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perfumejamal · 1 year ago

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BETTER ME & YOU (k.s)

pairing: footballplayer!sunwooxf!reader

genre: smut, fluff

warnings: sunwoo is a little mean, cutie juyeon, oral, sex,no use of protection( STAY SAFE YALL), use of the nickname “princess”

you enter the warm coffee shop, following your regular routine: ordering your favorite coffee then rushing to class. after placing your order you quietly scoot to the waiting area, looking down at your phone as you receive a message from your best friend.

her: GIRL.

you: WHAT??

her: u will NOT believe who followed me omg .

you: omg who??

her: FUCKING. MARK LEE.

you: BRO??

you: THE ONE FROM UR ECON CLASS??

you: THE ONE WHOS JAEMIN’S FRIEND??

her: YES. YES.

you: that’s messy bitch

you: wasn’t jaemin ur ex lowkey ..

her: yeah but mark is cute idk…

as you were typing up a response the barista spoke up to notify you the drink was ready. you whispered a small thank you as you walked away before taking a sip of it.

fuck! this is way too much caramel.

while mentally cursing out the barista you became to absorbed in your conversation to realize there was someone in front of you. by the time you realized, you had already bumped into the person. as you both tried to hold your balance you failed.

“god, can you watch where you’re going?” said the guy across from you. the man in front of you was tall, he was also very pretty. you snap out of your thoughts seeing how rude he was. maybe those were good looks gone to waste.

you were about to curse him out, when you felt the sudden sting of hot coffee soak up your clothes. you let out a groan again before muttering, “asshole, you think i wanted to bump into you?”

you both continue to go back and forth before his friend lends you a hand to help you out, “sorry about him, i can buy you more coffee?” he smiled. “or better yet a change of clothes?”

you smile at him, “thanks so much, but it’s fine. i have to run to class im late!”

“here take my sweater to at least cover your shirt… its kinda see through.” he continued to maintain eye contact as you shuffled to cover your chest. “im juyeon by the way!”

this was lee juyeon. lee. fucking. juyeon. star player of the football team of your school. he was every girl’s crush. he was always accompanied by his large group of friends, who are all very hot.

and of course today he couldn’t be accompanied by a nice one. he was walking with kim sunwoo, who was another captain of the infamous football team. you sighed as you realized you knew way too much about these people who definitely didn’t even know you.

“yeah i know who you are, youre one of the star players of the football team.” you sighed. “oh god im so embarrassed…”

“okay, princess and the frog, can we move on from this shit, or are you guys gonna kiss and turn each other into frogs?” sunwoo spoke up annoyed tone coding his words. “come on juyeon, we gotta go to class or coach will make practice tougher today.”

you rolled your eyes as juyeon smiled again, “all right ill see you around princess?” your ears flushed at his statement.

you looked down at your phone quickly unlock it to text your friend.

you: BITCH.

her: what hoeeee

you: FUCKING LEE JUYEON GAVE ME HIS SWEATER.

her: OMFG UR LYING . he is so fine!

you: he’s finer up close oml

you: his annoying friend spilled coffee on me

you: and had the nerve to act like a bitch

you finally got through your whole lecture and all you could think of was juyeon, his beautiful smile, and gorgeous face. he left you his sweater and you were going feral. the scent was to die for, faint smell of expensive cologne and the sweet smell of vanilla.

as you walked out the school you heard some loud yelling from the schools gym. out of concern you take a peak to see a crowd of shirtless guys celebrating. in the crowd you locate juyeon. your heart melts as you see him smiling brightly.

he looks beautiful, the contrast of his muscles against the dimly lit light. you felt like you were dreaming, a smile creeping on your face as you watched him.

your smile quickly turns into a frown as sunwoo walks into your field of view. “what are you doing in the boy’s gym?” he questions. “are you stalking me?” he asked making a grossed out face.

you groan, “what’s your problem?” as you started unzipping the sweater. “im just here to return this to juyeon.”

“alright you can give it to me, ill give it to him.” he rolls his eyes grabbing the sweater from your hands harshly. you try not to smack him right there.

“you’re really annoying, you know that right?” you mutter loud enough for him to hear.

he gives you a questioning look, “hm? and what else?” he rolls his eyes making you more annoyed with him, but you stayed silent. your gaze shifting from sunwoo to juyeon.

sunwoo follows your gaze, turning around slightly in order to see what you were looking at, or better yet who. “what? you like him now?” he looks into your eyes as he leans on the door frame with a smirk, his body coming into your view. your cheeks quickly turn red and he lets out a chuckle. “knew it,”

you look away, breaking eye contact. “no, i -“ you were cut off by juyeon himself.

“sunwoo, coach said to come back we’re ordering pizza!” he smiled at sunwoo before turning to you once he noticed your presence. “coffee girl!”

your face started flushing again, “juyeon, hi! i just came to drop off your sweater.” you started shifting around in your place. sunwoo rolled his eyes out of annoyance once more. he stomped away towards the coach as juyeon talked to you. “alright, you have it now!” before you could get a reply you started to walk towards the exit.

“hey! wait! i never got your name?” juyeon yelled loud enough for you to hear. slightly raising his arm, muscles flexing.

“its y/n!” you yell back with a bright smile on your face. you covered your mouth once you saw students of other clubs come out of classroom glaring at you. “y/n!” you whisper-yelled this time.

“swing by practice again tomorrow, y/n!” he whisper-yelled your name to mock you.

you turned around with a bigger smile, but before you could even begin to celebrate your moment you saw sunwoo glaring the two of you. he looked pissed, but you couldn’t pinpoint as to why. you weren’t doing anything to annoy, if anything he’s annoying you.

you shrug it off and make your way out, heading to where your car was parked.

the next day approaches fast, and you get through the day just fine. today wasnt too bad as you got your coffee right this time, and you didnt bump into an annoying asshole with a cute friend.

speaking of devil, there he goes. his tall figure leaning against the the wall as he talked to a girl. he seemed uninterested as she talked his ear off

they seemed to be talking about something serious. you dont mean to eavesdrop… but its not being nosy if theyre being loud enough for you to hear right?

as you continued to look over to get a grasp of the situation, sunwoo’s eyes met with your own. his intense eye contact makes you a little nervous and he seems to notice as his lips carved into a sly smirk. his eyes stayed on yours as the girl kept talking to him.

you break eye contact as you see juyeon come out to greet you. “y/n! you actually showed.” he said with a smile.

“well since you had asked so nicely,” you smile. “sorry im a bit late, i had to return some books to the library.”

“it’s fine,” he smiled. “i actually wanted to talk to you,”

your face lightens up a little at the sound of that and you hum a small “mhm?”.

“one of my friends, eric, hes throwing a party this saturday. i was wondering if you wanted to come?” he let out smile. you stay composed on the outside but internally you were jumping up and down.

you were panicking inside: a cute guy just asked you to come to a party you would’ve never go to willingly. your eyes meet once more with sunwoo’s. he is watching the interaction intensely his brows raising slightly at you, anticipating the answer.

you look away as juyeon speaks up, “if you are free, of course!”

you snap out of your sudden trance, “yes! yes, id love to go!” you say a little too excited. “i mean, if you want me to i could,”

he chuckled at what you said, “okay great,” he smiled as he looked down at you. “give me your number so i can give you the details,”

sunwoo was pissed. he was not happy seeing this little scene play out. you were quick to give him your number and he couldn’t help but be pissed. why do you like juyeon so much? he walked away from the girl as she was talking, not caring about her look of disappointment. fuck, why do i care about who she gives her number to?

you were doing the dishes as your friend showered. you were humming to a song you heard earlier when she started talking from the bathroom, “y/n! have you chosen an outfit for the party yet?” she yelled, her voice sounding faint due to the running water. “it’s tomorrow,”

“not yet, i cant find anything cute in my closet.” you sighed. she came out the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her head and her long robe covering her body. “let’s go!” she said walking towards your room.

you followed right after her, “i’m telling you theres nothing good.” after the words left your mouth you were quickly shunned by doubt. if anyone was going to find an outfit it’d be her.

… and that she did. after a long hour of arguing and disagreement she finally prepared an outfit for tomorrow night. you both settled on a tight dress that hugged your curves perfectly and hung right below your inner thigh. even you didnt remember having this dress. and though, you typically didnt wear heels you borrowed one of her heels to match your dress.

“youre coming with me right?” you looked at her with pleading eyes and she smirked. “of course i am! a chance to hook up with one of the hot football players that play with your little boyfriend? sign me up!” she said shaking her body in excitement.

you rolled your eyes playfully. letting out a chuckle.

your clock read 9:50 p.m and you were on your way in a cab. you were wearing a tight black dress, your friend decided to go with a similar option. to say the least, you wanted juyeon to like you too.

you applied some lipgloss to your juicy lips as your friend spoke up, “juyeon will be amazed by your beauty, babes!” you smiled, putting down the little mirror you carried with you. you whispered a optimistic ‘i hope so!’

soon you arrived, and quickly sen juyeon a message so he could come outside and get you. shortly after you sent him a message he was already making his way out. he ran to you once he spotted you. “you look amazing, y/n.” he smiled into your hug. “you as well,” you blushed.

he greeted your friend too and soon you all make your way in to the house, the music getting louder as you enter further in. following juyeon lead you to the kitchen where everyone was getting drinks or playing beer pong.

as you turned around juyeon was gone. you shrugged it off, deciding to get a drink with your friend. in the haze of the moment you saw a familiar face, sunwoo. you rolled your eyes choosing to ignore his presence.

“you came?” he asked shocked. “well obviously, i am here.” you rolled your eyes causing your friend to laugh making sunwoo glare at you.

“i don’t appreciate your attitude, princess,” the roll of his tongue on the word making you scoff. you didn’t want to admit but sunwoo looked hot, and his words didn’t change your mind.

it was now 11:56 p.m and you took a sip of your drink. you were looking for juyeon or your friend. as you looked around, you spotted your friend talking to a guy, who you learned was juyeon’s friend. and juyeon was nowhere to be found.

you headed to the kitchen once more. as you entered the dimly decorated kitchen you spotted juyeon finally.

he was talking to the same girl from earlier. his hands were all over her and she giggled pulling him into a kiss.

you feel your heart sink. you put the cup down and head outside, sitting on the front porch. should you leave or wait for your friend? fuck it.

as you were getting ready to get up someone sat next to you, “alone?” sunwoo asked handing you a beer.

great. now sunwoo had to see you like this he’d make fun of you for sure. “yeah, i guess you can say that.”

he looked over at you worried. his eyes following your sad eyes. “what’s wrong?” was he actually being nice for once? you looked away from his gaze unable to look him in the eyes from the embarrassment.

“i tried to dress up. i thought maybe he’d like me too,” you laughed sadly. “but there he was making out with a girl.”

you drop your head only your lap, sighing. “you can laugh now sunwoo, i know you wanna,”

sunwoo took a long pause before saying anything, “y/n?” you hummed a soft ‘hm?’. “i’m not gonna laugh at you, princess,” he said, you quickly lift up your head quickly shifting your head to look at him.

“you’re not?” you ask, still in disbelief.

“no, why would i?” he rebutted. “you know, juyeon is a dumbass for not paying attention to you tonight.” you furrowed your brows at his comment, wondering what he meant by that.

“you look breathtaking,” his eyes locking with yours, both of you unable to look away from one another. you were about to break the silence when his soft lips kissed your own.

the kiss was soft, which surprised you since you thought sunwoo would be rough. he quickly pulled away, his face shocked at what he said and did. “i’m sorry, i shouldn’t have kissed you,”

your lips form a slight pout before you nodded, maybe he was right. kissing him wasn’t the best thing to do right now… or so you tried to convince yourself. he coughed slightly, clearing his throat before speaking up, “do you want me to drive you home, y/n?” he asked with a serious tone. avoiding your eyes as he got up.

you quickly got up, nodding, “if you don’t mind,” you say before pulling your phone out to see if your friend wants a ride too. “let me ask my friend if she’s coming or not.”

you: i’m going home

you: are u okay staying i wouldn’t wanna ruin ur night

you: or do u wanna come back home w me

you: sunwoo’s driving

her: i think imma stay in hangin w hyunjae

her: if yk what i mean 😉

her: don’t wait up babes!!!

you: okayyyy have fun 😊

you put your phone away, “she said she will stay, we can go now.” you say and he starts walking to his car. both of you walking in an awkward silence.

you make it into the car and the silence feels worse. after asking you to type your address in the two of you fall back into the same silence from before.

damn it, why did i enjoy that kiss? you wondered why you couldn’t think about anything else as you looked out the window. sunwoo’s eyes looking over at you then at the road ahead.

he thought that maybe he should strike up a conversation, but decided against it as the car pulled up to your apartment complex. “alright, we are here,” he said quietly getting out the car with you. “i’ll walk you to the front,” he said. “since it’s dark,” he added to justify his decision.

you nodded and as you both reached your building’s entrance you turned to him. “thank you for driving me home,” you smiled slightly. “and walking me to the front!”

his lips curved into a smile unable to respond as his eyes shifted from your eyes to your lips. pushing himself to kiss your lips once more, this time his movements seemed rougher. his hands wondering your body, hands landing on your ass. he gave them a squeeze causing you to moan into the kiss.

you pull away, though you were eager for more. “let’s go up to my apartment,” you say, almost begging him to come up with you. you pulled him to follow you before he could even reply.

when you get to the elevator, you click the button, kissing him again as you two waited for the elevator. “i can’t believe you said you didn’t mean to kiss me,” you say in between kisses.

he chuckled against your lips. the elevator door opens, and you rush in. clicking the button to your floor impatiently as you and sunwoo kissed each other again. “fuck, you’re gonna kill me princess,”

the elevator door dinged, signaling you had gotten to your floor. you dragged sunwoo out and to your door. fumbling with the keys to quickly open the door.

as you and sunwoo were still kissing you entered and closed the door behind you. your hands wondered his body pulling his jacket off him as if you were a madwoman. “someone’s eager?” he moaned into your mouth causing you to giggle and nod.

“fuck, yes, i’m starving.” you take off his shirt staring at his half naked body with lustful eyes. this atmosphere was dangerous.

you continued to undress each other throwing the clothes around, not caring where they land. you drag him to your room. lightly pushing him to your bed as you climb on top of him. your lips locking again, moans pouring into your mouth as you grind against his growing bulge.

“fuck, princess…” he whimpered. “if you keep doing this i might cum right now,” he says in a low tone against your ears making you moan out.

you pulled away from him making your way down to sit on the floor between his legs. his eyes looked down at yours as if he was going insane at the lack of contact. his hand dragged out to touch his dick. using his hand to press it against your face, dragging his pre-cum against your rosie cheeks. slapping it softly to signal you to open up.

which you obliged to quickly. forming an ‘o’ to let him know you’re ready. well you think you are.. his dick is so big you second guess yourself.

sunwoo slowly enters your mouth, letting you get used to his length. you start bobbing your head up and down his dick, occasionally gagging at the fullness. you feel yourself getting wet at the sight of his pretty face in this moment.

your hand wonders to your core, rubbing circles causing you to moan against his dick, making him twitch slightly.

“shit, shit, princess, fuck…” the fuck drags out as you deepthroat him. “shit,” he whimpers as he fucks himself into your mouth emptying his load into your mouth. as he calms down from his high, you continue to suck him dry.

he taps your cheek softly, pulling you up to kiss him. “sunwoo, i need you to fuck me now,” you demand as he kisses your neck, “please, i need you.”

he nodded pulling you to sink onto his cock. your mouth opening and eyes rolling as you took in his length. he moaned into your ear, “fuck, princess, you feel so good.”

he thrusted into you at a fast pace, like he couldn’t get enough of you. “sunwoo- shit- you fill me up-p so fuck-fucking good, fuck!” he gropes your boobs, latching his mouth on one of them, giving you more pleasure.

as sunwoo fucked your brains out, you heard your phone ring. who the fuck… you decide on ignoring it, feeling too fucked out to even think about picking up. sunwoo read the name and smirked, “you should get that, babe,”

you roll your eyes from the hard thrusts. he hands you your phone and without looking at the name you answer it.

“hell-fuck-hello!” you try to respond as well as you can, given the fact that sunwoo is fucking you so good.

“y/n! you disappeared on me,” he said chuckling. your eyes widened at his voice, fuck, it’s juyeon. you try to tell sunwoo to stop but he won’t listen, going faster instead.

“s-sorry i wasn’t-t feeling g-good!” you yelp as sunwoo holds you in mating press, pulling you closer to him. his lips pressing against your temple, moving to whisper loud enough for you to hear, “baby, you can’t be moaning like that unless you want him to hear you…”

you move a hand to your mouth trying not to moan into the phone. “alright, just wanted to check in on you, y/n!” he said softly. “have a good night, pretty girl.”

sunwoo’s hand rests on your lower stomach, pushing against it slightly. “are you this horny because of me… or because of juyeon?”

you whimper out a response, “fuc-k for you!”

he smiles against your neck before sucking a hickey onto it, “that’s how it better be,” he says. “you’re mine, princess.”

he continues to fuck into you, and you can feel yourself getting closer.

his hand trails down to your clit, rubbing circles to push you over the edge. you moaned loudly, as your body shuttered at the strong feeling of satisfaction. “where do you want me to cum?”

“fuck! cum in me,” you say in the state of pleasure. “shi-shit,”

and he complies, filling you up. he pulls you down to lay next to you as you breathe heavily trying to calm down from that.

his dick still in you, as he is unable to pull out.

you wake up to the smell of pancakes. you get up from the bed noticing you’re only in your underwear and sunwoo’s shirt from last night. you smile to yourself before heading to the kitchen. you see sunwoo standing by the stove, you wrap your arms around his waist, hugging him from behind.

“good morning, princess,” he turns around to kiss you.

“it smells so good in here,” you smile at him. “mmm, i’m hungry!” you say getting a plate to serve yourself.

“you know what… i’m also hungry, princess.” he says following you. and you get him a plate too. he takes them from your hands and places them down before picking you up to help you get on the counter. “that’s not what i meant,”

you playfully roll your eyes and he smiles.

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oneforthemunny · 6 months ago

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oooh could we get some hockey!eddie, visiting/surprising him at practice, flufffffff 💕💕

for the sweetest most polite anon lol! hockey player!eddie who's birthday happens to fall during the training season.

"He's gonna be so stoked." Chris, the team manager grinned, pushing the heavy stadium door open for you.

"I hope so." You smiled gently, ducking under his arm, following him down the long, cinderblock stadium.

It was still so cold, despite the heat cranked high everywhere. Boston in the winter was brutal, winter time worse than Indiana's ever could imagine. It was a miracle you'd even made it, didn't get snowed in and grounded at the airport with all the snow.

"No, he's gonna love it, trust me." Chris grinned. "I got some of the guys in on it too, hope you don't mind. Just his coach and his agent. I told them he had an interview after practice."

"An interview?" You lifted a brow.

Chris snickered. "Yeah, he thinks you're with ESPN so just go with it." He shrugged. "I knew if I just told him to stay, he'd get suspect. Plus, this is gonna be fucking priceless."

You giggled lightly, following Chris around the hallway. A few players lingering around, most cleared out for the evening, but no sign of your curly headed love.

"Hey, Franco. Munson's in the conference room, right?" Chris nodded towards the closed door, the other man grunting in response. "Cool, hey, stay right here, ok? I'm gonna make sure he's ready and set up."

You nodded, standing to the side, a knuckled grip on your purse strap. Your tummy flipped with excitement, maybe nerves. It had been a few weeks since you'd seen Eddie, since he'd left for training season. You didn't want to be a distraction, but with his birthday this weekend, you couldn't let him celebrate alone. Especially not after he sounded so sad, so disheartened on the phone- he missed you, told you every single day, every time he called.

"...Perfect, one sec. I'll tell her you're ready." Chris opened the door, pulling you from your thoughts. He waved at you, stepping out with door still half opened. "I'll leave you two alone, but if you need me, I'm right out here."

Your heart fluttered, flipped and skipped with nerves, pushing the door open, sliding into view. You caught a glimpse at Eddie before he fully saw you, finger drumming on the desk, in sweatpants and a sweatshirt with the team's logo proudly on the front, hair still a little damp from his shower.

Your breath hitched, watching his face fall in shock once he saw you. A pause filled the space between you two, the door clicking with a shut behind you.

"Oh, no way." Eddie gawked, blinking hard, like he might be hallucinating. "N-No way. Is this real? Holy shit, you-you're- Baby, what are you doing here?" He stood from the table, tripping over it, the metal legs screeching when he shoved it.

"Surprise." You squeaked, opening your arms to hug him.

Eddie nearly tackled you in a hug, squeezing you tightly to him. "Holy shit, I can't believe you're here. You're actually here, I-I thought I was getting interviewed-"

"-No." You giggled, pulling back lightly to look at him. "Just me. I wanted to surprise you for your birthday."

Eddie's face lit up, lips curling in an even brighter smile. His hands cupped either side of your face, lips on yours, pulling you into a head spinning kiss that screamed I missed you I missed you I missed you.

"I can't believe you're here." Eddie muttered, lips vibrating against yours.

"Happy birthday, baby." You muttered back, fingers raking through his hair. You'd missed him, missed him much more than you realized now that he was standing here in front of you.

Eddie pulled back, looking up at the door. "Chris knew about this?"

You giggled, nodding. "He helped me get my flight and stuff. Picked me up from the airport."

Eddie shook his head, grin still wide on his face. "Chris! You fuckin' liar!" He yelled playfully, the men behind the door howling in laughter. "I thought I was about to get my cover story!"

You laughed, pressing your face to his chest, rocking with him slowly. "This is better though." Eddie added, hugging you tighter to him. "Just for the record, this is way fuckin' better."

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en-dazed · 1 year ago

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eternal ice - park sunghoon

PAIRINGS: Sunghoon x reader

GENRE: enemies to lovers, figure skater! sunghoon and reader, angst, fluff at the end

PROMPT: in which you have to skate with sunghoon for a competition but end up getting injured together

WORD COUNT: 9105 words

WARNINGS: one scene in which the reader gets harassed kinda and mentions of (vague) injuries but it’s not detailed

A/N: let me know if you enjoyed this and if you want more <3

You were always first place.

