiating through the phone, nerves building up more and more as you continued to wait for a response. 

“I miss you too, Y/N,” he finally lets out. You let out a few sniffles, his voice making you feel safe enough to show some kind of emotion, unlike your conversation with Steve. It was nothing against Steve, he just…he wasn’t Eddie.

“I need you Eds. Can I come over?” you ask, more sniffles quickly accompanying your words. You used to be able to just go over without even letting him know before, so asking felt like the most foreign feeling in the world.

“Of course, sweetheart. Door’s unlocked, always will be for you,” he answers, his voice soft and sweet. You place the phone back on its dock and grab your jacket, opening your door and making a haste exit out the front door, not that your parents would notice anyway.

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The journey to Eddie’s was filled with silence, the occasional car passing by and owl cooing around you. You were lucky the walk to Eddie’s trailer wasn’t that bad, only about 30 minutes. It gave you a lot of time to think about just want you wanted to say to him. The past few weeks have been lonely, and despite your fight, you missed him terribly, even more so now that your parents were home. 

He was always your rock when things got bad. It became a ritual for you to just drop by his place and seek comfort from him when your parents were being assholes, and he would provide it. That’s what best friends do. So having him treat you like your parents did, just a replacement for Chrissy, felt horrible, and you really needed him to know that.

You walk up the stairs and unlatch the screen door to Eddie’s trailer, turning the knob on the other door and walking inside. You hear the soft sound of his tapes muffled behind the door of Eddie’s room. Not a lot has changed in the weeks of your absence from the trailer, a few new mugs added to Wayne’s collection and maybe a hat or two, but nothing wild. You loved the coziness of Eddie’s place, it felt warm and welcoming compared to your own.

“Eddie?” you call out, your hands wrapping around your body. The nerves you’d forgotten about slowly make their way up your spine, a chill cascading throughout your body as you watch Eddie open the door. The music is a lot quieter now, Eddie having turned it down before opening up. His hair is a bit disheveled, and he has dark circles with bags under his big brown eyes. A frown begins forming on your lips, seeing the state he’s in, what hell he’s been going through with the time you’ve taken away from him.

He’s quick to walk over to you. His feet carry him in an instant, only mere inches from your form. You look up to him, the tears you managed to fight off for so long finally coming to the surface, your face crinkling as your hands come up to muffle your sobs. Eddie wraps his arms around you, bringing you close to his chest as he buries his head in your hair. All the words you had planned to say suddenly left your mind, his touch against you turning your brain to utter mush.

“They’re so fucking cruel, Eds. I hate it there,” you tell him through broken sobs. He rubs your back, mumbling incoherent phrases in your ear as he continues to hold you close. Your arms find their way around his torso, squeezing him and pulling him closer to you.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry you have to keep putting up with that, sweetheart,” he tells you. You retreat from his touch a bit, peering up at his face through your soaked lashes. He takes his thumb and wipes away your tears, giving you a small smile. “I’m also sorry about everything I did to you a few weeks ago.”

“Eddie-“

“No, Y/N, please, I need to get this out there. I was an absolute jackass for how I treated you. I should’ve known better, and I’ve had a lot of time to think about us during our time apart. And I know now that what I was trying to show you a few weeks ago wasn’t a mistake. I tried to kiss you because I love you, like really love you,” he explains to you. You feel your breath hitch in your throat, his revelation throwing you. You were emotional and/or mind was running a mile a minute, but you couldn’t have missed those words even if you tried.

Eddie loved you.

“I-I don’t understand. Eds, you love Chrissy…” your voice trails off, looking to the floor as the crystal clear memories of a few weeks ago flood your mind. You feel Eddie’s fingers tug at your chin, forcing you to look up at him gently.

“The love I feel for Chrissy is very different from the love I feel for you, sweetheart. I thought that was what I wanted, but being without you these few weeks? I’ve been in hell, and I didn’t realize how vital you were in my life until I didn’t have you. You’re the only person in the fuckin’ town who gets me, who really sees me. And you’re my biggest supporter, and I could never live with myself if I didn’t let you know how much you really mean to me.”

“Eds, I had no idea,” you say breathlessly. You wipe away a few more tears you felt spill over, a smile creeping up on your face. “You really mean all that?”

“Every single word. You and I, we’re gonna get far away from this town. You won’t have to deal with your parents anymore, and we can go somewhere we can be free to do whatever we fuckin’ want. It’ll just be me and you, and Chrissy and Jason can visit whenever they want. W-we can get a dog or cat or whatever! All I know is I want you by my side, Y/N. Forever,” he reassures you, his hand resting on your cheek and brushing the hair out of your face. 

Eddie really loved you.

“You have no idea how much I want that Eddie,” you tell him, standing on your tip toes to wrap your arms around his neck and pulling him in for a deep hug. His hands wrap around your torso once more, squeezing you tight, as if you’ll fly away if he lets go. He pulls back, looking at you with sad, pleading eyes.

“Please, Y/N, I really hope you can forgive me for how I acted. I don’t ever want to see you hurt like that night again, or the day at Family Video. Hell, even seeing you like this tonight is breaking my cynical little heart. I get it if you still hate me, really I will,” he lets out, tears of his own forming in his eyes as he lets out a small chuckle. He was never good at staying serious for too long, and showing emotions was hard for him, given everything he’s been through in his life. You smile up at him and rub away his own tears, his dimples coming to life at the feeling of your soft skin on his. 

"I could never hate you Eds. Never," you tell him. You lean forward and press a kiss to his cheek, pulling away to see his eyes wide with happiness at your gesture. You smile and nuzzle back into him, giving his body another squeeze. You knew Eddie was a man true to his word, and hearing him speak so passionately to you and tell you just how much you mean to him made your heart grow three times its original size. It felt nice finally having someone love you the way you love them, no nasty comments or heartbreak would come from him, not anymore at least. 

