#bvb one shot

[the-nation-of-today]

Any BVB song: [exists] Andy: But what if there was a woah oh??

[corriganatheart]

His Maddest Desire (He LOVES her, but she HATES him) Jude Bellingham x reader

Synopsis: She was the opposite of what he needed; the shadow that no one noticed but him. Since the beginning, Jude had always liked Y/N, and his feelings grew every time he saw her. His reputation as a womanizer only makes her question his intention and pushes him away, but that never stops him from chasing after what he wants.

Pairings: Jude Bellingham x reader

Genre: Forbidden romance x Enemies to Lovers x One-sided love x Dark Romance

Warnings ⚠️: Cursing, mention of sexual content 🔞

You weren't sure if you should be depressed about the situation or be relieved. Your family has totally forgotten that you existed and moved on with the welcoming speech without you. On any occasion, you would've been ok with it, but today your distant family was here, and you wore a beautiful dress that complimented your beauty in every way, but instead of flaunting it in front of everyone, you are hiding behind a concrete pole, away from the crowd.

"The L/N family will like to welcome you to our 100th anniversary in business!" You heard your dad exclaim and could see his hand raise his cup, but you were too far to see his face. You look at the number of people in the room; they've doubled since last year, and most are influential people worldwide. From current presidents to famous celebrities, you name it all, your family is connected to everyone. Your heart rate increases as you glance from one person to another, realizing he might be here too. "And my precious gem, my daughter Anastasia will take over the family's business and become the heir of the L/N family!"

Your heart immediately stops for a second, and your vision begins to blur as people clap and cheer for your sister. From the distance, in the spotlight, you see your sister, in the most beautiful dress and most beautiful face standing on the stairs waving and smiling at everyone. She looked confident, ambitious, and strong, something you weren't and would never be. Deciding that it was best to remove yourself from the gathering, you start running to the far end of the mansion, away from everyone.

The cold weather immediately hits your face when you enter the balcony. The city light shines from afar, away from your family's mansion on the mountain. Everything about your city was beautiful, filled with lights you'll never see in person. And even if you did, you’ll still feel ashamed, saddened, and distressed that tinted people ran the city—a family that doesn’t care about anything but power and money.

You look up at the stars and examine their beautiful design. They were all gorgeous, showing their beauty on the blank black canvas, and each star formed its meaning. One particular one formed a shape like a woman with Angel wings. She was floating with a knife-like structure in her hands. She looked powerful among the other stars.

“Her name’s Nemesis,” a familiar voice with a deep English accent says. You don’t even have to turn around to know who it is. His voice and the smell of expensive fresh cologne were enough to confirm that he was one of the most influential football players in the world. “She is the goddess of revenge and quite literally an underrating woman.” Your heart beats faster as you feel him getting closer to you, and you want nothing more than to leave without having to look at him.

Jude Bellingham is known for his looks, accent, personality, athletic abilities, influential status, and womanizer. He was everything you needed to avoid, but he always seemed to find you no matter where you were. “Myths say she is more beautiful and stronger than Athena and Aphrodite, and I can assure you she’s everything they say she is.” Your heart skips a beat, maybe many more, as he stands next to you. "Why are you alone, angel?"

Since birth, you have always been in your sibling's shadow. Your sister Anastasia was the golden child of the family. She had the looks, brain, personality, and quite the influence on others. Everyone loves her, and she was your parent's whole heart. Your brother, two years older than you, is the middle child and your mother's son. He was a mommy's boy, and even though he was now an adult, your mother would do anything for him. Your father, on the other hand, was too occupied with Anastasia and the family business to care if he had a son or not. The L/N family was complete with a daughter and a son, but you came into this world unexpectedly. Your biological parents passed away the day you were born, and your birth mother was the best friend of your adoptive mother. And even though she didn't want you, she wanted to be a hero, so your parents went along with the adoption, and you were taken in unwanted.

Growing up, you had quite a fancy life. Money, food, maids, fancy parties, and private schools, but you were never provided the same treatment as your siblings. You understand that you aren’t their biological child, but you’ve been in their family for so long that it seems that way.

Your father, who was always busy, would only talk to you when needed, such as school work and attending events, and your mother would only speak to you when it concern your physical image or family photos. Overall, besides being ignored by your family, you lived a comfortable life and were used to the cold silence from your parents, but it still hurts.

"Y/N?" He asked softly after realizing that your mind was no longer with him. "Why are you alone, angel?"

You close your eyes at the nickname that he gave you years ago. It does many things to you, and no matter how much you try to tell him to leave you alone, Jude Bellingham is always around. “Go back to the party Jude. My brother will be looking for you.”

He remains calm, and from the corner of your eyes, you can see him twirl the glass of whiskey while looking ahead. “Rowan is fine. He’s got blondes, brunettes, red hair, and black hair surrounding him,” Jude says with amusement. You rolled your eyes and placed your hand on the concrete rail, feeling the coldness of it. “My brother’s player ways will never die down,” you mumbled disgustingly.

Your brother, Rowan L/N, is a womanizer, and he doesn’t necessarily have a type. As long as you were a girl and were down for a one-night stand, he would take you to a hotel within a heartbeat. He wasn’t picky with Women either and found all types of women beautiful: curvy, skinny, average, tan, pale, dark; he liked them all. And although he may not seem like it, he respects a woman a lot, and that’s why he’s a mommy’s boy. You and your brother get along just fine, and in high school, he protected you from bullies, but now that he is a university student, you have distanced yourself a little. He wasn’t the older brother you knew from high school; your brother has become colder, bolder, and more like your father.

“You haven’t answered my question. Why are you out here alone?”

The concern in Jude’s voice causes you to look at him angrily. You didn’t need his concern, and you didn’t need his pity; you’ve had enough of those. “What game are you playing, Bellingham?” You asked. Jude raises an eyebrow and places his cup on the rail. You watch one hand disappear into his pocket while the other reaches for your hair, tugging it behind your ears. “Now I see you,” he mumbles and smiles softly.

You look at his lips and then his eyes; gosh, he was beautiful, with a sculpted jawline, thick lips, and a smile that could make a girl get on her knees. But you couldn’t be one of those girls; you were not his type. You have seen the girls he surrounds himself with, and you weren’t them, and he was playing games with you.

“Go find Rowan. He wouldn’t like his best friend with his little sister,” you said as you started stepping away from him. Jude doesn’t budge; he oversees you, examining your moves like always. “He wouldn’t think any of it,” Jude says. You bite your lower lips, “because we just don’t fit,” you immediately spit.

Jude’s eyes go dark as he focuses on yours, and you see how his jaw tenses. You’ve said many things in the past that hurt him, and you knew it’s one of these that gets him railed up. “Why do you hate me?” He asked casually, mainly because he had asked this question many times. And you wish you could answer him, but you don't know either.