You were a perfectionist, painfully so. Good enough was not quite ever enough and second place couldn’t even compare to being first. In your mind, second place was the same as saying that you had failed. So you had always strived for first place - and been it too until the arrival of Park Sunghoon, the bane of your existence. Suddenly you were second, good at what you did but not the best.

Park Sunghoon was hailed as a prodigy. ‘Ice Prince’, they called him. You scoffed at the idea of it. You had been skating for longer than he had, taken part in more competitions than he had. But as your coach had so harshly pointed out one day at practice, Sunghoon had won way more medals than you.

“Y/N you’re glaring again.” Your coach, Jiyeon pointed out as you watched the boy you hated the most perform his routine on the ice. Sunghoon was good at what he did, you begrudgingly admitted to yourself. He was breathtaking to watch, gliding on the ice as if he was part of it. You hated him even more for being so perfect.

You huffed in frustration, tearing your eyes away from Park Sunghoon's mesmerising performance. "I can't help it, Jiyeon," you muttered. "He's always stealing the spotlight."

Jiyeon rolled her eyes at you, used to your never ending rants about the boy who had overtaken you. “Maybe you would be in the spotlight too if you took this as a lesson and learned from him.”

You shot her a sceptical look. “Learn from him? I don’t need to learn anything from him. All I need to do is beat his ass in the upcoming competitions.” There was a fire in your voice, lit by your hatred and passion.

Jiyeon sighed, her eyes filled with a mix of frustration and determination. "Y/N, listen to me. Hatred and rivalry will only take you so far. If you want to truly surpass Park Sunghoon, you need to find a way to grow as a skater, not just compete against him."

She stepped closer, her voice gentle yet firm. "You need to break free from the confines of your comfort zone. Push yourself beyond your limits. Take risks, explore new techniques, and infuse your performances with your own unique style."

You hesitated, considering her words. Jiyeon had always been a guiding force in your skating journey, and her advice had never led you astray before. Perhaps it was time to heed her guidance and embrace a new approach.

“What do you suggest I do then?” You asked sincerely.

Jiyeon grinned, a mischievous look on her face that made you suspicious. “You’ll see,” She made her way out of the audience, moving towards the exit. “Don’t forget your pair skating practice tomorrow!” She yelled out before leaving.

Your pair skate was with a guy you met only once, some Lee Chan that had taken part only in domestic competitions so far. He was good at skating - great even, but he lacked confidence. You had one day of practice with him already and he had been so nervous and shy around you that you almost got frustrated with him.

But as Jiyeon had reminded you, it was his first ever pair skate and his first ever international competition as well.

“Cut the boy some slack, he just needs more practice to build up his confidence,” Jiyeon had scolded you. “You were like him too once.”

You knew she was right but you couldn’t help but dread the long day ahead as you laced up your skates, waiting for both Jiyeon and Chan to show up.

But when the doors of the skate rink opened and Jiyeon came in, she was not followed by Chan but by Park Sunghoon.

The familiar anger bubbled up in your stomach at the sight of Sunghoon and you shot a pointed look at Jiyeon.

“What’s he doing here?” Your voice came out much more harshly than you had intended it to.

Jiyeon gave you a look that you knew all too well. Behave yourself.

“Sunghoon is going to be your new partner for the routine.” Jiyeon explained and you were sure your ears were playing tricks on you because there’s no way she had said that right?

“But what happened to Chan?” You asked, not quite sure you knew exactly what was going on.

Jiyeon sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Chan stepped down. Seems like he’s not quite ready to go international yet. Sunghoon was chosen as your replacement.”

A whirlwind of emotions passed through you - confusion, frustration and apprehension. The idea of skating with Park Sunghoon had never crossed your mind. You had accepted his presence on ice but the thought of skating with him in an international competition? You thought you were going to faint.

“Nice to meet you Y/N.” Sunghoon finally spoke up, extending his hand out to you. You were startled at his voice and it was then you realised that you had never even had a conversation with him before.

You wordlessly took the hand he had given you, shaking it once before dropping it as if he had burned you. Taking a deep breath, you swallowed your pride and tried to find the silver lining in the unexpected turn of events. Perhaps this could be a chance for growth, the chance to take risks and push yourself as Jiyeon had told you to do so.

You would go into this with an open mind.

… or perhaps you wouldn’t.

“Y/N! That’s the third time you’ve messed up that move! Get it together.” Jiyeon snapped at you from across the rink as you glided to a stop beside Sunghoon.

You clenched your fists, feeling the sting of Jiyeon's words. She was right; you were off your game. The frustration of having Park Sunghoon as your partner was getting to you.

Taking a deep breath, you locked eyes with Sunghoon. To his credit, he hadn’t said a single word every time you messed up. Sunghoon was annoyingly nice about your shortcomings and you hated it.

“Let's try it again," you said, your voice firm but devoid of the previous hostility. You pushed aside your animosity and focused on the ice beneath your feet, on the rhythm and flow that connected you both.

As the music began, you and Sunghoon launched into the routine. It started tentatively, with small missteps and slight imbalances. But you powered through until you got to the climax, the part that you kept messing up over and over again. The part where you had to trust Sunghoon to lift you into the air and rotate while holding you in place. You had done it before and it wasn’t anything that you couldn’t execute. It was your partner that had you so unnerved that you couldn’t attempt the lift and had changed the move instead, every time you had practised.

You took a deep breath before you skated towards Sunghoon, fully preparing yourself to be lifted. You would make it, you would make it, you… wouldn’t make it. Halfway through you hesitated for just a second. A second of hesitance that threw off your timing. A second of hesitance that threw off Sunghoon as well.

As the lift faltered, panic surged through your veins. You felt yourself losing balance, the ground coming closer with each passing moment. Instinctively, Sunghoon's arms tightened around you, trying to regain control, but it was too late. You crashed onto the ice with a thud, the impact jarring your entire body.

Pain shot through your limbs, and for a moment, everything went silent. You could hear your own ragged breaths and a loud scream as Jiyeon hurriedly skated towards you both.

“Are you both okay?” Those were the words that made you realise you were lying on top of Sunghoon.

Your eyes widened in shock as you quickly scrambled to push yourself off of Sunghoon, the weight of the situation sinking in. The sudden movement caused a sharp pain to go through your leg and the panic that set in was immediate.

“Jiyeon my leg…” You said at the same time as Sunghoon groaned in pain, clutching his arm.

Jiyeon knelt down beside you, her eyes filled with concern as she assessed the situation. "Stay still, both of you. I think we have to call the medical team for help.”

You bit your lip, trying to suppress the wave of pain that shot through your leg. Sunghoon winced, his arm visibly injured. Jiyeon left, rushing to her phone to make the call.

Sunghoon didn’t say a single word, the both of you sitting on the ice in silence.

Until - “How do you mess up such a simple lift?” Sunghoon was angry.

You felt the same anger bubble up in you. “Me?! You were the one that dropped me!”

Sunghoon's eyes narrowed, and he clenched his jaw tightly. "If you had trusted me and followed through with the lift instead of hesitating, we wouldn't be in this situation."

His words stung, fueling your frustration further. "You expect me to trust someone I barely know? You think I'm just supposed to put my life in your hands without hesitation?” You crossed your arms in vexation. “Some gold medal winner you are.” You muttered under your breath.

From the corner of your eyes you saw Sunghoon react, the annoyance in his eyes as he looked at you but you didn’t get to hear what he had to say. The medical staff burst in at that moment, distracting you both momentarily as they attended to your injuries.

For a moment you both forgot your irritation at each other.

Whatever the doctor had said after he had dropped the bomb on you went over your head. You listened absentmindedly before you interrupted him.

“Did you say four weeks? As in one month?” Your voice was desperate.

The doctor nodded sympathetically, understanding the shock and disappointment that washed over you. "Yes, I'm afraid so. Given the extent of the injuries and the need for proper healing and rehabilitation, it would be best for both of you to refrain from any intense physical activity, including skating, for at least four weeks."

You felt a sinking feeling in your chest. Four weeks seemed like an eternity, especially considering the international competition that was looming so close. The competition was in two months time and cutting out one whole month of practice - evidently much needed practice, from how disastrous today had gone - could be the difference between a win and a loss.

The doctor continued as if he hadn’t just thrown you into emotional turmoil. “Now, I gave the same advice to your partner. We have some excellent physical therapists in this hospital and I recommend that the both of you go everyday until you regain strength in your muscles. It should help you heal faster as well so from how I see it, you should be able to go back to skating after a month.”

At the mention of Sunghoon, guilt washed over you. You knew that it was because of you that he had gotten injured. You knew that if you had not messed up the timing, he would’ve caught you. It was the guilt that had you asking the doctor how Sunghoon was doing.

The doctor smiled reassuringly. “Don’t worry, your partner is fine. No broken bones and nothing that can't be fixed without some perseverance. It's not serious but physical therapy is still required.”

Relief flooded through you as you heard that Sunghoon's injuries weren't severe. It wasn’t that you were worried about him. You just couldn’t have him breaking a bone be on your conscience.

The relief was short-lived. You slowly processed the doctor's words. “Wait. Are you saying we have to go to physical therapy together?” You asked, hoping beyond hope that the answer was no.

Unfortunately the doctor seemed determined to not give you any good news today because he nodded at your question. “We have one physical therapist who specialises in rehabilitating athletes. Your appointments will be with him together.”

You felt a mix of emotions as the reality sunk in. You would be going to physical therapy with Sunghoon, everyday for a month. For a month, you were stuck with someone you couldn’t stand and you knew the feelings were mutual from the way he had glared at you in the hospital waiting room.

Jiyeon wasn’t very sympathetic.

“This wouldn’t have happened if you two just learned to work together.”

You sighed as she scolded you throughout the whole drive home.

“I mean, is it so difficult to just be professionals about this? You two have been competing professionally for years now. Act like it!”

You decided to pretend you couldn’t hear her.

“Y/N are you even listening to me?” Jiyeon was getting more annoyed by the second.

Jiyeon's voice grew more exasperated as she repeated your name, but you continued to stare out of the car window, lost in your own world.

Jiyeon soon gave up, an irritated look on her face as she drove. You felt bad but you really didn’t want to discuss this with her. You were already kicking yourself over how things had turned out and you didn’t need Jiyeon to tell you that the both of you getting injured was quite honestly, your fault. You closed your eyes, dread filling you at the thought of your joint appointment with Sunghoon tomorrow.

So much for going into this with an open mind.

When you went into the waiting room for your appointment the next day, hobbling along on crutches, Sunghoon was already there. His arm was in a sling and his expression was unreadable as he looked at you. It unnerved you so you decided to ignore him.

Taking a seat at a distance, you occupied yourself with a magazine, feigning interest in its contents while stealing occasional glances at Sunghoon. You could sense his gaze on you, but you refused to meet it, afraid of what you might find within those eyes.

The physical therapist, a Mr. Kim, greeted you both as soon as he entered. Once in the treatment room, he outlined a series of stretching and strengthening activities that would aid in your recovery. As he explained, you couldn't help but steal occasional glances at Sunghoon, who seemed equally determined to avoid eye contact.

If Mr. Kim noticed the tension between you both, he didn’t mention it. The both of you began your exercises in separate corners of the room, determined to get through the day without acknowledging each other. You tried to focus on your own movements, trying to shut out the presence of Sunghoon.

“There you go,” Mr. Kim smiled delightedly as you correctly completed the exercise he had set out for you. “You’re both getting the hang of it now. I have to step out for a little bit but help each other and take turns doing the exercises - don’t overdo it, you need rest as well.”

As Mr. Kim stepped out of the room, leaving you and Sunghoon alone, an awkward silence filled the air. It was clear that neither of you wanted to be the first to break it. You took a deep breath, considering your options. Despite the tension, Mr. Kim's words lingered in your mind — "help each other."

Swallowing your pride, you decided to take the initiative. "Sunghoon, why don't we alternate doing the exercises? It might make the session go by faster," you suggested, keeping your voice as neutral as possible.

He didn’t even look at you when you spoke and you were slightly annoyed at how he ignored you but then - he moved closer to you. He nodded without looking and even when he spoke, his eyes were on the walls. “Sure.”

His guarded voice puts you on edge as well. But despite the tense situation you decided that you weren’t going to let Park Sunghoon let your recovery slow down so you decided to start your own set as Sunghoon watched wordlessly.

The exercise Mr. Kim had taught you required you to stand, which was now a difficult task for you. There was a mild pain in your leg as you moved and you bit your lip to hold in a whimper of pain. You couldn’t show weakness in front of Sunghoon.

Your efforts were futile, however, when a wrong misstep caused a sharp pain to go through your leg and you lost your balance. You let out a surprised shout and your eyes closed as you braced for impact but none came. Instead, you were suddenly aware of an arm wrapped around your waist, that was holding you up and keeping you steady.

You opened your eyes to find Sunghoon standing close to you, his uninjured arm securely supporting you. His face remained impassive, but you couldn't deny the concern that flickered in his eyes.

"Steady now," he murmured, his voice surprisingly gentle.

You felt the back of your neck heat up in embarrassment. A whispered thank you escaped your lips as you pushed his arm away, slowly balancing yourself once more. For a minute, the tension between the both of you seemed to dissipate. You found yourself wondering if he truly wasn’t all that bad…

“I told you I can catch you.”

Sunghoon’s words were meant to get on your nerves and it did. When Mr. Kim came back not long after, you were both once more on opposite sides of the room.

Before you knew it, three weeks of your physical therapy was up. You could feel your muscles getting stronger, the pain decreasing little by little. You had abandoned the crutches at the start of the third week and could now walk with little to no pain. Mr. Kim had been ecstatic at the progress that you made.

Since the first appointment you hadn’t talked to Sunghoon. You arrived at your appointments at the same time as him and yet you kept to yourself. Neither of you bothered to acknowledge each other and Mr. Kim long gave up trying to get the both of you to work together. In the back of your mind you knew that you would have to practise with Sunghoon again eventually. But eventually can wait because for now, you had no interest in talking to Sunghoon.

Not talking to him didn’t mean that you didn’t observe him.

At times when Sunghoon was too focused on his exercises, your eyes would wander to him in curiosity. You weren’t interested in him, you told yourself. You still had some guilt over the accident and you just wanted to make sure he was making as much progress as you were. Unfortunately, it was clear that Sunghoon was struggling.

“Okay, let’s take a break now, shall we?” Mr. Kim stopped Sunghoon in the middle of his set and from the corner of your eyes you saw the way his eyebrows were furrowed in frustration. He clenched his arms and looked at it, the defeat on his face evident. Mr. Kim contined to talk - something about how it takes time to build up your strength and that he shouldn’t get discouraged. You were sure Sunghoon didn’t hear a word of what he said.

When the session ended you rushed out, eager to get home. Luck didn’t seem to be on your side, however, for sometime in between when you had come in for your appointment and the end of it, a torrential downpour had started. As you stepped outside the rehabilitation center, the heavy rain greeted you, drenching everything in its path.

You cursed yourself for not remembering to bring an umbrella despite your mother’s warnings that it might rain today. Getting wet and walking in the rain in discomfort was not very appealing to you so you stood in the shelter of the building, watching the skies and hoping that it would clear up soon.

You were there for a good five minutes before Sunghoon stepped out. His face was still etched with the frustration of the day and his expression turned even darker at the sight of the rain - or was it at you?

He didn’t say a word as he approached you and you noticed an umbrella in his hand. Sunghoon was clearly smarter than you to have thought ahead. You watched as he struggled to open the umbrella will one hand, occasionally trying to use his injured hand as well but giving up when he just couldn’t muster up the strength. You watched for just a second longer before you sighed.

“Give me that.”

Sunghoon seemed startled at your voice and maybe it was the shock that you had actually talked to him that made him let you take the umbrella from his hands. With a swift motion, you popped it open and handed it back to him.

He took it from you with a whispered thanks and looked at the path in front of him. You expected him to leave but he didn’t. He stood next to you with an expression on his face that you didn’t recognize. He seemed to contemplate for a while before he spoke to you.

“Are you waiting for someone?”

You shook your head no.

A pause.

“ Would you like to share the umbrella with me?”

It was a simple offer, a gesture that you wouldn’t think much of if someone else had offered it to you. But this was Park Sunghoon, someone who hated you and you hated in return. You should’ve said no.

And yet, when he stepped out into the rain and waited for you to follow him - you did.

As the two of you walked under the umbrella, a silence settled between you once again. The pitter-patter of raindrops against the umbrella created a soothing rhythm, creating a momentary respite from the outside world. You could feel Sunghoon's eyes on you, his unreadable gaze shifting between the rain-soaked surroundings and your face.

"I... I didn't expect you to help," he finally spoke, his voice laced with surprise and a hint of gratitude.

“Why? I’m not that heartless.”

“You don’t like me.”

He said it as if it was a fact and for a split second you felt ashamed at how you had treated him.

“I’m sorry,” You muttered. “For your injury and for… messing up the lift.”

Sunghoon glanced at you, his expression softening slightly. "It's not entirely your fault. We both made mistakes," he replied, his voice tinged with something you didn’t quite understand.

As the rain continued to pour, the weight of the past seemed to hang in the air between you. The tension that had once defined your interactions slowly gave way to a fragile connection, as if the shared vulnerability brought about by the accident had opened a door for empathy and forgiveness.

"I was angry," Sunghoon admitted, his voice filled with honesty. “We met for the first time and you looked at me as if you wanted me dead. You looked at me as if you would rather do anything other than have me be your partner,” A laugh escaped him, devoid of any emotion. “Am I really that bad of a skater?”

His question threw you off.

“No,” You answered honestly. “It was never about that. I just…”

The shame that had welled up in you was now threatening to spill over. You didn’t really have a good reason to hate him. In all honesty, Sunghoon had never done anything wrong.

Sunghoon was silent before he spoke again. “I respected you, you know. I thought you were one of the best figure skaters in the world. I looked up to you.”

“But then you treated me like I was beneath you and it felt like the image I had of you shattered. You couldn’t even trust me to lift you, such a simple move and we crashed instead.”

You listened to Sunghoon's words, his voice heavy with disappointment and hurt. His perspective shed light on a side of the story you hadn't fully considered before. Your own preconceptions of him had clouded your judgement when you met him and now, you weren’t quite sure if your judgement had been correct.

"I'm sorry," you said again, your voice sincere.

“Before you showed up I would win the gold at every competition. Every tournament, every performance, every single time. I loved it. I loved the feeling of being a star. I loved the feeling of being number one. But then you came.”

Heat rushed to your cheeks as you spoke.

“Suddenly it was Park Sunghoon that would win the gold at every competition. I was now silver. You shone brighter than me and something in me cracked at the thought that you could take away something I had worked so hard for in such a short instance.” Your voice was laced with vulnerability.

You couldn’t understand why you were telling him all of this. At the end of the day, Sunghoon was your competitor, your rival. But here you were, pouring your heart out for him as if he would understand. From the look on his face, you had a feeling that he did understand.

“I never meant to take anything away from you.”

“I know.”

And that was it. You couldn’t help the regret that enveloped you. How could you have treated him so badly when he didn’t even do anything wrong? When his only crime was chasing his own dreams?

“Your leg is better.” His words interrupted your thoughts.

“Yeah. Mr. Kim said I made a lot of progress.” You couldn’t help the smile that escaped you, proud of the work that you had put in. Sunghoon noticed it. Absent-mindedly, he thought that you should smile more often. He kept that thought to himself.

“What about you?” You asked him, something akin to pity in your eyes.

Sunghoon clenched his jaw and you had a feeling that he didn’t want to talk about it. Even now, his injured arm lay limp at his side. You noticed how he would move his fingers occasionally, clenching and unclenching his fist. You were about to tell him that he didn’t have to answer. It was alright, recovery takes time, you were going to tell him. But he spoke before you could.

“I feel like I’m stuck,” He was looking at his arm now. “I tried so hard. I did everything they asked. I followed what Mr. Kim said, exactly the way he said. But for some reason, I just can’t seem to go back to the way I was before. I managed to get the sling off but I haven’t made any progress since and I’m not even sure if I can do the pair skate at this rate.”

The weight of his words hung in the air and you felt empathy for the boy building up in you - an emotion you didn’t think you would ever feel for him.

“You can’t give up.” You surprised yourself with what you said. “We have to do the pair skate together. If we do it together then I’m sure we’ll win.”

You stopped suddenly and Sunghoon followed, not wanting to let the rain pour over you. He was shocked, you could tell.

“If I have to do this with someone else and I get second place again, I will personally make sure that you break your other arm as well.” You said fiercely.

Sunghoon's eyes widened at your sudden determination and the intensity in your words. He stared at you, speechless for a moment, before a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

“Alright," he said, his voice filled with a mix of gratitude and determination. "Let's do it together then. Let's win that gold. And if we don’t then I’ll personally let you break both of my arms.”

Something had shifted between you two. As if the rain had somehow washed away your resentment for each other, drop by drop, you found yourself looking forward to working with Sunghoon.

Slowly, you walked side by side under the shelter of the umbrella, shoulders touching occasionally but you didn’t seem to mind.

“By the way… where do you live?”

You took Mr. Kim by surprise when, at your next appointment, you offered to help Sunghoon with his set. Fortunately, he didn’t say anything, simply choosing to move away to let you stand next to Sunghoon instead.

Sunghoon lets you correct his posture. He lets you time him, he lets you support him. You even provided encouragement to him when he seemed to falter. The tension between you two had given way to a growing sense of cooperation and trust.

When he messed up, you didn’t make a snarky remark like you would’ve before. During one particular exercise, you gently touched Sunghoon's injured arm to assist him in maintaining proper form. He didn't pull away or protest. The animosity that once filled the air between you seemed to dissipate, replaced by a shared focus on Sunghoon's recovery.

Mr. Kim clapped his hands in delight when the session was over, remarking on how well the both of you had done that day.