Eddie pulls away from you and takes your hand, leading you towards his couch and plopping down, gesturing for you sit down next to him. You swing your legs across his lap instead, a laugh leaving Eddie’s mouth and you snuggle him close. 

“It’s just gonna be me and you, baby. I promise I’ll give you a better life with what I can, alright?” He tells you. You smile at him and go to kiss his cheek again, but he’s quick to whip his head and meet your lips. You giggle into his mouth, leaning back and resting your head against his shoulder. The countdown to graduation officially began, ready to go and explore the rest of the world with the man sitting next to you, ready to finally feel what true happiness feels like.

[selfishlove-tf]

5th Annual TF Story Exchange - for Jockifyme

G’day :) I wanted to challenge myself so I entered the TF Story Exchange to force myself to write something. The author I got for the exchange was @jockifyme​ so please enjoy. I hope I met your requirements @jockifyme​ .

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I’m an accountant and sometimes we audit High Schools. We make sure that the donations or funds received go places they should be going to, we check payroll and budget; we call it “cash stuff” in the office because “expenses” and “finances” start confusing our smaller-minded Gen Z workers.

From that “defame our younger generation” comment alone, you should be able to tell that I am older – not too much but I feel myself reaching the other end of my thirties really quickly. Luckily, the stresses of older age haven’t touched me too much; I have my curly brown hair, though it is fading in colour just like my eyes which used to be emerald, now swamp. Got my height from my mum, she was six-three and she gave me my current six-one. Got my metabolism (or lack thereof) from my dad whose genes garunteed no weight would be gained – I was skinny, a measly one-forty pounds.

The lights in the schools office behind reception showed my touch-of-sunburn off more than I wanted to, my skin naturally pale like a ghost flared up with areas of red where I misapplied my sunscreen. I, however, didn’t feel the burn so the sun must’ve been somewhat lacklustre that day. Sunburn was the last thing on my mind anyway. Numbers, numbers, numbers. I enjoyed the numbers and I did well in maths back when I was in school some blah blah blah years ago – I’d rather not say how long – and was in the top ten of students in my school who graded highly during the final exams before graduation. The only part I hated was listening to the administration guy who lightly flirted with the teachers as they walked by. They couldn’t see it but the “that dress fits nice on you” and “did you forget your glasses because those eyes are shining today” commends he has said in the past ten minutes were dangerously close to the line of being fired should someone actually pay attention to him.

I continued my counts and record-checking and, soon enough, the admin guy was talking to me about football. I never got into that kind of thing, my focus was more on work and work and work. I didn’t need to watch a bunch of men running into each other, the idea was stupid to me. Yet, despite my disinterest in the topic, the admin guy continued to drone on about it.

I looked at my watch; I had only been here for an hour. All the kids were in their classes so, gladly, I decided to quickly take a break and get a drink. Stupidly, I forgot my water bottle and I didn’t want to deal with more dead conversation from the admin guy and, as I recalled, I remembered there being a bubbler/water fountains near the building facing the oval. With a quick “I’ll be back” to the admin guy, and a swift exit, I was out the door and headed towards the oval, a quick hello and hi to some teachers passing or students that were supposed to be in class. Reaching the bubbler, there was footsteps nearby and voices loudly talking. I leaned down, pulled the lever and started drinking, footsteps getting closer. The closer it got, the more I heard the topic of conversation.

‘I don’t know what we’re gonna do, man,’ one started. ‘Tyler’s out for the game tonight and we got no backup since Harry left.’

‘Cool it, Reid!’ another cut the first off. ‘We’ll find someone or deal with a short team no matter what coach says.’

‘Yeah, but where are we gonna find something so short notice, Jay?’ A third asked. I had become invested in the conversation that I didn’t realise that they were now walking behind me as I was still drinking from the bubbler until they stopped.

‘How about you?’ Jay asked.

It took me a minute to realise he was talking to me. I stopped drinking and turned around and was greeted by four teens in football gear. ‘You talking to me?’

‘We are looking at you,’ pointed the fourth.

‘Smart kid, though I don’t go here clearly.’ I gestured to my whole figure, hoping they weren’t dumb enough to think I was any younger than thirty-five.

‘Not a problem with us.’ Jay, who I assumed was the leader, stepped forward. ‘I’m Jay, and these are my bros Reid, Mikey and Kyle.’ He gestured to his friends as if I was interested in knowing them. Jay was short, wide and brunette; Reid was tall, thin and blonde; Mikey was tall, tan and built; Kyle was the shortest, brunette and athletic. The group did seem like the perfect popular boys of school, they just lacked more arrogance.

‘How would you expect to fix that?’ I questioned. ‘Compared to you guys, I’m weathered. Y’all haven’t even touched hard work yet.’ That comment seemed to irritate Reid, subtly puffing his chest up.

‘Hard work? Football is full time!’ Reid arched up.

‘Reid, not another word,’ Jay snapped. ‘You’ll only scare him away, and we’re already about to get scary.’

‘Oh, I’m shaking.’ I teased before rolling my eyes and started walking back to the office.

‘Take him,’ I heard Jay mutter.

Soon, three pairs of hands were on me and started to pull at me, dragging me in the opposite direction. I started shouting to let me go and, for a moment I thought why it was suddenly so quiet at the school; no students or teachers were walking by and no one seemed to look out the windows at the commotion I was causing. No matter how much I shouted and wriggled, the guys’ strong hands had firm grips. I looked behind me to where they were dragging me and found that they were taking me to the locker rooms. They barged in, pushed me to the bench and sat me down, Reid and Kyle holding me down while Mikey went off to grab something.

‘We’re gonna make sure you’re ready for the game tonight,’ Jay said matter-of-factly.