You first met Jude when you were 12, and he was 14. Your brother befriended him while they attended an all-boys junior high, and he was one of those friends that would always come over. You remember the first time the two of you made eye contact. It was an immediate attraction on both ends and like the curious cat you were, you stayed and watched him play football with your brother.

Since the beginning, you always attend an all-girls school, and the only boys you've been around are your brother, cousins, and your dad's men. Seeing Jude for the first time, you were immediately drawn to him mainly because he was the most beautiful boy you have ever seen and because of the way he handled the soccer ball. Jude must've also noticed you because he showed off more and was constantly making sure you saw his dribble, scores, tricks, and everything he did; he did it with a purpose. After that day, Jude came over more often, and you always watched him play with your brother. And when you finally reached high school, he became bolder and started flirting with you, asking you to homecoming, inviting you to his games, and doing everything with you in his mind. But never once did you fall for him because, in the back of your mind, you were incapable of being loved, and Jude was only going to break your heart. Unlike you, he was everything everyone wanted, the golden boy, and he was still one.

"Why are you so mean?" he asked, stepping closer to you.

You back up, and he looks down at your shoes, unpleased by that movement. “Don’t step away from me,” he demanded softly as you stood four feet away. “Why?” You asked, even though you knew his answer. Jude grabs your wrist and pulls you into his chest, “because I am your man,” he whispers in your ear.

Your heart races rapidly as you feel his hand trace the back of your dress. He was so close to you that his cologne almost caused you to faint. Jude was much taller than you, and your head barely reached his shoulders, and it was so easy for you to hear his heartbeats. And just like you, he was also under the influence, and his breathing was getting harder and harder as his hands trailed up further.

“I am yours, and you’re mine. We fit Y/N,” he says and places his forehead on yours. You close your eyes and imagine the two of you alone, entirely away from everyone. Your life would’ve been more straightforward if you were born into an average family and met Jude accidentally. But you weren’t normal, and you were born into a loveless family that controls your every move. And Jude was a professional footballer that everyone loved. You knew Jude was destined for greatness the moment you looked at him, and unlike you, he was meant to be loved by the world. In the future, he will marry someone important, friendly, beautiful, and loved by everyone, like your sister. And you will be left behind closed doors as his mistress and never be seen again. The two of you just don’t fit.

“What do you want from me, Bellingham?” You asked while exiting his arms and stepping a couple of steps away. “Do you think I will fall for your tricks? Do you think I’ll say yes, and we'll marry in the future while you take one girl after another like your football buddies?” You aggressively asked. Jude glares at you frustratedly as you continue to speak your mind. “Look at me and look at all those girls. We are opposite!”

The two of you stare at one another for god knows how long. The conversation was familiar, and it was giving you deja vu. Jude was very persistent; no matter how many rejections he got from you, he was still chasing. But that never stopped him from fooling around with other girls to show you what you missed. But the two of you knew damn well he would drop anyone in a heartbeat if you came to him.

“I’m not like that,” Jude says softly, his hands hidden in his pocket to keep himself from reaching for you. “You know I want only you.”

It was hard to concentrate on hating him when he said the sweetest, most beautiful things in life. You knew who he was, and the womanizer image was only to make you jealous. But if you admit that you hated the blondes, brunettes, redheads, ginger, and many more girls that he had been associated with, it would only confirm your feelings, and you weren’t going down that path.

“Why?” You quietly asked while looking at the floor, avoiding eye contact with him. “Why are you so nice to me?”

You feel his fingers lift your chin, and in a second, you make eye contact with him. “Is it that hard to see yourself the way I see you?”

No one would’ve ever thought that Jude Bellingham could ever get rejected by a girl. There have been numerous times when he respectfully refused girls, and there have been times when he would use them for pleasure. But it was now getting to him that no matter how many girls he got; his heart still yearns for you and it will only be you that he wants.

"You will eventually marry someone else," you mumbled. "Someone older, wiser, prettier, and at the same level as you."

With a heavy heart, Jude reaches to stroke your face, but you slap his hands away. "Stay away from me, Bellingham.”

You wander back to the hall room, and from the corner of your eyes, you see your brother standing near the champagne fountain, surrounded by numerous girls. On one side, he has another friend of his, Trent Alexander Arnold, and on another side, he has Kylian Mbappe. They all smiled while chatting and flirting with the girls. You take in the way Trent constantly looks bored, and his eyes wander around the crowd, whereas Kylian is very invested in the ladies. To their right, a couple of tables away, your sister was talking to some women around your mother’s age, one of them being Jude’s mother.

It was no secret that your mother and Jude’s mother always wanted to be in-laws. And you were never an option, but your sister was perfection and the apple of everyone’s eye. Jude’s mother had always liked your sister, and the engagement between your sister and Jude would be brought up soon. That is another reason why it was best you stay away from him.

“The party is a bit dense, don’t you think?”

Your shoulder jumps from the voice, and you immediately turn around to see Marcus Rashford standing behind you, with a drink in his hand and the other hand tucked in his pant. He was wearing a white dress shirt with some buttons down, revealing some ink on his chest. His hair was freshly cut, making him look more handsome than you remember.

Marcus was an acquaintance of your dad and one of your sister’s friends. He was always rumored to be dating your sister, but you don’t think there's any potential because despite your sister showing interest in him, Marcus rarely acknowledges her.

“You don’t speak much do you little one?”

You frowned at his nickname for you because you guys aren’t anything at all for him to give you nicknames. This was probably the first time the two of you have ever spoken.

“Why are you talking to me?” You asked quietly despite the room being loud. Marcus smirks and sips his drink, “why haven’t I talked to you is the real question,” he mumbles. You frown and was about to walk away when he grabs your elbow. “Care to dance?” He asked. You look behind your shoulders to see your sister staring your way, eyeing the part where you and Marcus are touching. “Your girlfriend won’t like that,” you said, and Marcus glanced at your sister. “She’s not my girlfriend.” And that should’ve been enough for you to take him up on his offer, but you instead think about your sister’s wellbeing and decide it was best to decline. “I’m sorry but I have to go,” you said and quickly excused yourself.

As you quickly exit the ballroom again, you feel a couple of eyes on you, sending shivers down your spine.

“Jude!” Rowan exclaimed when he walked into the private room made for his casual hookups.

Jude nods and looks around the room, seeing a couple of his friends and acquaintances surrounded by girls, many girls. Your brother has two blondes next to him, with white lingerie on. On the couch in front of him, Mbappé was getting sucked off by two girls while the others were close to having sex. At the center of the room stood two naked girls dancing on the pole with red eyes.

Your brother nods his head towards the couch next to him; a girl that looks similar to your sister is sitting on it, and there is no question that she was brought in for him.

“Enjoy yourself, man,” Rowan says with a smirk. Jude grabs a bottle of champagne on a table and approaches the girl. She was beautiful, with a banging body, a girl he would usually hook up with but never chase. It was honestly torturing to want someone that doesn’t want you back, and the only way to get rid of that feeling was to drink, snort, and fuck. But even that didn’t help.