“Thank you,” Sunghoon had given you a genuine smile as you both went outside together. “I honestly feel as if today was more effective than these three weeks all together.” He admitted.

“Don’t mention it, Park,” You smiled back at him in response. “We still have a competition to win.”

In the following days you continued to support each other’s development. Sunghoon’s determination remained unwavering, fueled by your encouragement and a desire to skate together with you, just as you had said.

And soon, before you knew it, the last week was up.

“Alright! You guys have done exceptionally well,” Mr. Kim praised you both at the end of your last session. “Especially you, Sunghoon. You made such a dramatic improvement in the last week. I’m honestly very impressed.”

His words brought a smile to Sunghoon’s face and even you felt a glimmer of pride. Sunghoon really had stepped up last week and within just a few days, he had regained control of the arm that he could barely use just a week ago. You had no doubt that he would be able to lift you with his now fully functional arm.

“We should celebrate.” Sunghoon said, as the both of you walked home together. It had become routine for the last few days, once the both of you had realised that you lived quite close by. If someone had told you a year ago that you would be walking home with Sunghoon and actually enjoying it, you would’ve laughed in their face. But lately, you came to realise that you actually liked his presence.

“Celebrate what?”

“The end of our physical therapy. We can go back to skating now, Y/N. Aren’t you excited?”

You smiled - his enthusiasm felt contagious. You came to know that Sunghoon really really loved skating. You both had a special place in your heart for it and you admired his drive for it.

“I am excited. But maybe we should perfect our routine before we start to celebrate. We have only one month left.” You were already stressed just thinking about it.

“Alright then,” Sunghoon smiled mischievously. “If we can perfect that lift before the competition then you have to promise me that you’ll go get ice cream with me as a celebration.”

You laughed. “Only the lift? What about when we win the competition?”

Sunghoon’s was confident when he replied. “We don’t need an incentive for the competition. We will win.”

Something about his confidence made your heart skip a beat. Were you sick? You chose to ignore it.

Except, your heart didn’t stop acting up.

The next time your heart skipped a beat would be at your first practice after recovery. When you walked in, you noticed that Sunghoon had arrived before you and was already on the ice. You almost called out to him. Almost.

Something made you stop and watch in wonder as he skated around the rink, lost in the motions and graceful movements. The way he glided effortlessly, his focus solely on the ice beneath his skates, captivated you. But it was his face that truly mesmerised you. At all the performances you had seen Sunghoon at, you focused on his movements. You judged his performance, the way he slid across the ice, his twists and turns. You had never looked at his face. Watching him now, you wished that you had looked at him sooner.

Sunghoon looked serene. He looked every bit like the ice prince that they called him - he looked ethereal. The look on his face was one of peace, of true love for the ice and pure joy to be skating. And as you watched, you felt it happen again.

Your heart skipped another beat.

You told yourself you were imagining it. Perhaps the skate rink was much too cold. Perhaps you were starting to get sick. Maybe you were about to get a heart attack. You came up with any and every excuse you could for why your heart kept skipping beats when Sunghoon was around.

The fluttering in your chest didn’t stop. In fact, when Jiyeon finally came and your practice together started, it got worse. The day you had both gotten injured, you had been so caught up in your own emotions that you haven't paid much attention to Sunghoon. Now, he was the only thing that you could focus on.

He skated with a purpose, becoming one with the ice and the music. When he skated next to you, you became entranced. Sunghoon looked at you as if you were the only person in the world. The chemistry was undeniable. You complemented each other’s movements as if you could read the other's mind. The world melted away and it was just you and Sunghoon and the ice.

The music built up, the climax approaching. This time you didn’t hesitate. When you leaped into the air with Sunghoon holding you up, you felt free. Sunghoon held onto you tightly. You had no doubt that he would.

He lowered you down, your legs wrapped around his waist and for a split second you allowed yourself to look into his eyes. In that moment you felt your heart flutter once more. The realisation hits you like a tidal wave—your heart skipping beats was not a coincidence or a figment of your imagination. Your heart really and truly was skipping beats for Park Sunghoon.

There was something in his eyes that you couldn’t read, a fierceness that surprised you. When the music faded and you both came to a graceful halt, the silence that followed was charged with a newfound tension. He was staring at you with an intensity that made you feel like you would melt under his gaze.

When Jiyeon approached, she broke the spell that had enveloped you both.

“You did great! I’m surprised that that was just the first practice,” Jiyeon was beaming from ear to ear. “I didn’t think we’d be able to bounce back from that horrible start but I’m glad you two managed to work it out. Your chemistry together is incredible!”

You found yourself blushing at her words. If you had looked, you would’ve seen that even Sunghoon had turned red.

“Thanks, Jiyeon," you managed to say, your voice slightly shaky. "We've been working really hard."

Jiyeon nodded enthusiastically. "It definitely shows. I have a good feeling about our chances in the competition."

You ran through the routine a couple times more before the day ended. You tried not to look into Sunghoon’s eyes in case you faltered again. So when he approached you at the end of the practice, you avoided his eyes once more.

“Y/N,” He ran up to you as you walked towards the door. The only response you could muster was a silent ‘hmm’.

“We did the lift today. You promised that we could get ice cream.” He grinned at you.

You felt your stomach churn at the idea of more time with Sunghoon. You didn’t quite understand the new feelings that seemed to bubble up whenever he was around and you didn’t want to understand it.

So you shook your head no. “I can’t. I'm too tired now.”

And before Sunghoon could react, you left.

The next few weeks passed by in a blur. After the first practice, you made sure to keep your distance from Sunghoon. You didn’t like how your heart would react when he looked at you or the way it sped up when he would hold you during the routine. But you ignored it. You shoved down whatever feelings you had that you didn’t even have a name for, deep down where it wouldn’t surface again.

You ignored Sunghoon. Whenever he attempted to make conversation you would reply shortly in a cold tone. You felt bad the first time you had walked away when Sunghoon had approached you to talk, the look on his face as you walked away leaving you wondering if this was really the best way to deal with it. But you didn’t know how to deal with it. At the end of the day, when the pair skate was over, you two would compete against each other once more. You couldn’t have your new found feelings - whatever they were - distract you from striving to overcome him.

And in no time at all, the competition loomed over you.

Sunghoon had given up trying to talk to you. You expected to feel happy about it but a part of you felt… well, lonely. You had grown used to his presence throughout the two months you had spent together and despite knowing that it was you who had pushed him away, you couldn’t help feeling a bit dejected.

It was especially lonely when you arrived at the competition held away from home, surrounded by people from all over the world. You were out of place here, a stranger. The only piece of home was Jiyeon and Sunghoon and one of those two people would no longer approach you.

You tried to brush off the feeling, reminding yourself of your determination to focus solely on the competition. This was not the time to wallow in self pity.

On the day of rehearsals, you came to the skate rink alone. You wore the outfit that Jiyeon had chosen, a brilliant midnight blue dress that sparkled like the stars. You knew Sunghoon had gotten a matching outfit but you hadn’t seen him wear it.

As you laced up your skates you felt someone loom over you.

“Hey, you’re really pretty. You’re in the pair skate aren’t you? I could help you practise if you want.”

You turned around, slightly startled by the unexpected voice. Standing before you was a young man, unfamiliar to you. You recognized him as one of the skaters from another country, a Daniel something.

“I’m fine, thank you.” You gave him a tight lipped smile. You expected him to leave but the guy was persistent.

“C’mon don’t be like that. I could help you out. In more ways than one.” The sleazy look he gave you made you shiver and panic welled up inside you.

“I really don’t need any help.” You made an effort to keep your voice from shaking.

The stranger's sleazy expression wavered for a moment, but he persisted, leaning in closer. "Come on, babe. I've got some great moves to show you. You won't regret it."

Your heart raced, and a surge of anxiety coursed through your veins. This was not the kind of attention you wanted or needed, especially in such a vulnerable setting. Taking a step back, you spoke more assertively, your voice tinged with a hint of warning.

“I'm sorry, but I'm not interested. Please respect my decision and leave me alone."

Just as you were growing increasingly anxious, a familiar voice called out from behind you. “She told you to beat it, Daniel.”

Sunghoon appeared from behind you, a protective arm wrapping around your shoulder as if it was the most natural thing in the world. At the sight of him, you felt a huge wave of relief wash over you.

Daniel glanced between you and Sunghoon, something like realisation setting in. With a scoff, he muttered something under his breath and walked away, disappearing into the crowd.

As soon as he was gone, Sunghoon dropped the arm on your shoulder. You felt the absence immediately, the loss of the warmth making you shiver.

“Thank you.” He gave you a curt nod in response. Sunghoon’s face was guarded. With a sinking feeling, you realised that him intervening did not mean that things were back to normal.

“Sunghoon-“

“You don’t have to speak to me,” He cut you off. “It’s clear you don’t want anything to do with me so you don’t have to thank me. I only helped because I thought you needed it. I won’t bother you again.” His voice was cold.

You felt a pang of regret as Sunghoon's words echoed in your ears. You reached out, wanting to explain, but he took a step back, his gaze avoiding yours.

“Sunghoon, please listen to me," you pleaded, your voice filled with sincerity. "I never wanted things to end up like this.

His smile was sarcastic. “That’s what you always say isn’t it? I didn’t mean it. It was never like that. I never wanted this. You say all that and for a moment it’s like you don’t mind my company, almost like you enjoy spending time with me. For just a moment I thought that you might even like me,” He let out a hollow laugh. “Guess I’m the fool because while I was falling for you, you were planning your escape from me.”

Sunghoon didn’t wait for a response. You weren’t even sure you could give a response. Tears welled up in your eyes as you watched Sunghoon turn away, his words piercing through your heart. The pain and hurt in his voice were unbearable, and you desperately wanted to reach out to him, to make him understand the truth.

But how could you explain something that even you didn't fully comprehend until now? How could you explain that he wasn’t the only one who had been falling?

There were four hours left before the competition started and you were crying in your room. Jiyeon had waited outside your room for ages, knocking and begging you to open the door. Eventually, she had given up. You had promised her that you'd show up when the time came. That was all you could muster up the courage to tell her.

Truthfully, you didn’t know how you could go through with it. To go out there and skate with Sunghoon as if nothing had happened, as if your heart wasn’t broken into pieces with no fault but your own. You hadn’t seen him since he had confessed. Not that you had even left your room since then. The tears that had started to fall back then seemed never-ending. You didn’t know that a person could cry so hard and that your heart could ache so much.

As the time ticked away, you found yourself trapped in a whirlwind of emotions, unable to find the strength to face the reality before you. Every passing minute felt like an eternity, and the weight of your actions weighed heavily on your heart.

The sound of a gentle knock on the door roused you from your thoughts. Jiyeon's voice reached you, muffled yet filled with concern. "Please, just open the door. We're running out of time, and I'm worried about you."

You ignored it.

She begged you to open the door, begged you to tell her what was wrong but you didn’t budge. For a while, the sounds behind the door went silent and you wondered if Jiyeon had given up again. But then, another voice came through the door.

“Open the door Y/N.”

You recognized the voice instantly and you felt yourself crumble just a little bit more. A part of you wanted to open the door, to see his face and find solace in his presence. But another part of you feared the pain and vulnerability that awaited on the other side.

There was a pause before he spoke again, this time so quietly you could barely hear him. “Please.”

And your willpower was gone. You rose up from bed to open the door. It was only when the door swung open that you remembered you probably looked like a mess. Your tear- stained face, pyjamas that you didn’t have the strength to get out of and messy hair probably looked like a sight. It was a shock when you saw that Sunghoon didn’t look much better.

Sunghoon looked dishevelled. His eyes were tired, surrounded by dark circles that rivalled your own. The pain and vulnerability reflected in his eyes mirrored your own, and in that instant, all the walls and barriers you had erected around yourself crumbled.

Without saying a word, Sunghoon stepped forward, closing the distance between you.

“What are you doing Y/N.” His voice was soft.

You didn’t answer his question, not knowing what he was asking.

He let out a shaky breath. “What are you doing to me?” He whispered.

He reached out a trembling hand, his fingers grazing against your tear-stained cheek. The tender touch sent a shiver down your spine, and you couldn't help but lean into it, seeking comfort in his presence.

“One day you’re telling me that you wouldn’t do this routine with anyone other than me. Next, you’re ignoring me while I try to talk to you. You’re hot and cold and I never know what to expect from you.”

He was pleading now. “Please tell me I didn’t imagine what I felt on the ice with you that day. Please tell me I’m not the only one who feels this way.”

He took your hand in his, softly putting it over his heart. “I know you hate me Y/N. But can’t you see what you do to me?”

His heart raced under your touch. His words cut through the silence, laying bare his confusion, pain, and longing.

You felt the tears threatening to fall again. “Sunghoon, I don’t hate you. I mean, I did but I don’t now. I hate how you make me feel. I hate how my heart seems to float whenever you’re near me. I hate the way my stomach fills with butterflies when you’re around. I hate the way my breath quickens when you touch me. Most of all, I hate how vulnerable you make me.” Your voice wavered, and you took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself.

Sunghoon's expression softened, his eyes filled with a mix of remorse and understanding.

“I never wanted to hurt you.” He murmured.

Your voice was barely audible when you continued. “You never did. I brought that upon myself. Despite how hard I tried to push you away, you’re always on my mind. It’s terrifying how much of my mind you had taken over in such a short period of time.”

Sunghoon’s hands tightened around yours, still pressed to his chest. A silence settled between you two, heavy with emotion.

“Y/N,” Sunghoon said softly. “When we win… can I kiss you?”

His question caught you off guard and you felt your heartbeat quicken. Under your hand, you could feel that Sunghoon’s heartbeat matched your rhythm.

Wordlessly you nodded yes. That was all Sunghoon needed. He breathed a sigh of relief, a genuine smile now spreading on his face.

“Go get ready. We have a competition to win.”

And for the first time since the rehearsal day, you smiled.

Mercifully, Jiyeon didn’t ask you any questions when you finally emerged out of your room in your outfit. She didn’t even say anything when Sunghoon grabbed hold of your hand as you walked towards the skate rink (although she did raise her eyebrow at you). You were glad she didn’t ask you anything because you honestly didn’t know what to say. You didn’t even have the energy for it, the emotional turmoil of the past few days had tired you out. You wanted to save your energy for the competition.

Sunghoon looked dazzling in his matching midnight blue outfit. You couldn’t help but peak glances at him, blushing when he caught you in the act. Sunghoon thought you looked gorgeous and didn’t hesitate to tell you so as well.

The competition started on record time and in the blink of an eye, it was time for you and Sunghoon to skate.

“Hey,” Sunghoon whispered to you before you both got on the ice. “I really really like you Y/N.”

Your face was bright red when the spotlight shifted over to you and you mentally cursed Sunghoon for telling you that right before you had to be under the spotlight. You hoped the audience didn’t notice.

The music soon started, the familiar notes that you had practised echoing through the place. As the music enveloped the rink, you and Sunghoon synchronised your movements, seamlessly gliding across the ice. The routine you had practised countless times now took on a new meaning, infused with the raw emotions and unspoken words that hung in the air between you.

With each graceful leap, each intricate spin, and each delicate touch, you poured your heart and soul into the performance. The audience watched in awe as the chemistry between you and Sunghoon radiated, a tangible connection that transcended the boundaries of the ice rink.

The routine progressed flawlessly, the tension and anticipation building as you approached the climax. The choreography seemed to reflect the journey of your relationship, with moments of tender closeness and fleeting glances that spoke volumes. The lift that you had once been so scared of, was performed flawlessly. The look in Sunghoon’s eyes as he held you was one of pure adoration and you wondered if you looked the same.

As the final notes of the music echoed, you and Sunghoon stood face to face, breathing heavily but exhilarated. The crowd erupted into applause and you could swear you heard Jiyeon even through the loud crowd.

With a mix of exhaustion and elation, you and Sunghoon skated off the ice, hand in hand, basking in the afterglow of the performance. As soon as you were off the ice you turned towards him.

“I really really like you too Sunghoon.”

He grinned from ear to ear. “I know.”

As you both awaited the judges' scores, Jiyeon rushed over, her face beaming with pride. "That was incredible, you two! You completely captivated the audience! I'm so proud of you!"

You smiled at Jiyeon's words, grateful for her unwavering support. Sunghoon squeezed your hand, his eyes filled with admiration and affection.

Soon, you were both asked to return back to the ice. The scores were announced, and the tension reached its peak.

“And the top scorers for the night and our gold medal winnders are… Y/N L/N and Park Sunghoon!”

A surge of emotions washed over you but before you could react to them, you felt an arm around your waist and suddenly you were pressed against Sunghoon. Before you could react, he pulled you closer, pushing his lips on yours. The touch of his lips on yours made a jolt of electricity travel through your body. Unconsciously, your hands moved to wrap around his neck, pushing him even closer to you. In the back of your head, you knew that the audience was going wild at the sudden act unfolding in front of them. At any other time, you would’ve been embarrassed. But you couldn’t bring yourself to care as you kissed Sunghoon with an urgency that surprised even yourself.

When you finally parted, breathless and gazing into each other's eyes, the world around you came rushing back. The crowd's cheers and applause filled the air, reminding you that you were not alone in this moment of bliss. You felt the heat creeping up to your face as the commentator made a joke about the two lovebirds. But when Sunghoon grabbed your hand in his, none of the outside world mattered.

“Can you two stop making out for one second?” Jiyeon’s exasperated voice made you break away from Sunghoon. His arms remained wrapped around your waist, pulling you close as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

Your rolled your eyes at Jiyeon. “Can’t I spend some time with my boyfriend when we’re taking a break?” You pouted.

“Your break ended 15 minutes ago!”

You looked at the timer Jiyeon had set out on the floor. “Oops.”

You couldn't help but giggle at Jiyeon's exasperation, feeling a mix of amusement and embarrassment. Sunghoon's laughter only added to the lightheartedness of the moment.

“And you,” Jiyeon pointed at Sunghoon, shooting a glare at him. “Why are you here? Don’t forget you’re competing against her now, not with her. Stop distracting my protégé.” She complained.

Sunghoon held up his hands in mock surrender, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Sorry, Jiyeon. I couldn’t resist coming to see my girlfriend. But I promise I won’t distract her any longer.”

You gave Sunghoon a playful nudge, trying to suppress your smile. "See, Jiyeon? He knows his place now."

Jiyeon rolled her eyes, though a hint of a smile tugged at the corners of her lips. "Fine, fine. Just make sure you're both focused when you step back on the ice. We have a competition to win."

“Not if I win it first.” Sunghoon escaped the playful punch you aimed at him, laughing out loud.

“In your dreams Park. I won’t go easy on you just cause you’re cute.”

“You think I’m cute?” He teased.

“Enough!” Jiyeon yelled, covering her eyes at the sight of you two flirting.

Sunghoon gave you another quick kiss before he ran away laughing in joy. You basked in the glow of it all before Jiyeon barked at you to start practising again.

When the music started you felt the familiar adrenaline rush through you. You started to glide, your determination renewed. Sunghoon may have been your boyfriend but you hadn’t been joking when you had told him you wouldn’t go easy on him. He knew it too. He wouldn’t expect anything less from his ice princess.

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kira-broflovski · 2 years ago

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Let Your Hair Down || Kyle Broflovski x Reader

note: jewfro appreciation!! characters are in high school

It was Thursday!

In other words, it was an important day for both you and your boyfriend, Kyle. Thursdays for the two of you were date nights.

This exact day was extra special, however. After school, there was a school basketball game which he was playing in and he invited you to come watch him. Of course, you agreed.

So there you sat in the stands, the anticipation of seeing him made you tap your foot quickly.

Then, the school's basketball team finally came out and everyone from your school cheered for them. Most of your grade had shown up to support them, knowing they were going to wipe the floor with the rival school's team.

You easily spotted Kyle with his fluffy, green hat. Why was he still wearing it?

Thinking for a moment, you realised in the couple months you had been dating and the years you have known him... you had never seen his hair.

You noticed he was looking for you in the stands, and his face lit up when he spotted you, his heart beating faster when he realised you were wearing the jacket with his last name and number on the back. Naturally, you decided to smile and wave at him, so he did the same back.

However, doing that drew attention to him from none other than the coach.

"Broflovski! What are you doing wearing that damn hat?" The coach bellowed, making a few of your classmates and most of the other school laugh.

"It's cold, sir."

"You're wearing a vest and shorts, it can't be that bad." This only made everyone laugh at Kyle more, which started to worry you.

"Uh-"

"Take it off, Kyle."

"But, sir-" the poor boy got cut off again.

"Take the stupid hat off, or you can't play!" Coach yelled, startling most of the team. Uh oh.

Begrudgingly, he took his hat off and shook his head to try get his hair's volume back after wearing the hat all day. The way his red hair seemed to bounce so perfectly had stunned you.

He was almost afraid to look at you, in case you were judging him. What was going through your mind was quite the opposite: you couldn't take your eyes off of Kyle.

He managed to look over at you when he scored, and his mind was put at ease when he saw you staring at him, starstruck, and cheering him on.

Outside, after the game, you ran up and threw your arms around him.

"I'm so proud of you, Kyle!" You gushed. You noticed his hat was back on, but you didn't mind.

"Thanks, Y/N." He pulled you close to him and smiled. He just couldn't be happier as the two of you stood there, enjoying each other's embrace, and you had stood there so long that everyone else had left already.

Finally pulling away, you were looking closely at the freckles that were dotted around his face. They made him all the more cuter, so you couldn't resist lightly peppering his face with little kisses. His shoulders slumped at all the affection: he felt so at peace with your arms around each other.

"Let's go back to mine, shall we?" He suggested in a low voice. "I don't want to waste the night out here."

The two of you walked hand-in-hand to the Broflovski residence. You quickly stopped to greet his parents before being dragged up the stairs by your boyfriend.

"What's the rush, Kyle?" You laughed. It's not like you were complaining, you were just curious.

"I just want you so bad," he sighed and stared at you with adoration.

"Then you can have me," you whispered in his ear, sending a welcome shudder down his spine.