Mikey returned with football gear which I began to question myself about how stupid they really are. Jay motioned to Reid and Kyle as Mikey came to stand behind me, placing his hands on my shoulders. Without warning, Reid and Kyle started to pull at my clothes, tearing my button up off and yanking my shoes off before pulling off my pinstripes. I tried to fight back with all of my strength but Mikey was stronger than he looks, making sure to hold me in place during the process. At the end of it, I was left in my briefs.

‘Let me go you freaks!’ I shouted. ‘I don’t know what you plan on doing but it needs to end now!’

Jay motioned to the football uniform and gear and Kyle and Reid moved almost immediately. Reid began with what looked like compression shorts, sliding them up my legs until they were on properly. I felt immediate embarrassment being dressed as if I couldn’t do it myself. When the compression shorts snapped into place, my legs felt like they were burning although bearable. No sooner did my legs start burning that Kyle had put on long socks and oversized football boots, and the burning spread down until it reached my feet. My whole lower half was on fire and, sure enough, when I looked down, I saw why. My thighs started to plump up, calves sharpening and I felt my toes touch the end of the boot. Soon as that began, Reid grabbed a compression singlet and slid it over my head and over my torso, Kyle soon following with the shoulder pads.

I was panicked, my whole body starting to feel like I’d worked out for hours, and my body was catching up. My torso bulked up, a bit of muscle showing as my chest puffed up and my biceps blew up. My flexed forearms had a roadmap of veins as my increasingly meaty hands gripped firmly on the bench. I was beginning to tire myself out through all the strain and flexing I was doing due to the pain of the growth. At some point, Jay told Mikey to let me go because he knew I wasn’t going anywhere, not that I could because of the amount of pain I was in.

Soon enough, as it had started to die down, I looked over myself while out of breath and saw how toned I got. I was in shock; something completely impossible just happened. When I looked up to the group, there was glee in their eyes, but mine saw red. I had no energy to do anything, though, exhausted from the growth.

‘What the fuck did you do?’ I gasped between breaths.

‘It’s not over,’ Jay said. ‘Look at me.’

He grabbed my chin and lifted my face to look at him directly in the eyes. He smiled before swiping some black paint onto my cheeks, and then he let go of my chin and stepped back. There was a brief moment where nothing happened, but it hit seconds later. I gripped my head and squeezed my eyes shut as images flashed across my vision of school, football, training, hanging out with the bros. Bros? No, I was an adult. I was here for an audit. No, that doesn’t sound right? I was on the oval with my bros talking about the game. No! The admin guy, we were talking about football while I was doing work… work? No, I was skipping class. My brain went back and forth and soon enough, the school-kid persona was taking over. All the games my bros and I played, the games we won and the after-parties we went to. My body, face, and mind were all getting younger. My hair turned a darker brown, keeping the curls, and my eyes had regained their shining emerald green. My sunburn cleared up and my skin looked tanned from spending weeks in the sun. Although keeping the muscle on, my body shrank a little and smoothed out. After all of a few minutes, my head cleared and my body no longer felt like it was burning. I felt completely painless, in fact, I had a lot of energy.

‘You good, Jack?’ asked Reid.

I looked up at the group, a brief pause before nodding my head. ‘Still mad Tyler can’t make it.’

‘Well, we gotchu at least,’ Mikey pointed out. ‘We’ll sure win tonight.’

‘We always win, bros!’

‘That’s the spirit!’ Jay cheered. ‘Now let’s get practicing! Don’t forget your jersey, Jack.’

I looked down at the bench where my jersey was. I grabbed it and slipped it on, unknowingly sealing the transformation. ‘Do we gotta wear the shoulder pads during training?’ I complained.

‘Shut up and get out there!’

[yutaholic]

the tight end (M)

PAIRING: Jaehyun (NCT) + reader (female)

YOU: for the past two years, you have managed to avoid your ex, the boy who broke your heart. but in order to move on, you need to heal those old wounds. you need to talk to him about what went wrong in your relationship. it’s time you started mending bridges instead of burning them.

HIM: when Jaehyun broke up with you, he still wanted to be friends, but since then, he has accepted you want absolutely nothing to do with him. so when you approach him out of the blue, wanting to clear the air, Jaehyun is ready to admit he’s missed having you in his life.

WARNINGS: mild language; explicit sexual content

NOTES: 7k words; this is part five of smashing the six

You were sixteen when you fell in love.

Even now, years later, you remembered like it was yesterday. The moment your eyes met. The way your heart skipped a beat.

It was the Friday night football game. You were new to town and new to the high school. You didn’t know anyone, but a few of the girls had deemed you pretty enough to welcome into their clique.

Normally, you had no interest in sports, but you desperately wanted to fit in which was how you ended up on those uncomfortable bleachers, surrounded by shouting onlookers, watching a football game that seemed to go on forever.

Finally, the clock ran out of time. Your new school had won. Pretending to be thrilled, you stood and cheered with everyone else.

And that was when you saw him. He was the tight end, not that you had any idea of what that position meant in the scope of football, but apparently he was important to the game because the other players hoisted him up to celebrate that he had scored the winning run.

Jeong Jaehyun.

Your eyes met from across the way. Never in a million years would you have thought he could pick you out from the crowd, but fate had her way and he did.

After the game, the girls brought you down the bleachers with them to flirt with the boys, as supposedly was custom. You rolled your eyes. Until Jaehyun marched right over to you, introduced himself politely and asked for your name.

The rest, as they say, was history.

Bitter fucking history.

Looking back on that time always made a familiar void that you’d come to live with ache inside your chest. What a happy, naive girl you had been. Stupid was often the first word that came to mind.

Jaehyun swept you off your feet and made you fall in love with him at the speed of light. Like you were his to love and his only. And you were content with that. The first time he kissed you - your first kiss - you thought you could fly. The feelings were overwhelming for someone who had never felt them before. You were convinced that love was what made life worth living.