“Heard my mother and your mother talking. I know they want you all together, but it ain’t happening, man,” Rowan says, “my sister wants Rashford.” Jude chugs his bottle of Champagne, not giving a damn about who your sister wants. The only thing on his mind was to get you out of his system. “You have anyone else in mind?” Rowan asked. Jude smirks and lays both of his hands on top of the couch. The girl next to him was very bold and seductive. Her hands were already roaming his body and unbuckling his belt. “Anastasia is not my type,” Jude shrugs. Your brother raises an eyebrow, clearly not understanding why Jude would say that. He has seen the way Jude interacts with your sister and the way he is constantly being nice to her, so he assumes that Jude has a crush on her. “Then what is your type?” Rowan asked.

Jude lays his head back on the couch and guides the girl’s head down into his unbuckled pant. He then closes his eyes and sighs. “I prefer sexy (eye color) with (hair color) that is always perfectly straightened or perfectly curled. She also wears innocent-looking dresses and looks like an Angel but is a sexy beast that I can never let go.”

Your brother stared at him blankly and looked down at the girl that was now sucking off Jude. She looked like your sister but was the total opposite of what Jude described. Rowan then narrows his eyes, “Careful, Bellingham. I might have thought you were actually describing Y/N.”

Jude chuckles darkly and rolls his shoulders, “We fantasize about things we can’t have; that’s in our nature.” He then closes his eyes, and the image of you appears as he guides the girl’s head to his climax.

You stare at your reflection. Fresh out of the shower, wet hair, smooth lotioned skin, and no scars anywhere.

It was ideal for the women in the L/N family to look their best no matter what, and maybe your mother took that way too far. Growing up, you and your sister were constantly showered with lavish clothing, the best skin care product, the most expensive makeup artist, and the wealthiest designers. Of course, your sister had everyone's best interest, but still, your mother did not forget that she has an adopted daughter with her genes.

"Your sister's birthday is coming up," your handmaiden, Virginia, says as she combs your hair. You smiled and nodded, "she'll want to throw a big one," you mumbled. Virginia hums, agreeing with that statement. She was a couple of years older than your sister and has known you her entire life. She was only a teenager when her parents started working for your family. And when she turned 18, she immediately became your maid. "You know everyone will be there with a date," Virginia says while applying scented oil to your hair. You look at her through the mirror knowingly. She was the only person who knew of your complicated relationship with Jude. “Everyone but me,” you smiled. Virginia chuckled and started braiding your hair so it could be curly tomorrow. “I’m sure there are many single gentlemen that would love to accompany you,” she says. “For example, Marcus Rashford seemed to be interested in you. Or maybe Trent Alexander Arnold, who has always stared at you, and don’t forget Kylian Mbappe, who may be a little older but is a fine gentleman.”

You wait for Virginia to laugh and say it was a joke, but unfortunately, she doesn’t. “They’re all friends of my brother and sister. There is no way they would accompany me,” you said. Virginia smiles and starts tying your hair. “There is always that one person who would take you in a heartbeat.” You glare at her through the mirror, knowing who she is suggesting. She has always supported your feelings for Jude, even if it’s just a simple crush or something more significant. But you’ve told her several times that the two of you just don’t fit. Jude was different from you, and he was also your brother’s best friend. Someone of that high status would eventually get a proposal from the president’s daughter or a princess; you were never in the picture.

“I will say, though, that Marcus Rashford has always been a gentleman to everyone. He may be a bit older than you, but he would care for you perfectly,” Virginia says before she excuses herself from your room.

You sighed and opened the door to your balcony. It was warm with a slight breeze, and the star shone brightly through the dark sky. The oil scent of roses warms your heart, remembering her suggestion about Jude. But even you knew that was a mistake. Your sister will eventually be Jude’s fiancé and you’ll be nothing but his sister-in-law. It was best you have no interaction with him in the future.

“It’s too late for you to be outside Y/N.”

You froze at the deep voice and turned to see your brother closing your bedroom door. He looked like he had just left the shower, with damp hair, a towel around his neck, a black t-shirt, and black pajama pants. He looked exhausted, angry, and annoyed as he walked towards you. “You got school tomorrow; I’ll take you.” You frowned and looked at him, “Mr. Hale can take me,” you said. Rowan crosses his arms, and you notice his muscles are bigger and leaner. His athletic life must be intense. “My university is that way. I’ll drop you off.” You rolled your eyes and leaned against the cold rail. “You’re just making sure I am not skipping school with some boys,” you accused. Rowan raises an eyebrow and stares at you tensely, “If I see or hear about you fooling around with some boys, I will make sure he doesn’t see another day.”

“Rowan,” you sighed, “the school is owned by our family. Do you really think Father and Mother don’t have eyes on me?”

Your brother shrugged and sighed, “I’m just looking out for you.” You nodded and smiled, “I know.”

Rowan smiles slightly, and you notice an eyelash sticking on his cheek. Stepping closer to him, you brush off the hair with your thumb. “There, your skin looks good now.” He stares at you blankly, and you take this chance to look at him. He was all grown now, with a sculpted jaw, thick black hair, dark hazel eyes, and not like the innocent-looking brother you remembered. “Y/N I-“

“Rowan get out of your sister’s room!”

The both of you turned to the door to see your mother standing there with arms crossed, angry eyes, and nothing but her gown on. “She has school tomorrow. Do you know how bad it would look if she were late?” You glance at Rowan and quickly walk back inside and rush to your bed. “My bad, mom. I reminded my little sister that I’ll take her to school tomorrow.” Your mom rolls her eyes, and Rowan chuckles before kissing her on the cheek and waving bye to you.

You smile at your mom awkwardly as she stares at you. Her eyes wander your room, and she looks at your ideally hung school uniform, your finished homework on your desk, and your braided hair for school tomorrow. She smiles satisfactorily and nods at you. “Go to sleep. Tomorrow is your exam. I’m expecting a perfect score. You will be a future doctor and will show the world that your parents raised you wisely,” she says, hinting that you should be listening to her because she adopted you. “Yes, Mom,” you said through gritted teeth. Your mother smiles before saying goodnight and exiting your room.

Sighing, you closed your eyes, hoping that tomorrow would go smoothly and you wouldn’t do anything to disappoint anyone.

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[xmads-omensx]

You've never seen Batman?

Masterlist

Word Count: 1,461

Pairing: Andy Biersack X Reader

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, jokey arguing, kissing

Summary: Y/N and Andy go on a coffee date, when Andy makes a shocking discovery.

I pulled my dark green knitted jumper over my head as I finished getting ready for my date. Andy and I had been on four dates so far and have been rally hitting it off. The plan for today was to go out to a local park and get some coffee. Obviously weather dependent, but it hadn’t exactly been very predictable as of late.

I laced up my white sneakers before grabbing my bag ad jacket, then opening the front door. I was greeted by Andy’s long torso, tattooed arm outstretched as if he was about to knock. We shared a brief moment of eye contact before bursting into laughter.