Once again, your arms were around each other, but both pairs of hands wandered more freely thanks to the fact you had much more privacy in the comfort of his bedroom.

Your arms were around the back of his neck, wanting so desperately to feel his hair in your hands. Meanwhile, his hands had made their way to your waist and his grip tightened with every deep kiss.

While he leaned down to kiss you, pinned against the wall, one hand quickly threw off his hat while the other remained on your waist.

However, your legs started to grow tired and he took notice of your knees buckling underneath him, so what did he do? Pick you up and carry you over to the bed of course!

The makeout session continued, with you slightly pulling on his hair and his hands wandering all over your body.

Growing tired once more, the two of you slowly pulled away and let out heavy breaths while just staring. When he knew it was okay to do so, he let himself flop onto you and his whole body weight acted like a weighted blanket. You could feel his content smile in the crook of your neck.

"You really make me feel things I've never felt before," he laughed breathlessly.

"I can say the same for you." You responded.

Rain started to drizzle against the window, and you watched it with wandering eyes while your hand made it's way back to his hair, just more gentle this time.

You couldn't even explain why you liked his hair so much, instead you just opted to whisper, "so soft."

Kyle could hear the smile in your voice, so naturally the grin he already displayed got wider. "You really like my hair that much, huh?"

"Mhm."

"You're so cute, Y/N." He finally looked up at you, seeing your bashful smile and the swollen lips that wore the smile.

"I'm too tired to even bother disagreeing," you laughed. "Should we watch something?"

"Sure."

Tender moments like this were moments Kyle would never change for the world, even with your obsession for his hair and freckles.

#kyle broflovski #kyle broflovski x reader #south park #south park x y/n #fluff #south park fanfiction #south park x reader

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mamaestapa · 1 year ago

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Love you writing and this idea! So fun. What about blurb where Joe takes his like 4 year old son to practice and you come and meet them there and watch them all playing

Take Your Son to Work Day|| Joe Burrow x reader

•pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

•summary: Joe takes your four year old son to his practice for the day

•warnings: pregnancy and fluff, but that’s it :)

"Alright Jackie boy," Joe leaned down so he was level with his four year old son, "daddy's going to get a drink and then he'll be right back OK?" His son nodded, giving him a thumbs up, "OK daddy." Joe ruffled his sons dark blonde hair as he stood up from his crouched position.

Today was a special day for Joe. Not only was it the first practice of the new football season, but it was also the first time Joe got to bring his son to practice with him now that he's a little older. Jax went to a Bengals practice only one other time, that time being during Joe's rookie season when Jax was just a baby. Jax has been begging Joe to take him to practice with him for the past couple weeks. You and Joe told him he could go when there wasn't a super intense practice being held. Today was the perfect day for Jax to come to practice with Joe. You had a doctors appointment and needed someone to watch Jax, so Joe suggested he could take Jax with him today so that the two of them could have some "father son bonding time". All Joe would be doing today was working on his form and running a few drills with the coaches. The laid back practice gave Joe plenty of time to make important corrections and play with his son every once in a while.

After he was rehydrated, Joe walked back over to the bench Jax was sitting at on the sideline. The little boys bright blue eyes lit up as soon as he saw his daddy start to make his way back to the bench. Jax jumped up from the bench and grabbed a football that was sitting on the ground next to him.

“Daddy!” he yelled, “play catch with me!”

Joe looked over at the coaches he was working with today at practice. They just nodded and gave him a small smile, letting Joe know that it was OK for him to take a break and play with his son. Joe smiled and jogged the rest of the way back to the bench.

“You got the ball buddy?” he asked Jax. The blonde boy nodded, holding it out for his dad.

“Yep!” he grinned, “will you play with me daddy?” Joe smiled and reached out to give his sons shoulder a loving squeeze. “Of course, give me a second to take off some of my gear and then I will.” Jax nodded and grinned happily as he watched Joe take off his pads, leaving him in just a skin tight black tank. Joe picked up his jersey from the bench and threw it back on over his body before he turned to his son and held out his hands. Jax giggled and threw the football at his dad’s empty, waiting hands. Joe gripped the ball as Jax ran a ways down the field, giggling away as his little feet hit the turf. A wide grin broke out on Joe’s face as the sound of his sons joyous laughter filled his ears. Jax turned around and held his hands up.

“Throw it daddy!”

Joe chuckled and threw the football at his son. The little boy squealing as he ran for the ball. Cheering as soon as he caught it. “I caught it!”

Joe smiled, giving his son a thumbs up, “Good job Jackie boy! Throw it back.” He put his hands up in the air, getting ready to catch the ball. Jax threw the ball with as much force as his little body allowed him. The ball fell short making the little boy frown as he watched Joe walk up to where it landed.

“I’m sorry daddy, that was a bad throw.” The little boy frowned. Joe shook his head at his son, “No buddy, it was good. Daddy just can’t catch.” Jax laughed at his dads words, agreeing with him.

The two played catch for a while, both of them wearing wide grins and laughing together as they enjoyed their time bonding. Joe didn’t usually get to have one-on-one time with his son like this during the season, so he was enjoying every second of it.

Jax was getting ready to throw the ball to Joe again when he suddenly dropped it and let out a gasp. He took off running in Joe’s direction.

“Mommy!” the little boy yelled, running towards you. You laughed as you saw your little boy run at you with a big grin on his face. You crouched down to his level and held your arms out, smiling as your son got closer to you. He ran into your waiting arms, wrapping his little arms around your neck. “Hi Jaxie.” you said, your happy smile evident in your tone.

He pulled away from you, “Hi mommy. I missed you.” You smiled and stood up, grabbing your little boys hand. “I missed you too,” you looked up and saw Joe walking toward the two of you with a smile on his face. You smiled back and looked down at Jax, “did you have fun with daddy?” He nodded, “Mhm, we played catch!”

You opened your mouth, showing off your excitement, “You played catch?!” Jax nodded quickly, “Yeah!” You rubbed Jax’s back, “Well I’m so happy you had fun with daddy today.” Jax walked away from you and up to Joe, wrapping his arms around Joe’s thigh. “I had so much fun. Did you daddy?” The little boy looked up at his dad with his blue eyes that matched Joe’s. Joe smiled, bringing his hand down to his sons hair. “I had the best day ever with you buddy.”

Jax smiled and placed a kiss on his dads thigh, squealing as Ja’Marr came up behind him and picked him up.

“Uncle ‘Marr!” Jax squealed, “What you doing?” Ja’Marr laughed and put Jax back down on the ground, grabbing the football that Joe and Jax used to play catch. “C’mon little man, let’s play some more.”

“OK!” Jax cheered, running away from you and Joe to go play with his Uncle Ja’Marr. You and Joe watched with smiles on your faces as Ja’Marr threw the ball to your son. Joe sighed contently as he wrapped an arm around your waist, gently pulling you into his side.

“How was your appointment?” He asked, glancing down at you. You nodded, “Great. Baby Burrow is growing like a weed.” Joe smiled and brought his hand over to the side of your tummy. You were only eight weeks along, so you weren’t really showing yet, but Joe still loved to hold your belly.

“Good. I can’t wait to bring this one to practice someday too.”

You just smiled as you leaned further into your husbands touch, the two of you watching your son giggle away happily as he played catch with his uncles. Joe couldn’t wait for the day he’d get to bring both of his kids to practice with him.

hey loves!!

here’s the next blurb! i had to do this one tonight, i was in a dad joe mood🥰

also can you tell i’ve been watching too much sons of anarchy? lol

a couple more coming later!! feel free to send me more blurb ideas. i won’t get to them tonight, but they will be done for future blurb nights! :)

#joe burrow #joe burrow x reader #joe burrow x y/n #joe burrow x you #joe burrow imagines #joe burrow blurbs #blurb night

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fvists · 3 months ago

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our cat son

mark rebellato era! artrick

✎ art finds a cat and, in typical art fashion, persuades him to co-parent the new baby (in secret).

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 877 wrds.

"Art?"

Silence.

"Art, where are you?"

More silence.

"Art, seriously, where are you? I heard you."

Patrick stood with his hands on his hips, a quizzical look on his face as he examined he and Art's shared room. They'd been bunkmates at the Mark Rebellato Tennis Academy since they were twelve, and Art had never not greeted Patrick with a big smile and wave.

Patrick literally heard Art shuffling around the room before he opened the door, so where the hell was he? There weren't many places to hide, so Patrick guessed he'd just have to start looking.

"Art?" He called, checking under his bed.

"Artt??" He drawled, checking under Art's bed.

"Where the hell are you?" He groaned, searching the connected bathroom.

"Arthur Michael Donaldson!" He yelled, standing in the middle of the room.

A short gasp sounded from inside their shared closet, then a small 'Shit!'.

Patrick frowned and walked over to the closet, placing each of his hands on the handles. He paused for a second to listen to the sounds of quiet shuffling of a body and rustling of clothes, then he smirked and yanked the doors open.

"Gotcha!- The fuck?"

Art was curled up in between all the clothes, cradling a tiny ball of fur in his arms. He smiled sheepishly up at Patrick, who looked absolutely bewildered.

"Hey, Pat..." He smiled, shielding the little creature under his arm.

"What is that?" Patrick asked, trying to get a better view from where he stood.

"Don't be mad."

"Art, what the hell is that?"

"Don't be mad!"

"Okay, just tell me what the fuck it is!"

Art shifted with a grunt, lifting himself out of the closet. He moved the furball into his hands and presented it to Patrick like it was Simba-- And it might as well have been Simba, considering the fact that Patrick was now staring right in the eyes of a little orange kitten.

"Are you serious?" Patrick laughed. Despite his shock and bewilderment, he reached a hand up to scratch the kitten on the head. "Where the fuck did you get this thing?"

The kittened meowed, as if to tell the story itself, before Art shushed it and placed his fingers over its little mouth.

"You know where the courtyard connects to the neighborhood out back? Well, I was out there with Jack and we heard a little meow, so we started running along the fence trying to find it. We found this little guy stuck under the fence, so we picked him up and bathed him and made sure he was okay...but I couldn't let him go," Art explained, mindlessly petting the cat's back.

Patrick shook his head, thoroughly amused by the story. "So...what, you're planning on keeping this kitten a secret from the teachers and coaches? What if you get caught?"

Art paused, as if he hadn't considered that.

"Well...I was hoping you'd help me take care of him? I was planning on keeping him until we go home for Thanksgiving, so I can give him to my mom and make sure she'll take care of him."

Patrick huffed. Thanksgiving was...three months away. They were going to have to take care of this kitten and keep him a secret during room checks for three months. It would be difficult...but Art was looking at him like his life would be over if he had to let this kitten go, and he'd never been good at saying no to Art's pretty blue eyes.

"Okay, so what are we gonna name our baby?" Patrick resigned.

"What?" Art said, confused.

"What are we naming it? If it's gonna be our..." He paused, leaning down to examine the cat's underside. "...son, for the next three months, he needs a name."

Art broke out into a big, goofy smile. His eyes lit up, and Patrick would've thought Art's greatest wish came true.

"We can keep him?"

"Only if we can co-parent. I'm gonna get way attached to that thing in the next three months, and I don't think I'll be able to handle it if I don't get to see him ever again."

Art laughed and shrugged. "You're already invited to all my family events. I'll make sure our son attends all of them."

Patrick loved that look in Art's eyes. He always looked like he was having the best day ever, especially when he smiled. Art was beautiful.

"Good. So...what's his name?"

"Bartholomew?"

"No."

"Garfield?"

"..Because he's orange? No."

"Uh...Alan."

"No!"

"Buttons."

"No- Actually, that's...that's actually kinda cute. I like that."

Art smiled even bigger, if that was even possible, and offered Buttons to Patrick. Patrick handled him very gingerly and cradled him to his chest. Buttons meowed in protest for a moment, but he quickly resigned to the warmth.

Patrick always ran hotter than Art, so it made sense that Buttons liked being held by him. Patrick was the fire to Art's ice.

"I love our son," Patrick said wistfully.

"I love him, too," Art shrugged. "Not as much as I love you, though," He said jokingly.

Patrick made a fake gagging noise and carefully shifted Buttons over to one hand so he could punch Art's shoulder.

"You're gross."

"You love it."

#challengers #art donaldson #patrick zweig #josh o connor #mike faist #artrick #challengers movie #art x patrick #art donaldson x patrick zweig #fanfic #fvists

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blckbarbiedoll · 5 months ago

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Million Dollar Baby

Chapter 5-Love-One

September 28, 2017-Los Angeles, California

You quietly walked into the dimly lit bedroom, trying not to wake your mother. The hot soup in your hands threatened to spill as you set it on the bedside table.

"Ayesha?"

"Hi." You whispered. "I'm sorry. Did I wake you?"

"No. I was about to get up anyway." She slowly sat up.

"Hey, relax. Don't move around too much."

"I have cancer, Ayesha. I'm not made of glass."

"Just be careful." You sat in the armchair next to the bed. "You hungry?"

"No."

"You need to eat."

"I'll eat when I'm hungry." She rubbed her temples gently.

"Do you need medicine?"

"No. I'm fine. Don't you have a match next week to get ready for?"

"Uh, no. I dropped out."

"You what?"

"I have more important things to worry about."

"Did you drop out because of me?"

"Don't say it like it's a bad thing."

"Are you outta your fucking mind?"

"Mom-"

"You can't pause your career because of me."

"I've already had a great career."

"And you'll continue to."

"About that..." You sighed and looked down at your feet.

"What?"

"I'm retiring this year."

She looked at you in disbelief before scoffing.

"You idiot."

"Can you not?"

"Why would you give up on your dream when you're on top of the world?"

"My dream? I never wanted this."

"Yes you did."

"No, you did. You wanted me to be like you. I never did."

"You're being dramatic."

"I gave up my whole life to do what you wanted me to!"

"Well, I didn't see you trying to do anything else!"

"That's because you never let me go to college! My only skill in life is hitting a ball with a racket!"

"And you're goddamn good at it!"

She covered her mouth as she began to cough dryly. You handed her a glass of water and patted her back.

"You okay?"

"Yeah."

"I don't think you've ever said I was good at tennis before."

"That's because you're not good. You're extraordinary. And it would be a mistake to retire right now."

"I'm tired, mom. I just wanna live my life." You held her hand and smiled. "I don't wanna be a tennis player anymore. I just wanna be me."

She looked at you with pity as tears formed in her eyes.

"Baby, I am so sorry if I was too hard on you. All I wanted to do was give you the joy that I had when I played. But I just ended up squashing it."

"Hey." You sat on the side of the bed. "It wasn't all bad. When Tashi and I first started, I had never been happier. Or when Art and I would play when I went to go visit him at school. And now that I've started coaching Patrick, I feel like I've finally found what I wanna do."

"Ayesha."

"What?"

"Promise me something?"

"Anything."

"Make up with Tashi and Art. Life is too short to be mad at the people you love."

"We hate each other. That's not love."

"You just said those were the happiest times of your life. Do you really hate each other, or do you think you do because you haven't tried to talk it out?"

"Why are you so wise?"

"Years and years of life, baby."

🎾TWO YEARS LATER🎾

"Game and second set, Donaldson. Six-two. Match is tied. One set all." That set Patrick off immediately. He yelled and repeatedly hit his racket on the ground, breaking it into pieces. "Code violation, racket abuse. Point penalty, Zweig."

You scoffed and got up to walk out of the stands. You pleaded with your bodyguard not to follow you. You found an empty spot by a tree and took your pen out and brought it to your lips.

"Are you vaping right now?" Tashi asked as she walked up to you.

"Are you stalking me?"

"Maybe."

"If you came here to gloat about how Art's gonna win, you can save it."

"For your information, I came to talk to you."

"What could you possibly have to talk to me about?" You took another hit and blew the smoke away from Tashi.

"I need a favor."

"Why would I do you a favor?"

"Because, it isn't for me. It's for Art."

"What do you want?"

"Tell Patrick to throw the game."

"You've gotta be fucking kidding me."

"Patrick doesn't need this win. Art does. He's this close to throwing his whole career away."

"Art's already a fucking star. If anyone needs this, it's Patrick."

"If he was playing against anyone else, I wouldn't be asking this. But if he loses to Patrick, you know what that'll do to him."

"You care about people's feelings now?"

She stepped closer and grabbed your hand.

"Ayesha, please. If Art doesn't win this, I don't know what it'll do to him."

"That's your problem. Not mine, not Patrick's. Yours."

A small gust of wind blew your straightened hair in front of your face. She reached up to slide it behind your ear.

"Ayesha, I..." She stopped herself. You could tell she wanted to say something. Part of you hoped she would curse you out so you could hate her more. The other part wanted her to kiss you again and whisper sweet nothings in your ear. "Think about it." She said before walking away.

"Why didn't you come to my mom's funeral?" You called out.

She stopped in her tracks and turned around.

"Honestly, I thought you didn't wanna see me."

"Mom would've wanted you there."

"Did you?"

"Kinda." You walked over to her. "Tashi, come on. We're grown. When are we gonna stop pretending that we hate each other?"

"Who's pretending?"

"Are you still jealous? It's been twelve years."

"You took my fucking life, Ayesha. You took my career, my brand deal, you took Patrick."

"First you were pissed because I was with Art, and now it's because I'm with Patrick?"

"He was mine first."

"He doesn't belong to you. And neither does Art for that matter."

"He's my husband."

"He's also a person. You know what I think?"

"What, Ayesha? What do you think?"

"I think you're mad at me because you're confused. You don't know what to do with yourself if you can't control everybody. Patrick and I aren't attached to your hip anymore, and you can feel Art slowly slipping away."

"Shut up."

"I think you're convincing yourself that you hate me because you're still in love with me. That's why you kissed me the other day."

"I am not in love with you. You were nothing to me. Just a glorified fuck buddy."

"One day, Tashi, you're gonna look at your perfect little life, and think about your perfect little family, and you're gonna feel this emptiness like something's missing. And then, you're gonna think about me. You're gonna realize that I was right. And all those years you spent trying to hide a part of yourself are gonna come back to haunt you."

"Stop."

"But I'll be fine. Because I know what I am. Do you?"

"Final set. Zweig to serve. Love-one." You heard in the distance.

"I guess you forgot I can read you like a book, huh?" You walked past her and went back to the stands.

#challengers #ayesha brown #million dollar baby #fanfic #patrick zweig x reader #tashi duncan x reader #art donaldson x reader

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shhh-secret-time · 9 months ago

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We need more of that Soulmate stuff! Can we get one with Stan??? I've such a weakness for our goth boy!

Oh and thank you for writing gn! It's such a small thing but it makes me feel good to read! 🫶

Of course you can! I love Stan and soulmate shit so literally any excuse! I'm glad my writing makes you feel good darling!

Warning: Strong Language, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, over use of the word skin and flesh, and a single shit excuse for poetry

Pairings: Stan x GN!Reader

The most annoying habit Stan had was chewing his bottom lip, so many things of lip balm used to try and repair his lips. Little discarded tubes of flavors that were the foulest thing he'd ever tasted, it was Kyle's idea, if it tasted bad maybe he could trick his brain into stopping the habit.

The second annoying habit was drumming his fingers on his desk, he was especially bad about it when he was younger. That was before the little marking on his skin started popping up. Little words and doodles on his forearm dancing on his skin. At first it freaked him out, he was fourteen and these weird little tattoos were popping up on his skin and then disappearing.

The third annoying habit was never learning to not go to his father when he didn't understand something. One would think after it backfiring so many times Stan would learn to go to his mother when he had questions. To his credit Randy did give him an answer. It just led to a whole ordeal of him telling the entire fucking town that his son has a soulmate and that his son was just like him when he was fourteen. It was embarrassing and he hoped that whoever his soulmate was didn't hear it.

Apparently, the little doodles and grocery shopping lists on his forearm was his soulmate’s handwriting and boy did they love to draw on their arm. Stan would be out in the football field practicing his throws when he'd feel the light brush of the pen across his arm. Which always lead to him fumbling a pass. Maybe he had to thank his coach for all the times he yelled at him because it was after one practice that he finally started marking on his arm back.

At first it was just to try and get whoever his soulmate was back. Taking a sharpie to the underside of his forearm, the big blocky letters spelled S-T-O-P. He remembers tugging down his sleeve with a grumble, thinking he would be free from the torment. Little did he know this was a declaration of war.

You were sitting in the science lab when it happened, working on your assignment when the letters appeared. Up until then you never saw something like that happen, so when it did you nearly dropped the beaker. Soulmate or not, who did they think they were to send such a passive aggressive message?! You excused yourself and hurried to the bathroom, ignoring the look of your partner. You pulled up your sleeve and glared down at bright silver words.

Stan furrowed his brows as his eyes scanned over the new message.

"Who uses a silver sharpie?! Are you kidding me?!" You hissed.

Well, you couldn't take that sitting down, could you? Your hands dug into the pockets of your pants to pull out the pen you always kept on you. Dragging the tip of the cheap pen across your skin, you wrote your little soulmate a loving note.

"Eat shit."

The font lit a fire in him as his eyes narrowed. Stan took the lid off the sharpie and drew a crude middle finger on his palm. Once he was satisfied with it, he pulled his gloves back on, maybe his soulmate didn't have gloves and would have to deal with that.

From then on Stan carried that damn sharpie everywhere. He would be in the middle of talking with his friends about something when he'd feel your words sketch onto his skin again. He would stop even if he was in the middle of something just to read whatever rude thing you'd come up with. It was Kyle who finally approached him about it.

"Dude you're gonna get ink poisoning." Stan almost missed the way Kyle scolded him, to focused on writing.

"I don't care Kyle! They're insulting the Broncos!" Stan hissed back.

"How did you even get on that topic?" Kyle rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest.

"I-...I don't know but I'm not going to just let them shit on my favorite team!" He looked up towards his best friend, Kyle could see the fire behind those blue eyes and almost chuckled.

"This person is supposed to be your soulmate, ya know? Like your forever partner."