You were busted more than once making out with your boyfriend beneath the bleachers or behind the gym. Every boy at school knew to keep their distance, because you belonged to Jaehyun. He was your date to ring dance, to homecoming, to prom. Hell, the senior class voted you two as most likely to get married out of high school.

And Jaehyun would just smile like he was the luckiest guy alive.

You used to hold his hand as he walked you to class and think, I made it. I have officially succeeded at life. You had a boy that loved you, you loved him, and that was all there was to it. You were planning the wedding, trying to decide how many babies you wanted to have, and decorating a house in the suburbs all in your mind.

Then, as quickly as it came, the dream was gone.

Jaehyun broke up with you over the summer right before you both started at NCTU. Two years of your life spent with Jaehyun, loving him, was over. Time that you would never get back.

You swore to whatever gods would listen that you would never fall in love again. It was a mistake; a painful, costly mistake.

But now, that feeling was back. Every touch with Mark, every kiss, had been enough to set you on fire. He had thawed your frozen heart and made you forget it was broken.

You tossed and turned, thinking about Mark, thinking about Jaehyun. It was an endless cycle. Passion lingered inside you, tickling across your skin and keeping you awake. Mark was to blame for that, but you would never hold it against him.

Your phone dinged on the nightstand and you chuckled, assuming it was the boy that had left a very obvious bruise on your neck. When you opened your messages, however, you frowned.

It was a text from an unknown number.

Where did you sneak off to, baby girl?

You swallowed the lump that had suddenly wedged in your throat. Damn it, did they have people lurking on every goddamn corner of this campus? You read the text again and again, wondering how in the hell you were supposed to answer.

Your phone chimed again and the text read, Don’t test my patience.

I needed to clear my head, you replied quickly.

Alone?

That sent adrenaline through you like nothing else before. They were watching you and you had no idea why. Smashing the six was some dumb challenge. It didn’t warrant this level of attention.

Or so you had thought. Perhaps you had misjudged your opponent and that was a fatal mistake in any sport.

Alone, you lied. You’d be damned if you risked Mark in all of this. You could deal with neonet. It was your battle to fight, not his.

Very well, came a swift reply, followed by, But if you’re lying to me, I will find out.

I understand.

No rest for the wicked.

You narrowed your eyes at that last text with an anger and indignation that surprised you. Were they referring to you or themselves?

Were you wicked?

And with that, you got up and put on music, resigning yourself to no sleep.

Across campus, Mark couldn’t sleep either. It had only been a few hours since you hooked up and he couldn’t stop thinking about you. Had he dreamt all of it? Was that moment with you even real?

First and foremost, he wanted to be angry as hell. He didn’t deserve being used like a pawn in your little games. But he couldn’t hate you. He knew you weren’t malicious, just reckless. No matter how adorable he found that to be, it wasn’t very healthy for the state of his heart.

I love you. Mark would never forget how you looked at him when you said those three little words, staring him dead in the eye. No one had ever looked at him like that. Like they actually saw something in him worth loving.

Mark tried to cling to his obstinance. In the morning, he dragged himself out of bed and was determined to focus on his classes for the day and whatever dull ass article he would write for the paper about which new calamity was happening in the world.

He made it through political science, which was his favorite subject, and realized he had been thinking of you the whole time.

Fuck it. Mark forsook all pride and texted, I miss you.

You were searching on Jaehyun’s neonet profile. There wasn’t much written about him. He stayed out of trouble and didn’t make waves. Jaehyun always marched to the beat of his own drum and wasn’t afraid to march alone. He liked really old music and really basic wine. Parties just weren’t his scene.

And it seemed no matter how many girls practically threw themselves at him, Jaehyun wasn’t the least bit interested. Neonet did imply he liked to have the occasional fling during the summer. Off campus, obviously.

There were only a few photos of him. He still had that boyish charming smile that used to make you melt. He seemed happiest when on the field with his teammates or when playing a melancholy tune on the piano with his nimble fingers. He was the pride and joy of the music instructor.

You rolled your eyes with a chuckle. Jaehyun was good at everything he attempted. And to make things worse, he was painfully humble about it.

Running a hand through your hair, you grumbled. How in the hell were you going to work up the courage to talk to him? After two years, no less.

The last time you spoke to Jaehyun was when he dumped you. Needless to say, you weren’t thrilled by the prospect of revisiting that conversation.

Mark’s text flashed up on your screen, tearing you away from Jaehyun. You grinned at your phone, heart skipping a beat. Thoughts filled your mind of the boy you loved and how his kisses had stolen the air out of your lungs.

He missed you. That sent a little flutter through your chest and a spark of lightning down your spine. You texted back, Where are you?

And that was how you ended up making out with Mark between classes in some random closet.

Mark pressed you against the wall, your legs wrapped around his hips, and groaned, “Fuck,” into your mouth. He’d had one hit and was addicted. There was no hope for him.

You had a solid grip on his hair, kissing him like you were starved. As if you hadn’t just slept with him the night before. The faint soreness between your thighs was a reminder of that.

Fortunately, both you and Mark silently agreed not to continue the previous argument and chose rather to focus instead on the feelings stirring between you.

“Come to my dorm,” Mark said, nibbling beneath your ear.

You shook your head, eyes rolling back as he sucked on your neck. Right where you were most sensitive. Your hips rolled into his, searching for friction. “I can’t. I can’t,” you told him. Weakly.

Mark sucked in a breath. He knew you could feel he was rock hard in his pants and with the way you were grinding on him, it was safe to assume you wanted it as bad as he did. “Don’t make me beg,” he whined, in the most adorable voice he could muster. “Because I will.”

“I have class,” you reminded, but the rational half of your mind was already halfway out the door. The carnal part was behind the wheel and she was ready to go for a ride.

“Fuck class,” Mark growled, pulling back to give you a wry little smirk. Very effective. “Fuck me instead.”

And you did. More than once.

