#I'm not a football fan but I almost cried

[woso-dreamzzz]

Illness

Barcelona Femení x Teen!Reader

Summary: You hide an illness

If you weren't delirious with a fever and sweating bullets, you would have described this moment as the most embarrassing moment of your life.

The semi-final El Clásico was one of the most important of the season and it was such bad luck that you had fallen ill the week before. It was most likely the flu but you never went to any doctor to get it checked out. Instead, you hunkered down in your apartment and refused to leave until you got better.

Only, you never did get fully better. Your immune system was as strong as a wall of feathers so you just decided to channel your inner Oscar winner and pretend you were fine.

You arrived at training every day after taking enough painkillers to fell an ox and hydrate yourself to the point that you were sure that your bladder had to force itself to grow.

It paid off though because you were part of the squad going to Madrid and you caught up on sleep during the train ride so could keep up your façade all the way up to the match day.

Your head was pounding as you finally stepped onto the pitch about ten minutes after half time, sliding easily into Lucy's position as the ball went back into play.

Thankfully, football was an instinct rather than a conscious thought at this point and even with a banging headache, achy limbs and a blocked nose, you played without much issue.

"Hey," Irene said as you took a little break from running to walk over to the corner that was being set up," You okay? You're slower than usual today."

You fanned yourself with your jersey. "Just a little hot."

She gave you an odd look. "It isn't that hot. You haven't been on the pitch for long."

You gave her a shrug and lied straight to her face," Really? I guess I'm just running warm today." You picked up the pace and slotted yourself between Athenea and Olga.

It was almost slow motion as Salma sent a cross into the box. Olga tried to push you forward and away while Athenea's elbow stabbed you straight in the eye.

You dropped like a brick backwards into Olga, who surprised by your sudden weight, dropped you on the floor. Your head banged painfully against the grass and you groaned.

There was a slight ringing in your ears but you couldn't focus on anything but the desperate churning of your stomach. You squeezed your eyes tight to try to stem the swirling but it just made stars explode behind your eyelids as your face throbbed from Athenea's elbow.

Your stomach bubbled up and you felt a hand on your shoulder.

"Hey, kid, you okay?" It was Irene and she jostled you slightly.

That was what did it and you rolled over onto your stomach just in time to surrender your dinner.

You burst into tears, sobbing into the grass.

"Holy shit, y/n," Mariona said," You're burning up! Are you sick?"

"You're sick?!"

You continued to cry into the grass. With your usual caretaker (Alexia) out of the team for the rest of the month, it meant Irene was in charge of you.

You couldn't decide if you would rather Alexia at this moment.

"Go away," You cried into the grass.

"Can't do that," Ingrid said as she crouched over you," The medics are coming to get you."

You turned your head to look at her.

"She got you good, huh?" Ingrid said, her fingers ghosting over your swollen eye.

"Ingrid," You croaked out," My head hurts."

"I'm sure. That was a nasty fall."

"Hurt before that too."

She made a sympathetic noise as she helped you sit up for the medics to have a proper look at you.

You were escorted straight off when they checked the dilation of your pupils.

Lucy trailed back with you along with Marta, who looked to already be on the phone with Alexia. You knew your caretaker would be watching the match so it wasn't a surprise that she had already called someone the moment you went down.

"Got quite the shiner there," Lucy commented as she inspected your bruised eye," Trying to look like Mapi?"

"At least it isn't bleeding," You said before descending into a coughing fit, thumping at your chest to try and regain your breath.

Lucy laughed but quietened when Marta held the phone out to you. You tried to ignore the sinking feeling you felt when you saw Alexia's contact picture.

You cleared your throat.

"Hola?"

"I knew it!" Alexia declared.

"Know what?" You tried to play dumb even though your whole body protested.

"When I saw you yesterday and you told me you were back to full health! I knew you were lying to me! You're still sick!"

"Barely." Your defence didn't help when you started coughing again.

"You sound horrible," Alexia said bluntly," You're not playing the final. I'll have you benched."

"I'll be benched anyway. I've got a bruise the size of my fucking country on my eye and a concussion, probably."

"We'll have a talk about hiding illness when you get home," Alexia said," And I'll have to leave a message for your captain."

You would have rolled your eyes if it didn't cause a whole new pain to shoot through your skull. Your nose was all blocked up again so the pressure in your head was only mounting. "You're my captain."

"Your national captain."

"Oh, what? You can't tell Leah! She'll go barmy! I'll be lectured for hours!"

"You're being lectured regardless, by me," Alexia said," Now, rest up, drinks lots and I'll see you in a few days."

You didn't even get the chance to watch the end of the match because Marta forced you back to the hotel and into your room.

"No screens," She said when you moved to turn on the tv.

"Well, what else am I meant to do?" You complained, blowing out your nose.

"Well, for one, you can use the bucket on the floor if you feel like you're going to be sick."

"I'm not going to throw up."

"You threw up on the pitch." Marta just had to remind you of the most embarrassing moment of your life and your cheeks flushed red out of embarrassment now instead of your fever.

"But I won't now."

Marta didn't get time to respond because the door to your room got thrown open and Patri sprawled herself next to you on the bed.

"Welcome back to the land of the living," She teased, dumping some chocolate onto your lap.

"Patri," Marta groaned," She's sick and injured. She needs rest."

"She needs company. She's still human. You can't just lock her in her room like she's Rapunzel."

Marta rolled her eyes and swatted at Patri. "She doesn't need you hindering her recovery. Go on, out with you."

"Nah," Patri said as she got comfortable," I think I'll stay here. Besides, y/n wants me to stay."

You sent Marta your most pathetic and sad look.

"Please, Marta?" You begged," I promise she'll help me. It'll be nice to have some company."

Marta sighed deeply. "Fine but just for now. This all might change by the time Alexia gets her."

You groaned and flopped back to lay against your pillows properly. "Don't remind me."

[wildlife4life]

WIP Wednesday

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Alrighty ya'll, I am super tired, and I literally just threw this snippet together, but it is part of the noted NFL Buck plan. Here is some more Buck perspective before coming to LA. (Everything NFL Buck can be found here!)

Somehow, he and Eddie went almost eight months without having the whole Buck not being out in public discussion. There had been some tossed away comments, 'I'm just your dirty little secret.' and 'What would the fans think if they knew pretty boy Buckley liked to suck cock?' and even 'Apparently you're the schools most eligible bachelor. If they only knew.' But no actual conversations. To Buck it was a hypocritical unspoken agreement between, him, Eddie, and the handful of people who did know. Let the world see Evan Buckley as the handsome, college football star, bachelor who isn't looking for true commitment with a woman at the moment. Once the door to it all is closed, he is Buck, bi-sexual college student who was deeply in love with a single father paramedic with the most amazing kid. The very man, who used to be so very deep in the closet and was still working through his well ingrained internalized homophobia, that Buck called him out on all those months. Buck shouted and cried and spewed out every part of his heartbreak. Each lash of pain he felt when Eddie failed to hide his disgust and panic at Buck's physical affection. The misery he pushed away each time the paramedic hesitated to return it. All the extra weight he took in his heart for Eddie because Buck could see how the ex-solider tore himself up by being with him while the internal voices of his upbringing raged within him about the wrongness of it. Then with one last ragged breath, Buck ended their lopsided two month relationship that was hurting them both. The break up was less than 24 hours, but Eddie came back with the commitment to be with Buck and to be better. Six months later and there Eddie was, still with the college quarterback, sharing his son and his life with him, and making an effort every day to be proud openly gay man. Eddie was being better. And yet, Eddie never once called Buck out on his unwillingness to be out himself or the effort the younger man puts into keeping their relationship a secret. It had Buck twisted in immense guilt and anxiety. He just kept waiting for the day Eddie would project all his own heartache and anger at Buck for being a hypocritical asshole. So far it hasn't happened and Buck spiraled further each day it didn't. Eventually, he broke, Buck always did when all the remorse and nerves became too heavy. He just wished the dam of emotional turmoil didn't burst while Eddie's mouth was inches away from Buck's half hard cock. And he really wished the end of his internal spiral didn't present itself with the statement, "I hate this."

Getting the mindset of a man who isn't closeted to those he trusts, but needs to be to the rest of the world. This will also be the set up into the agreement of their secret relationship that's been brought up in the past. Hope you all enjoyed!

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[melanieph321]

Ruben Dias x Reader - City Girls Part 3/8

Reader plays for the Man City girls academy. She struggles a bit but gets Ruben to mentor her. The the two don't hit off despite having many things in common. It all gets worse when Reader eventually catches feelings for Ruben.

Enjoy!

Your first training session with Ruben was not what you had signed up for. One week passed without hearing a word from him. You hadn't exchanged numbers or anything, but you expected there to be more effort from his side to seek you up. You obviously couldn't look for him in the main building, but Ruben had all access to find you. Yet, you heard nothing from him, letting a whole week pass.

"Pass the ball Y/N!" Coach shouted. "Pass Sandra the ball!"

But why? You thought. It was another frustrating training session. You ran across the field, the football glued to your feet. Your teammate, Sandra, ran along side you but on the other end. It didn't make any sense. Why pass the ball when you could dribble?

"No, Y/N, don't!"

You managed to get past a front line of players, taking the shot and scoring the goal yourself. Still, coach wasn't happy with your performance.

"If you don't like the way I run my play then pack your bags and go home!" He said.

You stayed back after training, collecting all the balls that had been used during the session. The task at hand took you twice as long as it should have. Some of the balls you were meant to collect you shot aimlessly in frustration. You had a need to get all your anger out and this seemed to be a therapeutic way to do it.

"Merda!" (Shit!)

Your cries echoed across the empty football field. A sense of hopelessness washing over you. You were on the brink from crying when you spotted him.

"Ruben!"

You shouted his name seeing him leave the main building. He looked done for the day, dressed in regular attire, wearing designer sneakers.

"Hey Ruben, wait up!"

He was walking towards the parking lot, a trail of other first team players doing the same. Some of them turned to acknowledge the girl running towards them in a frenzy. They laughed, thinking you were some silly academy kid.

"Ruben please!" You shouted, desperate to catch up with him.

"Hey Dias, I think you have a new fan."

Ruben, who was walking ahead of his teammates, looked up from his phone.

"Finally." You sighed.

He acknowledge you, raising a brow. However his attention was quickly drawn back to his phone, ignoring you this way.

"No!"

He continued towards his car.

"Seu burro gordo!" (You fat donkey!)

There was a ball near your feet. You stepped back, then rushed towards it. The ball launched across the field towards the surrounding fence. It hit the fence with such force, rattling it. Some players flinched, the force of your shot suprising them. However, Ruben hand't noticed. You found another ball, stepped back and took the shot.

"Hey, watch it!"

The ball flew pass the fence, over it, landing on the concrete before bouncing off another players car. The ball almost hit Ruben and this time you had his full attention.

"You promised!" You said, breathless.