"I know that! But it's like they know exactly what to say to get under my skin!" Stan groans as he caps the sharpie and slumps back against the park bench. "I mean...was it like this for you? You found yours recently."

The red head raised a brow at his friend, the question catching him off guard. "Hm...no? We got along pretty much instantly. Guess it helped they found me before I found them?"

Stan watches as Kyle presses a thumb into his palm. A warm smile plays across his lips as he rubs the golden letters. Rumors of Kyle and his soulmate spread quick, they were the talk around campus for a while much to Kyle’s dismay.

"But I get what you're feeling."

"You fight with your partner like this?"

"What? No! Not yet at least...I mean it's bound to happen eventually, but I mean the thing you said about their words getting under your skin." Kyle shook his head making the green straps on his head swing back and forth. Before Stan could respond Kyle held up his hand and continued. "They'll text me or say something to me and it just...feels like my heart is going to explode. The first time we kissed it felt like my skin was on fire, it felt intense. So... I think that might just be a side effect of having a soulmate. Everything is kinda turned up to eleven."

Stan just sat there and listened to him. He pushed his hands in his coat pocket and squeezed the sharpie, letting the words sink in. Leave it to Kyle to make him think about it more. Stan responds with a long sigh.

"... Maybe."

"Hey at least you can talk to yours. We had to go based off each other's thoughts...it's hard keeping my thoughts in control."

"Yeah, I don't know if I could live with that, probably end up cutting my hand off." Stan chuckles and looks down at his forearm.

Maybe he could swallow his pride a little and just take it easy. It certainly made sense now why your words were having such an effect on him. If everything was turned up to eleven like Kyle said, then maybe he needed to take a step back and try something else.

It wasn't until he was sitting in class bored again that he got the idea. He even went out of his way to use a different marker, one with a smaller point. Pressing the tip to his arm, he watched the bright blue ink bleed into his skin. Stan didn't really know what to write, it was hard to go from writing stupid insults and drawing crude things to something just mundane. He pressed his lips together and stared hard at the little blue dot until his hand started moving. Stan wrote best when it was in song lyrics or his poems.

Watercolor running down my skin.

It's supposed to feel cool but all it does is make my head spin.

You get under my skin like fire.

The tip of your pen bleeds me like sharp wire.

He pulls back and looks down at it with narrowed eyes. Stan can already feel the warm embarrassment spreading over his face and up to the tip of his ears. Quickly pulling down his sleeve again, he tried to push it out of his mind for the rest of the day. An hour went by before he felt that all too familiar feeling, it was something he was getting used to at this point. He looked down and his eyes widened in awe.

"Did you write that? It's good."

No smart-ass comment about his poetry. You didn't make fun of him for putting his words in a silly simple format. You just complimented it. Stan could feel his heart speeding up as he re-read the small sentence under his poetry over and over again.

"Yeah. I'm not good at communicating normally."

"Poetry is just easier for ya huh?"

"That or music."

"Really? You play?"

Stan grinned down as he started running out of room on his forearm, having to move to the surface of his arm now. His face getting closer to his skin as he hunches over his desk to keep writing.

"Yeah, guitar and a little bass. They're kinda similar."

"That's cool!"

"Do you play any?"

And soon his entire arm was covered in back and forths. Talking about music to whatever else the two of you could come up with. He learned about all your hobbies just as you learned his. You started keeping a little journal of all the poems he wrote you, all the little songs he'd write down across his. It was when you'd wake up to a poem, first thing in the early mornings. The sunlight caressing your entire body, wrapping you up like a hug.

The poems spoke of things like how he was excited to talk to you throughout the day. Asking you if blue was starting to become your favorite color. Did you think of him when you saw it? Things like how he was so happy to see you respond and that he thinks of you every time he strums on his guitar. You were just thankful he couldn't hear your heartbeat or see the way he made your face flush.

But there was that longing to finally see this person. You learned your partner was a he but the thought of asking him his name didn't seem to matter. It was like you'd known him your whole life, and because of him blue was starting to become your favorite color. So one night as you sat at your desk, you decided to just go for it.

"Hey. I just thought about how I don't know your name!" You had to move to writing with your non-dominate hand which made your handwriting a little shaky.

You giggled at the little doodle that came up next to your statement. It was a horrible drawing of Kirby pointing at the writing, but his face was scrunched up in disgust.

"I dunno. Didn't think about it."

You waited after reading his sentence, thinking he was going to continue. Nope. Nothing.

"Well, what is it??" You asked as you doodled next to the Kirby, a little frog wearing a hat joining the fray.

"It's Stan."

"What?! No way!"

You circled Stan's name with your pen and drew a bunch of exclamation marks. You knew a Stan; he was the quarterback at your university! He had three little friends that always seemed to follow him! He was the kid who brought a guitar to-

He brought a guitar to class sometimes.

He wrote in his notebook when he thought no one was watching.

He made your heart beat and the butterflies in your stomach flutter.

He was your soulmate.

Did he even notice you like you did him? Did he know you sat across the room from him in history? Or that you were his soulmate? Of course he didn't! He doesn't even know your name.

You break out of your spiraling thoughts when you see the blue ink across your skin again. "Pretty sure way. That's the name my mom gave me."

"You know what I mean dick! I know you! You're Stan Marsh! You live on that farm that's like an hour away from here in South Park!"

There was nothing for a while. Maybe you shouldn't have said all that, but the faster your heart sped the faster you wrote. You didn't think to slow down until you looked back at how hastily everything was written.

"You go to my university, don't you?" He asked.

"South Park college. Go cows." You doodled a little cow next to the response hoping to relief a little tension.

"Go to Stark Pond in an hour."

"What?! Dude it's like 6:30! I can't just leave this late!"

"I wanna meet you and I don't wanna wait. I'm already in my truck."

You could tell from the way the letters were spaced out and slanted. It was almost gibberish, gibberish that had your blood pumping. In a manner of seconds, you learned the name of your soulmate and you were actually considering going out. It would be around seven thirty before he actually showed up. You bit your lip and looked over at your car keys but only for a moment. When the thoughts of how he wanted to meet you were so bad he was willing to drive out again to see you. To see who you were. The fear of disappointing him did cross your mind, what if he hyped you up too much.

You knew Stan Marsh. You knew how pretty he was and how he could make a group of people follow him. You knew he had those beautiful baby blue eyes that seemed to go forever.

God you loved the color blue.

With a huff you grabbed your keys and put on some decent clothes. You waited at Starks Pond for that hour, you could have stayed home to wait but your anxiety wouldn't let you. Not the way your heart was still pounding, every minute that passed felt like agony. Pulling your jacket closer to your body, you almost leapt out of your skin each time a car would pull up; only to be disappointed when anyone that wasn't Stan got out or drove off.

When finally, a beat up brown truck pulled up next to yours. Your breath hitched when you saw movement, breathing out when you saw a familiar pair of red shoes. A blue hat that looked well-loved over shaggy black hair.

He was standing by the water looking around, he looked as nervous as you felt. Just when he thinks you're not coming do you finally find the strength, the feeling, in your legs to step out of the car. The cold air nipping at your skin, it felt like ice right now from the way your skin set ablaze. The sounds of your footsteps crunching against the snow makes him look back and his jaw drop.

"It's you."

"It's me." You respond with a little smile, your voice barely above a whisper.

Stan takes the initiative and meets you halfway, the two of you meeting on the worn out walking trail. It isn't until he steps into the moonlight that you realize he's not wearing his jacket, but you notice the ink going up and down his arms.

"You actually came. I didn't think you would."

"I almost didn't...it's cold you know." You shoot him a little smirk, changing the tone in your voice to a lighthearted tease.

Stan let's out a breathy chuckle, you can see the little puff of air that escapes his lips. He takes a step closer towards you. You can feel the heat coming off him, radiating around your body. "Yeah guess it is. Forgot my jacket."

"Were you that excited?"

"Are you kidding? Yeah! It's not fair you knew what I looked like!"

And when you giggled Stan felt himself walking on air. The way you made his heart soar from that alone. He'd never write something funny on his arm again, if he had something funny to say you'd hear it just so he could hear that laugh.

"Then I hope you're not disappointed."

"Wh... what? Of course I'm not disappoint- You have no idea how much I'm trying not to throw up right now."

"What?!"

"No! Hold on! That came out worse than I meant! I mean I'm nervous because- because you're so beautiful and-....and I'm fucking this up, aren't I?" You watch the panic in Stan's eyes as he scrambled to try and find the right words.

You broke his mind when you laughed again. If your hands didn't come out to take his he would have bolted, ran off to find hole to crawl into. Instead, your hands anchor him to that spot, your smile brings him back down just for him to get lost in your eyes.

"You do suck at communicating." You whisper and press a kiss into his cheek.

"Uh...yeah well...you're the one kissing me. So ...I must be doing something right." Stan mentally kicks himself for that comment, but he can't help that little competitiveness in him.

Stan doesn't let you get whatever you're about to say out, his lips meet yours eagerly. He knows whatever you're about to say is only going to make his face turn a deeper shade of red. When he pulls away and sees your eyes are shut and your lips still slightly parted from the kiss, he knows he's already in deep. Especially when you cupped his face and brought him in for another.

Everything felt like being turned up to eleven. Everything felt right. You felt right being in his arms like this. He never wanted to come down from this feeling and he was sure you felt the same.

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She didn’t sleep. Maybe it was because of the way her body would react to his breath and his touch. Maybe it was guilt for her actions or maybe it was disappointment. Maybe all of those things combined kept her up at night but every time his hand reached for her exposed skin, the last two would fade away. Regret and guilt would be replaced by the need for more and so when he’d move even a bit away from her, those feelings would grow again. Like fire in the rain, that grew and lit off repeatedly. Caught in between a need and a sin.

She’d check the time, numerous times during the night. It was at 5am that she found the strength to roll away from his hold. She didn’t want to be in this room when the sun took it’s place on the sky, that would make it all too real for her. She changed into her clothes, somehow even as a shirt, he fit perfectly around her. She was cursed to have him on her back, whether it was metaphorical or literal. It didn’t take long before she saw his figure getting up, his hands pulling her back on his chest. She looked in the mirror, seeing clearly for the first time the crime she had committed. Why did she like it?

She was scared that if she said anything, she’d ruin it. They’d fight and they’d hurt each other. So she said nothing, she kissed him. One last taste of her favorite drug and she left his room like a thief. She almost made it to her room but as she made a turn on the hallway, she heard an odd laughter coming and she was met with an even odder sight. Neymar, On the floor, pale and half asleep with a very joyful Verratti by his side.

She approached them slowly, pulling down her hoodie. Neymar looked like death, while Verratti was laughing like a teenage boy.

“What’s going on here?”

Neymar moved a little in the sound of her voice. Verratti’s eyes beamed with excitement, his finger pointing at her. “IT’S MISS COACH!”

Taylor looked at Neymar, who seemed to be regretting all his life choices, she knelt beside him “ney?” she tried but he wasn’t really responding. Just humming. Verratti started pulling on her arm to get up but she wasn’t strong enough to hold both and she was more worried for Ney. He was completely out of it. She reached in her pocket for her phone and called Kylian.

“Miss me already—”

“I need help. Now. Neymar’s room.”

Kylian hanged up and went to find her. A few minutes later he was by her side. They gave each other a knowing look and he tried to get Verratti up while Taylor searched Neymar’s pockets for his key card. She found it and used it to open the door. Neymar, whose back was laid on the door fell backwards “SHIT” She yelled and bowed down to keep his head from hitting on the floor. She put his one arm around his neck and tried to get him up with all the strength she had. Kylian had already laid Verratti on the couch so he came to help her. They put him on his bed, taylor even tucked him under the covers while Kylian was taking of his shoes. She looked around the room, found a big bowl with pop corn next to the TV. She threw the pop corn on the garbage and left the bowl on the floor by his side. She Helped him lay on his side.

“when you throw up do it on the bowl. Last thing we need is for the maid telling stories of cleaning your puke.”

“I was mean to you.” Said Verratti from the other corner, lazily pointing at her. Kylian went back to him.

“What the ‘ell happened?” he asked, giving him a light slap.

“hey we were just drinking man! By the way don’t worry about the issue, I spoke with Ann—” Kylian stepped on his foot. Verratti screamed in pain. She looked at them for a moment before her eyes returned back to Neymar.

“Ney, are you sick?”

He nodded “JW gonna write about this, hm?” he poked her nose. His eyes half open. She took hold of his hand.

“JW won’t be writing about anything for a while.”

“I missed the penalty.”

She shook her head “is that why you’re like this?”

Neymar didn’t get to answer, his expression changed completely as he leaned forward, ready to puke. She lifted the bowl up to him, helped him hold it while his system was letting go of everything he had drank that night. She was looking away the whole time, her eyes finding Kylian’s. He rushed to her, replacing her hands on the bowl with his own.

“You don’t need to be here for this. Go to bed.” He said. But she refused. When Neymar was done she went and threw the puke on the toilet, flushing it down. Kylian joined her there. Taking the bowl from her hands again. “ill take care of them! Go!”

“Kylian, I got this. I just needed you to help me carry them.”

“This is not the first time one of us is cleaning each other’s shit. Junior has done the same for me, so has Marcus.”

“Taylor!” that was Neymar calling. She rushed back to his bed. Ignoring Kylian completely. When she knelt by his side again, he looked at her like a puppy “im sorry.” He mumbled. She wanted to cry just by seeing the pain in his eyes.

“It was just a penalty Ney. It doesn’t define you. Messi has missed lots, he is still the goat.”

“Why are you two together?” asked Verratti suddenly. Referring to Kylian and Taylor.

Kylian looked threateningly at him “Why aren’t you asleep yet?” he asked but it was more of a threat. Taylor on the other hand just kept her eyes on Neymar. Stroking his back. He started drifting of the way drunk people do. She could hear Kylian and Verratti bickering behind her.

“People are writing articles about you, you know!” said Verratti. That’s when she finally looked at him, narrowing her eyes.

“what articles?”

“Dunno.” He mumbled, getting more comfortable on the chair. “m sorry I was mean to you. I’ll make it up.”

She scoffed and returned her attention back to Ney. He looked like a kid. Kylian knelt behind her, placing his hand on her shoulder.

“ill stay here, go to your room.” He whispered and she twisted her head to look at him. Their faces so close to each other. He gave her a comforting smile. He squished her shoulder, holding himself back from kissing her head. “he’ll be fine. Promise.” She very subtly leaned back on him, both of them giving what little they could give to each other without being too obvious. His lips brushed on her hair. He helped her stand up and showed her to the door. She lingered there for a while, her eyes darting between Verratti and Neymar. They were both asleep now.

“Call me if anything happens.”

“I will.”

“make sure he doesn’t choke on his puke.”

“yes Ma’am”

She tried to look at Neymar again behind Kylian but he stepped in front her, blocking her view. He looked down her and then looked at the door, motioning for her to leave. She nodded, Kylian brushed his fingers with her before she turned around and left them alone in the room. Kylian rubbed his face with both hands and went to check on Neymar, who had started coughing again.

He tapped on his shoulder “you ok man?”

He nodded. Opened his eyes. Kylian got up, but his entire body froze when he heard him speak again “don’t fuck with her” he mumbled, His face half molded on the pillow. Kylian looked at him. Even in his state, his sentence came out as a terrifying warning. He didn’t continue the conversation. He laid on the other side of the bed, his head laying back on the wall. A heavy breath leaving his nose. Making a mental note in his head to talk with Verratti in the morning about the articles.

AIRPLANE – NEXT DAY

They tried to avoid each other as much as they could in the airport, usually caught up in conversations in different and separate groups. Taylor had her eye on Neymar the whole time, he’d barely look at her. When they got on the plane, Taylor went to put her handbag on the cupboard over her seat, suddenly she felt Kylian’s front on her back. His hands reaching for hers, as he helped her place her bag there. He gave her a little unnecessary push with his front on her ass, bringing them closer together, and let out an unnecessary breath on her hair. Meanwhile his fingers lingered a little too long on hers.

“thanks” she whispered.

“no problem.” He said and moved away from her. She took the seat next to the window, watching as the team members walking in the small hallway. She put up her head when she saw Ney and called for him.

“sit with me!”

Neymar seemed hesitant at first but sat next to her, getting comfortable. There was an awkward silence between them. She started tapping her leg on the ground, making sounds with her mouth to fill it.

“rough night?” she asked.

Neymar snorted, looking down like a guilty kid. She smiled and nudged him on the shoulder. “are you embarrassed of me?” she asked. He shrugged his shoulders. “Junior, come on! You know how many times Trish had to drag me home after drinks?”

He looked at her, raising his eyebrows “zero?”

She opened her mouth to seem offended. But closed it again because there were really not that many times. She looked away. “ok fine maybe not that many.” He laughed, laying his head back. “but that’s not the point.” She returned her gaze to him “I may be your Coach but I’m also your friend. You’re allowed to be drunk around me. I’m not Galtier. And… you know… the reason you decided to drink. It’s not worth it.”

He scratched on his nails. “it’d be a good article. Neymar jr. Fails again.”

“Don’t do that to yourself please.”

“What would JW say? Would he celebrate the win?”

She laughed, leaning on the window “I’m sure he’d find some things to complain about. A team much below yours got 4 chances and scored. We could have ended this match 5-0. We still lack connection and yes, we were good but only cause they were weaker. So, what are we really celebrating? There’s still a lot of work to be done.”

Neymar smiled. “there she is.”

“point is the blame isn’t yours Ney.” She made sure to look in his eyes while she spoke “a penalty is a 50% chance. Anyone can miss and anyone can do it depending on the circumstances. Losing penalties is the least of this team’s problems. You and Kylian worked pretty well Together.”

He nodded. There was something else on the tip of his tongue, she could see it.

“You two are getting better along too, aren’t you?”

She nodded, keeping a straight face “yeah. He’s more cooperative now.”

All he did was smile and put his headphones over his head. Somehow she knew exactly what he was thinking but pretended not to.

Taylor got up in the middle of the flight to go to the bathroom. Her eyes met Kylian’s as she walked passed him and behind the curtain that led to the bathroom. There was a small space people could wait in case there was someone else inside. The lock was green, so she opened the door and went inside. She bowed in front of the sink, threw water on her face.

He started cracking his knuckles. Contemplating whether he should go behind her. Everyone seemed to be occupied with other things. Hakimi was watching a movie next to him, most of the others were as well. He stood up and went to find her. If anything, he loved seeing her trying to hide his affect on her in front of everyone else. He waited for her on the small space, hiding his figure behind the curtain and hoping no one would come along before she was done. And done she was, a few minutes later, her eyes widening when she saw him in front of her as she opened the door. “hi” he smiled. His body blocking the exit by the way he was laying on the door. She looked at him up and down, tried to squeeze passed him but he kept moving his body in the same direction as her. Two times was enough to annoy her.

“not the time.” She warned.

“don’t worry. Wasn’t gonna fuck you on the sink.”

She scoffed, pushing him on the chest to make space for her to leave. He stood in front of her again. Leaning his head down, she locked eyes with him, only until his gaze diverted to the level of her lips, licking his own.

“Come sit next to me.”

“are you crazy?”

“I’ll get Hakimi to sit with Ney.”

“No!” she said quickly. Then she looked away from him, tapping her foot on the floor “I think Ney knows. I don’t know how much or how but he has started picking up on things. I shouldn’t have called you last night.”

“if you didn’t, we’d have a story on our heads about a drunk Verratti and Neymar on the hotel hallways.”

“Better than assistant coach fucks star player—” there was a turbulence, causing her to fall flat on his chest. He gripped on her arms, to keep her straight and leaned harder on the doorframe to keep them both up. She let out a shaky breath, her fingers cycling around his arms, able to feel his veins, same way she had last night. He made a step forward, pushing her deeper in the bathroom, leaning in to kiss her. Their lips ghosted over each other’s, an invisible string pulling them closer together. One of his hands dropped to her hip, she could feel his touch too well over her skinny leggings.

“Star player knew exactly what he was getting himself into. It’s fine.” He whispered in her lips.

“I was talking about Neymar.” She said, keeping a straight face. But she broke into silent laughter when she saw his eyes darkening, his expression stiffening. She grinned, slapping his hand off her ass. Her shoulder bumped on his as she finally walked passed him. Proud of herself for his reaction. He bit on his tongue, twisting it in between his lips.

She went back to her seat, but the one next to her was empty. She searched around for Neymar. Found him to Hakimi’s side. Deep conversation with him, Messi and Ramos who were sitting on the seats behind them. Neymar was sitting his knees on the chair, facing Messi. He waved at her “ill be back in a sec” he said. Taylor thought she had gone numb. She didn’t respond. She just went and sat in her seat, searched out of the window for a way out. Sitting on the wing seemed like a better choice now. She took her blanket and covered herself with it. Laid back and closed her eyes. Maybe if he thought she was sleeping, Kylian wouldn’t annoy her. She heard him seat beside her, even chuckling but she didn’t move and he didn’t speak which was good. For a moment she thought he’d actually let her be. Be decent for ones.

Then her entire body shivered. Her eyes opening wide. Her breath getting hatched on her throat. His fingers crawled on her thigh. His hand hidden under the blankets that they had very comfortably lay over them. She didn’t look at him, she couldn’t even blink. She was scared that any reaction would lead to dangerous sounds coming out of her mouth. She didn’t have to look at him to know that he had that smug expression on his face. He didn’t stop of course. His hand continued going higher and higher, pinching on her skin a few times, stroking it others. She liked it. When it got too close she dropped her hands where his was but over the blanket. She looked at him. He was looking on his phone, unbothered, like there was actually zero connection between the two at that moment.

“are you out of your mind?” she hissed. He didn’t respond. But his hand moved down, closer to her knee now. He gave it squeeze, it felt more caring than his last touches but she knew he must be laughing on the inside. He slipped his fingers under her knee, holding her like any boyfriend would hold his girlfriend in the drive home. He finally looked at her, an discreet smile on his lips. Her phone buzzed a few seconds later and she turned it over to look at the screen. A message from him.