Wandering hands explored every inch of skin, learning each other’s bodies. From that day on, you and Mark snuck around and fooled around whenever you could get away with it. Both of you were always on the lookout for watchful eyes, neonet’s little spies, but at some point, you stopped giving a damn.

You forgot about neonet. You were forgetting about Jaehyun. Even the editor in chief position seemed some distant thing that you no longer needed and you couldn’t remember why you had wanted it so badly in the first place.

Something else had stolen your attention. Sitting across from Mark as the two of you ate lunch together, watching him laugh that big, loud laugh of his, you realized how lucky you were to have fallen in love with your best friend.

You were back in that place of believing in love. That maybe it made life worth living. Maybe it wasn’t such a painful, costly mistake.

Propping your head in your hand, listening intently to Mark giggle as he tried to recap the chaos that had happened at hockey practice though you didn’t give a single shit about hockey, all you could think was, This boy is where I have laid all my affections.

A very notable contrast to where you would be in just a few hours, laying next to him in bed, desperately trying to catch your breath and wondering how in the hell he could keep fucking the shit out of you, never leaving you unsatisfied.

“Mark, you’re trying to kill me,” you rasped, covering yourself with his sheets.

Mark searched the clothes scattered on the floor of his dorm room, finding his boxers and pulling them on. “You come so hard. Jesus fucking Christ,” he said, smirking with a shake of his head.

You stared up at the ceiling, grateful his bed was comfortable because you were officially zapped of all energy and your mind was blank.

It had been barely two weeks of stealing time with Mark and he had your body mapped out and mastered.

To say nothing of your heart. You didn’t want to think about how much you had given him of yourself in such a short amount of time, but you were long gone, falling deeper and deeper.

As deep as you could go. As far as your heart would allow.

Mark crawled back into bed, pressing a few affectionate kisses to your face, and slipped an arm under the sheets, wrapping around your naked waist. “You crashing here again?” he asked, though he knew the answer.

“Mm,” was all you said, eyes already fluttering closed.

Mark grinned from ear to ear. It was still surreal, having you here in his bed, in his arms. Then, he sobered a little and asked, “Are you mine?”

You were in such a malleable state. How could you not be after he so expertly drowned you in release? You whispered tiredly, “I want to be.”

He pressed, “What’s stopping you?”

“Promise you won’t break me.”

“I will never hurt you, baby. I promise.”

Jaehyun had said that too and in the end, he had hurt you most of all.

You drifted off, content to sleep and dream in Mark’s arms where nothing could touch you. Where all the pain was a distant, faded memory.

Mark blinked sadly. Then, he left one last kiss to your temple and settled in beside you, joining you in sleep.

As the days went by, you had a whole folder of pictures of you and Mark. Sometimes, you caught yourself scrolling through them, smiling until your cheeks hurt.

It had to be a crime that a boy could make you this happy.

Mark didn’t press the issue about your relationship, but there was a little nagging voice in the back of your head that only said one word.

Jaehyun.

You needed, now more than ever, to resolve things with Jaehyun. If that wound he’d left behind stayed open, you would never heal. Things would fester.

As you sat on one of the benches beneath the trees, watching Mark play badminton with some of his friends, you were rehearsing the speech you prepared for Jaehyun in your head.

God, where would you even start?

Yes, hello. Remember when you broke my heart into a million tiny pieces? Why the fuck did you do that?

Unfortunately, you didn’t get to rehearse for very long, because Lisa came around the bench and said your name with disdain.

You peered up at her curiously. “How can I help you, Lisa?”

Lisa sat down, but with a wide space between your bodies like you were possibly radioactive. “The last time we spoke, I called you a ‘stone cold bitch’ for the story you wrote about me blowing the biology professor.”

You bobbed your head, unaffected. You’d certainly been called worse. “I remember.”

Lisa folded her arms and leaned back. “He had to leave campus. I was just trying to get a good grade on my final.”

“It’s a huge breach of ethics for a professor to have sex with a student,” you told her levelly, as if you were reciting from a manual. Not to mention, Lisa wasn’t the only girl he was leveraging sexual favors from in exchange for extra credit.

“Oh, cut the bullshit,” Lisa snapped. “You would bang half the faculty at the rate you’re going to get at neonet.”

You froze a little. Was it common knowledge now that you had been trying to get neonet’s attention? That would be very bad for you in the grand scheme of things. It would attract way more eyes. “Go straight to hell, Lisa,” you growled, defensive.

Lisa smirked a little, then she followed where your attention was focused - Mark. He wasn’t very good at badminton, but with the way he laughed, he was having the time of his life. “Cooling down a bit?” she asked, suddenly coy.

You looked at Mark fondly and sighed. “Yeah.”

Lisa leaned in, lowering her voice. “What I really want to know is where in the hell do you get off thinking you’re the slayer of neonet?”

Now, where had you heard that before? You turned to her sharply. “Been sleeping with Ten lately?”

She deflected, “I mean, you’re no different. Are you? How many secrets have you aired out? How many people have you embarrassed with what they do behind closed doors?”

You swallowed the lump in your throat and said nothing. You did not like the direction this conversation was going.

“You’ve exposed people for cheating, for fucking, for snorting lines of cocaine in the chem lab. Tell me again how you and neonet are so different.”

That weighed on you. Never had the notion crossed your mind. Or maybe it had and you did everything in your power to smother it down. “I guess we aren’t,” you said in a small voice.

Lisa huffed, “Yeah. By your own logic, you need punishing as much as they do.”

“I’m done, Lisa,” you spoke up, looking at Mark again. For some reason, he steadied you, even from across the way. “I’m trying to be happy.”

Lisa hated that you were backing down, hated that you accepted your penance when she felt you deserved way more judgement. “Good luck with that,” she hissed, standing to leave. “No one gets a happy ending in this fucked up town.”

You watched her go, relaxing a little easier in your seat once she was far enough away. You didn’t like the things she made you confront about yourself. And there was something off, foreboding even, about her words.