We were still in that blissful stage where everything felt like it was perfect. Granted, we weren’t officially a couple yet, but it was definitely heading in that direction.

“You look beautiful.” He smiled down at me as he knitted our fingers together.

“So do you.” I replied. “Wait. No. I mean handsome. You look handsome.” I gushed, tripping over my words with an embarrassed laugh.

“Thank you.” Andy laughed, squeezing my hand and leaning down to kiss my cheek.

He led me from my from door and down the driveway.

The walk to the park was pleasant. We filled it with small talk about how our lives had been since the last time we had seen eachother. Sadly, Andy had been away on tour for a month and I hadn’t seen him since the week before he left. This, however, did make me even happier to see him even though we weren’t officially together yet.

The clouds hung a dark and ominous grey in the sky, threatening to burst open at any moment. Hopefully we would manage to avoid any potential downpour this afternoon. A sudden chill from the cool autumn breeze bit at me through my knitted sweater and jacket. Andy must’ve noticed as he wrapped his skinny, leather clad left arm around my shoulders as he led me towards the pop-up coffee shop in the park. Fallen leaves crunched underneath my feet as we approached.

“Hey, can I get a medium Americano and a large Pumpkin Spice latte to go please?” Andy asked the server.

“Of course. Are those separate or together?” The man asked us.

Before I could even register what he had said, Andy had already replied, “together please” and paid for both coffees.

“Hey!” I feigned offense, “I wanted to pay.”

“No chance, sweetheart.” He smiled whilst pressing a kiss into the top of my head.

“At least let me pay for mine.” I tried to compromise with him.

“I’m ignoring you and your stupidity now.” He laughed, leaving me no choice to laugh along with him because his laugh was so contagious.

“Here you two go.” The server said with a smile as he passed Andy our orders. “Have a great rest of your day, but the weather doesn’t look too great.”

Andy glanced up to the sky and let out a sigh. “Hopefully it rains later so our coffees don’t get ruined.” He laughed.

We thanked the man a second time before wandering over to a nearby picnic bench that was sheltered underneath a large oak tree. I took a sip of my Pumpkin Spice latte and breathed out a sigh.

“You okay over there?” Andy asked with a grin on his face.

“Yeah I’m good. It’s just been a while since I’ve done anything like this. Like felt really autumn-y I guess.” I replied.

“Autumn-y isn’t even a word dumbass.” Andy laughed in response.

“Hey! It’s hyphenated, that makes it a word!” I defended with a laugh.

“That doesn’t count Y/N.” He laughed at my idiocy.

“Yes it does. You just don’t understand the genius that is the inner-workings of my brain.” I explained to him, trying and failing to hold in a laugh.

He laughed in response.

Suddenly, interrupting our short-lived moment of bliss, small raindrops began to fall around us. They gradually got heavier and, before we knew it, we were caught in a torrential downpour.

“Come on, we can go to my place it’s closer.” Andy grabbed my hand and we began to jog to the exit of the park.

We practically ran the rest of the way to Andy’s, hand in hand, laughing the whole way.

By the time we reached the sanctuary of his apartment, we were both soaked through to the bone and were both shivering. Andy unlocked the door and led the way into his bedroom, then handed me a t-shirt, hoodie and sweatpants to change into before leaving the room.

I undressed and pulled on Andy’s dry clothes. They smelled like him which brought me even more comfort. It had dawned on me that I had never been to Andy’s place before. We weren’t officially a couple yet so this felt a little bit weird, but I couldn’t ignore the flutters in both my stomach and heart as I looked around his bedroom.

Batman posters and merch took up most of the space. There was some Black Veil Brides stuff framed and hung up on the walls, along with an obscene amount of Cincinnati Bengal’s memorabilia filling his room. It was very chaotic, but very… Andy.

I picked up the black material of the hoodie and pulled it over my head, adjusting it so that it sat comfortably on my torso. Glancing down at it, I realised that it had a huge Batman logo on the front of it. I knew he liked Batman, but it still surprised me the sheer extent of his love for it.

I exited out of his room, with my sopping wet clothes in my hands. I handed them to a patiently waiting Andy who then took them and placed them into the dryer with his own clothes and starting a cycle.

“Those should be done in an hour or so.” He said, rubbing his hands together.

“Sounds good.” I replied, pulling the sleeves of the hoodie over my hands in an attempt to get warmer.

“are the clothes okay?” Andy asked, “They’re a bit big but I’ve not really got much else to offer you.” He scratched the back of his neck.

“Yeah, no, they’re fine.” I replied. “I just feel like a bit of a poser that’s all.” I laughed, gesturing at the hoodie.

“What do you mean?” He smiled back at me.

“Well, I’ve never seen Batman so I feel like a poser.” I said with a smile.

His face fell.

“You… you.. let me get this straight.” He began with an expression of complete and utter disbelief across his face. “You’ve never seen the greatest film franchise ever created?”

I shook my head. “No. Sorry.”

He let out a sigh and walked over to the sofa, before sitting down and putting his head in his hands.

“Andy? You okay?” I laughed.

“No. Y/N. I’m not okay. I cannot believe I haven’t shown you this before.” He patted the seat next to him as he loaded up Netflix. “What on earth is wrong with you, Y/N? How the fuck have you never seen Batman?”

I laughed at his dramatic reaction. “I don’t know. I’ve always been more into anime so I never really watched stuff like this.”

He sighed and shook his head. “Fucking wierdo.” He mumbled, trying and failing to keep a smile off of his face.

“Okay. Show me what all the hype is about then.” I sighed.

“How about we take turns?” Andy suggested.

“Huh?” I asked, confused about what he meant.

“I show you Batman, then next time you show me some anime? Best of both worlds.” He said matter-of-factly.

“Andy, that will literally take forever.” I laughed.

“Yeah? Well good thing I don’t plan on going anywhere any time soon. I can’t leave my lovely girlfriend to suffer without ever watching Batman in her life.” He stated simply.

“Huh- Wha- Girlfriend?” I asked, bewildered at what he said.

“Yeah, girlfriend.” He replied, turning to face me. “Is that- Do you not want that?” He gushed. “Because I can take it right back and we can forget I ever said that. You never have to see me ever again if that’s what you wa-“

I cut his rambling off with a kiss, grabbing both sides of his face with my hands.

“Of course I want to be your girlfriend, dumbass.” I laughed.

He let out a sigh of relief before wrapping his arm around my shoulder and pulling me into his side, with my head resting on his chest.

“Good. Now do you need me to explain anything before we-“ Andy began.

“Shut up and play the movie.” I replied. We laughed like we usually did, and would continue to do forever.

[cherryxcadbury]

Hey i hope you doing well? <3 i would like to request something with Jude where the reader go on the pitch after a game and celebrate his goal with the team (Dortmund)

The whistle blew and you and your friends let out a sigh of relief. Dortmund was still in the title race after this 2-1 win, with Jude scoring the winning goal.