His expression was more or less unfazed. Your heart sank seeing him turn his back on you, continuing towards his car.

You gave up.

The ball that flew over the fence would be one less to collect. You returned to the center of the field to the bag containing the balls you had retrieved earlier. You tied a loose knot and threw the bag over your shoulder, just then you got hit in the back of your head, the ball bouncing off somwhere. You turned around. Ruben stood with his arms folded, mocking you with a sly grin. He had exchanged his sneakers for cleats, looking ready to play.

"You said you would help me." You threw the bag off your shoulder, the balls spilling out towards Ruben. "I'm very serious about football Ruben and you promised to help me."

A swift movment from Ruben. You had to jump to the side, avoiding the ball he kicked your way.

"Don't run off now. Let me see you play for it."

You frowned at his words.

Ruben moved again and like last time you jumped out of the way, avoiding his chip aiming for your head. He chuckled. "You said you wanted to play football and now you're running. Why are you running Y/N?"

"I'm not." You squealed.

Ruben got behind another ball but this time you anticipated the shot. You caught it with a knee before it rolled onto the ground.

"Well..."

You let the ball rest under your feet. "Well what?"

Ruben looked to you expectantly. "Go on then, try getting past me."

The goal was right behind him. He wanted you to dribble past him and score. Steam rose above your head as every breath you took turned to smoke in the cold night. You let go of all thought, dribbling required no thought just instict. You ran forward, the ball glued to your feet. Ruben was rough with you, pushing you hard, making you work for it. Frustration. You couldn't find a way to get past him. Not to mention the fact that he was a stack taller than you.

"Come on, Y/N, you can do better than that!" Ruben snatched the ball from your feet, teasing you with it, playing cat and mouse. "Don't be so lazy, put some effort into it!"

You gritted your teeth and tried again, one last attempt to lunge for the ball and dribble past him. However, one second you were on your feet, the next you were falling flat on your face, eating grass.

"Who's the donkey now."

Ruben walked off the field, not bothering to look back. You rose to your knees, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.

"So you speak Portuguese?" How else did he know that you called him a donkey?

Ruben might have left the field but his car never left the parking lot. He waited for you to collect the rest of the balls, offering to give you a ride home. "Well I'm from Portugal, so..."

"Right."

You sat back in the passenger seat, regretting not having done the research on Ruben. You had done so on almost every first team player in Manchester City. You had to know which ones were ranked the best.

"I'm from Brazil." You said, to which Ruben chuckled. "I know."

"Yeah? What gave me away?"

"Probably your need to dribble and your unhealthy obsession with Neymar."

You gasped. "I don't have an unhealthy..."

"A pro tip." Ruben said, cutting you short. "Don't put other players on pedestals. They might become your biggest rivals some day."

"I doubt my obsession...I mean fascination, with Neymar will be a problem. Although it would be a dream come true to play football with him."

The corner of Ruben's lip twitched.

Silence fell in car. You watched the streetlights go by. It was nice, speaking portuguese again. It had been a while since you didn't have to calculate every sentence that you spoke, although Ester had gotten really good to hear through your accent.

"Is that why coach wanted us to meet?" You turned back to Ruben as the thought hit you. "...because you speak portuguese?"

He kept his eyes on the road, brifley shifting his head to look at you. "He said you were having some trouble settling in."

"I bet he did." You snorted. "Did he also tell you that I have dry skin and frostbites all over my hands. If it wasn't for the weather in this country I'm sure I'd be doing fine."

"It doesn't get better than this." He smiled. "You should adapt to your circumstances and dress accordingly."

"Easy for you to say." You muttered.

Ruben looked to calculate his response, but hesitated. Again, silence fell in the car.

"I take it you miss home?" He said, after sometime. The streetlights disappeared as you got off the highway.

"I miss my family, yes. And the sun."

Ruben nodded understandingly, although you doubted that he knew how you felt. Portugal was only a two hour flight away. Ruben most likely went by private jet, somthing you could never afford.

You gave Ruben the direction to your apartment complex. He parked just below Ester bedroom window. The light from her computer told you that she was probably huddled up in bed, watching a cheesy comedy.

"Thanks for the ride." You said, hopping out of Ruben's car.

"Hey?"

You to look back. Ruben reached towards the backseat, searching for something in his gym bag. "It gets better in time." He said, handing you a pair of Man City gloves and a Man City beanie.

"Um...thanks."

"Te vejo mais tarde, Y/N." (I'll see you later, Y/N)

You stood by, watching his car disapper down the street. The night fell silent. You looked to the gloves in your hand, Ruben's gloves.

"Obrigado." You whispered. (Thank you.)

[alarrytale]

Manspreading is not just sitting with legs open lol. It’s defined as manspreading when that person intrudes on another person’s space. He doesn’t do that.

Also why do you think they took the pics of him down from the adidas post if it wasn’t about the comments because I will say it was. That post was flooded with comments about Louis only. I didn’t see even 1 comment about football, the players or adidas. The focus was only on Louis when this is literally a football & adidas doc. I know Louies got excited but it was a crazy amount.

Some of what you’re saying seems like you’re just stereotyping people then placing them in categories within the lgbtq+community. Categorizing people how they should sit, talk, move, or even what sports they like. That’s just an archaic thought process. Louis is polite, has cried in front of us and displayed his emotions during almost every single show, and he creates as stated by the women around him including his opening acts a safe space for them. These things are opposite of what toxic masculinity is or masculine fragility.

So why are we still assigning him a sexuality by things as basic as the way he sits for example? It’s setting the lgbtq+ community back several years with this type of thought. Maybe I’m taking this more sensitively because I recently came out but I don’t think in the year 2024 we should be putting people in a box like this. We’re all individuals for a reason. It seems like we’re deemed less than when we’re reduced to a stereotype.

Hi, anon!

So i've gotten an influx of new followers since Liam' passing (people are rediscovering 1D or are becoming new fans). What's really annoying though is when new fans come into my inbox to tell me something i already know, have talked about a million times before, or are joining in the middle of a conversation making points that's already addressed. I'm sorry, but i can't keep having the same conversations and the same exact discourse every three weeks.

I'm sorry anon, but we've disscussed the definition of manspreading to death. If you want to read up on that discourse go into my "manspreading" tag (i'm fully aware Louis isn't manspreading, so are my anons).

About why the pics were taken down, i have no idea. What i do know is that they want all the engagement on their post they can get, they don't care what people comment, as long as they create a buzz.

About stereotypes, another topic we've discussed to death. Louis is gay. I've known he's been gay since i entered this fandom twelve years ago. He was a very different person back then, he's grown up yes, but to make a long story short; he's been told to supress his natural mannerisms and behaviour, and used to get punished for it, to the point where he's now stuggling to live up to his straight image. I get that it's hard to understand that what we see of Louis now isn't his natural behaviour, and yes, gay men can "manspread" too, party, drink and love football. But Louis is supressing himself, and his current behaviour isn't authentically him. We know the real Louis, this is far from it. So we're not putting him into a box at all, we're just able to differentiate between the real him and the image that he portrays, because we've seen a totally different man.

I'm also not assigning Louis a sexuality. Louis was proud to be gay until he was told it was not okay by his label and they got him a beard. He went from being happy go lucky to being a subdued and scared boy. Again, a conversation we've had around these parts for over twelve years. This is all passed the point of discussion. We all witnessed it happening. So we're not basing our conclusion that Louis is gay on how he sits. That's honestly insulting. It's based on his lack of romantic and sexual chemisty with women and his relationship with Harry.

Congratulations on coming out, that's honestly great. There is nothing wrong with being queer and there is nothing wrong with fitting a stereotype. Stereotypes are stereotypes for a reason. I don't think any of us are reducing Louis to a stereotype. Louis, however, is currently trying to fit himself into a straight laddy stereotype. We know he’s the most multifaceted and multidimentional (and therefore interesting) artists out there, we know he's got different sides to him that he isn't currently showing us. We also know he’s exaggerating stereotypical straight behaviour to sell himself as straight. "Manspreading" is one of the things fans usually react badly to, because it looks ridiculous, like a parody almost, and it's not authentic to who he is at all.

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The Princess & the Football Player | Chapter 33

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"Are you sure we can stay here? I don't want to bother anyone."

"You won't be bothering anyone, Eleanor. Don't worry."

"Thank you so much for this, Mark. We didn't know where else to go" Declan says.

"Anything for you, guys" Noble replies. 

This had been Declan's great idea: hiding at Rush Green, West Ham's training center. It was a private area with its own security, and they have small apartments for the players to spend the night when needed. It has everything to be the perfect place, even David agreed on it.

"I just hope the paparazzis won't bother the other players when they arrive for training. They will definitely check each car."

"Everything will be under control, don't worry" Noble says, giving me an encouraging smile. "All you have to do now is make yourself at home and check if you need anything, like a toothbrush and things like that. And don't worry about dinner, we'll ask them to bring you something."

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"I'm sorry I got you into this mess. Again" I say to Declan once Noble has left.

"It's ok, don't worry."

"No, it isn't ok. You didn't want any of this, that's why you broke up with me. And now I'm dragging you back into it and when you are having an amazing season. It isn't fair."

"Have you been keeping up with my games?" he smiles.

"Of course I have. But that's not what matters right now."

"Then what is?" Declan asks while putting a lock of hair behind my ear. It is something he would do all the time when we were together, usually without thinking, and that would make me feel all fuzzy inside. This time, it hasn't been any different.

"That I should have gone somewhere else and leave you alone."

"Eleanor, I don't want you to leave me alone."

"What?" I say, meeting his eyes.

"In case you haven't noticed, I still love you. It's been almost three years, and I haven't been able to stop loving you. And the fact that the place you chose to hide after running away from your family and your boyfriend, was my parents' house, tells me that you also love me. Well, that, and what happened before our nap" he smiles while caressing my cheek.

"But we... This..."

"I'm ready to give us another chance, Eleanor. I know it is gonna be tough, the toughest thing ever. The press will probably be ruthless when they find out, the fans too. But I know I am ready to fight against it all, I know I want this. Us."

"Are you sure?"

"Never been more sure of anything in my entire life. I've thought about it and discuss it with myself and those who know me better than I know myself many times over the years. I've cried, got angry, sad, hopeful… And my final conclusion after all that is that I'm done with being afraid and denying what I feel. That I love you, Eleanor. I love you and I want to be with you. Always and forever."

"Say that again, please."

"Which part?" he chuckles.

"All of it. And my name, you know how much I like that."

"I love you, Eleanor. Always and forever."

"I love you too, Declan" I say before kissing him.

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"And? How was it?"

"It was fine" Declan says, letting himself fall on the sofa next to me.

"I need more details."

"There is a bunch of paps outside. They took photos of everyone arriving, same when they left, but they didn't bother anyone."

"Good. That's good. What did you say to the boys?" I ask.

"That because of what had happened I needed to stay away from all the noise and just focus on training and our next game, that that was the reason why I was staying here. So far they don't know you also are with me."