Why did you feel exposed and unsafe?

Mark jogged over to you, having seen the distress on your face. “What was that about?” he asked worriedly.

You forced a smile, because the last thing you wanted was to talk about it, and said, “Oh, just being reminded how many enemies I’ve made in my time here.”

Mark leaned in and pressed his lips to yours in a quick chaste kiss, hoping to put you at ease.

You bit your lip, his face dangerously close to yours like he clearly wanted more, and asked, “What was that for?”

“I really like kissing you,” Mark purred.

“Then, do it again.”

Mark didn’t hesitate to seal his lips to yours and for a very brief moment you were drowning in the way he made your heart spin.

Then, a prickle of adrenaline split its way down your back.

“Not out here, Mark,” you said hurriedly after giving his chest a little shove. You were an idiot for kissing him in broad daylight for anyone to see.

Mark groaned. “Remind me again why we aren’t dating?”

“I’m delaying the inevitable,” you deadpanned.

Mark snorted.

You thought about Jaehyun again. Goddamnit, why did things have to be so complicated?

Just talk to him, for fuck’s sake, you chided yourself and threw in for good measure, You big baby.

“If you ever want to talk, just come find me,” Jaehyun had said when he broke up with you. He was unreasonably kind about the whole thing, despite effectively crushing your heart.

“I don’t want to talk about it. Ever,” you had shot back, walking away because you’d be damned if you let him see you cry.

Jaehyun had since grown accustomed to you avoiding and ignoring him, no matter how much it pained him. If you passed in the hallways, you pretended he was invisible. Which broke his heart, because Jaehyun had wanted to stay friends with you.

Maybe he had been naive. Two people with the kind of history you had couldn’t just be friends. It wasn’t one-sided. He had given you so much of himself. He had been in love with you. You weren’t the only one that had been picturing a white picket fence and kids running through the house.

Countless times, Jaehyun wanted to approach you. He wanted to clear the air, but he didn’t want to cause you anymore pain and instead he kept a safe distance. For your sake.

So when you walked up to Jaehyun out of the blue with two iced coffees in your hands and said, “Hi,” Jaehyun almost turned to look over his shoulder, assuming you were talking to someone behind him.

“Hi,” Jaehyun stammered out, his cheeks reddening.

You handed him one of the coffees, which he took with a gracious thank you and the most confused, bewildered look on his face. “How have you been?” you asked, voice trembling. You were a bundle of nerves talking to your first love.

“Are you okay?” he questioned, as if he’d not heard you.

No, not even a little. You took a breath. “I’m ready to talk now.”

Jaehyun blinked in surprise. “Now you’re ready to have the break up talk?”

“Yes.”

“Two years later?”

You gave him a furtive nod. “Yes.”

Jaehyun studied you a moment. Then, he offered a comforting smile. “Okay,” he said, cocking his head toward the boys’ dorms. “Let’s go.”

You said nothing as you followed him to his dorm room and Jaehyun was just as quiet. Your heart was beating so fast it pulsed in your ears. The iced coffee did nothing to take the edge off, only serving to make you more antsy at the hands of too much caffeine.

Jaehyun closed the door behind you and slipped out of his shoes. You followed suit politely and waited for him to tell you where you could sit. There were no chairs or even a couch, only a bed on one side and a piano on the other. His room was neat and tidy, but uncomfortably plain and empty.

Like he didn’t dare keep anything around that he could get emotionally attached to. Sentiment was like a double edged sword.

You decided any small talk would be a waste of time, so you jumped right in. “Did you love me?”

Jaehyun clocked you a glance as he sat on the edge of his bed. His gaze and tone were stern. “Of course I loved you,” he said, offended by the question.

Hearing him say it made your eyes burn. “Then, why aren’t you as broken as I am?”

Jaehyun sighed heavily. “I was.”

You watched Jaehyun pat the empty spot beside him and you approached unsurely, climbing onto his bed and leaning back against the wall. “So, why didn’t we stay together?”

“You know why,” Jaehyun said, handing you a pillow considerately. “We drifted apart.”

You knew that, but you didn’t like hearing it. It was hard to rationalize or justify. Pain was supposed to come with a reason. “Why?”

Jaehyun spent many nights wondering the same thing. His answer was ready. “I don’t know. It just happens. You felt it just like I did. Things fizzled out.”

You were an endless well of questions and Jaehyun didn’t seem to mind. Almost like he had been prepared to answer every last one of them until you were satisfied. “Why does that happen?” you asked softly.

Jaehyun shrugged. “I wish I knew. We were kids. Neither of us did anything wrong.”

You shivered with the threat of tears when you finally said what had weighed on your heart for two whole years, “We just totally fell out of love with each other.”

Jaehyun lowered his head. It was like a slap across the face. “Yeah.”

“It hurts.”

“I know.”

You wiped at your cheeks with a rough fist, but you decided not to be ashamed of your tears. They were cathartic and absolutely necessary. You had been cramming them down for so long that you were going to burst if they didn’t come out.

Jaehyun wasn’t immune to this either. There was so much emotion on his face, but he wouldn’t dare cry while you did. He would wait till after you left. This was your moment. His would come later.

“Have you tried again?” you asked curiously. “To love someone?”

Jaehyun nodded.

Part of you was scared to ask, but you were interested. “How was it?”

Jaehyun couldn’t help his lips twitching with the urge to smile. “It was good.”

You perked up at that. “Really?”

“Yeah,” Jaehyun said wistfully. “And even though it didn’t work out in the end, I still look back on the memories. I was lucky to have loved her for the time that I did. Just like I was lucky to love you.”

You smiled at him. He was such a good person. Now you felt selfish for having robbed yourself of letting Jaehyun be a part of your life for two years. “Your memories are bittersweet,” you said sadly. “Mine are just bitter.”

“Change the way you look at it.”