“That man could bring me to this knees with just that arm band, dunno how you’re still functioning Y/N.” Heidi, your best friend, whispered.

You laughed at Heidi’s antics with Lexi, Gio Reyna’s girlfriend.

“You’ll have to tell him that yourself Heidi.” You responded.

“Oh trust me I will.” She winked at you, making you squirm at her unapologetic-ness.

Sometimes, you aspired to be like her.

A man from the Dortmund staff came up to the three of yous then spoke in German, to which you and Lexi blushed in embarrassment, not knowing the language.

“He said we can go down onto the field. Come on!” Heidi led the way, flashing a smile at the staff you all passed on the field.

The three of you walked through the extremely large pitch, dodging ongoing interviews and moping Frankfurt players. The immediate sight of the yellow wall from the pitch made you smile. BVB fans were truly the greatest.

“Y/N! They’re talking about you!” Lexi whispered to you and Heidi.

You immediately whipped your head around and turned to see fans in the row closest to the pitch waving to you.

“Why are they waving?” You asked.

“Just listen.” Heidi smirked.

“Look it’s Jude Bellingham’s girlfriend!” They squealed.

“Y/N! May I have a picture!!”

“Y/N i follow you on Instagram!!”

They shouted and shrieked hoping they’d get your attention. You were awestruck, they were like fans. You, Heidi, and Lexi just laughed, smiled, and waved.

“This is gonna be my be real!” Lexi squealed, jogging over to the fans.

Heidi turned to say something to you before a thick German accent interrupted you.

It was some guy on Frankfurt’s staff based on his outfit, he held an easy smirk. He looked way too old for yours and Heidi’s teenage selves. He was probably 35 at youngest.

“Ladies. Hallo.” He smiled at the two of you.

Heidi smiled, responding in German while you just gave him a tight nod.

He chatted up Heidi, you watching in amusement, and Heidi as well keeping the conversation with a glint of amusement in her eyes. You’d been friends with Heidi for long enough to know what Heidi always knew peoples true intentions. And the raise of her eyebrows at you meant that she was telling you the man was interested in you.

So you were not surprised at all when the man, with an even wider smirk, turned to you and held his hand out as an introduction. With everyone watching you opted to be polite and went into shake his hand.

However, he instead took it and brought it up to his lips, still smirking. You quickly pulled your hand away and shot him an annoyed look.

“Listen. My name’s Christian, I work for Frankfurt. Wanted to know if you were interested in grabbing a coffee then heading back to my place.” He gave you a sickening smile.

This man was forward.

“Are you blind Christian! One, she’s too young for you. Two, look at the fucking Bellingham kit. She’s taken.” Heidi came to your defense.

“Listen. I don’t see Bellingham here! He doesn’t have to know.” Christian smiled.

“Get the hell away from us.” You glared at Christian, already looking around from security.

Christian’s eyes darkened.

“I have a much higher status here than both of you. So listen you who—” Christian started before being cut off.

“I’d best not finish that sentence if I were you mate.” A voice spoke from behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder.

Jude.

Christian was several inches shorter and scrawnier than Jude.

“Uh Mr. Bellingham I wasn’t aware that she was actually your girlfri—”

“Just scram.” Heidi glared.

And with that, Christian was gone.

You let out a sigh of relief while Heidi went after him with Karim Adeyemi to go and terrorize Christian.

“You alright love.” Jude asked pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

You nodded, twisting your head to make eye contact with him.

“I could’ve dealt with him Judekins. Or at least Heidi could have.” You gave him a teasing smile.

“Yeah but where’s the fun in that? I like being able to show people that you’re mine.” Jude winked at you.

You were about to kiss him when you were interrupted by huffing and puffing. You and Jude looked forward to see Karim panting and Heidi smirking.

“How. Do you run so fast?” Karin barely managed to get out.

“Karim mean freund, it’s a talent.” Heidi winked, scanning her nails.

“Heidi beat you in a foot race.” You stated knowingly.

Karim’s breathing had steadied by now.

“Yeah we were chasing after that Frankfurt guy. How the fuck is she so fast.” Karim groaned.

“So you guys caught up to him?” Jude asked.

“Oh yeah. Managed to threaten him and everything.” Heidi over annunciated.

“Anyways we’ll leave you two now. And remember Jude, Y/N loves men in arm bands. Especially when they’re captains.” Heidi winked before scurrying away.

“I’ll have to keep that in mind then.” Jude smirked down at you, a blush coating your cheeks.

“That was a nice goal you had Bellingham.” You teased him.

“It was dedicated to my biggest fan.” He smiled.

“Your mum’s not here today though.” You smiled innocently.

“I hate you.” He grumbled, burrowing his face into your shoulder.

“You have some eager fans waiting there.” You pointed out.

“They can wait.” He mumbled.

“Jude….” You stressed his name in the way his mum did when she was upset.

“Oh fine. But you’re coming with me.” He tugged you along.

“I’m so proud of you.” You held eye contact before going over to the fans.

“My girl. I love you Y/N.”

[miroslavcloset]

Hiiii, if youre taking requests can you please do headcannons for dating Leon Goretzka or Julian Brandt? 🌸🫶 Loved the mats' one btw

Dating Julian Brandt -Headcanons- [Non-NSFW and NSFW]

A/N: Ofc love <3 I love writing for other teams, I mean we all know I'm Bayern's Thomas' whore, but writing for other teams I like has a certain something I crave. Btw here you can read the Leon ones <3 (I'm considering doing a part two, maybe) I'm glad you liked the Mats' ones!!

He can be very possessive with you, hugging you and resting his chin on your shoulders when hanging out with friends so everyone knows you're his and he is yours.

One of the things he has on his pending list is to introduce you to his family in Bremen. Even though he would never admit it, he considers you part of his family already.

You bring him special comfort, Julian loves how you stand by him and keep him close no matter what, so in return, he prefers having you nearby all the time.

He would be the first one to think about moving together, and another thing he wouldn't admit is how he loves the idea of the domestic routine by your side, cooking for you, sharing mornings in bed, and even sometimes showering together.

You know him better than anyone, and when things aren't going well for him, you can notice the change in his mood. He can be an introvert in that sense, after any bad game he doesn't kick things or shows his anger or sadness, he just wants peace and to be left alone, he'd rather handle it on his own. You earned his trust so he now lets you in, he would be open with his partner, the only person he would lean on.

He is not the best with words when it comes to expressing his feelings for you, and even if he was he would be too ashamed to tell you how much he loves you, so instead he tries to express it in the best way he can, giving you comfort and stability around him, holding your hand and hugging you any time he can.

He absolutely loves cuddling, may it be on the sofa, on his bed, or anywhere you two can be alone, he sees it as closeness, even more than other physical contact. Also, if you had a tiring day, he will be more than glad to be the big spoon while cuddling so he can caress you and relax with him.