She shook her head, scoffing. Closed her phone screen and ignored the message. He squeezed tighter on her thigh. She closed her eyes, trying to fight the urge to hold his hand under the blanket. Truth is she liked it, and as long as his hands remained on safe distance from other parts of her body, then she didn’t want him to let go. He was counting on that. She put her hand under the blanket searched for his while looking at the clouds outside the window. When she found it, she let her fingers wrap around his. He accepted it, too quickly, turning his hand, so he’d hold her better. No one knew. No one could see. But he was drawing circles with his thumb on her palm and she was enjoying it.

The reached Paris in the afternoon. Everyone had a different car waiting for them to drive them home. Before Taylor got into hers, Galtier came up to her.

“We need to talk.”

She hesitated “everything ok sir?”

“Come by my office tomorrow morning. 10 am.”

Logically speaking there was no reason for him to know and there was no reason for her to he worried. But she was terrified. “Is it about the match against Pays De Cassel?”

“Not really. But we’ll discuss that as well. I’ll wait for you.”

She nodded as he left to go to his car. She watched him leave, her eyes falling on Kylian among everyone else. She smiled at him and got in her car. They drove her to the animal-sitting center she had left Luna at first. God, was she happy to see that little angel. Luna head bummed her on the hand when she went to pet her the first time, get warmth reminding her of the only thing that felt like home in this city. She took the cat back to her house, the driver helping her carry all her stuff before leaving her alone in the small apartment. Luna ran across the familiar floors, jumping on the desk and the bed, making herself comfortable on the pillows. She laid beside her, telling herself that she’d take care of the suitcases in the morning. She petted Luna with her finger, Luna in response started biting it and scratching it playfully. She smiled.

When she looked at her phone she was met with Kylian’s message again. She hadn’t deleted the notification so it was still there. The invite was still open. She was tempted. Tempted to feel his Temperature on her body, on her mouth, on her… she closed her eyes.

Kylian unpacked all his stuff. He had nothing better to do anyway. When he was done he dropped himself on the couch, hand hanging over his head as he laid back. He thought about texting her again or calling her but he didn’t want to push it. He was scared that any wrong move would bring the paper house they had started building, down. He doubted she was going to come to him, so he was prepared to go to sleep alone.

Then his phone buzzed. Her name popping on the screen. He picked it up, looking up at the ceiling, while answering.

“Can I help you, coach?” No answer. He smiled “just calling to hear my voice hm?”

Another moment of silence.

“Galtier wants to talk to me tomorrow.” He could hear the worry in her voice, even from the phone.

“Its probably nothing.” He tried to reassure her.

“Hm…”

He wished he could find the right words. He wished he could be by her side.

“Come here.” He whispered lazily on the phone. Too lazy to plead and also half knowing he doesn’t have to. His invitation not at all suggestive. If anything it came out as a solution to whatever was worrying her.

“can’t.” She whispered back “need to stay with my child.”

He smiled knowing it was just an excuse. “bring her with you.”

Silence.

“that’s too much work, just to see you.”

“I can come”

Taylor was on her bed, laying, same way he was. She bit on her thumb, his suggestion sinking in. Maybe if she kept allowing him taking the initiatives, she could pretend there was nothing she could do about it. Maybe if he came over to her, she wouldn’t really be doing anything wrong.

“been running out of cat food actually.” She said innocently. Heard him laughing on the other side

“Can’t go out walking in this cold.” He said.

“no.” she hummed. But it was more of a yes.

Taylor kept typing and erasing the same message that said that she had changed her mind. She did it about 10 times, until it was too late to send it because she heard him knocking on the door. Sitting on the edge of the door, she looked at her door. Her body frozen in her position. Another knock and she knew she didn’t have a lot of choices. She left her phone on the bed and made her way to the entrance of her apartment. A heavy breath leaving her chest as she opened the door. A tired Kylian, leaning on the frame with his arm while holding a full bag of cat food on his hands. She laughed, it seemed like the only right response because they were tragically funny. He smiled, looking down at her. She met his eyes with anticipation. Suddenly all her worries replaced by his perfume, by his whole demeanor and his presence. A light opened in the hallway alarming them that someone was coming up the stairs. She snatched on the threads of his grey hoodie, pulling him in her house and pushing the door closed. They both stumbled on their owns steps, only stopping when taylor, crashed on her desk, his head falling closer to hers and all she could look at was his lips.

“Such a small apartment.” He mumbled, grinning.

“Shut up” she shot back, realizing she was still holding on the threads. She pulled him down, her lips crashing on his, he dropped the bag, letting it crash on the floor. Didn’t hesitate to kiss her back, deepen the kiss. Hold her hips to pull her closer and she could feel him in between her thighs. Her hands crawled under his hoodie, taking it off and throwing it, somewhere in the room. Then they crawled under his shirt, coming in contact with his skin. He hissed at the coldness of her hands, biting on her lips. Both of them realizing that they should probably take a breath. They looked in each others eyes, heavy breaths and knowing stares. He smiled, cause he had never seen her like this before. His fingers traced on her skin under her shirt. His bottom lip hooking on hers and pulling it upwards. Then kissing the area under her eye, then her nose. Her hands moving up to his arms, stroking his veins, his biceps, like she was making a memory of how he felt. His lips went down to hers again, this time kissing her softer. It was gentler. it was more honest than any kiss he had given her before. His touch changed. Any other time he would have picked her up, thrown her on the bed and hovered over her.

Tonight, was different, she could feel it. He wanted to take his time, so did she. He held her more carefully, he didn’t rush it. She stood still while he was taking control, giving in to him as he pulled the shirt over her head, only thing she had to do was raise her hands, bring them on his shoulders when he was done. He lowered his head to her neck, the spot he knew would make her, his for the night. And surely when he kissed on it, she let out a moan, a beg for more. He made a few steps backwards, taking her with him and sat on the bed, while she stood in between his legs.

He kissed her stomach, she felt his tongue on her skin, his teeth almost biting her on the same spot. His kisses continued on a straight line. While his hands pulled her skinny leggings off, he pushed her hips to him and she sat on his lap, legs and hands tying around him. Her breast on the most comfortable level for him to leave kisses now. Under and over her bra, on her collar bone. Her head dropping back, as she accepted all of his gifts for the night. She leaned forward, his knee scraping the space in between her thighs. Her hands, held his entire face, she pulled her head up again, looking in his eyes and leaning her forehead on his. He pushed her hair behind her ear, his hands holding on her face the same way she was holding on to him. Their noses touching, their breaths synchronized.

She pulled off his shirt, threw it on the floor behind her and moved closer to his know bare chest. Her hands circling around his shoulders and her head bending, hugging him as tight as she could, to feel every single curve in his body against hers. To feel his heartbeat. His fingertips, caressed her spine, moving up and down her bone while his mouth made a home in her neck and shoulder. She tilted her head to kiss the back of his neck. It seemed this night, this moment could last forever. She hoped it would. Hoped she could stay down this rabbit hole with him for the rest of her life.

When he laid her on the bed, she started playing with the chain round his neck. His eyes staring deep in hers, while her other hand reached for the threads of his sweatpants, untangling them.

And the night burned warmer, their bodies getting as close as humanly possible. When they were done, they gazed at each other’s eyes for what felt like hours. His fingers getting tangled in her hair, hers tangled in his chain. She never minded being on her own but this… this felt nice too.

He woke up by her voice, speaking words in a language that sounded like French but could swear wasn’t French by her accent. Her voice was followed by a ticking sound. He opened his eyes, the sunlight cutting through his eyes.

“THAT’S NOT WHAT I SAID!” She yelled from inside the bathroom. He raised an eyebrow, confused. He got up, putting on his sweatpants and walking over to the bathroom door. He could listen more clearly now and yes she was actually trying to speak his language. Random words, speaking them to her phone. He opened the door, to find her sitting cross-legged on the cap of the toilet. He shit his mouth in a thin line so he wouldn’t laugh.

“une table pour deux personnes, s’il vous plait” she said in the microphone.

“Wanna get me out on a date?”

She jumped up on her feet, her phone almost dropping from her hands. “stop doing that—”

He grinned, pushed himself off the door and walked over to her. “tell me in French and I might.” He shrugged, approaching her in a threatening way. His hands snaking around her back, she was already dressed and ready to leave.

“je…”

“hm?” he prompted. How did her murdering his mother tongue sound so blissful in his ears.

“Je veux tu—”

“moi?” he asked, pointing at himself and pretending to be surprised.

She narrowed her eyes “oui?”

He smiled, leaning down to her lips. “Que veux-tu de moi, Taylor?”

She snorted, already confused by his accent but she played along “stop. Je veux tu… stop?”

He laughed, she blushed, her fists bumping on his chest. He kissed the embarrassment away. “La nuit dernière était incroyable.” He whispered in her lips “On devrait le refaire. Un peu plus souvent.” She pushed him away.

“You’re doing it again.” She reminded him, a little annoyed.

He smiled “do you want me to drive you at campus?”

“Hilarious. I’m getting an uber.” She walked passed him, out of the bathroom. He watched her and mirrored her.

“I used to drive you before this was a thing.” When he stepped out of the bathroom, Luna jumped on his sweatpants, trying to catch the threads. He hissed when claws cut through the fabric on his skin and knelt down to pet her.

“You have to go back to your house and change.” She looked at the desk for her keys. “catch” she said and threw them at him. He caught them before they hit his face. “lock the door before you leave. Bring me the keys back at campus.”

“because that’s not at all suspicious”

“Is it too optimistic of me to think that you won’t do it in front of everyone else?” she walked to her bed, checking that she had everything on her bag.

He smiled, getting up and coming up behind her. “You’re anxious.” He whispered.

“I don’t wanna be late!” she said, slapping his hands off her and hanging her bag around her shoulder. She turned around to look at him.

“Are you always rushing out like this after sex or is it just because of me?”

“im not rushing.”

“Yeah you are. You rushed out in the hotel. You’re rushing out now because your appointment is not for Another 2 hours.”

“I don’t wanna be late.” She repeated.

“You’re always late.” He reminded her, looking in her eyes. She gulped. Funny, how he could see right through her in the morning. He leaned in, about to kiss her under the morning light, when there was no darkness to hide, when everything was true. Her fingers trailed on his abs, she pulled away quickly, looking up at him.

“Lock the doors.” She whispered in his lips “feed the cat. Make sure no one sees you leave and be at campus at 11 sharp.”

“Or what?”

“ill figure out a punishment.” She smiled and slipped away from him. He bit on his tongue when he heard the door close. It was followed by a meow, the little kitten in between his feet, begging for food. She scratched on his legs again, making him kneel down.

“You scratch as deep as your mother.” He mumbled, petting her under her neck.

GALTIER’S OFFICE — DAY

Taylor waited outside. Her feet tapping on the floor until Galtier’s tall figure appeared in the hallway. She got up, greeting him quickly and he motioned for her to get in his office.

They say on their usual positions. An intimidating Galtier on his big chair behind the desk and an anxious Taylor on her tiny chair across from him.

“the win against Al Nssr was good. It seems things have started to work out.”

“I hope so.”

“The boys seem to get used to you.”

“Most of them, yes.”

“we need to talk about your salary.” She didn’t answer to that. Nothing seemed appropriate enough. “If you decide to stay.” Her eyes remained expressionless. Keeping any sort of emotion for herself. “PSG would be happy to keep you around.”

That was it. What she had been waiting to hear. To be one of the coaches or an analyst. Whatever position they decided to give her. She had made it through. It seemed almost like a lie. Too good to be true and yet, it felt like a theft too.

He passed over to her a document with her monthly salary, details of her hiring and her position. She could barely follow him. She was lost in her thoughts. The pros and cons. She had her ticket back in the game. But was she really in the game? There was this tickling sensation in her stomach. Happiness and fear mixed in one. Was the decision hers now?

“We can sign the contracts by the end of the week. I’ll need some time to speak with the big boss.” She looked at the document. There was a number on it, a long number with high digits… that couldn’t be hers. She’d never see that amount of money with her writings, not even if she worked on the highest paid sports magazine “Meanwhile you can think about it, run it over with your lawyers if you want.”

She nodded, taking the document in her hands “thank you.” She smiled, keeping in all the excitement, she had. Galtier smiled back at her and she took it as an indication to leave. Her steps, slow on the hallway. She checked at her watch, 10:30, it was. Kylian would be here soon.

“Excuse me, Ms. Wilock?”

She turned around, a woman, seemingly older than her. Long blonde hair and dressed like she had somewhere important to be. She was a journalist. Taylor knew by the way the woman held a notepad in her hand. She felt caught between two worlds. Who she used to be and who she could be.

“You are Ms. Wilock, right?”

“Yes. That would be me.”

“I’m Annette.” She shook her hand “I was wondering if I could ask you some quick questions.”

“About what?”

“How are you adapting on the team? With the boys?”

She smiled “There’s respect from both sides.”

“As it should. But I heard there was chaos in the beginning, between you and the players. And of course, there’s the question of your website that brought a lot of pain on this team and other teams as well. Are you ever getting back to that? With champions league coming up, are you loyal to Paris-Saint German? Is it worth everything you are giving up?” Annette smiled. Taylor was at a loss of words, she didn’t know what to answer first.

“I don’t have time for a one on one interview.” She said “Gotta get down at training but I bet I’ll see you around, won’t I?”

“From one journalist to another, Ms. Wilock. You know you will.”

Taylor stepped away, gripping on the document in her hand.

Kylian never gave her back the keys that day. She only realized when she went back to her house and searched her pockets. During the day, they exchanged a few words and mainly it was her yelling at him to stop playing around and laughing. Kylian would shoot her a knowing look, only her could translate and they’d go back to business. She had a meeting with Marquinhos, making several attempts to ignore the chaos in her mind.

“Is it odd that I’m having doubts?”

“No. Of course not. It’s a huge change. One month was a short time. Now we are talking about permanent.”

“Permanent is long.” She sighed.

“No matter what happens you should be happy and proud of yourself.” He said, shooting her a smile and getting up to leave.

All she wanted to do was go home and write. That always calmed her. So when she realized her keys were missing, she wanted to hit her head against a wall. She didn’t even think about calling him, she just grabbed an uber and went to his house. She stood outside, hands in her pockets. There were doormen outside of the building. That’s how you knew important people were living there. She couldn’t just walk in, she was scared they’d recognize her. So she called him.

“I was wondering when you’d notice.” He said as soon as he picked up.

“I’m downstairs. Can I come in from the garage?”

Silence, then a scoff. “Sure, go around the building, I’m coming.”

She hanged up and did as she was told. The garage doors opened and his figure appeared behind them. She walked closer, holding her hand out, waiting for him to give her the keys.

“Oh shoot.” He said “left them upstairs.”

She cocked her head, annoyed “are you fucking serious?”

He smiled. She groaned and walked past him to the elevator. He followed behind her.

A couple snarky comments, unnecessary touches and a few minutes later they were on his bed. Wrinkled sheets and their bodies tangled like one because she couldn’t control herself around him. Not when she felt his touch on her body, not when he gave her that devilish grin and leaned down so slowly, that only made her want him to go faster. Because when he did all these things, she’d forget even her own name, her past, her doubts, her injuries.

Their routine didn’t change. After sex, they were silent, just like all the times before, words couldn’t explain why or how they ever got in this situation but she was in his space now. He had control.

She tapped on the space between his breast, her fingers making a walk up to his neck. The neck that she had left her kisses on, her smell, her touch.

“what did Galtier want with you today?”

“I’m hungry.” She said suddenly, completely ignoring he inquiry. Kylian narrowed his eyes, confused but she was out of his arms and dressed in his grey long hoodie before he could stop her. He rushed out of the bed, putting his pants on and chasing behind her on the kitchen. She was inspecting the fridge already, taking out things she needed. She’d let out gasps whenever she found somethings she could use. He watched as she laid out the ingredients on the counter. “can you get me a recipe for carbonara?” He was baffled by her. The way she moved around like she had been on his place more times than ones. Like she lived there. He looked around for his phone, finding hers first on the counter where she left it after he picked her up to take her to the bedroom. He opened the screen, a pretty picture of her, a little girl-which he imagined was her sister- and her father.

“what’s your passcode?”

“I’m not gonna tell you my passcode.” She said, while bending down to get a pan from the lower cupboards.

“Is it 1 2 3 4 5 6?” he asked, while typing it out. The phone opened to his surprise and he started laughing. She stood up, chewing on the inside of her cheek but saying nothing. “god that’s dumb.” He mumbled and she really wanted to hit him with the pan in that moment.

“Find the recipe!” she said.

“you need milk for carbonara!” he commented, googling searching for it.

“No you don’t.” she shot back and looking at him.

“That’s how I like it—”

“my god! You really suck at following orders! Don’t you?” she snatched the phone from him and placed it on the counter, looking at the recipe he had found. “it literally says, no milk!” she looked back at him “all this time I thought it was just me but god you really suck a following orders, don’t you?” she asked but he waved her off, opening the fridge, the light filling the otherwise cozy darkness. He grabbed a water bottle and closed it again.

“Do you always cook in darkness after sex?”

She didn’t answer him, just made one of her silly face and started cooking according to the recipe. He jumped on the counter of the kitchen, sitting there as she cooked. He smiled, because there was something very calming about seeing her in his space like that. He took a sip from his bottle, his eyes following her every single movement.

Kylian made sure to point out hoe he’d like for her to not burn his kitchen more than ones and taylor ignored him every time. He got of the counter when she asked him to get plates, he left them right next to her, his hand ghosting on the small of her back while she was stirring the pasta.

“I still think it needs milk.”

“I still think you are an arrogant asshole but I don’t make a big deal out of it every five seconds!”

He lowered his head to her neck, taking a big bite on her skin while she laughed and shook him away, elbowing him slightly so he’d get back.

They sat on the kitchen top, across from each other. Talking about everything and nothing, while they ate. The night would grow longer, their figures would move like shadows, tiny secrets that no one ever had to know about.

“My father always blamed himself. I got the condition from him, so he was convinced it was his fault when I had to give it up. Truth is, he did everything right.” She smiled “wouldn’t have want to spend the worst years of my life with anybody else.” She opened her phone, pointing at a picture of little Lily. “She’s my little monkey.” She said, her entire face beamed when she was talking about her, so many of her walls crumbling before him.

“is she as loud as you?”

“she’s louder.” She laughed “but that’s why I love her.”

“you miss them?”

“’f course I do.” There was bitter sweetness in her eyes now, the smile lingering in her lips but falling just a little. That melancholic look reminded him of his first question of the night.

“Gonna tell me what Galtier said?” The smile faded away completely. She shut her phone off, staring at the table. “it couldn’t have been that bad.”

“it wasn’t…” she admitted “it wasn’t bad at all.”

“Then?”

She looked at him “he wants to finalize my employment.”

“wasn’t that already settled?”

“Not really. I was given a month as a test run. If it wasn’t for the articles that leaked, psg wouldn’t have told the world until they were certain.”

He nodded, looking at his plate, playing with the last bit of pasta that was left there “and now its certain?”

Dawn wouldn’t come for hours yet in matters of the sky, but it was slowly creeping up on them both in matters of their future.

“yeah.” She whispered. The feeling of guilt had already began fueling in her chest, just like all the times before. Any normal people would talk, clear things out before it was too late.

“that’s good.” He smiled, looking up at her again.

Cause they weren’t normal people and this wasn’t a normal situation. The longer they spent not talking about it, the longer they could pretend it was alright. Whatever ‘it’ was.

She tried to leave right after they finished their food. She wanted to go home, breakaway from him as soon as possible but he was leading her to the bathroom before she could protest. And how could she protest when his aroma dripped from every corner of the bathroom, when he helped her in the tub and she laid on his chest, both of them naked and bare.

She played with his fingers absentmindedly while he marveled at the size difference of their hands.

“you were right” she whispered

“about what?”

“the rushing out part.” He brushed his nose on her hair. “I’m afraid if the sun finds us together. Like this. I’ll have to explain myself and I wouldn’t know what to say.”

“you don’t have to say anything.”

She grinned at his attempt to make her feel better, nuzzling closer to him and closing her eyes. Then it slipped out of her mouth, like air, like it was always meant for him to know. “I’m scared.”

To that he didn’t answer. Although he could relate a bit.

“And it’s not just because of you. Back then I lost football because of matters of the heart. Then I had to give up writing because I thought that I could get football back. Being away from my family, losing parts of my independence and now… now I could lose football again because of matters of the heart. A different kind. ” the last one was referring to him, he knew. “but what’s worse is that I don’t know what I want. I haven’t for a while. For years actually. I remember what I wanted before everything and I think is till want that… but sometimes I’m just scared of wanting.” Her voice trailed off. Realizing she had said too much.

“tell me something the world doesn’t know about you.” He lowered his eyebrows, thinking. It was difficult for him to come up with answer. She pinched on his arms, lovingly. “there has to be something.”

“I love my nieces and nephews, a lot.”

“everyone knows that!”

He laughed “I mean I guess it obvious but, they’ll never know how much. You will.” He stroked her arms, resting his head on hers while she played around with the bubbles. After a moment of silence he said “I love them so much I fear for them. My problem is similar to yours” He looked at the wall while speaking “I see it with Ney and his boy and the public relationships he has had in the past. It’s scary. To think that you will always bring discomfort to the ones you love. Sometimes it stops you from loving them enough.”

Their honest words echoed in the bathroom, only for them to hear and then sank on the water under them.

She twisted her body, so she could look in his face. Her legs wrapped around his waist and her arms settled on his shoulders. She smiled at him.

“you have to start by loving yourself first.”

“I think I’m pretty cool.” He joked, smiling. She cocked her head, her thumb brushing on his cheek.

“you admire yourself. That’s different. You’re full of yourself.” She shrugged “also different.” He scoffed, pinching the side of her stomach. She ignored it “I’m talking about loving your insecurities. All of it.” Her eyes examined his entire face, everything. Like she was memorizing it. “I’ve said it before. You’re worth it without having to prove anything.” She smiled.