"Ok..."

"Have you spoken with your parents yet?"

"No, not yet. David called earlier to check in and he said that my dad was still a bit confused with everything that had happened and that my mum seemed ok, just a bit pissed with what is being published."

"Really?" Declan asks. "She isn't angry with you?"

"I already told you, she's on our side."

"I still can't believe it, to be honest" he chuckles . "What about Charles?"

"David hasn't seen him since Christmas Eve, but he apparently is struggling. He... He truly loves me, Declan. He fell in love with me. And I feel so bad for everything I've done. For lying to both him and myself, for making him believe that we could have a future together and..."

"Hey, come here" he says while hugging me.

"He's gonna hate me for the rest of his life" I cry on his shoulder. 

"He won't, he'll understand. It may take him some time but..."

"I hope you are right" I say, hugging him tighter. "He helped me so much when we broke up... I don't know what I would have done without him." 

"You know, I've been so jealous of him... Every time I saw you in the press together I just wanted to punch his stupid pretty face."

"What?" I laugh, moving to look at him.

"He has a very pretty face" Declan smiles.

"So do you."

"But it's different."

"And that's why I love it. I love your blue eyes, how they are a shade I've never seen before. I love how long your eyelashes are, the freckles you get in the summer. I love your lips, especially the lower one, always asking to be bitten. And I love your nose. So special, so unique. Just like you. There is no one like you."

"Did her royal highness just say something cheesy?" he teases me.

"I don't know what you are talking about, Declan Rice."

"I'm pretty sure you have said something cheesy, ma'am."

"I don't do cheesy."

"Don't you?" he asks, arching a brow and starting to tickle me.

"Declan!" I laugh while he pushes me down on the sofa. "Declan, stop!"

"Not until you admit it."

"I... Won't!" 

"Then I'll keep tickling you."

"No, stop!" I laugh.

"Then say it."

"I want to kiss you."

"That's not it, Eleanor" he chuckles, his nose brushy against mine.

"But it is what I want to do right now. I want to kiss you. Maybe do more than just kiss you."

"Eleanor..."

"Did Mason ever tell you about his anniversary with Roberta at Stamford Bridge?"

"Stop changing the topic, Eleanor."

"Did he or not?" I ask while running my fingers up and down the back of his neck.

"He told me they had dinner there."

"Just that?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"Because after dinner, they did... Something in the changing room."

"You mean... They... Oh wow."

"Yep" I chuckle. "And even though we weren't together when that happened, it is something I've always fantasized about."

"That's interesting. Keep talking" Declan smirks.

"What about me admitting that I was being cheesy?"

"We'll leave that for later. Tell me more about this fantasy of yours."

"Well..." I say, biting my lip. "I've thought about us going to West Ham's changing room once everyone has left, either at the stadium or here."

"And what did we do?"

"You can imagine."

"I cannot, no. Explain it to me."

"Declan..." I say, feeling my cheeks burn.

"Don't go shy on me now" he laughs. "C'mon. Tell me what we did."

"I would sit in your locker while you stood in front of me, naked from the waist down, and I... You know."

"Ok" he laughs again. "And then what?" 

"Then you would kneel in front of me and do to me what I did to you."

"And then? Because I'm sure we did more than that" he whispers.

"Then we went to the showers and... And you can imagine what happened, we've already done something like that."

"Would you like to do it now?"

"What?" I say with a nervous laugh.

"We have Rush Green just for us. We can go to the changing room and do all that and more" Declan says.

"But what if... What if a security guard sees the light on and comes to check who it is?"

"We'll put a sign on the door, something like what they have on hotels."

"You can't be serious."

"I am very serious, Eleanor. Let's go" he says, getting up and offering me his hand.

"How have we gone from me crying on your shoulder, to you telling me you wanted to punch Charles, then me being cheesy, and now to both of us being horny as hell?" I laugh as I also get up and take his hand.

"Wait, did you just admit that you were cheesy?" he smirks.

"Shut up" I say, rolling my eyes.

"I knew I would get what I wanted" Declan smiles. "But to answer your question... We wasted almost three years of our lives being away from each other, so now we have to catch up on the bad moments, the sad moments, and the really good moments."

"You are being too optimistic about being able to be as good as in my fantasies" I tease him.

"Have I ever let you down when we've made any of them a reality?"

"Never."

"And today won't be the day I fail. You'll see" he says while opening the door of our little apartment and giving me that smile able of making my body burst into flames.

[dubiousdisco]

dubiousdisco lore news:

older nephew cried a lot, as he is a football fan and a vinicius fan, kept bringing up their stats, as even if he's like 8 he is a math nerd, kept asking what rodri did and why vini didn't win :( how do we explain racism to an 8 year old

older nephew was sick but is much better!

younger nephew who had surgery on his tongue can now almost speak his own name properly! (there's an R sound he wasn't capable of making)

why was my dentist so betrayed that i went to another dentist i didn't know you had to be loyal i'm sorry??????

[alexhornefan]

My Secret Life: Alex Horne, 33, comedian

Saturday 17 March 2012 LINK

The household I grew up in... was very male. I've got two brothers and there was a male dog and two male cats and every family we knew had three boys. Great for us, slightly less great for my mum.

When I was a child I wanted to be... embarrassingly, the great novelist. Or a respected charity worker. I still think both might come true.

If I could change one thing about myself... I would be better at accents. I am genuinely good at copying people's handwriting, but that's less help on stage.

You wouldn't know it but I am very good at... I am almost incredible at table football. It's nothing to be proud of.

You may not know it but I'm no good at... reading books – even though I've written two and want to write the best in the world.

I wish I had never worn... At my dad's 50th [birthday] I wore a kilt. I'm a quarter Scottish but that's not enough to warrant wearing a kilt at any point in my life.

At night I dream of... my next show. They tend to go quite well in my dreams. And then I do the show and it doesn't go quite so well.

What I see when I look in the mirror... Not enough wrinkles. I'm worried that, at 33, it reflects a life that's been a bit boring.

My favourite item of clothing... Bowling shoes. They're from eBay but people think I've stolen them, something everyone wants to do – I quite like that they give me that air of recklessness.

My favourite building... This is vaguely soppy – it's All Souls Church by Broadcasting House. I met my wife on the steps of the church before our first date.

Movie heaven... Any Bond film.

My greatest regret... Supporting Liverpool football club. I wish I'd supported the club where I grew up so I would have a good reason to be fanatical.

My secret crush... Vorderman, I'm afraid. I'm a big Countdown fan. I was on it a few years ago, and she lived up to everything I had expected.

My real-life villain... Meddling execs, especially in TV.

The person who really makes me laugh... My two-year-old son, Tom. He will insist on eating a meal with a box on his head because he's a robot and then get upset because it's difficult to eat food with a box on your head.

The last time I cried... My son Barney's birth, Christmas day 2010. It was happy crying. But it kind of ruined Christmas!

My five-year plan... Everything goes out the window slightly with kids – we've written off the next 20 years.

My life in six words... Not wasting a very lucky life.

A LIFE IN BRIEF

Alex Horne was born in 1978. He studied at Cambridge University where he was a member of the Footlights. Horne made his Edinburgh Festival debut in 2000 with his show How To Avoid Huge Ships. He continues to tour as a stand-up, and also fronts 'The Horne Section', a live jazz comedy showcase. He has published two books, Wordwatching and Birdwatchingwatching. He lives in Chesham with his wife and sons. Horne's latest show, Seven Years in the Bathroom, is at the Soho Theatre tonight and tours in April

[havesomeicecream]

08/07/2006, England, 13 year old me was for the first time in the UK for a cultural exchange holiday, the rest of the world was focused on a football championship, but the BBC aired the season finale of a sci-fi show. I had never seen it before, but I cried when the doctor said goodbye to his blonde companion. I didn't know it then, but that would become my favorite series of all time.

22/06/2024, England, 31 year old me is back in the UK for the first time in more than 15 years, for work reasons this time, the rest of Europe is focused on a football championship, but the BBC airs the season finale of that same sci-fi show (with the same showrunner of 2006!). I have been a fan for almost 20 years, but I still cry a bit when the doctor says goodbye to his new blonde companion. But this time I know it's just a new beginning!

And I think of how this series has always been with me while I was growing, and how it is weird that 18 years later I'm still living the same joy as if it was the first time. I guess this is the real power of Doctor Who...

This is it. This is my last fucking straw

[doctor-annie]

Part 2 of Annie and Lucifer's friendship

Lucifer: Strawberry milk doesn’t taste like strawberry OR milk.

Annie: Go the fuck to sleep Lucifer.

Annie: *sees someone doing something stupid*

Annie: What an idiot.

Annie: *realizes it's Lucifer*

Annie: Wait, that's MY idiot!

Lucifer: I’ve been here in jail so long I think I’ve lost my mind.

Lucifer: The days turn into weeks, weeks turn into months.

Lucifer: How long have I been in here now? Almost a year?

Annie: This is Monopoly.

Annie: That's a nice arguement, Lucifer Why don't you back it up with a source?

Lucifer: My source is that I made it the fuck up!

Lucifer to Annie: Turn that frown upside-down!

*a little while later*

Lucifer: What are you doing?

Annie, trying to do a handstand: You told me to “turn that frown upside-down” but it’s not working.

Annie: When was the last time you cried?

Lucifer: Uh 15 minutes ago, why??

Annie: really? That recent?

Lucifer: Yeah *voice crack* is that a issue? *starts crying again*

Annie, sniffling: Calm down, I’m probably not sick. It might just be allergies.

Lucifer: Okay, tell me this: are you like, really tired?

Annie: I have depression, what do you think?

Lucifer: *nudges Annie at 3am* Pretty fucked up that we depict the moon as a girl and the sun as a boy. They're just floating rocks in space. Annie? Wake up, Annie! Listen! They're sexless!

Annie: The sun isn't a rock, go back to sleep.

Lucifer: Annie, if you don't shut up I'm going to throw myself out of the car.

*click*

Lucifer: DID YOU JUST TURN THE FUCKING CHILDRENS' LOCK ON?!

*At the police station*

Lucifer: Hi, I’m here for Annie.

Police officer: Who’s Annie?

Lucifer: Ah, you must be new.

Lucifer: Baby vibes... hold gentle... like hamburger.

Annie: Punt like football.

Lucifer: The greatest trick Satan ever played was getting me banned from an all you can eat pizza buffet.

Annie: Why’d you get banned?

Lucifer: Touched the rat.

Annie: … What rat?

Lucifer: Chunky Cheese.

Annie: What is the one thing I told you not to do?

Lucifer: Burn the house down.

Annie: And what did you do?

Lucifer: I made dinner.

Annie:

Lucifer:

Annie:

Lucifer: And burnt the house down.

Lucifer: Wow. I keep stepping on a lot of crunchy twigs.

Annie: Those are bones, Lucifer.

Lucifer: *looks straight up* Not if I never look down.

Lucifer: Oh, they left the bowl out?