You snorted. Easier said than done. How could you when you had attached all of your hopes and dreams to a person you thought would never leave?

So many regrets. So much wasted time. You were terrified to go through that again. Surrendering yourself to someone and to fate was the scariest thing in the world. You were giving them the power to destroy you and hoping - praying - they would never use it.

Jaehyun clambered over to you, sitting beside you and taking your hand in his. He looked down at your fingers laced through his and all the memories came rushing back. “You were my first everything and I was yours. I get it.”

You met his eyes. All those moments played across your mind too.

Jaehyun continued gently, “We didn’t want to let go even though we knew the love was gone between us, but that doesn’t erase what love we did have.”

You frowned, more tears gathering in your eyes. “Our relationship was beautiful and then it was just… gone.”

Jaehyun squeezed your hand. “I know, but it’s no one’s fault. We changed as people. We grew. This isn’t Neverland.”

You stifled back a laugh.

Jaehyun turned toward you more, looking into your eyes when he said, “I still love you, but not the way I did. If you needed me and called me in the middle of the night, I would be there for you, no questions asked. But we’re not in love anymore.”

You were so overwhelmed, all you could do was fold into him, wrapping your arms around his waist and burying your face in his shoulder. “I wish I could understand it,” you whimpered, tears staining his shirt. “How could I have been so in love with our relationship, but not be in love with you anymore?”

That was the thing. When Jaehyun broke up with you, you weren’t surprised. It didn’t come as a shock. You had felt all the sparks die between you and him for weeks, but Jaehyun didn’t want to lose you and you’d been in denial.

If you had stayed together, you would have grown to resent each other. Staying together just for the sake of what?

Jaehyun rubbed your back, resting his cheek on your head. “Because it was perfect?”

You spoke your thoughts aloud, “Life is imperfect. Maybe my life was so full of bad that when I finally had something good, I couldn’t bring myself to let go.”

Jaehyun nudged you and asked, “So, you would rather hold onto a memory than make any new ones?”

You tipped your head back and groaned, “God, I did not come here to get deep and shit.”

Who were you kidding? That was exactly what you’d come to him for.

Jaehyun chuckled and peered down at you, his dimples showing. He looked at you with nothing short of love and affection that made your heart swell. “You can’t fool me. I know you,” he countered. “You came here to finally settle this. You’re ready to move on.”

You exhaled loudly.

After a little pause, Jaehyun said, “Mark’s a good guy.”

You simpered. It would seem your ex had kept tabs on you. Maybe he’d seen you and Mark eating lunch together. Perhaps he had noticed the way your eyes twinkled when you looked at Mark.

The way they used to shine when you looked at him all those years ago.

You felt so whole and content, like the loose pieces of you were clicking back into place. “I know he is,” you replied softly.

Jaehyun smiled, happy that you had found someone to love. His heart felt light. He couldn’t believe you were in his life again. There had been an empty space you’d left behind that only you could fill. Jaehyun wanted desperately to be your friend. He missed your presence more than words could say.

It was a strange place to be in - loving someone so much but not being in love with them anymore. He understood why it had been so hard on you. God knew it had been hard on him too.

But now, he was smiling from ear to ear. Here you were, back in his arms. There was no tension, no hard feelings. Just you and him finally being the friends you were meant to be.

Jaehyun whispered your name and said, “I’ve really missed you.”

A few fresh tears burned your eyes and you blinked, making them roll down your cheeks. “I missed you too, Jay,” you sighed, holding him tighter.

You stayed in his dorm for the rest of the day. Jaehyun had food delivered. The two of you caught up on the past few years of each other’s lives. It was ridiculously comfortable. Like two old friends reunited after time apart.

Jaehyun listened eagerly when you told him about smashing the six and your attempt to get at neonet, and he was amused, but also intrigued. He had no love for neonet either and would thoroughly enjoy seeing it shutdown. Or potentially set on fire.

He also offered to beat the shit out of anyone that disrespected you over it.

You told Jaehyun everything. He was a good listener and didn’t judge you. He told you all there was to tell about his quiet little life on campus. Jaehyun let very few people near him and trusted even less. He was guarded with his heart, same as you.

That night, you accepted his offer to crash with him for old time’s sake. Jaehyun gathered you in his arms, holding you close. He lifted your phone and took a selfie, because he was on the football team, after all. It was believable. He was shirtless. You were curled up in his bed with your head on his naked shoulder.

You faded into sleep, wrapped in the warmth of him. You fell into memories, seeing them through a new lens.

A memory of Jaehyun’s deep laughter after you wiped out at the beach. You had been throwing a football back and forth, gotten a little overzealous, and tumbled into the sand. Jaehyun came running over, laughing all the while, and scooped you up.

You held his shoulders as he walked into the waves, submerging both you and him into the water to clean the sand off of you. The moment he came back up, your lips were on his, tasting the salt of the ocean on his tongue.

A memory of Jaehyun’s smile as you told him you wanted to be a journalist, but the kind of journalist that powerful people feared because you never let them know a moment’s rest. You wanted to expose corrupt politicians and greedy businessmen. Jaehyun would grin. If anyone could do it, it was you.

He wanted to be a teacher. For now anyway. Jaehyun had yet to find his calling in life. The problem with being good at everything was that there wasn’t one thing he excelled at and Jaehyun hadn’t discovered his niche. Being the golden boy didn’t feel like a blessing. More like a curse.

And finally a memory of Jaehyun’s soft moans as he came inside you, your legs wrapped around his hips. There was nothing left now. You had given him all of you, mind and heart, body and soul. You would never forget the pleasure on his face and how good it felt to be locked together with him.

No regrets.

You knew that you were lucky to have fallen in love with someone as gentle and as loving as Jaehyun. All of your experiences, all of those firsts, were good ones because of him.

That was enough. Your time with Jaehyun wasn’t a waste.