And if he wasn’t so hypnotized by her beauty, by the moment itself and her words, he would have kissed her already. But she kissed him first, like she was making a promise. That she saw behind his façade. He kissed her back, like he was promising her he’d do better.

If they weren’t so afraid of loving each other, this could have been a love story.

AHHHHHH!!!! So many things to think about, so many emotions. So many choice. Such broken people. And the way to the end is near. Ones again thank you for being patient with me, these weeks are the hardest and updates will be slower but i promise I'm not giving up. Like always i can't wait to read your thoughts and comments. This chapter was supposed to end more dramatically butttt i guess 11 is where the peak is gonna happen. I love you all, forever and ever!!

#newromanticsfic #kylian mbappe imagines #mbappe imagines #mbappe x reader #mbappe x oc #football writing #football imagine #neymar one shot #neymar x reader

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short-black-diamond · 1 year ago

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Im in love with ur "she's a pro series"

Yena telling kunigami like "Uhm, eyes up here buddy" type of vibe. While with bastard muenchen, Yena starts trying to help Ness "Blossom" like the rose he is. 🤪💅

And while doing so, Kaiser is there like "NAH, HE MY SIDEKICK✋"

And MAYBE, Karasu, otoya and aiku ( the goofiest trio ) were spying on Yena and saw how kunigami was a perv and now are all " OOOOO, SOMEONE HAS A CRUSH" And kunigami's reaction i guess?

Sorry that this was long😅 i might have imagined a LIL too much💀

Thx!! Love and kisses💋❤️🤪💅 byebye!!

"Yo, she's a pro." ...part four

part one , part two , part three, ... , part five

Aw thanks, I'm glad you like it! Also about that blossoming, I had to think about Oliver's past and Kaiser's tattoo, so yeah lol

Bro your idea is LIT, and who am I to ignore you, my love? Also my friend wanted the reader to dance with Lavinho I guess? so yea

Your name: Yena Hideyo

Warnings/summary: you are a love-sick fool and don't act like your cool self at all, the trio teases Kunigami, you kick Kaiser between his legs this time, you touch Ness' lips, you dance with Lavinho, bachira has slutty hips, Rin smiles

Word count: 4.9 k 💀

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It was truly embarrassment at it's finest. You didn't know that the cameras were everywhere, and your and blue lock's fans saw your interaction with Kunigami. Luckily they couldn't hear what Kunigami whispered in your ear. But, they could think, and your fanbase didn't exactly have the cleanest minds.

And much more unfortunately, A certain trio you had electrocuted a few hours prior saw your interaction with Kunigami. However, you didn't know about that...yet.

(you threw away the dress and shoes and all the makeup and jewellery as soon as they got off of your body.)

And, well, Chris Prince was the nosiest coach, closely followed by Lavinho, who were both taking pictures, laughing and cooing at your (cute) pouting face while they asked you about Kunigami.

You were just a blushing mess as you told them that "There's nothing to worry about! I just tripped and he held me close! That's all!", but did the two men believe you?

no <3.

...

It actually took you a while to recover from what Kunigami said to you yesterday as you were waiting in the operation room. Melody would get new fangs today.

you were anxious, to say the least. But, to your rescue came Reo, Nagi and Bachira. But, you were confused upon their arrival. "Shouldn't you guys be training?"

Bachira raised his hands excitedly. "We're here for your emotional support! Lavinho gave me permission to come as well! And here's a carton box of choccy milk!", the boy cheered, handing you over an under 500 ml milf box. You thanked him.

"Prince allowed us to leave as well when we told him you were a close friend of ours.", Reo explained, and Bachira plopped down next to you. Nagi and Reo stood there before they played scissors-paper-rock against each other.

Reo yelled in victory before sitting himself beside you. "The only game where I'm always a loser...", Nagi muttered before taking out his phone next to Reo.

you sighed, but you still smiled at them. "You guys didn't really have to do that, really. You should rather train... But thanks, I appreciate it."

Bachira grinned at you. "I want to stay close to Melody! She's so cool! ...So, how long are we waiting?"

"Four hours.", you stated. Nagi yawned, and Reo chuckled at Bachira's startled expression. "Also you didn't have to pay for Melody's surgery, Reo...I have plenty of money myself, you know?", you said as you turned to your left where Reo sat.

He only smiled down at you sweetly. "But I love Melody as well, Yena."

Reo actually nearly said you, but luckily he caught himself.

You huffed in amusement, but the orange or light brown?(->the sole) heels of your black converse shoes were tapping rapidly against the floor, and your right knee bounced pretty fast as well.

"Hey, Yena...", Bachira spoke softly, before glancing at Reo and Nagi. He wanted to calm your nerves by making you talk about something other than the surgery which was being proceeded right behind your back.

"How do you even know these guys?", he asked. You pondered for a moment. "I dunno..."

"What? C'mon, Yena. Us meeting for the first time was the funniest thing, remember??"

"Huh...Ah! No, please don't-"

"It was a long, long time ago, Bachira...", Reo began.

...

The classroom was particularly loud one day, making Nagi wake up from his slumber. "What's with the noise...?", he murmured sleepily. Reo snickered. "We're going to have a new transfer student today, did you already forget?"

"hm...don't care..", the white albino haired boy muttered before he closed his eyes again.

"...s Ye...deyo...!", he faintly heard his teacher introduce you.

"My name is Yena Hideyo. I am the first female Japanese soccer protégé.", you exclaimed loudly, and Nagi's eyes snapped open.

The whole classroom "oooooohhhhh~"ed at that.

But, they widened even more when he saw how you looked. Remember when I once said that you were a goth at heart? Well, the white uniform which had to be worn normally was black in your case, with chains sprouting everywhere. Your blazer was open, and it reveiled a dark red corset with black embroidments on it, and black bones.

Underneath that corset was a white bouse, and the tie was also shorter. Instead of the normal school skirt, yours was black with ruffles, and it...actually looked pretty good. You also wore black platform boots (Black Mamba from Megamind...yk what I mean? if not nvm), and Nagi and Reo were surprised that you were even allowed to wear something like that.

But, now that he thought about it, your skirt was reaching down to the upperside of your knees, where the normal school skirts reached mid-thigh. Also your boots were reaching up to your knees, and your thigh highs weren't really visible. You actually showed less skin than normal highschool girls.

"Does any of you guys know how to play soccer?", you asked as you looked at the stunned faces. Nagi raised his hand, and so did Reo. "Let's become buddies.", you said with a small smile, and they nodded.

Reo never thought that he'd have an academic rival until he met you. At every question the teacher made, you always raised your hand first. Whenever there would be a question the teachers didn't even know themselves, you and Reo would battle for the first tight answer, and then get into arguments when the answers were not the same.

Also, Nagi laughed his ass off when you cried after you collided against a classmate which resulted in your chocolate milk spashing to the ground. Reo gave you his chocolate milk. you three grew inseperable ever since.

Well, until your father got a job with better salary.

You had to leave the next day.

...

"And that's why, to this day, I still don't forgive your father!"

"Reo...he apologized to you everytime you called me...", you muttered.

"...still..."

"Huh, so you three are like, highschool friends?", Bachira asked as he hummed in thought. You nodded.

"Someone had to lower Reo's ego in school, and I also had to crush Nagi's pride in all the challenges of the games he played."

"It was hell when you defeated me in bed wars, Yena.", Negi grumbled when he had to think about the way you blew up his team's bed right after he landed on your territory.

"Never have I ever had such a mental breakdown like the time you told me the difference between active and passive beauty. Philosophy was an absolute warzone.", Reo shuddered when he thought about the dark ages.

You snickered. "Well, it was fun."

"For you!", Reo and Nagi yelled in unison.

Bachira laughed. "And, Bachira? Why are you in Blue Lock? If it's a too personal question, you can also say no. Wouldn't want to force you.", you asked, trying to be formal around Bachira. He was the one Melody loved the most out of all the boys in this facility.

"there's this monster I always see. Since I was young, I could see it, and always played with it..and then I saw the monster's moves in Isagi, and you. you and Isagi would be the players I'd like to pass to and play with.", he grinned. "You know, I can understand if you don't know what I'm talking about-"

"But I do.", you said, with a serious expression. Bachira's eyes widened. 'what do you mean-'

"If I could share a personal secret, my next book is about my type in men. In this facility, it is interesting to see all the different boys, but they all have their charms, however, it's only ever a fragment, a piece form the whole perfect man in my head.

I got asked from my fans to interact with many of them and find out that way how'd they be in a relationship.", you spoke, putting a hand under your chin in thought.

"But I can't understand why they'd like to see Oliver and some other guys I wouldn't choose personally. Oliver looks like a divorced man who can't get shit together, even though he's only 18? or 19?

Shidou Ryusei, as polite as he was to me, might kill people on the daily or make an onlyfans, and, well, then there's also Isagi."

You were glad the fans didn't bring Kunigami up though. (Yes, they did, you're just not online yet, and they will hold you at gunpoint for that whole you-stumbling-into-Kunigami-thing.)

Reo, Nagi and Bachira listened intently to what you said. But when reo and Nagi heard the name "Isagi", they "hah?!"ed at the same time again.

"Why do the fans like Isagi!?", Reo exclaimed in anger, mad at the fact that you didn't say his name.

"Yeah, what's so special about him...?!", Nagi muttered annoyedly.

You snorted. "Jealous?" "..." "Pretty much.", you remarked as you sighed.

"Remember what Noa said? The fans like Isagi, because he scored a goal in the world cup. He's been out in the field practically only for fanservice."

"Only because he scored a goal? Hmpf..!", Nagi grumbled. You sighed.

"Well...but what about your type, Yena?", Reo asked, trying to find out what you saw in the perfect man. He also thought aboout copying that personality if it meant for you to fall for him. He didn't have to act as a chameleon only on the field, right?

"My type...?", you thought loudly. Only Kunigami came to mind, actually.

You could only think about his cool eyes, or his spicky orange hair, and gosh, let's rather not talk about the body..! you thought about his voice, a deep vibration, which you'd like to feel against your skin as he embraced you with his big, strong arms, his nice scent filling your lungs as you gasped-

"Ah- I-I don't really have a type, ahahhahaahha!", you yelled as you stood up suddenly and laughed like a maniac. Bachira, Nagi and Reo shared concerned glances behind your back.

'Gosh, I nearly said Kunigami!!!', your mind raced. But, you took a deep breath. "Sorry, I was just thinking about a particular character form a book I really liked. But about my type...I'd say he's a little mysterious, has good manners, is polite, has a great, well-trained body -not that I'm bodyshaming anyone, heheh- and just...a smooth voice? Also, I like it when he has pretty eyes.."

Reo and Nagi looked at each other, their rivalry going unnoticed by you, but Bachira snorted at the flying sparks between the two.

"Is there any resemblance to...me?", Reo asked hopefully, and you snickered. "You? Hm...your hair is purple, that's a plus.", you said in a positive voice.

Nagi pointed to his hair. "Mine's white, so I'm a rarity, Yena.", he muttered with a blush as he gave you a little smile.

However, you made it fall in an instant. "Yeah, albino hair is pretty rare, but having naturally purple hair? I think nobody can top that."

Reo blushed furiously at your statement and he grinned as he looked down on his hands which rested on his lap. Nagi grumbled under his breath.

"Hey, Yena! Do I have cool hair too?! My hair is dark in the front, but light at the back! Isn't it cool?!", Bachira exclaimed, pointing towards his hair. he wanted to feel included as well.

You smiled softly at Bachira. He truly felt like a little brother to you, even though he was an inch taller than you. "yes, your hair's pretty cool too, Bachira."

...

Kunigami had just stepped into the gym when Otoya, Oliver and Karasu stepped in as well and strolled over to where Kunigami wanted to do his sets. Kunigami was about to bench press 80 kg/176 lbs. They snickered to themselves with a mischievous grin before Oliver started talking.

"So...we saw somethin', dude.", the heterochromia (dual coloured eyes) having boy started, going in front of the metal to "spot" Kunigami in case the ginger wouldn't be able to lift anymore.

Otoya looked at the weight. "You sure you can lift that?"

Kunigami thought back to you. You must've weighted between 60 and 80 kg's, no? So...he wanted to train using the maximum of your body weight. He blushed slightly, but he frowned. "Yes, it's warm up weight."

"Mind if we join?", Karasu asked with a smirk, as he used some dumbbells.

"Sure.."

"So, back to what we saw...you were being a lil goody-goody with Yena...", Oliver pondered, grinning at Kunigami holding the bar over his head, and stopped a second too long.

"So what."

"Well...we were just wondering...", Oliver murmured as he did some push-ups, giving up on trying to spot Kunigami. "do you maybe like her?"

Kunigami let the weight fall slowly to him. He breathed out. "Doesn't everyone like her?", he asked as he lifted it again, frowning deeply and wondering where the conversation might lead him. He knew that all the boys who interacted with you had their hearts captivated by you, and he was honestly a little insecure about himself. He also didn't think you'd be interested in him, because he didn't really look like a nice guy. (But that boutta change bro)

"Yes, of course, it's just, you must be having a crush on her~!", Otoya teased, but he flinched at the sound of the weight Kunigami let fall down carelessly, as Kuniagmi went up to Otoya, and Otoya was only 177 cm (5'9'') whereas Kunagi towered over him, being 188 cm (6'2'') tall. Otoya stumbled back with wide eyes, and Oliver and Karasu quickly joined to ease the tension.

"So what if I do? And you should be ashamed of yourselves for what you did with Yena in the sauna. I'm glad that she electrocuted you guys."

The three boys looked down in embarrassment. So she told Kunigami about what happened. Still, Oliver had the biggest ego out of those three, as well as the biggest mouth, and he was also two centimeters bigger than Kunigami.

"Hey, no need to point fingers now, right?"

"You guys started it."

"Ah, guilty. Sorry 'bout that. But hey, now we now that our little wildcard here has a crush on Yena!", and with that, the trio chuckled as they left. Once the door slid closed, Kunigami sighed, a deep blush covering his cheeks.

'fucking idiots...!', he thought before he kept going with his training.

...

You didn't know how long you've been chatting with Bachira and your two highschool friends, but the door to the surgery suddenly opened. The doctor stepped out, a handsome older male as he groaned in exhaustion.

"Is Melody alright? How did the procedure go? Can I see her?", you asked worriedly after you stood up the moment you heard the door unlock.

"Melody is fine, miss Hideyo. Her fangs are suiting her well. You can come see her, but she is a little drugged with pollen. It might take her a few minutes to fully wake up, but she'll enjoy a few headscratches, I think.", you hugged the surgeon with tears in your eyes.

"Thank you...thank you so much!", you cried, and the surgeon stood there, startled by your over-affectionate gesture before he smiled fondly and patted your head.

"It was no problem. And now, I'll need to go."

You quickly let go of him, bidding him farewell as he went back to his chamber. Then, you took a deep breath before going to Melody. She was laying on that hospital bed, and you slowly apporached her.

"Hey baby...how are you?", you asked softly before you let a finger massage her head. She opened her eyes, registering your presence before yawning, and her silver fangs shined in the hospital light.

you gushed. "Whoah...", you and Bachira made, as he crouched down next to you. You gently picked her up, with her tangling her body in your arm as Bachira put the long snake-blanket on her.

"Her fangs are so cool...!", Bachira gushed as you four went back to your room. Kaiser, Ness and Hiori stood there as they conversed with each other.

You frowned. "what are you guys doing here?", you whispered, your Melody sleeping safe and sound in your arm.

Kaiser "tch"ed before strutting towards you. "You think you can-", but he held his groin in pain when you kicked him. Ness whimpered as he held his hands in front of his crotch, taking a step away from you in fear.

"Melody had surgery just now, so can you, like, maybe not?", you grumbled as you kicked him to the side before Reo opened the door for you.

Ness looked after Kaiser who gritted his teeth and Hiori stared at the two germans for a moment before going inside as well.

You put Melody in a capsule which was custom-made. She slept inside her "nest". You looked at Hiori.

"The player-switch?", you asked, and Hiori nodded, taking the choccy milk from you which you distributed towards your friends. "I saw you stressing at the banks, Hiori. I knew that you had a way better vision on what they had to do in order to score a goal, and I couldn't do much since I was a defender, so I let you in. and, well, you made it. Because of you, you, Ness, Isagi and Kurona managed for a goal."

"But...weren't Raichi or Igarashi a better option?"

"They are both idiots."

Hiori hummed while the others snorted. Ness knocked this time, before stepping inside. He had a busted lip, and you grew alarmed.

"Yo, what happened??", you asked as you placed a finger on his lip which started to blood slightly. "Ah...n-nothing..!", Ness stuttered when he felt your cold finger on his hot underlip. It felt soothing

You frowned at him before taking a special balm form your drawer and opened it. The whole room started smelling after peppermint in just a few seconds.

You motioned for him to sit down as you applied some on his wound, and his lip quivered a little from the pain and the cold sensation. Maybe also because you started to apply it on the rest of his lip as well, your finger brushing against his lip again and again. He blushed furiously as he stared into your focused glare with wide eyes.

"So, that should be good for now. What I gave you was a lip balm which closes the wound faster, and it is also like regular lip balm because you had chapped lips. You can keep the balm.", you explained as you reached out your hand with the balm for him to take.

He muttered a soft "Th-thank you...!" before he took the balm, your fingers touching, sending him a slight shock as your and his fingers brushed against each other, and he finally had the balm in his hand.

He examined it, but it was actually just .. some kind of balm in a tube?

"Where are the inprints? Like ingredients, or from what company?", he asked, puzzled for a moment as he kept looking at the naked dark red tube.

"I made it myself.", you just said before you leaned against your table. Ness looked at you for a moment before nodding, and then he asked a question he's been meaning to ask.

"Are you really going to Lavinho?"

You nodded and Bachira quickly side-hugged you. "Yep! And she'll be teaching me how to dribble like she did! aww, I'm so excited!"

You huffed in amusement before taking Bachiras head, putting him in a headlock and ruffling his hair aggressively. "But I won't go easy on you!", you whisper-yelled.

He tried breaking free form your grasp, but to no avail.

Reo and Nagi only glared at Ness and Bachira. they also wanted you to touch their lips and ruffle their hair.

...

"Whoah! you actually really suck at this, Otoya!", you bullied him wholeheartedly as you "passed" the ball to him. You were actually shredding the ball in his direction, and he mosten-times slipped and fell down.

Yeah, you were still mad at him for what he, Oliver and Karasu did.

Bachira and Lavinho were having the time of their lives when you three were dribbling. Then, Lavinho had the (bad) idea of turning on some latina music and reached out his right hand to you, his left foot placed on the ball.

"Let's show them what dribbling really means, Yena!", he exclaimed and you sighed. "Do I have a choice?"

"Nope, the fans wanted this!", he cheered before he started dancing to the intro.

you huffed before raising your arms and strutting towards him. Now, you two held each other's arms while dancing to the steps. It was a fluent dance, and the ball swirled around between you two.

Even though you had to stay on your tippy toes, it wasn't as bad as you thought. Lavinho was a great guy to dance with, actually.

While you two were moving around, the cameras followed, an so did everyones' elses gaze. Bachira found himself captivated by the harmonization of you and his trainer dancing like you two did forever, but it was actually the first time you and Lavinho danced with each other.

As soon as the music came to a stop, you and Lavinho swerved your hips before youleft foot and his right one touched the ball and you two scored a goal.

Everyone clapped in applause.

"So, what did you guys see?", Lavinho asked as you forked a ball.

"Well, the ball just--stayed between your feet, not going anywhere!", Bachira exclaimed.

Otoya laid there after you shredded his leg again. "Yena looked sex-ACK!"

You shredded his face. And you didn't care if you got in trouble for that. Also...your time was slowly running out. You wondered where Rin went.

"Exactly! Now, try to do it as well!", Lavinho yelled as he turned the music on again. You only raised an eyebrow when he shook his hips to the rythm, but both your eyebrows were raised when Bachira extended his hand to you.

"Let's dance, Yena!"

"..huh?", you made, suddenly aware that all the other boys had balls and were looking at you expectingly.

Yeah, you had to dance with every single one of them. But you refused Otoya's request to dance with you.

You had the most fun with dancing with Bachira. You wanted to dance again with him. "Bachira, would you mind if we danced again? I really enjoyed it.", you spoke.

Bachira blushed a little, but he was also very cheeful. "Sure!"

As the next song started, you two swayed your hips before you started dancing. You made actual dance steps and bachira just--well, he dribbled with the ball. It turned form a friendly dance to a competition of who could take the ball from the other person.

It was your steps against his dribbling.

Suddenly, your eyes wandered. Your gaze was locked on his eyes as he looked right back at you, then to the yellow hair at his nape and neck, then down to his arms, and when you were having your eyes nearly shut, Bachira thought you were just, well, closing your eyes and feeling the moment.

Never would he have guessed that you were looking at his hips though. they were hypnotizing in their own way, and you couldn't help but blush and pant by the way they were swaying. 'stop these dirty thoughts...dammit bachira, why are you so hot!?', you thought as you tried taking the ball from him again and again.

Still, you were occasionally looking up at him, and he grinned at you. You flushed and averted your eyes. The music kept playing. 'Just how long is this song...and why does Bachira have those, slim, slutty and sexy hips?! This isn't fair...!'

And just like that, you two danced until the last second of the last song ended. You two were panting when you were done. the ball stood between your and Bachira's feet. "Say...how come you're such a great dancer?", the boy asked, out of breath.

You gave him your waterbottle after you opened it. He drank from it. "I used to be a ballroom dancer. And, well, I still use dancing steps, even in football. It just became a habit of mine."

"Aww...I wish I went ballroom dancing...did you go to any competitions?"

"Just a few."

"Did you win any prizes? Did you win first place?"

"Always.", you answered with a smirk.

Bachira's eyes lit up. "Jeez, you're so cool Yena! I'm so jealous!"

You only huffed in amusement. "Nah, you just flatter me too much. C'mon, let's eat dinner, before everyone eats everything away.", you said as you gave him your hand to take because he was sitting.

...