Lucifer: It says, “Take two pieces of candy.”

Annie: Nobody around though…

*Annie grabs the entire bowl and runs off with it*

Lucifer: NO—

Lucifer: Are you reading fan fiction?

Annie, reading an article about extremely rare diseases: Wh- No.

Lucifer: Oh, is it on AO3?

Annie: This is CNN.

Lucifer: Go to hell!

Annie: Oh! I’ve been there, thank you. I found it quite lovely.

Lucifer: I wouldn’t wish that upon my worse enemy!

Lucifer: Unless of course. . We’re talking about my enemy, Annie. Fuck you Annie, you know what you did!

Lucifer: I can’t tell if you’re a genius or just incredibly arrogant.

Annie: Well, on a good day, I’m both.

Lucifer: Is it just me or is instant ramen even better uncooked?

Annie: It’s just you.

Lucifer: That's greatly offensive to my people.

Annie: College dropouts?

[damnmuse]

Russians: no, there's no way we can win this match with Spain, they have a very strong team, just let us leave World Cup without shame

Russians after match with Spain: wait what

[owencharly]

1. Are you named after anyone ? Well yeah ! I chose my first name (Léo) when I was 10 because i was a big fan of footballer Lionel Messi and it's his nickname. Owen is a character I love in the Haunting of Bly Manor.

2. When was the last time you cried ? Today but not because I was sad, it was quite happy tears actually :) i cry for anything though

3. Do you have kids ? No

4. What sport do you play / have played ? Football as a kid, and nothing then. I loved table tennis in high school tho.

5. Do you use sarcasm ? Mainly as a joke I think ? idk

6. What is the first thing you notice about someone ? Fashion style I guess... Not sure. It depends.

7. Eye color ? Blueish grey

8. Scary movies or happy endings ? Both ! Even better yet : scary movies with happy endings.

9. Any talents ? If it means anything I would be talented in without practicing, none I guess

10. Where were you born ? France

11. Hobbies ? I like to draw, but my favorite thing in the world is music ! I play guitar and I'm sooo frustrated cuz now i'm in a new town I'm not in a band anymore hahah

12. Any pets ? One rabbit and 3 cats. I would also like to have rats in my apartment which I would give entire names of real people (almost named a stray cat Alexandre Astier but someone else adopted him hahaha)

13. Height ? 1m55 smol guy etc etc

14. Favorite school subject? I loved russian back then... But it wasn't possible to continue, and most of the time the school subjects I like depend on the teacher (s/o that teacher that made me like mathematics i didn't think it was possible)

15. Dream job ? Well I'm a very lazy guy with a big aversion to work, call any cool activity "work" and i won't want to do it anymore :D that's kind of stupid i know

i dont tag man im tired af

Tagged by my dearest @zapatism

1. Are you named after anyone? - Queen Guinevere from King Arthur, played by Lena Headey in Merlin (1998), my mom was a big fan.

2. When was the last time you cried? - Tuesday, had a panic attack

3. Do you have kids? - no, but if I survive till I'm 30 and I'm financially stable enough, I might adopt one

4. What sports do you play/have you played? - I was training karate until recently, never really got far in the belt colours, I played football, volley and basketball in school against other classes sometimes, never really been my thing to be athletic tho

5. Do you use sarcasm? - yes but I don't understand it.

6. What's the first thing you notice about someone? - their clothes.

7. Eye color? - brown

8. Scary movies or happy endings? - both

9. Any talents? - I don't believe in talent only hard work (read this with the voice of a old grumpy man)

10. Where were you born? - Brazil

11. Hobbies? - Idk anymore, I've lost all joy in life since I became an adult, reading perhaps?

12. Any pets? - so... so many cats...

13. Height? -5'7" / 1,69m

14. Favorite school subject? - History

15. Dream job? - I would say I don't dream of labour, but I do want to be a writer since I was a little kid so...

I tag @splinksplat @hholandies @braziliancryptid @gravedangerahead @do-not-answer @fangirlsovertoomanythings

[radiant-reid]

pov: your instagram but you have kids with Spencer Reid

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y/n.reid: whoever said newborns aren't cute was lying

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aarhotch: that was Spencer, actually. Also, congratulations -> mommyjareau: henry, too -> y/n.reid: getting called out here babe @/doctorreid -> doctorreid: no comment but Maisie is adorable

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y/n.reid: Maisie has grown accustomed to her father dressing her up like different animals

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babygirlpg: oh she is too cute, you better be sending me more photos right now -> y/n.reid: promise, i have

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y/n.reid: After months (literally since she was born) of careful deliberation, old people won the contest for costumes for the first Halloween

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mommyjareau: Henry's looking thrilled to be a part of it -> y/n.reid: and Maise is like 'really, dad'

d.morgan: great idea @/doctorreid, convenient cause they can just borrow your clothes -> y/n.reid: out of pocket -> doctorreid: i do have all the components of Henry's outfit and a cardigan the same color as Maisie's

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y/n.reid: don't be fooled by the nice photo, Maisie (and Spence) both spent the whole day in tears

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doctorreid: How has she been here for 365 days? It feels like a day and 10 years at the same time and why does she have to grow up so quickly? -> y/n.reid: existential crisis -> doctorreid: I've got a joke about that -> davidrossiofficial: no!

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y/n.reid: the best aquarium tour guide

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doctorreid: the best aquarium dates

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y/n.reid: fyi, Spencer is a Disney Adult and Maisie may be a little in love

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doctorreid: no boys -> doctorreid: correction, no bad boys -> doctorreid: or girls -> y/n.reid: i can recommend good boys with cute little disney crewnecks and mismatched socks

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y/n.reid: after months of suspen(c)e which almost killed Spencer, we finally know the littlest Reid baby is a boy

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babygirlpg: LOOK AT HIS LITTLE FACE -> y/n.reid: exactly like Spencer's, unfair

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y/n.reid: Maisie taking time to smell the roses (or not roses) amongst the new baby chaos

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babygirlpg: is that a hair tie on his wrist for her? -> doctorreid: of course

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y/n.reid: the smiliest baby ever

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mommyjareau: oh he looks exactly like Spencer -> y/n.reid: exactly like him

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y/n.reid: little Mais asleep on the jet

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aarhotch: bring your kids to work day is the best day of the year -> mommyjareau: agreed

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y/n.reid: Louis 'trouble' Reid

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badass_em: he's so big! I miss you all -> y/n.reid: you have to come to visit now!!

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y/n.reid: #3

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babygirlpg: look at all three of them!! -> doctorreid: Mais and Lou are as enamored with her as we are

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y/n.reid: my girl <3

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a.blake: just like her dad -> doctorreid: smarter, even

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y/n.reid: the Reid kids had mixed reactions to their dad's silliness; Mais thought he was hilarious, Lou was confused, Tillie screamed and cried

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doctorreid: she's not a Philipp Lenard fan, don't worry

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y/n.reid: Lou on his way to the NHL

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a.blake: how does overprotective dad feel about this? -> doctorreid: concerned but if he's happy, I'm happy

d.morgan: i don't know, he looks like a football player to me

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y/n.reid: the cutest

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mommyjareau: is that the mug the girls got him? -> doctorreid: yes, I love it

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y/n.reid: Christmas, when your dad is a huge dork who spoils you

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babygirlpg: oh i need to up my spoiling game -> y/n.reid: NO!! -> doctorreid: Matilda would love that

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y/n.reid: when your dad insists on talking about math at dinner

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d.morgan: i've seen you making the same face girly -> y/n.reid: love you though @/doctorreid

davidrossiofficial: that's some good looking pasta -> y/n.reid: never as good as yours

[iliaclwrites]

You really don’t have to, but I would LOVE to read it. I’m a huge fan of the librarian reader series (maybe because it’s closer to my personality and it makes me giddy) but I would really love to see a one shot of Eddie and librarian! Reader in their high school years, just cuts of the multiple times Eddie tried asking her out. And maybe her brother being protecting of her…. Not like hating Eddie, but just giving him that like “Don’t hurt her” kinda talk. Or a short of her brother visiting town and getting to tell the kids how much fun it was to watch Eddie crush over his sister for so long until she finally accepted! Again, you don’t have to, I just think it would be really cute to see one of those or both either separately or in one story. You’re writing is really good! And it brings me a lot of joy! Thank you!

Your brother settled down at the table in your little living room, taking in the Hellfire gang that had settled around him. He'd agreed to play a one-shot when he was over this Christmas, christening your spare room as your first adult overnight guest. You smiled at him brilliantly, and adjusted your notes, Eddie's fingers finding you knee under the table.

"Now," Greg said, looking over at all of you before he looked down at the rule sheet. "Some ground rules. One, no shouting over each other. Two, please don't be weird and gross, there are children here," he said, nodding at Erica.

"I'm eleven, baldy," she snapped, before pausing. "But I appreciate it, thank you."

"No worries," Greg said, and looked back at all of you. "And third, the cardinal rule, the one that's been in place since the Year Of Our Lord 1979--" Eddie froze his ministrations under the table. "Please, Edward Munson, don't make googly eyes at my sister. Forever and ever, amen."

You groaned. "Is that still really a rule?" you demanded, looking over at the sheet. "You laminated this? You bastard."

He shrugged. "I had to keep pointing at it. That kid was fucking relentless."

Eddie buried his head in his hands. "Well, she's my girlfriend now, can we just move on with it?"

"Uh, no," Greg said, crossing his arms. "I was traumatised, Munson. You asked her out so many times in-character it was almost harassment. Your bard wrote her a song."

Dustin grinned, and leaned forward on the table. "Do tell."

You buried your head in your hands as your brother scoffed. "Which time?"

"The first?"

"Kill me," Eddie whispered. "Swiftly, with that chair leg. Please."

Greg coughed, and shifted in his seat. "Well--"

You were twelve. Your brother ruffled your hair as he sat you down in the auditorium, pulling out his own folding chair as he shushed everyone at Hellfire club. "Now, now. So, Tony and Marta are off sick," he said, rifling through his papers, "I did my duty and pulled my sister to sub, as per, but Shawn? Your second is...?"

Shawn nodded, and glanced at the door. "On his way. Yeah. He lives near me in the trailer park. He said he's always wanted to play."

You grinned. You loved rookies. It wasn't often that Greg let you sub in, citing the violence and the generally... rambunctiousness of the Hellfire crowd. But, when they were low on numbers and desperate, you could always count on your brother bringing Tinuviel into the story somehow.

The door slammed open. "Sorry I'm late," came a voice, as a lanky figure sprinted into the auditorium. "Sorry, sorry, I was being yelled at by Mr. Clarke about tests, and--"

"You!" you cried, rising up in your seat.

Eddie Munson gaped at you.

Greg quickly stood up. "This that kid that's messin' with you?" he demanded immediately, drawing himself to his full height. "The one on the football team?"

Eddie fumbled. "Wha- ah, no!" he said quickly, holding his hands up. "That's Patrick Burns! He's a dick! I'm not him! She's the girl who socked me in the eye last week."