The next morning, you slipped out of his bed and pressed a sweet, grateful kiss to his brow. Jaehyun mumbled something about texting you later and with a smile, you told him to go back to sleep and thanked him for being there for you.

You walked across the yard to your dorm. The sun had started to come up, painting the dawn in hues of orange and pink. As you walked alone, you oddly enough felt like a new person.

Or maybe the old you that you had grown to miss was back in some way. You felt lighter, freer. Like a massive weight had been lifted off of you. But you were also stronger, ready for whatever life threw your way next.

That seemed to be a theme with these boys. With each time you let your walls down and allowed one of them in, they left your heart in a better state than when you’d met them.

Now, there was a twist you never saw coming.

Stopping still, you peered down at your phone, studying the photo Jaehyun had taken last night. For a moment, you stood there, finger hovering over the delete icon.

Then, you swiped. You looked through the photos of you and Mark. Johnny followed and Yuta and Jeno. These photos were personal. They meant something.

There was no doubt in your mind that they should never be seen by anyone else.

You didn’t want the story anymore. You would find something else to write. If Doyoung didn’t take into account all the pieces you’d written for the paper to date when considering his replacement, well, you’d just have to live with that.

But did you even deserve it? After all, as Lisa said, you had made your career out of exposing scandals and sins. If you sat on the editor’s chair, you wouldn’t be a team leader. You would be a tyrant. Someone who only knew how to chase what would benefit her.

“Damn it,” you murmured, running a hand through your hair. The past few months had changed you, really changed you.

The campus started to wake up and you scurried into your dorm room. You took a shower, preparing for a day of classes and more importantly, another day spent stealing moments with Mark.

You couldn’t wait to tell him that you were all his. No holding back anymore. No more doubts or fears.

After dressing and fixing your hair, you pulled out your phone again and took one last look at the photos. Deleting them felt like the right thing to do; what you knew in your heart of hearts needed to be done.

Before you could, an alert chimed on your phone.

There was a new post attached to your profile on neonet.

You opened it hurriedly and your heart sank into the pit of your stomach.

Do mine eyes deceive me or did our campus slut do the walk of shame out of the golden boy’s dorm room early this morning? This is breaking news. Now, who is going to break it to the mama’s boy? He’s in love with her, after all.

You read it again. And again. No, this couldn’t be real. This was straight out of a sick and twisted nightmare. There was no way in hell someone had seen you leave Jaehyun’s dorm.

Even worse, someone knew about you and Mark.

Your hands were shaking. Turning on your heels, you raced out of your room. You flew across the grounds, back in the direction of the boys’ dorms. You had never run so hard in your entire life.

And as you did, you called Mark over and over, but he didn’t answer his phone. Not that you expected him to. You didn’t hook up with Jaehyun, but you knew how it looked. You knew no one would believe you.

Panting and out of breath when you reached the dorms, you were surprised to see a lone figure sitting on the stairs.

It was Haechan.

“Where’s Mark?” you asked desperately, picturing a furious Mark storming out of the dorm and Haechan, still dressed in his pajamas, trying to calm him down.

Haechan was seething, scowling at you with disdain, and said emotionlessly, “He went for a walk. Needed to clear his head.” Then, he pointed to the path on the right.

“Fuck.”

You sprinted down the path, wondering if Haechan had spitefully sent you in the opposite direction of his best friend. You wouldn’t have blamed him, but it would cost you precious time that you didn’t have.

Relief and fear gathered in your chest when you came upon Mark shortly, considering how fast you’d been running.

“Mark, let me explain,” you called, reaching out and grabbing his arm.

Mark had been marching. He was angry enough to break through walls, to say nothing of how much pain his heart was in. Never in his life had he felt so betrayed. Yanking his arm out of your grasp, he rounded on you and spat, “You didn’t mean any of it, did you?”

“I meant every goddamn word,” you told him firmly, still trying to catch your breath. “Please let me explain.”

Mark shook his head vehemently. “No. I don’t want to talk to you.” He didn’t even want to look at you, to be honest. You had just crushed him so badly Mark was convinced he would never recover. No one had ever wounded him like this.

That’s what love was, after all. Handing someone the power to hurt you and hoping they didn’t use it. And if they did, you had no one to blame but yourself.

“It’s not what it looks like,” you pressed, reaching for him again. The words wouldn’t come. You couldn't get your thoughts together fast enough.

Mark was trying to hold it in, but he couldn’t. “God, I fucking hate you,” he yelled at the top of his lungs. “Do you know that? And do you even know why?”

You were rooted in place, panicking that the boy you loved was slipping through your fingers. All you could say was, “Why?”

Mark’s eyes were brimming with tears. “Because if you wanted me as part of your six, all you had to do was say that. We could have fucked and that would have been it. But you said you love me! You brought love into this! Why would you fucking do that?”

His voice was breaking. Mark was getting buried alive by his own emotions.

“Because I meant it,” you cried, tears pouring down your face. “You mean something to me!”

“You played with my feelings. You used me just like you use everyone else to get what you want.”

Your heart was panicking. He hates me.

You gave one final plea, “Mark, please. Nothing happened. I love you!”

“No, you don’t. You love no one but yourself,” Mark hissed, which was worse than if he had shouted the words in your face.

You stood there and watched him go, covering your face as you cried. You couldn’t breathe. Rather than pain, there was rage. You had spent so many years in pain, you maxed out.

There was only anger. It felt like a wildfire coursing through your body, leaving nothing unscathed and burnt to the core until only ashes remained.

Finally, you had come full circle. You had finally come to terms with your feelings. You settled the past with Jaehyun and accepted a future with Mark.

Neonet had taken that away from you. They had crossed the line.

Wiping away your tears, you walked back to your dorm with purpose in your step. Once inside your room, you opened your profile on neonet. Never had you posted there. Not once.

You pressed send, publishing your first post on the site. And it consisted of only two words.

Fuck you.

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