Rin suddenly took you aside, holding your wrist tightly. "What the hell was that??", he asked in an irritated tone and you snatched your hands away from him.

"Okay, so first off; don't touch me. Second, I was just dancing.", you spoke as you put your hands on your hips.

You didn't want this to lead to an argument. But Rin looked like he did. Oh well.

"That didn't look like 'just dancing' to me.", he grumbled as he sztared down at you.

"And? So what?"

"Hmpf...let's go train."

"I didn't eat anything since breakfast, can I-" "I made you some homemade Spaghetti." "How did you manage to go into the kitchen?"

Rin huffed in frustration. "Okay I didn't go to the kitchen, I ordered takeout for us. Now come."

"I don't like the tone."

"...", Rin licked his lips, his eyes never leaving yours. He sighed. "Sorry. Would you like to go train with me after we eat something?", he asked softly- no, shyly, and his eyes were even downcast as he had a pout on his face.

You stretched before nodding. "You could've gone on your knees for that plea, but meh. Let's go, I don't want the spaghetti getting cold."

Rin sighed in relief that you didn't turn him down. You followed him to his room and he already had the table set, where his laptop would normally rest.

As you two ate the spaghetti, Rin spoke up. "How's Melody? You told me she got new fangs today?"

You nodded as you slurped up the delicious noodles, and Rin did the same. No need to eat formal when you're eating with a close friend, right? "Yep, the doctor said she'd be fine by now, and that she's very tired. And high."

Rin huffed in amusement. "Maybe she needed drugs?"

"The doctor had Malody inhale pollen, which is the same as drugs. But enough of her. How is your training going? And your self meditation?"

Rin blushed at the questions you asked, which were about him. "Great. Although I'd like it more if we'd spend a little more time together. Like...instead of one hour with you, I'd like to have you to myself the whole day."

You looked at him for a moment, mouth full of spaghetti. Rin then realized what he said when you raised your eyebrows and started chewing quickly.

"Wait- no- th-that's not what I meant-"

But he knew there'd be no end in sight after you swallowed your bite.

"Daymmm~ where did you learn to be so smooth, Rin?", you teased and Rin sighed with rosy cheeks as he frowned at you.

"Please, Yena, I didn't want it to come out like this."

"So you don't wanna spend time with me? Hm, sad. I actually did."

"I-I did too!", Rin quickly yelled right after your sentence ended.

"Then why are you taking it back?", you asked the dark haired boy. He looked down at his half-eaten spaghetti box.

"Well, because it was embarrassing of me to say...", he muttered, and you placed your box down as well.

"hmm...embarrassing, you say? I remember how you told me to not be embarrassed when I was scared to go to my first ballroom dancing competition. You told me to not be embarrassed. And that made my whole day.", you spoke, and you opened a cola can, happy that it didn't shake during the delivery time.

"Rin, please don't be embarrassed for your needs. You're one of my best friends. If it weren't for you, Sae, Nagi and Reo, I'd be somewhere in a villa, having to hear my family blabber about some unimportant business shit.

But you helped me, Rin. You saved me. And for that, I'm always grateful.", you took a sip from the can as Rin stared at you with his mouth agape in shock.

'I saved you...? But...you saved me!'

Before Rin could say anything else, a female voice rang through the corridors. "The curfew is approaching in ten minutes, please go back to your dorms."

"Ah, looks like I'll have to go...bye Rin. Goodnight.", you said softly before you hugged him.

He hugged you back as tight as you could. "when...when will you leave Blue Lock?"

"I don't know. Ego said he'd think about it, because he was the one who wanted me to be here. I don't know if my presence has improved any of you guys, but I hope it did.", you joked as you went to the door.

Rin sat on his bed.

"Yena?"

"Hm?", you turned around, and then you saw it.

Rin smiled.

He looked etheral when he smiled. Like out of a painting. You loved it.

"Thank you."

You had tears flowing quickly in your eyes as you smiled back.

"Anytime, Rin."

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Wow now I have tears in my eyes lol. I hope you guys liked this part <3

Also sorry that I didn't really include Kaiser in this, I just hate hate HATE this boy with a burning passion idk why though

Also I wanna put in Niko, cuz he cute as FUCK, I just want Yena to shamelessly flirt with him and make him blush and stutter...

Also I have no idea what took over me when I wrote you dancing with Bachira...

Anyways, you guys can choose what happens in the next part, okay?

Read you guys in the next post!

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kaylinalexanderbooks · 7 months ago

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OC interview

Thanks to @bloodmoonloveletter here, @mk-writes-stuff here, @illarian-rambling here, and @elsie-writes here!

Last did Wade here.

Doing Jazlyn now because I don't talk about her enough and I'd like to develop her character more!

Are you named after anyone?

“Nope. The one and only, girl. I'm just Jazlyn!”

When was the last time you cried?

“Oh, pfft! I don't cry. Maybe out of sheer boredom listening to Dr. Ass-ghar ramble on about her rules and how I'm not following them! Like, girl, I can't help that I have fire powers and lit something on fire! That would be like getting mad that Gabe got a little dirty. Oh, and her meetings are the wooorst. Yeah crying for my life in there.” [It was during Ewan's clarinet solo actually]

Do you have kids?

“Girl, what? I'm not even eighteen yet! Close... I'd love kids, honestly. A lot of them! I'd have so much fun with them!”

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

“Look, I know I come across as someone who uses sarcasm, but I'd rather just flat out say what I'm thinking. Why be like ‘wow that was so riveting’ when I could say, ‘this is the most boring crap I have ever seen in my entire life’? So much easier, no mental hoops. Besides, Ewan is the most oblivious to sarcasm I have ever seen.”

What’s the first thing you notice about people?

“Their confidence level. I can usually tell how someone feels about themselves based on how they stand. Posture is the key, but also what they're doing with their hands.”

What’s your eye colour?

“Brown. With some golden flecks when the light hits them right, according to Ewan.”

Scary movies or happy endings?

“Easy, scary movies. This question is stupid - they aren't opposites. However, nothing is more fun than a horror movie. Love getting the blood pumping. Yelling at the characters for being massive dummies is also the best. Horror is the most entertaining to watch with others. Ewan thank the Lord is also a horror enthusiast. We make a habit to have at least one or two horror movie nights a month.”

Any special talents?

“Oh, several. I am pretty athletic. Took cheerleading a while back and now I am on my high school basketball team. At first, I wasn't sure I would like basketball - my coach in middle school pulled me aside and recommended it due to my height, but I love it now. I am also getting pretty good at learning archery. Lighting the arrows on fire makes that more exciting. I am also pretty good at martial arts and my pyrokinesis. Working on breathing fire without burning my throat. Thank the Lord I have Wade to heal me so I can try again!”

Where were you born?

“I was born in flippin' Utah. I know--lily white state, you'd never guess. Ewan and I plan to move somewhere else once we can. Can you believe he was born in Alium? That ain't fair.”

Do you have any pets?

“Ewan and I plan to one day get a dog. We have been planning on moving in together for a while.”

What sort of sports do you play?

“Like I said, basketball. I would love to learn how to play this Alii fireball sport. It's very similar to basketball, but pyrokinetics pass around fire. That sounds like so much fun, man. Did you know they have to keep a healer at each game because not all pyrokinetics are immune to fire? And the audience can get hit too if they're not careful! This sounds like such a fun sport.”

How tall are you?

“I have finally passed six-foot-three. Alii heights are a blessing and a curse.”

What was your favourite subject in school?

“I hope you tell me PE counts as a subject cause I ain't saying anything else. School sucks, girl. I have gotten detention for the lamest reasons imaginable.”

What is your dream job?

“I would love to be in sales. Something about convincing people to do what I want is inticing. Planning on getting a marketing degree when I go to college next year.”

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jules-loves-lukecastellan · 1 month ago

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“I don’t care about your family’s situation! I care about you.”

|Cooper Bradford x Boy! Otto! Reader

ꕥWarningsꕥ: Fighting

ꕥSummaryꕥ: (Reader) and Cooper get into a fight about whether or not (reader) is good enough for Cooper

“I don’t care about your family’s situation! I care about you.”

The sun’s rays poured through your white curtains, burning your closed eyes. You rolled around in your pink silk sheets, reluctantly deciding it was time to face the day. Reaching for your phone, a smile crept across your face as you glanced at the lockscreen: Cooper, with his charming grin, standing next to your golden retriever, Luther. His brown, milk chocolate hair and perfect white teeth always made your heart flutter.

Unlocking your phone, you scrolled through TikTok for a few minutes before a text from “coop💗🏳️‍🌈🤑” lit up the screen: “Good morning to my favorite boy <3. How’d you sleep?” You beamed at the screen, responding, “Good morning, Cooper 🫶! I slept well. U?”

After a few more back-and-forth texts, you reluctantly informed him that you needed to get up.

In your closet, you decided on one of Cooper's oversized T-shirts that hung loosely on your frame, providing comfort and a hint of his scent. The fabric felt warm against your skin, and you smiled at the thought of him. You made your way to the bathroom, only to find Oliver hogging it with one of his marathon showers.

“Oliver! Get out of there! You’ve been in forever!” you yelled, knocking on the door.

When he finally opened it, clad only in a towel, you barged past him, locking the door behind you. As you brushed your teeth, you played your music—today’s vibe was all about Chappell Roan, a fitting choice for the energy you hoped to carry through the day.

Once in the car, you turned to your mom. “Oh yeah, Mom, can Cooper please come over after school?”

“(Reader), you know I don’t like Cooper. He’s rich and snobby!” Katie exclaimed, her tone dripping with disapproval.

“But Mom! I’m gonna help him with his… math.” You clasped your hands together, trying your best puppy-dog eyes.

“Why does he need you to tutor him? He can pay someone,” she shot back, her expression skeptical.

“Mom, he’s my boyfriend! Plus, I’m helping him transform!” you insisted, emphasizing “transform” with flair.

Oliver chimed in, “I wish we were rich enough to pay someone to do my homework!”

Katie rolled her eyes, clearly used to this dynamic. “Alright! Get out of the car, all of you!”

Protests erupted, but she ushered you all out, and you hurried to find Cooper. When you spotted him, you waved goodbye to Taylor and Anna-Kat.

“Hey, C.” You greeted him with a hug, a quick peck on the cheek leaving you both grinning.

“Hey, no PDA around me, please. I’m already grossed out being the third wheel,” Oliver muttered, crossing his arms.

“Dude, you’re my best friend. No way your brother will come between us,” Cooper replied, wrapping an arm around Oliver’s shoulder and fist-bumping him.

Classes flew by, but during gym class, everything changed. The coach announced it was time for some relay races, and Cooper, always competitive, was ready to show off. As the warm-up began, he pulled off his shirt, revealing his toned torso. You felt your heart race, your cheeks flushing as you took in the sight.

“Dude, you’re distracting!” Oliver teased, rolling his eyes, but even he couldn’t help but glance at Cooper.

You couldn’t help but fawn over him, your eyes sparkling. “You look amazing!” you exclaimed, unable to contain your admiration.

Cooper shot you a confident grin, basking in the attention. “Thanks! Just trying to keep up my athleticism,” he said, flexing playfully. You felt a warm glow of pride, knowing he was yours.

During the race, every stride Cooper took seemed more impressive than the last. As he crossed the finish line, you clapped enthusiastically, feeling a wave of pride wash over you. He ran over, slightly out of breath, his smile infectious.

“Did you see that?” he beamed, his eyes shining. “I think I could go pro!”

“You were incredible! Honestly, I could watch you all day,” you replied, giving him a soft nudge with your shoulder.

The rest of the day felt like a whirlwind of excitement, and after school, you both settled at the kitchen island to tackle some math homework. “Alright, Cooper, now all you have to do is divide eight by both sides to cancel out the x,” you explained patiently.

“You’re so smart. You know that?” Cooper said, leaning in closer, his eyes sparkling with admiration.

You smiled, feeling your heart flutter again. Just then, Anna-Kat burst in. “Hey, can you help me with my project?” she asked, bouncing on her toes.

“Sure! What do you need?” Cooper replied, always eager to help.

You chuckled as Anna-Kat began dragging Cooper off to her room, whispering excitedly about her project. You felt a pang of jealousy but couldn’t help but laugh at the two of them. It was sweet to see him engage so easily with your siblings.

Later that evening, you and Cooper settled on the couch for some downtime. You were wrapped in a soft blanket, the television flickering with a show you both loved. As you leaned against him, he draped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer.

“You know,” he said, his voice soft, “I really enjoy these moments with you. Just us.”

“Me too,” you replied, feeling the warmth of his body beside you. “I wouldn’t trade it for anything.”

As the night wore on, the cozy atmosphere made you both a little bolder. You found yourselves laughing and teasing, sharing inside jokes. When your parents walked in, they caught you two in a moment of playful shoving, giggling as you tried to get comfortable on the couch.

“Get a room!” Taylor called out, a playful smirk on her face.

“Come on, you know we’re just studying,” you shot back, laughing.

As the evening drew to a close, you both wandered to your room, ready to call it a night. You snuggled into your bed, and Cooper flopped down next to you, pulling the blankets up to your chins.

“Hey, want to watch a movie?” he asked, his eyes sparkling.

“Only if we can cuddle!” you replied, a cheeky grin spreading across your face.

“Deal!” he said, settling in closer.

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The next day brought a new energy, and you both walked into school, hand in hand. As you strolled through the halls, a few kids shot glances your way, some admiring and some whispering. You tried to ignore the latter but felt a flicker of self-consciousness.

During lunch, while seated with Taylor, Oliver, and Anna-Kat, you noticed a group of kids nearby snickering. One of the moms, Tara, walked by, her voice dripping with disdain as she commented on your relationship. “Look at them, holding hands like it’s a fairy tale. Adorable, isn’t it?”

You felt your cheeks flush, and you turned to Cooper, who immediately noticed your discomfort. “Don’t let them get to you,” he said softly, squeezing your hand.

“I know, but it’s hard not to feel weird about it,” you admitted, glancing down.

“Forget them. You and I are what matters,” he assured you, leaning in to give you a quick kiss, making your heart flutter despite the negativity around you. “Honestly, they’re just jealous because they’ll never have what we do.”

However, after lunch, you couldn’t shake the feelings of doubt. Later that day, while on a study date, you confronted Cooper about Tara's comments. “Maybe she has a point. I mean, you’re rich, and I… I don’t know if I fit into your world,” you said hesitantly, your voice shaking.

Cooper looked taken aback, brows furrowing. “(Reader), you can’t seriously believe that! I like you for who you are, not for what you have! Those comments are just mean-spirited nonsense.”

“But she makes it sound so easy for you to be with someone else. Someone who fits your lifestyle better,” you shot back, frustration boiling beneath the surface.

“Why are you letting her get to you? This is between us, not her!” he replied, his voice rising defensively. “I don’t care if you don’t come from money. That has nothing to do with how I feel about you!”

“Maybe I wouldn’t feel this way if you didn’t flaunt your wealth all the time!” you snapped, tears brimming in your eyes.

Cooper's face fell, and after a moment of silence, he turned away. “If you really believe that, maybe you should reconsider this whole thing.” With that, he stormed out, leaving you alone, heart racing and tears spilling down your cheeks.

Feeling utterly broken, you slid down the wall, sobs wracking your body. Just then, Oliver walked in, his expression shifting from confusion to concern as he rushed to your side. “What happened?” he asked gently.

“I—Cooper and I… we fought. He thinks I don’t want to be with him,” you managed to say between sobs.

Oliver wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close. “Hey, it’s going to be okay. You two care about each other too much to let this ruin things.”

Moments later, Anna-Kat and Taylor burst in, immediately sensing the tension. “What’s wrong?” Anna-Kat exclaimed, voice laced with concern. “Cooper and I… We– we fought a-a-nd now… I think we might break up.” You said as you clutched onto Oliver’s shirt, putting your face in his shoulder, wetting his shirt.

Your three siblings had all gathered around you, comforting you and talking you through your immense pain you were going through. You didn’t know if you were going to be in a relationship with Cooper anymore and that scared you.

The school day came around the next day, but the echoes of your argument with Cooper lingered like a bittersweet melody in your mind. You navigated through classes with your siblings, but every time your gaze flickered to Cooper, your heart raced. You couldn’t shake the feeling that your earlier words might have left a scar.

At lunch, you joined Taylor, Oliver, and Anna-Kat at their usual table. They chatted animatedly, but your thoughts were elsewhere. You absentmindedly poked at your food, listening but not really absorbing anything.

“Earth to (Reader)!” Taylor exclaimed, waving her hand in front of your face. “What’s up with you? You’ve been super quiet.”

“I’m just… thinking,” you mumbled, glancing over at Cooper, who sat with his friends, his laughter ringing across the cafeteria.

“Thinking about Cooper?” Anna-Kat teased, wiggling her eyebrows. “Ooh, is there drama?”

“Not drama, just… confusion,” you admitted, biting your lip. “I don’t want to lose him.”

Taylor frowned. “You two love each other. Just talk it out.”

Oliver chimed in, “Yeah, just don’t do that weird ‘silent treatment’ thing. It makes it worse.”

As you watched Cooper joke around with his friends, a part of you felt a flicker of jealousy. The way he smiled, carefree and charming, made your heart ache. You remembered how he’d defended you just the day before, how his gaze had softened when you were vulnerable. The thought gave you courage.

“Alright, I’m going to talk to him,” you said suddenly, determination filling you.

“Go get him, tiger!” Oliver cheered, giving you a playful shove.

You took a deep breath, pushing through the crowd until you reached Cooper's table. He looked up, surprised, and the laughter faded from his eyes.

“Can we talk?” you asked, your voice steady despite the nervous flutter in your stomach.

“Sure,” he replied, rising from his seat. You led him to a quieter corner of the cafeteria, heart pounding in your chest.

“I’m really sorry about what I said yesterday,” you began, meeting his gaze. “I let Tara’s words get to me, and I didn’t mean to hurt you. You’re worth so much more than that.”

Cooper’s expression softened, but you could see the remnants of hurt in his eyes. “I just don’t want you to feel inadequate. You’re perfect as you are. I like you for who you are, not for your family’s situation.”

“I know,” you whispered, feeling a wave of relief wash over you. “But sometimes it feels like I don’t belong in your world, and it scares me.”

“(Reader),” he said, stepping closer, “you belong with me. I don’t care about my wealth. I care about you and us. That’s all that matters.”

The sincerity in his voice made your heart swell, and you reached out, taking his hand in yours. “Thank you for saying that. I don’t want to let anyone, even Tara, come between us.”

A small smile broke across his face. “Good. Let’s not give anyone that power.”

Just then, a familiar voice broke the moment. “Ugh, get a room!” Anna-Kat teased, peeking around the corner with Taylor and Oliver in tow.

You both laughed, the tension lifting. “Alright, you caught us,” you said playfully.

“I knew it!” Anna-Kat exclaimed, bouncing on her feet. “You guys are the cutest!”

“Just admit it, you love us,” Cooper said, grinning.

As the lunch bell rang, you all headed back to class, the air lighter now. The rest of the day passed in a blur of laughter and stolen glances between you and Cooper.

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After school, you returned home, the atmosphere buzzing with energy. You found Cooper in the kitchen, chatting with your mom while she prepared dinner. “Hey, lovebirds! How was school?” Katie teased, winking at you both.

“It was good,” you replied, feeling a warmth spread through you. Cooper grinned, leaning against the counter.

“Are you two finally going to start planning your wedding?” she joked, stirring a pot.

“Mom!” you exclaimed, your cheeks flushing. Cooper laughed, his gaze playful.

Once dinner was on the table, the family gathered around, and conversation flowed easily. As everyone chatted, you couldn’t help but steal glances at Cooper, who was animatedly discussing a recent basketball game. His confidence was infectious, and you found yourself hanging onto his every word.

Later, after dinner, you both retreated to your room. The comforting familiarity of your space surrounded you, and you settled onto your bed, pulling out a deck of cards.

“Want to play?” you asked, shuffling the cards playfully.

“Sure, but I warn you, I’m a card shark!” he replied, flashing a competitive grin.

As the game progressed, laughter filled the room, and you playfully accused him of cheating whenever he won. “You’re just too good!” you laughed, feigning frustration.

“Maybe I’m just that good looking and talented,” he quipped, leaning closer with a teasing smile.

Just then, Oliver burst in, a dramatic expression on his face. “Ew! Can you two not be all mushy and PDA-y in front of me?”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his antics. “We weren’t doing anything!”

“You were totally about to, though!” he retorted, crossing his arms dramatically. “I swear, you guys are way too touchy-feely.”

Cooper leaned back, a smirk on his face. “Just admit it, you’re jealous because no one’s cuddling with you.”

“Ugh, no! I just think it’s gross!” Oliver protested, but the corners of his mouth twitched in a smile.

Anna-Kat peeked in, overhearing the commotion. “What’s wrong? Is there too much cuteness happening?”

“Yes!” Oliver groaned, throwing his hands up. “It’s unbearable!”

You and Cooper exchanged amused glances, and the atmosphere felt warm and full of love. “Come join us, Oliver!” Cooper invited playfully.

“Not a chance!” he replied, rolling his eyes as he backed out of the room. “Just keep it PG, please!”

After Oliver left, you turned to Cooper, and he leaned closer, brushing your shoulder with his hand. “What do you want to do now?”

You grinned, “How about a movie?”

“Sounds perfect,” he said, settling beside you, the warmth radiating from him soothing your heart. As the movie played, you felt your eyes droop, your head resting against his shoulder.

“Hey,” he whispered, his voice soft, “are you falling asleep on me?”

“Maybe,” you murmured, stifling a yawn.

“Don’t worry. I’ve got you,” he said, wrapping his arm around you, pulling you closer.

You smiled, content and safe in his embrace, grateful for every moment shared.

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As the night faded and you drifted off to sleep, the chaos of earlier felt like a distant memory. The bond between you and Cooper felt stronger than ever, solidified through laughter, love, and a promise to always be there for one another.

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ꕥA/nꕥ: I hope you enjoyed this as much as I had fun writing it!

Love ya!

-jules🎀

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