Your brother looked at you. You nodded. He pulled you to the side. "You punched him?" he muttered, knitting his eyebrows together. "He lyin'?"

You shook your head vehemently. "He's telling the truth," you mumbled. "He had the only copy of Fellowship in the library. It was overdue by two months."

"Seven weeks," Eddie corrected, and you whipped around. He ducked slightly. "Sorry, sorry."

"Hmm," your brother said, and gestured for Eddie to sit. "Take a seat next to fair Tinuviel, Munson. We were just about to enter Rahasia."

"You punch well," Eddie muttered to you in the middle of the campaign. "For a girl."

You smiled at him, all teeth. "And you cry pretty," you sneered. "For a boy."

Eddie's heart jumped. Fuck.

--

"And it just went on and on," Greg complained, sipping at his water and staring down at his rapt audience. You were busying yourself with stacking some of the dice up, face bright red. Eddie was pointedly turned away from you.

"Hey, Tinuviel," Eddie said, pressing a book into your hand. "I, uh. I saw that the library copy of Two Towers had coffee all over it. And annotations. I know you hate those. So uh. I found this in my trailer."

You beamed at him. "Eddie! Thank you!"

Greg glanced down at the library copy of Two Towers inside his own backpack. What the fuck?

Or the time that you had your first boyfriend, some blue eyed blonde haired track star kid named Scott, and Eddie hadn't shown up to Hellfire for two weeks straight. You and Greg had to turn up to his trailer begging him to come back, and Greg realised that the boy hadn't even looked at him once, just leaning out of the trailer window like some winsome Juliet at you, his kid sister.

Or the time you DMed a campaign, Scott's letterman jacket slung around your shoulders, and Eddie's ranger flirted with every NPC you threw his way.

Or the time you showed up to school in a skirt for the first time, short and pleated and paired with knee high socks. Eddie's ranger was oddly silent that campaign. Greg didn't even want to think about that one.

Or the time he walked in on you and Eddie at the park, you asleep on your best friend's chest as he read aloud to you from the Smith of Wootton Major. Greg crept away.

--

"The lamest bit," your brother said, stealing a handful of chips from the middle of the table as Eddie curled up into a little ball of humiliation, "is that they actually tried to keep dating a secret from me. From me."

You groaned, and Eddie threw his arms around you, looking up at the ceiling. "Haven't I suffered enough?" he demanded the heavens. "Lord, please."

You huffed in agreement. "Greg, come on."

"Nah," Lucas said. "Shut up. I wanna hear this."

Greg grinned.

"I'm not blind, you know," Greg said, watching Eddie Munson crawl down the drainpipe.

"Jesus cocksucking Christ!" Eddie shrieked, leaping backward into your mother's gardenias. Greg sighed, and took a long drag of his cigarette. "How long've you -- I-- You--" He sighed. "I'm assuming you won't believe me if I said I was just gardening?"

Greg laughed drily. "Rather late to be trimming the verge, Samwise Gamgee," he said, and raised his eyebrows. "You ever gonna come clean about it?"

Eddie rubbed the back of his neck. "Tinuviel wanted to keep it a secret," he admitted, fishing around for his own packet of cigarettes. "She thinks your mom would freak."

Greg snorted. "Our mom loves you, Eds," he said, lighting the tip of Eddie's cigarette for him, nodding at Eddie's grunted thanks. "She's waiting for you to ask."

Eddie's mouth opened and closed as Greg smoked. "I have asked," he said finally. "Loads of times!"

"In quite so many words? Hey, Tinuviel, be my girlfriend?" he asked, and Eddie frowned. "Mm. You've asked her out in-game. Hell, you guys were married in that one campaign--"

"We were fourteen!"

"Why won't you ask her properly, then?" he asked, and turned to look at Eddie properly. "Look, Eds, you're my brother, you know that. And I know you're not gonna ever be the one hurting her. This isn't that kinda talk. So why are you two sneaking around like this a pair of level five rogues in Saltmarsh?"

Eddie said nothing for the longest time. "I just," he started, looking out into the night. "If I have her," he said slowly, "that means I can lose her."

Greg blinked.

"Like. She's not mine right now. We're not dating. She could go off and kiss someone else at a party and I won't have to get mad because that won't matter, right? Like, we're going to prom together as friends because that meant she wouldn't have to turn me down as more than friends. There's no losses. This isn't gonna be, I dunno, the biggest heartbreak of my life when she finally goes off to college and marries some investment banker that lives somewhere in New York. We're just friends. So we can stay friends. And I won't have to be the idiot guy that fell in love with the prettiest goddamn elf dancing in the glade."

Greg swallowed slowly. "That was lame," he said finally.

"Fuck you, man," Eddie laughed, and grinned at Greg. "You know what I mean."

Greg shrugged. "She's worth it," was all he said. "You know she is."

Eddie sighed. "I'll ask her after grad," he said finally. "So she can leave easy after the summer, and I won't have to see her when she eventually says no."

Greg shook his head. "She won't, you know."

"Nah. I don't."

--

Eddie fiddled nervously with his rings as Greg excused himself from the Hellfire table for a smoke break, following the older man out. "This is familiar," Greg said, glancing at Eddie on the porch.

Eddie smiled nervously. "I mean. I guess," he said weakly, glancing inside at where you were herding the kids around the table for lunch. He watched as your ringed hands danced through Dustin's hair, pulling plates of roast chicken toward the boys. "I mean, I finally nutted up and did it."

Greg snorted. "I mean, sure." He paused for a moment, and watched as Eddie attempted to say something. "Dude. Whatever it is you're gonna say, you have my blessing."

Eddie froze. "What?"

"I'm not stupid," Greg murmured. "Never have been."

"No, I know--"

"So ask her," he said, rocking back on his heels. "Go and get her, Beren."

[mileapokp1677]

Three Steps to Win You (CH 13)

Title: Three Steps to Win You

Rating: M

Pairing: DaddyChan/Tankhun, Kinn/Porsche, Vegas/Pete

Category: M/M, AU Nerd-Jock

Summary: Accidentally, scientist Tankhun Theerapanyakul embarrassed footballer Captain Chan "Daddy" Knight in front of his coach, teammates and fans. He had to fulfill three tasks from the captain before his apology was accepted.

Chapter 13

(Tankhun POV)

"I can't believe it, soon I will meet with all the BSFC's players... The.Whole.Team!" hollered Kim from the back seat of Chan's Range Rover. "It's like a dream~ Cap, thank you for letting me come along."

"You're welcome, Kim. I should be the one thanking you, that you were willing to help me pack up my things," Chan replied, smiling at Kim through the rear-view mirror.

Tankhun snorted in annoyance. He was still pretty upset with Chan.

"Just so you know, I hate you," stated Tankhun.

"What now?"

"You're deliberately giving me the impression that today it's just the two of us doing the labor, aren't you? You deliberately didn't provide me with complete information, it turns out that your teammates will also help us. You enjoyed seeing me exasperated, didn't you? Admit it!"

"Did you give me a chance to explain more about today's plans? As soon as you heard about it, you protested and then before I knew it, you three brothers got into a quarrel," Chan reasoned and Tankhun had to admit there was some truth in what he said, but he was positive Chan deliberately annoyed him. His guts told him that and Tankhun Theerapanyakun was almost always right.

"On behalf of my brothers, I'm really sorry, Cap," Kim suddenly interrupted them.

Tankhun immediately looked back at Kim, and silenced him with a sadistic look he called his 'Asian Tiger Mom's Stare'. This was his ultimate anti-fail weapon, for Kim shut his mouth in an instant.

"Look, if you feel I did it on purpose I'm sorry, but seriously, I'm not trying to hide anything from you," pleaded Chan, and because he sounded so sincere, Tankhun decided not to prolong the matter.

"Fine," replied Tankhun, although deep down inside, he was still a bit skeptical.

Chan then turned his head slightly towards the side window of the car, acting like he was trying to hide something. Sure enough, from out of the corner of his eye, Tankhun could see Chan grinning meaningfully.

Why, you...

"You're smirking, you jerk!" yelled Tankhun. "Ugh, still refuse to admit it!?"

If it weren't for Chan driving at the time and doing so would be a danger to all of them, Tankhun would have hit Chan. So, instead he hit the car dashboard quite hard.

"Okay, okay~" confessed Chan as he snickered. "Forgive me, Doctor, I admit I might be trying to tease you a bit."

"I knew it. My guts are never wrong! Hah!" stated Tankhun proudly, his chin up high in the air.

Chan glanced at him for a moment before smiling amusedly. That smile would drive him mad someday. Not today though... not today.

"We are almost there," said Chan. "You guys see the tall white building up ahead? I live there."

"Oh my God~" Kim shouted in panic out of the blue.

"What's wrong, Kim?" asked Tankhun in surprise. "I thought you'd be super excited?"

"Of course, I'm excited, P'! How could I not?" answered Kim. "But, I already thought hard about this all the way here, but still, I can't think of the right words. P'~~ what am I gonna say to all of them?"

"Hi?"

"P'~~~ YOU'RE NOT HELPING~~~" cried Kim dramatically.

Tankhun smiled cheekily while Chan softly chuckled beside him. Sometimes, his youngest brother can be so adorable.

******

(Chan POV)

Chan had given his spare Penthouse keys to Pete yesterday, after BSFC's final practice of the week before the International break was finished. Chan also asked the help of his teammates to pack up his things and then move them to the new house. Therefore, when Chan, Tankhun, and Kim stepped out of the private elevator -- that brought them from the parking lot in the basement of the condominium complex straight to the top floor, all the BSFC boys were already there. Chan was also hired a moving service firm to carry the heavy items. He and the boys, as well as Tankhun and Kim, just needed to pack and wrap all his belongings neatly before being picked up by the moving service personnel.

"Boys... thanks for coming," Chan greeted his teammates before introducing Tankhun and Kim to them. "This is my friend, Tankhun, and his younger brother, Kim. Kim is a captain on his varsity football team and also a big fan. They will help us pack today."

"Hello everybody, nice to meet you all," said Tankhun confidently, while Kim who was standing next to him was still stunned, his mouth muttering something non-stop in a very low voice -- Chan was not able to hear him clearly. He must be overwhelmed to face all the players from his favorite football team at the same time. Poor boy.

"Hi..." Kim finally said, and Tankhun, who stood beside him, shook violently holding back his laughter. Chan, who immediately remembered their conversation in the car, also softly chuckled. The glint in Tankhun's eyes when their gazes met was very mischievous, Chan only dared to raise his right eyebrow slightly to acknowledge a private joke between them. Not gonna lie, it felt so damn good.

"Hi there..."

"Hello..."

"Nice to meet you too."