What made him fall in love with you was your kindness and the willingness to show yourself to him exactly as you are, he knows that's no easy task, so after seeing your frail side, he decided he just couldn't let you go.

NSFW-ish headcanons and disclaimer under the cut

He prefers physical touch more than anything else, so your moments together in bed are very special to him. The sensual caresses never fail to turn him on, and he loves giving you massages, knowing exactly where to touch you to get things into the right mood.

Loves to take his time with you in foreplay. Will undress you himself and let you relax in his touches, it's ok whether you want to let the lights on or off, he won't push you on that.

One of his weaknesses is if you kiss his neck, he won't be able to keep his hands to himself, touching you to let you know how much he likes the licks and small bites in that area.

He prefers starting by giving you gentle touches, finding by himself the spots that will make you moan, even using his tongue from your neck to your chest, licking all the way down between your legs.

[treble-maker1212]

Update. Fuck The Homecoming King is now 33 chapters💀

[viktoriaashleyyx]

Thank you for the tag @yaralulu !! Its nice to feel included ♥

Describe your writing process from idea to posting/publishing?

I get the best ideas while driving or showering and then struggle to remember them later.

Its a mess, it truly is, i have thrown away everything my hs teachers taught me. I have 35 WIPs that as soon as I think of a scene, ill spit it out and then move onto the next. I am writing CH 15 of my fic while CH11 remains bare and empty.

Are you a plotter or a pantser?

I have no idea what a pantser is tbh, I just started writing 2 mos ago. Still catching up with the lingo and all the different sites I need to learn.

I generally have an idea of a plot, and at the top of every CH or Word doc I will write a brief synopsis of what I want to happen, but for the most part i am possessed by the characters and I am just as shocked as yall are about what came out of my fingertips.

What do you listen to when you are writing?

Studio Ghibli Study music. I draw a lot of inspiration from BVB, MIW, Heather Dale and Misbehavin Maidens, but while I am actually writing I cannot listen to lyrics because my ADHD paired with my dyslexia will have me out here just writing the lyrics down.

There might be a Tarquin Bonus Chapter coming that is based off The Maiden and the selkie by Heather dale but shhh!.

What’s your drink of choice(while writing)?

It depends on Time of Day but I am the stereotypical 3 drinks at once person: 1 for hydration (water), 1 for caffeine (tea or coffee, I have a terrible addiction to both), and 1 for fun (hot cocoa, dr. pepper, or kool aid)

Promote yourself! What’s your favorite thing you’ve written?

I do really like my main fic A Court Reborn, it is a self indulgent fun story to write and a few people seem to love it, which I am floored by. I honestly did not think it was going to do well being my first multi chap fic and all. It often has me crying over my keyboard going "Lucien will be happy if it kills me." While it is a Pro Tamlin, Tam x OC, It also focuses on building and encouraging Lucien and Nestas healing to set them up for Elucien and Neris respectively.

But I also love the accessibility of my one shots/ drabbles, reader fics. Not everyone has the time to invest into reading a full fic so a quick chap to make you feel better before you continue scrolling is great.

Share a fic of yours that you think is underrated/deserves more love.

I did kinda hope for Lucien and Eris Make Up to do better than it did, but I am a new writer, not everything is going to stick and do phenomenal. I like it, and thats what matters ♥

Do you have any advice for new writers?

Comparison is the thief of joy, but also, it is understandable that you would like some feedback for your writing, I feel the same way!

I miss a lot on here, if you are one of my moots and you feel your fic did not get enough love, tag me! Send it to me! I will hype you up!! I follow you for a reason, and that reason is that I think you are great and anything you post, even if we have never had a conversation before, I want to read it!!

What is a writing style/technique that others do really well that you'd like to get better at?

Slowing down, fleshing out the scene. I get too excited when I write and rely heavily on Cannons depictions of the places themselves. I feel I am getting better at it though and reading back through my fic I can see in real time my writing improve and I think that is pretty cool.

Is there a character you were surprised you enjoyed writing as much as you did?

Lucien. I am enjoying babying him. "Yes you are a powerful Heir to Day Court, but you also deserve head scratches and forehead kisses." No my OC is not going to end up with Lucien romantically, my goal is to convey a loving older sister figure to him. Yes there will be a part where she clashes with Eris over him "hes not YOUR little brother"/ "he is now"

On the flip side, Tarquin is proving more difficult. In my head he is so calm, cool and collected, but I myself am chaotic. I am trying so hard to do his character the justice he deserves.

I am tagging: @farintonorth @1800naveen @matrixsss @positivelyruined @merwgue @bxriles @sad-scarred-sassy

And anyone else!!

[motley-cunt]

MOTLEY’S THEORY CONGLOMERATE

Disclaimers: Take all of this with a pile of salt, I am an insane person. Sweeney Todd is required reading. Long ass post.

The Rose Theory

The cover to bleeders looks like it’s shaped like the head of a red rose. Yes it a blood splatter, but it definitely looks weird right?

Red roses are commonly known as symbols of love and passion, while you could argue Sweeney Todd is a fucked up love story, I think the “passion” in the rose is more referring to a parallel between both Andy and Sweeney’s craft. Andy’s passion for music is basically a given, but what’s important here is how complete dedication to a craft could drive someone mad.

Andy’s matching his experience with music to Sweeney’s character ark in the play. So, passion for killing, passion for music, and that passion manifesting in a tool you can use to enact revenge is clear. Especially with the constant mention of the aspect in the Minidoc

Now the other rose I wanna mention is (what i believe to be) the black roses in the “”Sweeney Biersack”” photoshoot

Take this with a grain of salt but looking at what black roses symbolize,

That’s pretty fuckin Sweeney Todd isn’t it? Yeah? It’s basically fitting pieces into a puzzle at this point. It could be just to represent the gothic vibe of it all. But y’know, everything means something.

Judge Turpin, Villainy, and Sumerian Records

One of the blatant themes in Sweeney Todd is people in power taking advantage of the vulnerable. If you’ve seen the movie, the play, or just kind of skimmed through the plot summary you catch onto this. I think this aspect means more to Bleeders than I initially realized

I don’t think I’m alone in thinking that Sumerian Records treated BVB like shit, especially Andy like shit. I’m pretty sure someone’s out there consolidated all of the shit they’ve done to them better than I could, but I know I’m not an idiot for saying that a power struggle was probably apart of that. When BVB signed to Sumerian they were damn vulnerable. We all know the band was almost torn to shreds and buried into an early grave. A record label is a record label when you’re at that point.

Labels want money, they’re a company. But bad labels are greedy. Especially to passionate artists with extremely dedicated fanbases. Sumerian didn’t want to put in the work to support BVB as a label but liked the money they accumulated. It’s unfair, right? That’s the point. They suck. People in power taking advantage of the weak, those below feeding those up above.