Pete, Big, and Ken, who were closest to the three of them, greeted Tankhun and Kim back, while the rest of the BSFC gang only waved their hands. Chan could see from the expressions on the boys' faces, they were thinking and speculating hard about his relationship with Tankhun, especially Pol and Arm. Chan was pretty sure their fanfiction writers' instinct must be tingling at the moment (god damn it!). All of them of course knew (who didn't?) about his scandal at the Hattrick Coffee Shop, but they didn't know anything about Tankhun or about their pact that was the result of the incident. So, it must be very confusing for them why he brought Tankhun and his younger brother to his private residence.

Chan just realized about the consequences of his decision, this very second. Moreover, he hadn't prepared a proper answer, if the boys later on asked him about Tankhun. Oh boy, he was too excited to prank the Doctor, he forgot to think about the possibilities this might bring, or the awkwardness which was created by the presence of two strangers between teammates. All the boys were, after all, public figures, and they each had a reputation to protect. Chan couldn't blame his young teammates really, if they chose to keep their distance or keep on guard around Tankhun and Kim. Evidently by what happened to him last month, shit happened.

Fuck!

But everything had already happened, he couldn't back down now. Chan decided to play it by ear, though honestly, he had absolutely no clue what he should do to break the ice.

"Cap, do you have a list of things that need to be packed today? And how many hours do we have?" asked Pete, distracting Chan from his current thoughts.

"I do, I'll give the list to you guys in a moment. I asked the personnel from the moving service firm that I hired to come after lunch around 1.30 PM," answered Chan, who didn't even notice when his co-captain approached him, for Pete was standing right in front of his face now.

"So we have approximately 4 hours to wrap things out," affirmed Pete.

"Yes," confirmed Chan.

After that, silence... like-you-can-hear-a-pin-drop type of silence, literally. His boys, who were usually so loud and wild, kept their mouths shut very tightly.

Oh God... what have I done?

"Oka~y, since everyone's suddenly quiet, then I will do the talking, and I say... we need some confession here," blurted Tankhun out, shocking everybody in Chan's big living room.

"Tankhun..." said Chan, trying to do... what? What exactly did he try to do anyway? At least, at the moment Tankhun's words caught their attention. So he let him be.

"I got this, Chan," reassured Tankhun, as he winked at him.

******

10 Minutes Later

Laughter echoed in the previously silent living room. Chan looked at Tankhun who was still chattering animatedly about the sequence of events that led him to Chan's penthouse today, in amazement. Tankhun Theerapanyakul was indeed something else.

"So, after 18 days of no news, my hopes are soaring, has the BSFC captain forgotten his revenge?"

"Oh, come on! It's not revenge," Chan argued. "After everything you've caused to my reputation, three tasks are nothing."

"Sttt... I'm talking here, mister!" said Tankhun cheekily to Chan, as he placed one hand on his hip.

The laughter in the room grew louder, Chan could only shake his head, and laughed along with the boys.

"But, of course he's not forgetting, for he is a mean guy," Tankhun told the boys, which was met with another barrage of laughter.

"Yes, I agree. Cap can be so mean~" cried Pol.

Oh, you lil shit!

The captain threw the tall footballer's head with a pack of tissue and... bullseye! Pol just grimaced while stroking his head that was hit.

"See for yourself~ the proof!" yelled Arm, defending Pol's honor, while the rest of the gang were still laughing non-stop.

"True! Look, he even has the heart to trapped me here to help him packing. So, here I am with my little brother. Hopefully, you guys go easy on me," pleaded Tankhun prettily. Chan subconsciously clenched his fists. Tankhun needed to stop charming his teammates or half of them would fall for him before the day was over. But, the Doctor was still on fire.

"Not Kim though, please use his strength to the max," added Tankhun cheekily.

"P'~ what's that supposed to mean? This is supposed to be your task!" hollered Kim to his oldest brother.

"I totally agree with Kim! We need to make this second task of yours count," said Chan, challenging Tankhun, and then fist bumping his brother. "Boys, let's get start to work!"

"Aye, aye, Cap!"

As the BSFC players dispersed to do their respective tasks according to the list created by Chan, Tankhun smiled at him with satisfaction. Chan smiled back and mouthed 'thank you' to Tankhun.

"Doctor T, don't worry, okay? We're gonna protect you from Cap's cruelty."

"Pete! How could you say that? Betrayed by my own co-captain!" yelled Chan playfully as he turned his body to face the said co-captain.

"Oh, you are Pete?" asked Tankhun excitedly, he immediately stepped forward from his original position to stand beside Chan.

"Yes."

"And which one is Vegas?" asked him again, curiosity peaking.

Oh God...

"I'm Vegas, Doctor T," replied Vegas, who happened to be standing close by Pete at the time, as he raised his hand.

"Oh my God, so freaking cute~" cried Tankhun as he put his hand to his chest, eyes shining like a puppy.

"Oh, wow, I don't know what to say, Doctor T," responded Vegas, clearly surprised by Tankhun's reaction but at the same time, without his knowledge, misunderstanding the Doctor's meaning. Chan shouldn't tell him about Arm and Pol's fanfiction. Now, everything was messed up.

"Oh, no, no, you misunderstood me, Vegas. I mean, you're a cute boy, but the two of you together look super cute. Kyaaa~~"

Correction... super messed up.

Pete and Vegas, who was standing across from him and Tankhun, look shocked to the core, while Arm and Pol, whom Chan was sure were standing behind them, watching what was happening closely, giggled in delight.

Chan needed to act, and he had to move fast. The first thing he had to do was keep Tankhun away from Arm and Pol, while they hadn't had time to interact yet. Chan was lucky that most of the BSFC's players had already split up to do their tasks and weren't around them when this happened.

"Since you're the fashionista here, I think the best job for you is to sort out and pack my clothes," said Chan to Tankhun quickly. After this he would ask Arm and Pol to do some packing in the furthest room from the main bedroom.

"Aren't you afraid I'll throw all your clothes away? Just so you know, my standards in fashion are very high," expressed Tankhun brazenly.

"I'm not worried in the slightest. So far, you have commented on my coffee, my cocktails, my diet, but never on my clothes. Do I dare to think that I passed the test?" replied Chan cockily.

"We'll see about that," replied Tankhun as he lifted his chin high and looked at Chan with the corner of his eye. "Show me the walk-in closet."

"This way, Honeybun."

"Don't make me tape your mouth instead of the boxes, Mister! It's Doctor."

"My bad, Doctor."

They played this game so many times, yet, Chan still hasn't had enough.

******

(Tankhun POV)

"Look at them and tell me you see what I see?" whispered the tall lanky guy to his friend -- who was wearing reading glasses. He immediately turned his head in the direction that was indicated by his friend.

Reflexively, Tankhun looked in the same direction as that guy, and in front of them clearly displayed a moment that would be the dream of every fanfiction writer. The oblivious Kim had somehow parked himself between Vegas and Pete.

Unfortunately, they were standing too far away from their object of observation, to hear what they were talking about. However, Tankhun knew his younger brother very well, and judging by the way his hands were moving non-stop as he spoke, it must be something football related. However, the interesting thing that Tankhun caught from said moment -- he was pretty sure that was also the vibes those two amateur writers captured -- has nothing to do with football. Whenever Kim focuses his attention on Vegas, Pete looks a little displeased, and vice versa.

Oh, my... it seems that this is not just a delusion from two footballers. Interesting...

"Of course. After all, since when did we have a disagreement on something, especially about VP," confirmed the player who was wearing glasses. "Ah, jealousy, jealousy..."

"Yes! This is the x factor that we need to make VP reach the next step."

Tankhun couldn't help but step into their conversation. He had just finished sorting out and packing up Chan's clothes. He was tired and this was his reward.

"You two are Arm and Pol, right?"

For a moment, the bodies of the two footballers in front of him tense up, until they finally realized who had asked them that question.

"Doctor T, hi . . . I'm Pol," replied the tall football player.

Ah~ so Arm is the one who wore glasses.

"I'm Arm."

Tankhun held out both of his hands, to shake hands with Arm and Pol.

"Sorry to interrupt, boys, but I couldn't stop myself from getting into your conversation. I think using jealousy as an X factor to take VP relationship to the next level makes a lot of sense."

"I know, right?" wailed Pol keenly.

"Oh, yeah... I already feel the jealousy vibe coming between the two of them, even though I just met them today."

"Oh my God, Doctor T, thank you so much for your input," said Arm to Tankhun. "External input is so invaluable for us. Sometimes, we both feel like we're the only ones who delusional. But if you can feel it too, then I think VP is rio!"

"Kyaaaa~~~" screamed Pol inaudibly, whilst Tankhun and Arm giggled together.

"Is there something funny?" asked Chan who suddenly appeared. Arm and Pol immediately stuttered, and looked for an excuse to escape from Chan.

"Umn... Cap... looks like Big needs our help with the coffee table," mumbled Pol to Chan. He grabbed Arm's hand and then got out of Chan's presence as fast as they could.

"Should you spoil their fun?"

"Please, don't encourage them, Tankhun."

"Why? Now that I've seen Vegas and Pete with my own eyes, I'm pretty sure there really is something between them."

"Oh God, not you too!" pleaded Chan. "You want me to beg?"

"Oh, please... stop being so dramatic, old man," responded Tankhun. "I tell you what, let's make a bet on it."

"Stop it, Tankhun. I refuse," declined  Chan.

"Hear me out first," requested Tankhun.

"I must be losing my mind," said Chan. "But go on, tell me."

"If Vegas and Pete are not together together in two months, you can ask me to do one more task for you. This time I promise, no protest whatsoever."

"And if you're right, what do you want me to do?"

"I get to ask you to fulfill one task for me, no protest either."

"Hmm... Deal," affirmed Chan confidently.

"Alright~ you just wait for my sweet revenge, Chan. It will hurt for sure."

"You need to win first."

"I'm always right and you know that."

Chan grunted and rolled his eyes at Tankhun. 

******

(Chan POV)

After almost 4 hours, all the items that had to be packed and wrapped, according to the list, were done. There were only small items left and one small suitcase filled with clothes that were left on purpose, because Chan was only able to move into his new house after practice, next Wednesday. The captain will spend the next two days unpacking items from the penthouse and then finding a suitable place for them in the new place. After that, on Wednesday afternoon, Chan would pack up all the remaining of his belongings and leave the keys to the penthouse, which he had lived in for many years, to the real estate agent, who had found the perfect tenants, who would occupy his old place.

Chan was very lucky his agent was able to find a tenant in such a short time, just as he had hoped. Because even though this luxury condo held so many sweet memories for him, there were also many bitter things and bad experiences that happened here, which Chan wanted to wipe out from his mind. If the new tenants could occupy his penthouse next week, then it means Chan didn't have to set foot here anymore. Just as his career as a footballer will end at the end of this season, Chan will also end his life story in this place. It was time to make a new story, in a new place.

"Boys," said Tankhun as he clapped his hands to draw attention from everybody in the room to him. "Lunch will be here soon, my treats. I also have discussed it beforehand with your Cap that all of you deserve to be rewarded after today's hard work, and he agreed to make today a cheat day for everyone!"

What the Fuck?

Chan had not had time to protest, his teammates were already busy cheering.

"What did you order for lunch, Doctor T?" asked Tem sweetly.

"Oh, just extra meat, extra veggies, and extra cheese pizza, and of course beers," replied Tankhun, to which the BSFC boys responded with louder cheers than before.

"YEAAAAAH!!!"

"Woohooo!!!"

"Doctor T, you read our minds!" yelled Jom. "Thank you!"

"Yeah, thanks, Doctor T!"

"You're welcome, boys!"

Chan could only watch the behavior that showed by Tankhun and his BSFC boys with resignation. But Tankhun was right, they all deserved a reward. Everybody could add extra 20 in their exercise next Monday to shed the calories.

"Doctor T, I love you!" screamed Tem abruptly, as he flashed a big smile at Tankhun, who stunned for a second before smiling back at him.

"Let's not get carried away, Tem," Chan responded right away, with a tone of voice that a little too sharp, even to his own ears. Shit! He needed to control his emotions better.

"Yes, Cap!" uttered Tem awkwardly, before turning his head to facing Tankhun. "I'm so sorry, Doctor T."

"Ck, just forget it, okay? There's nothing to forgive, Chan just being meanie."

The sound of the house phone ringing distracted everyone, Chan immediately moved toward the phone to receive the call.

"Yes, just tell them to come up, Jimmy," instructed Chan to the condominium complex concierge. "Thank you."

"Lunch is here."

The cheers erupted again.

******

(Tankhun POV)

"Kim will be okay riding with them, right?" asked Tankhun, who was still a little worried about his brother, who decided to go to Chan's new house with the BSFC team, instead of waiting for him and his favorite Captain. "Your teammates will take good care of him, right?"

"Tankhun, come on... Kim is already 20 years old, he can take care of himself," replied Chan, who at the moment was locking the penthouse door, while trying to calm Tankhun down. "Besides, the boys knew for sure that if they dared to trick Kim, I'd have their hide."

"Good, that's all that I need to hear," said Tankhun, sounding so relieved.

"Thank God, I caught you just in time. I heard you moving out."

Suddenly, a shrill feminine voice came from behind the two of them. Tankhun, who was surprised, reflexively wanted to turn around, but before he could do so, he saw Chan's body suddenly tense up. He decided to gently touched Chan's muscular arm instead.

"What's wrong?" whispered Tankhun.

"Hello, darling... Aren't you going to turn around and look at me? Am I not worthy of a mere greeting?"

The change in Chan's facial expression really made Tankhun startled. He thought he knew what Chan's angry face looked like, but after today he definitely knew . Because the face before him didn't look like Chan's at all. His eyes were cold and merciless. His tense jaw was shaking from holding so much emotion. His lips were stiff and thin without the slightest hint of smile. Tankhun actually felt a chill down his spine.

"No," answered Chan, icy cold. "You really aren't."

Even the tone of his voice didn't sound like Chan at all.

Who the fuck is this person?

Tankhun was one hundred percent aware that today, he had been a pain in the ass for Chan the whole day. However, Chan had never, not once, not even when they met for the first time after the viral video scandal exploded, treated him like he treated her. Whatever mistake this woman ever made to Chan must be huge... and very very personal.

TBC

[kookiessugababy]

Sea salt (Jeon Jungkook)// 18+ nsfw!!

Scenario -> after an invite to a get away with your best friends band members, you find yourself tangled in more than a fishing net at the beach getaway.

Warnings🚨-> pet names //one shot//swearing//fingering// teasing// public teasing

Hope you enjoy <3

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Sweet salt air filled your lungs, the gentle folding waves tickling the soft sand- sparkling with glorious sunlight. Next to you sat Yoongi, who was taking in the scenery with you on such a breathtaking day-palms swaying above as you watched out towards game of football the others were deeply involved in. You could've focus on a single one of them as they ran in their shorts- particularly sweaty in a reaction from the beating sun. Taehyung's chocolate curls were stuck to his face as the sweat poured- still insisting to tease Jimin to ensure he won the game, with Jin and Joon laughing at Hoseoks passing failures. Yet your struggling eyes fought through the blinding sun and joyous smiles to the far corner of the marked out pitch, a tattooed figure running back and fourth-perspirated locks pushed back as his shirtless figure paraded to your delight.

Jeon Jungkook: an intoxicatingly attractive character who charmed your greatly -something about seeing him in such a heated state; shirtless and panting made your head tilt. The dreaming daze was halted by the eldest Yoongi who broke your intense stare with snapping fingers-indicating yourself to wake from the enraptured state. "Y/n why don't we go and get some drinks for everyone? I'm sure they'd appreciate it" he smirked, his eyes flickering back knowingly to where you were staring. Cringing at how painfully obvious your eyeballing had been, you took his hand as he hoisted you up- both of you struggling your way through the sand back to the hut.

Having prepared cans of beer and cocktails for the rest, you and Yoongi carried trays of refreshments out into the glowing rays- meeting with the 6 worn boys commuting under the bamboo umbrellas. Announcing your arrival, Suga helped you place down the drinks as you found yourself comfortable on a lounger- the parting shadows from the glare bouncing onto your skin, the bikini you wore only just covering your modesty. May I?" A sweet voice questioned, patting the bottom of the seat were your legs lay extended. Jungkook was stood above you, a dripping cold beer in his heavily tattooed hand, jet black hair now floating over his face as he glanced down at you. He looked glorious in the natural light, almost visionary with his angelic features and tanned skin. Without a question, you nodded in an eager reply-preparing to move your legs to accommodate his own. However, stopping you in such action, his large hands placed upon your thighs, lifting them lightly as he tucked himself under you- sitting up at the mid of the lounger as your legs were now placed over his lap. His touch was fire to you, the simple and thoughtless movements burning through your skin as he mindlessly chatted to the others.

Finding yourself deep in exchange with Hoseok, everyone busied themselves with conversations and laughter over endless amounts of alcoholic drinks under the cool parasol - a cocktail of some sort occupying your hand. Too immersed to firstly acknowledge it, a hand slipped to your thigh ever so gently- moving up and down in minute movements in avoidance of attention. Peeking to the hand, a familiar ink stain sat upon the long fingers- the teasing touch yet again making you tense. Shooting you a wink Jungkook glanced over with a suggestive smirk, his hand remaining boldly on your upper leg. You couldn't help but blush in return, the midday su causing you to flare even more- your sensitive heat dampening slightly over the faintest of movements. Something about him was painfully endearing, your attention constantly diverting to his face despite the presence of Hoseok right at your side.

Half an hour had passed and his fingers had only snaked further up your body, now almost at your hips as they thoughtlessly drew circles just below your bikini strap. Your thighs were now pressed tightly together, the closeness of his fingers painful to you as they danced yet so far from your core. Your mind was whirring at the unvoiced immediacy, almost becoming desperate for more as the seconds clocked. Again, thoughts shattered with the playful voice of Jin, his tipsy state evident in his slurred words; "who's getting the next round?" His question was met by a planned pat on the knees - Jungkook rising from his seat as he tugged you up with his arms. "Y/n is going to show me where they are!" he paraded while pulling off his shades, throwing them over to a squinting Jimin. Passing you a hopeful glance he threw his hand infront of your face, flexing it in hope you would take it. Hesitantly you grasped his fingers as he pulled you up the beach with race- your legs only just keeping up with his expeditiousness.

The air was cool with conditioning- the refreshing scent of lily whites encasing you in a new biome as you stepped in- hands still grasping his. "I'll grab the beers" you called, before awkwardly shuffling over to the fridge. Met with silent acknowledgement, you stretched to your height in attempt to retrieve the small emerald bottles- flexing on your tiptoes - reaching limbs to your maximum. Chuckling in amusement, Jungkook saw advantage-sauntering over and grasping your waist before pulling you into his chest. Now in a neonatal embrace, head resting against his built frame, quiet gums escaping his tongue as his lips pressed your shoulder blades. Finding your heart pounding in uncertainty, you allowed yourself to relax in his strong arms- silken hair falling to your chest as tan his fingers painted tension up your side. Clouds of tension towered the both of you-shadowing yourself from raining lust as he cleared his throat: "What I'd do to move those little bikini bottoms to the side to play with your pretty pussy." His voice was low- quiet and taunting as he now played with the string of the bikini, redirecting his hands to tease elsewhere. Your breathe hitched at his words-speechless as you tried to take it in. Confidence flooded you as you watched him fondle with your suit, grasping his wrist as you choked on your words: "do it."

With that he turned you around, pushing you against the counter in a sudden urgency- lips crashing against yours as he held your head so gently. Contradicting the harshness of his lips he fondled your hair- tugging slightly every few seconds to hear you whine for him. Feeling him smile into the kiss, he made his way down to your crotch- gently stroking the fabric as he continued to play with you. Yearning for him more, you moaned to his mouth before he pushed you the fabric to the side. As much as you tired for every part of him, you needed the fullness he could give to you somewhere other than his fingers- your desperation sinking into your skin after his teeth marked hickies.

"Jungkook i- need you" barely able to form a word, he tugged down the thong of your swimsuit in return of your pleads, exposing your heat entirely. With hungry eyes he searched your lower body, hairs raising with the harsh probes of his stare. Glistening eyes met your own as he fondled with the swimming trunks- slipping them down with ease as you glanced to prepare yourself. His shaft was long and veiny-dripping every so slightly with warm cum that had already been exhausted in his pants. Grasping your waist to hold you closer, his held his cock as he adjusted his stance for comfort- as if he knew exactly where he wants to hit you. Shuddering as he filled you up, your walls despairingly took him in- the feeling of his pulsating cock as it thirsted out of you with pace causing your mouth to spill. Profanities teased his tongue as you grabbed his hair- his arms now snaking behind you to push you up against the refrigerator door- permissing you to wrap your legs around his waist to hit you further. "Ffuck your so.. tight. Fuck!" Melting at his words, you worked only harder under his touch- kissing him with passion as you circled your hips to pleasure him more. Every movement hit where you needed him most, your juices spilling from your hole as he continued at your juices spilling from your hole as he continued at his eager pace. His abs were flexing with every thrust he took, harsh breaths from the both of you filling the silence of the room, the ceiling fan spinning- an imitation of your thoughts. Unable to concentrate, sweat dripped from his chest to yours- your walls tightening as each buck grew sloppy with a high you pained for.

"Cum for me baby." The boy growled, his soft lips puckering in your ear, the sensitivity of your lobes shocking you as he focused on reaching deeper. Beginning to struggle to hold the both of you up, Jungkook let one last, harsh thrust into you- breasts bouncing at the movement as your stomach turned to dust. Unable to maintain a sound as you released in unison- his warm cum spilling down your leg as you tightened around his tip, a scratched throat called your name in lustful hands. "Fuck y/n!" he cried, sticky strands of hair falling to his head as he watched the mess drip from you-smirking in admiration. Exhausted and painted sweet crimson, you flung yourself back into his arms- still dripping from his release as you returned from a blissful euphoria you couldn't quite describe. "Let me clean you up babygirl." He hummed, lengthy fingers now gently combing your sea salt hair.