Black veil brides has been fucked over a ton. Wouldn’t being fucked over so much make someone just a little bit angry? Make them wanna go apeshit? You can only be nice for so long, right? You beat someone to a pulp for long enough they’re gonna hit back. Hard. I think this is definitely a project about hitting back, not punching down, but hitting the fuck back. While I marked Sumerian as the “Turpin” in all of this, I theorize it’s the big “fuck you” that the band deserves to put into song. They are finally the villain in all this, but it’s important that they’re the villain with a purpose. Just like Sweeney is.

Directed Anger

Now that’s not to say black veil brides has just made sunshine and rainbows music before, there’s a lot of things that Andy is directly angry at. But some of the songs off of The mourning EP (Devil and Better Angels) seemed like it was the first mark in a clear minded and artistic recounting of a person that’s hurt him and the band. This isn’t God Bless you, where a drunk 18 year old is throwing paper balls at the Catholic Church (even though I still love that song), this is a man frustrated with being fucked over so much and he knows exactly who did it and what he’s gonna do about it. All of this frustration has a target, all of it has a reason. It’s not being *hindered* by anything. It’s a clear shot. Bleeders is just as much about Sweeney Todd as it is about the balloon of anger that’s been building up in this band.

Conclusion? Andy’s an artsy little bastard.

[foreverisntenough]

I need trent to have a moment like jude at BVB when he's doing yoga and the woman randomly squeezes his foot. That video pops into my head every now and then.

Oooo interesting like as a random one shot?

[thommi-tomate]

Thomas about the last match of the season and the celebration

Crazy end to a turbulent season

Köln, with its team, fans and stadium, is not an easy place to play. The team is known for aggressive football with strong pressing. The pitch is dry and dull, the weather hot. A challenging setup, in other words.

The game resembles a mirror image of our mixed second half. A classy goal by Kingsley gives us the early lead, my own good chance goes against the post. Leroy's goal is correctly disallowed.

So it goes into halftime with 1-0. Everything supposedly on track, but nevertheless still pointed to the button.

At halftime, we change our plans a bit and consciously concentrate more on the defensive due to the overall constellation.

The late penalty for Cologne, followed by a goal against, throws these plans completely out of kilter. Roll backwards, back on the offensive. We need at least one goal.

Immediately after my substitution, I get a cell phone from one of our physiotherapists to be close to what's happening in Dortmund.

Ever since Mainz took a 2-0 lead into the break at BVB, my thoughts have been: if Mainz stays in front until the 80th minute, it could work. Crazy.

But first, our own homework must be done.

Then redemption on our side.

Jamal makes an action as if from a cast. I have a perfect angle on the trajectory of the ball and can see right at the shot that it will go into the right pocket.

A world-class goal for the championship?!

The emotions that are released in us players and all FCB fans as a result are then insane. This course really has the maximum impact on the glands.

After the game, we stand together in a circle around the cell phone. I give the score every 5 seconds.

Our mood: whistle, shit 2:2 ... just whistle the thing off.

Suddenly, the cheers come from our fans. The first guys from us give in to the jubilation. In the ticker on the cell phone, however, there is still nothing about a final whistle.

But then I think to myself, it's okay, they'll be right. Now we're going to celebrate, and we're going to do it properly!

The atmosphere on the pitch and in the entire station was outstanding. Not only our fans were relaxed, but also the Cologne fans celebrated. Not so much us, but their long-time captain Jonas Hector and their goalkeeper Timo Horn, who were both bid farewell. I've known Jonas for a long time. Every Cologne fan was wearing a Hector jersey. Great farewell, congratulations also from my side.

We were on the pitch for a long time, then at some point we went into the dressing room. Our president Herbert Hainer wanted to say something. Of course, also about the announcement of the personnel decisions around Oliver Kahn and Hasan Salihamidžić, which had already leaked out in the press during the game. I'll come to that in a moment, but back to the celebration.

There were loud celebrations in the booth. Music, beer and pizza were not to be missed, Choupo was DJ.

A nice aspect that perhaps not everyone noticed: Our whole team behind the team and all players had traveled to Cologne, even if they had no job to do on site. We were all in each other's arms.

And so we celebrated the craziness together and were happy to witness it. We are all children of the Bundesliga and of football. And this final was just insane. I love football for that.

Later we took the plane back to Munich. We then continued to celebrate in a party location in the immediate vicinity.

Source : Die Müller Mail

[the-nation-of-today]

All the sinners are sent to rest

[corriganatheart]

His Maddest Desire Final (He LOVES her, but she HATES him) Jude Bellingham x reader

Synopsis: She was the opposite of what he needed; the shadow that no one noticed but him. Since the beginning, Jude had always liked Y/N, and his feelings grew every time he saw her. His reputation as a womanizer only makes her question his intention and pushes him away, but that never stops him from chasing after what he wants.

Pairings: Jude Bellingham x reader

Genre: Forbidden romance x Enemies to Lovers x One-sided love x Dark Romance

Warnings: Cursing, mention of sexual content

6 years ago…

“How old is she?” The doctor asked as he looks at the fragile girl on the bed.

“She’s 12,” Christian L/N says while holding his wife.

The doctor nods and continues to check her vitals. He then opens the unconscious girl’s eyes and checks her pupil. “How long has this been going on?” The doctor questions. Christian looks at the girl on the bed and sighs, “Since she was six.” The doctor glances at the parents suspiciously before examining the little girl again. “I will prescribe her medication to help with her condition. You have to make sure she takes it every day and consistently, or else it’ll get worse.”

Christian L/N and his wife Elena nod and thank the doctor for coming. The doctor then signals for Christian to walk with him outside. Christian lets go of his wife and kisses her forehead before he guides the doctor out.

Present Day

“When was the last time you saw her?” Christian asked his guards. The two males looked at one another before one cleared his throat and spoke carefully, “After her dance with you, she went outside, but we didn’t follow because we thought she needed some air.” Christian watches the security footage of you walking out of the mansion and then disappearing outside. He had his men search the perimeter everywhere, but there was still no sign of you.

“Was there anyone that walked after her?” Christian asked. The guards glanced at one another again and shook their heads. “No, we checked the footage everywhere, and no one walked in the direction she was going.” Christian sighs and stares at the camera footage; still no sign of you. His daughter had been missing for five hours now, and no one was giving him answers. His wife has been calling everyone they knew, and every important people that could help them, but not one person can locate you. “What is Rowan doing?” Christian asked, knowing of his son’s temper. “He’s out looking with his friends," one of the guards said.

Christian checks his phone and dials your number again, but your phone goes straight to voicemail. He aggressively throws his phone across the room, causing the two guards to back up. "BRING ME, EVERYONE, SHE HAD AN INTERACTION WITH!" He demanded.

5 years ago

"Where is Rowan?" you asked Shani as she combed your freshly wet hair. She grabs some hair oil from her daughter Virginia and starts applying it. "He has a friend over," Shani says, "they are playing football in the garden."

You smile, "can we go see them?"

Shani looks at her daughter who was admiring you beside her mother, "Sure."