"What are they going to think?" you mumbled in concern as you only now recalled the drinks for the rest of the group, welcomed by a thoughtful pause. "Oh angel I'll tell them you were so thirsty you drank them before they could." Winking, he dropped a mischievous kiss upon your forehead- warming you with affection as he retrieved a cotton towel.

Shaking legs carried you to the group in a joyous return- drunken cheers calling your arrival with the handful of awaited beverages. You took a while, everything okay?" Yoongi teased-yet again smart enough to decipher the situation. Rolling your eyes the comment was brushed past by the other boys, who were eagerly selecting their drinks from the tray. Jungkook followed you seconds later- his appearance still slightly disordered and sweaty, smirking in your direction as you admired his confidence. Sinking back into the warm glow of the mid afternoon sun, your eyes closed as your mind continued to race- knowing rightly that would not be the last round of drinks the boys would receive.

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Hi angels!! Sorry about being so inactive the past few, I’ve been super busy at work and education has just started again so I’m drowning hehe <3. hope you’re all doing wonderful- love E xx

[watermelonlovershigh]

Bisexual Harry (MILD SMUT w/ MOSTLY FLUFF)

ATTENTION- THIS IS STRICKLY FICTIONAL (NOT REAL). I'M FULLY AWARE THAT HARRY HAS NOT CAME OUT AS BISEXUAL AND WANTS TO BE UNLABLED. I ENJOY BI HARRY FANFICS BUT THERE ARE NOT MANY OUT THERE SO I DECIDED TO WRITE ONE. ALSO THE TRAITS I WILL BE CONCIDERING AS BISEXUAL TRAITS ARE FULLY DEPENDENT ON THE INDIVIDUAL. I HATE STEREOTYPING. JUST KEEP IN MIND THAT JUST BECAUSE HARRY DOES THESE THINGS IN THIS STORY THAT IT DOESN'T MAKE SOMEONE BISEXUAL OR EVEN GAY. LASTLY I'D LIKE TO SAY THAT I'M NOT BISEXUAL MYSELF BUT THE IDEA OF BEING WITH A MAN WHO IS, IS A TURN ON. NOT IN A FETISH TYPE WAY. JUST THE VULNERABILITY AND OPENNESS OF ENJOYING EITHER WOMEN OR MEN IS INCREADIBE TO ME. THANK YOU AND I HOPE YOU ENJOY.

Harry told me early on into our relationship that he was bisexual. He was so nervous that I would leave him, but it just made me fall more in love with him. He told me late one night about 6 months into dating, on his couch. The second he told me, Harry broke down into real raw tears. The first time I'd seen Harry actually cry. Yeah I'd seen him cry during sappy movies but this was so much more than that. These tears had fear in them. Fear that I would leave him. They had vulnerability in them for being so open. But also a weight was lifted off his chest, just happy to tell me. I held Harry in my arms and cried with him, telling him how much I loved him and that this doesn't change anything. That I loved him just as much.

Only a few people in Harrys life knew he was bisexual. His close family. His close friends. That was it. If it got out in the media, the internet would have gone wild. Of course there were many rumors about his sexuality. Most of them being that he's gay. For the longest time he actually thought he might be gay. He had a lot of 'gay tendencies': painted nails, feminine clothes, pearl necklaces. But he also had very 'mainly tendencies' like watching football and drinking beer with the lads. Harry was just so conflicted all his life. Not knowing what he was. That's until the age of 18. One of his school friends came out as bisexual and that's when it clicked for him. He liked both male and females and he was okay with that. He excepted that part of him. He was more worried about what others would say or think. His family was very supportive. His friends were too. They never treated Harry differently knowing that they were straight and he was sexually attracted to them. Well not so much them specifically because they were more like brothers, but the male species as a whole.

Being in sexual relationships were on a new level of fear for Harry. Fear that when he was having sex with a guy, that the guy would try and convince him he's actually just gay. Or the fear that any women he had sex with would say he wasn't manly enough for them. Needless to say, Harry kept his sexuality a secret from most of his one night stands or short term relationships. He just didn't feel the need to tell them unless they asked specifically if he was bi or not.

Me and Harry meet at a local club in London a few years back. He was with his bandmates at the time. I was by myself because my boyfriend of 2 years just broke up with me. I was devastated and needed to escape reality. That meant drink until my body went numb. Unfortunately for me though, I wasn't that much of a drinker so my body rejected the alcohol pretty fast. I stumbled onto the London streets trying to get fresh air but ended up puking my guts out in a near by bin. Harry just so happened to be outside at that moment and saw the whole thing before his eyes. He rushed over to me and pulled my hair back to prevent more vomit from getting in it. Then he asked if I was alright and who I was with. I told him I came there alone so he insisted I come back to his place. Because my brain was fuzzy from the alcohol, I didn't hesitate one bit. Harry set up his guest room for me and helped me to bed that night. Something I'm forever grateful for. If it wasn't for him, I could've been kidnapped and raped by a stranger on the streets. When I woke up the next day, I realized who's house I was in. All of the music awards on the shelf in the room I stayed in gave it away. I was never a big fan of One Direction, no reason in particular, so I didn't act like a fangirl would have. Before I left his house, he gave me his number to call if I ever needed someone to talk to. Considering he was an international popstar and all, he sure was the most genuine person I'd ever meet. Taking care of a complete stranger and even giving them his phone number. I never thought I'd actually call him though. Or even see him again, but about a week later, I ran into him at a local coffee shop and we started talking form there. The rest was history.

We hung out all the time. He invited me to a few One Direction concerts. Even had sex a few times. Amazing sex I might add. It truly was great. Even though at the time, I had to remain secret from the public. More so said by Harry then his management. Mainly to keep me safe and out of the media knowing how private I liked to be. Three months of seeing each other and he asked me to be his girlfriend. I was thrilled. Then six months into our relationship, Harry realized how serious our relationship was becoming. That we both had strong feeling for each other. So that's when Harry decided to tell me he was bisexual. On his couch. Late one night. He wanted to get it out of the way so he didn't have to hide that part of himself with me. So he could be himself around me. If I excepted him that was and of course I did.

Approximately two years after dating, Harry purposed. He was basically shitting bricks the whole time, but he did it. I didn't hesitate one second before I said yes. We were in love. At this point, the media had found me and Harry out. Most of his fans adored me. Some said our relationship was fake. And others just flat out said I was keeping Harry closeted, not allowing him to be gay. But I knew the truth. I knew he was bisexual, not gay. I never doubted his sexuality one bit. Especially how he devoured my body when we made love. Any gay person would probably gag at the sight of a women's pussy. Not Harry. It was his favorite part of my body. A year after Harry filmed the movie Dunkirk (2017), we got married. It was a small wedding. Just close family and friends invited. It was perfect.

Now here we are in the current year of 2021 and we're still going strong. A few fights here and there, but because both Harry and I have too big of hearts, we always feel bad after fighting and immediately apologize to one another. The media had tried to split us up multiple times but it's never been successful. Our love for each other is too strong and everlasting.

Just because Harry is in a happy, loving heterosexual relationship, doesn't mean he feels completely secure about his sexuality all the time. In the beginning of our relationship, Harry tried to completely throw away any 'bisexual' tendencies he had even though he knew I supported him. For instance, there was many times Harry wanted to paint his nails but didn't. Or would refrain from gushing over sexy guys in movies we watched together. That's when I noticed he was becoming depressed. He stopped writing music. He would disengage in activities we tried to do together. Even pushed me away when I tried to have sex with him. I felt hopeless. Until one morning I asked him what was wrong, and he spilled everything. How he tries so hard to suppress the bisexual side of his character for me. For our relationship. Harry explained that he had the desire to paint his nails vibrant colors and wanted to wear feminine clothes sometimes. Something that was particularly hard for Harry to confess to me was how he even wanted to try anal. On me or me with a strap on fucking him. Right away I made us an appointment to get our nails done at a salon. Then I told him he could wear a trash bag and he'd still be the most beautiful mainly man I'd ever seen. Lastly, I grabbed my laptop and went online shopping for female strap ons, letting Harry pick the girth and size he wanted. Yes I was a little nervous to actually fuck him, but he assured me he would help me out every step of the way. As for anal on me, I mentioned how I would be nervous but how I also trusted him. Trusted him enough to penetrate me anally. That I knew he would be extra careful with me.

Needless to say, I made Harry more confident. Confident in his sexuality. I got him to come out as bisexual to the public. I let him explore his bisexuality in the bedroom. Though of course he still worshiped my pussy. We had weekly appointments to get our nails painted. Harry even wore a dress out to a date night one night. He was super scared and on edge the whole night but I kept whispering in his ear how I couldn't wait to rip that dress off of him and fuck him in the ass until he cried out of pleasure.

I honestly loved that Harry was bisexual. It was almost like a turn on for me. He was both a gym buff and my little princess. He had thick arm muscles and toned abs, as well as pink nails and pearl necklaces. Anytime he mentioned how hot a guy on tv was, we could gush over him together. Or how sensitive and vulnerable he was at times. A lot of guys hold in their emotions, thinking men can't express their feelings, but not Harry. If he felt the need to cry, he would. Right in front of me. It could be triggered by a sad movie or a animal abuse commercial. Also, on the rare occasions he asks for it, I would fuck him with the strap on in his mouth. Though a rubber penis didn't quite taste like the real thing, salty mixed with sweat, he loved to deepthroat it anyways. Watching him choke and gag around the fake penis made my pussy drip. We even bought a strap on dildo that had a vibrator on the back side of it. That way every time the fake cock would enter his mouth, the vibrator would stimulate me clit, giving me pleasure as well.

No matter how much the media tried to convince Harry he was in fact gay and didn't actually like women, he would ignore the rude comments and prove to me everyday that he in fact loved me. Me as a women. Loved my smile. Loved me eyes. Loved the way my boobs bounced while having sex. Often grabbing them in his hands and stimulating my nipples. Loved the way my tight pussy felt around his dick. Or the way my sweet juices tasted on his tongue when he ate me out. Yes he loved dick. Yes he loved balls. Yes he loved being railed to death from behind. But he also liked vagina and he loved boobs. Harry wanted to make love to me and get me pregnant. Watch my stomach grow. Be there to hold my hand when I deliver the baby. Help change diapers at 3 am when I'm to tired to do so. Teach our kids to love and respect everyone and be themselves. Be open to our kids about his sexuality. Give them knowledge on bisexuality and educate them on the matter. Instead of assuming they are straight by asking his future son if he has a girlfriend yet or asking his daughter if she has a boyfriend, Harry will ask if the have a partner or fancy anyone in particular. Love his children for who they are or who they want to become. Be a role model for them. And live happily ever after with me, his supportive wife, by his side.

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