You hold onto your long summer dress as you walk to Rowan’s football ground. Shani holds an umbrella so you won’t get sunburned, and her daughter carries the picnic basket for Rowan and his friends. “Do you think they’ll let me join?” You asked Shani. She gives you an apologetic look. "I don't think so, dear," she says kindly. You frown and continue to make your way toward Rowan and his friends. As their profile appears, you stare at how your brother kicks the ball into the goal. It was perfect in every way until you saw his friend makes a goal of his own. It was more than perfect, and the way he celebrated by running around the field and taking off his shirt while swinging it like there were thousands of people watching him made you feel happy. He genuinely loved the sport, which was his main source of happiness.

"Who...who is that?" you asked Shani. She glances over your brother and his friend and smiles, "That's Jude Bellingham."

Present Day

"Who was she with all day?" Anastasia asked as she walked back and forth between her room. "She danced with Marcus for a bit and then with Dad," Rowan says. He frustratedly dialed Marcus' phone number, but there was no answer. "I can't fucking reach Jobe either," Anastasia says quietly. Rowan glares at his older sister and then grabs ahold of her wrist. "If we don't find Y/N, who knows what will happen to her. I need you to get all your friends on it too." Anastasia nodded and immediately reached for her phone.

Christian L/N walks into the bedroom to see his wife looking through their family’s photo album. His heart shift in pain as he watches her wipe her tears and continues to flip through photos.

The first time he met his wife was through a charity event. He thought she was the most beautiful woman he has ever laid eyes on. It was love at first sight and he knew he had to have her. Unfortunately she was already engaged to a much older man. It was obvious to everyone that she wasn’t happy and was forced to be with the tyrant man. So for a while, he just watched and observed her. Never did he thought that she would approach him and ask him to take her virginity in exchange for money. She wanted to run away, but she had nothing. So in the end, Christian took her and has been protecting her ever since.

Their marriage wasn’t perfect. He has been a cold husband due to work and stress but never once has he forgotten his wife. He loves his family, and safety was important to him so he has doubled his work to make sure they have the best life possible.

“Have you heard anything?” Elena glanced at her husband and asked. Christian shakes his head and lays down on the bed. His head rested on his wife’s thigh as he anxiously thought of the idea of you getting kidnapped. “I think I scared her off,” he mumbled. Elena closes the photo album and runs her hand through her husband's hair. "I told you it was bad to approach her like that. She is barely recovering from Jude's engagement with Anastasia." Christian sighs and remembers the look on your face when it was announced that Jude and Anastasia would marry. You hated the idea more than anyone else. “She was always destined to marry Prince Nikolai,” Christian says, “one day she’ll understand why.”

Elena nods and kisses her husband’s forehead. “Sometimes I wonder how she’ll turn out if she had a normal childhood,” Elena says causing Christian to frown. He really didn’t want to be reminded of the past and how much he failed as a father. “I can only imagine how difficult it must’ve been for her. To this day, she still hasn’t forgiven us and rarely acknowledges us as her parents.” Elena closes her eyes and remember the toddler that she held in her hand. You were the most beautiful baby she has ever laid eyes on, and although you weren’t her biological daughter, she has loved you since the beginning. “My dear, wherever you are, I hope you’re safe.

4 years ago

“He is quite charming, isn’t he?” Anastasia says while making her flower crown. You glance over at Jude, who is chatting with the other boys. It has been a year since you met him, and you have come to like him day by day. “I supposed he is better than the other boys,” you mumbled.

Anastasia smiles and pat your thighs, “his mother is best friend with ours. I heard them joke about being in laws.” Your heart stopped and you look at Anastasia who had a cheeky smile on her face. “I suppose my little sister might marry before me.” You shake your head rapidly, “that cannot happen. I am not blood.”

Anastasia pauses midway to stare at you, “don’t say that Y/N. Mom and dad would not be happy.” You glare at her, “then why must they treat me differently? I am to take that disgusting pill everyday and be under surveillance every seconds!”

At your tone, Anastasia slams her flower crown on the table. “You mustn’t question our family’s treatment. They are doing this for your sake!” You rolled your eyes and got up from your seat. “You wouldn’t understand sister. You are their heir and will be treated lavishly while I am nothing but an pity orphan.”

Anastasia calls after you as you stomp out of the garden. You feel pairs of judgmental eyes, but you could care less. What you said was true. You overheard your dad speak up about the future arrangement between Jude and Anastasia and possibly between you and another person.

Present Day

Anastasia silently stares between her brother and Trent. They were conversing about where you ran off and if someone took you. Trent didn't look pleased when your brother constantly blamed others for your missing. He was aware of your situation and the stuff you went through when you were a child, and it didn't help that your family bluntly kept it a secret from you and everyone else.

"This wouldn't have happened if you just told her!" Trent yells while aggressively typing on the computer.

"Tell her what, Arnold! That she was kidnapped as a kid and ended up having schizophrenia!" Rowan shouts.

Anastasia sighs and gets out her phone. She scrolls down to the person that she hasn't contacted for years. "Should I try Jobe?" Anastasia mumbles. Both Rowan and Trent look over at her as she dials his number, hands trembling. "It's pretty fucking obvious that she imagined something in her head and followed whatever the scenario was. When she was only six, she got kidnapped, which traumatized her. Ever since the accident, she hasn't been the same and would make up scenarios in her head like our parents were not her biological parents. She even once accused our mother of trying to kill her, and Anastasia was trying to drown her," Rowan says.

Trent's jaws clenched as he aggressively looked through security footage. You were like a sibling to him and his dear friend. He would hate it if something were to happen to you. "She should've been sent to a hospital long ago to get help!" Trent screamed. "The goddamn medicine didn't help, and who knows if she has been taking them!"

"She stopped taking them her teenage year when she entered middle school," Anastasia sighs. "I wanted to help her. I didn't want her to think she was different from us, so I never said anything when she didn't take her meds. But it only made things worse because she would say that I was bullying her, and in her mind, I was a villain, and everyone was against her. And Jude, Oh god," Anastasia sobs.

Rowan looks up at the ceiling and fists his knuckle. "We will find her, and she'll be ok."

Present Day

"Where are we?" You asked while scanning the cabin in the middle of the wood.

Jude smiles and walks over to the fireplace, "It's my secret hidden home," he says.

You smile and look around the small, cozy cabin. "Seems out of place for you."

He smiles and continues to set the living room up for you. "We found it together silly," Jude says.

You look at him with a confused face. Jude continues to put more wood in the fireplace as he whistles. "What do you mean?" you asked while walking closer to him.

Jude pauses midway before slowly throwing the last wood in, and the fire reflects on his face. You stare at him as he gets up from the floor and faces you. His mouth twitches as he stares at you, "you don't remember?" He asked.

Your heart beats rapidly as he slowly moves toward you, eyes never leaving yours. "You killed me here Y/N."

3 years ago

"Happy Birthday, Rowan!" everyone shouted, and fireworks immediately filled the sky.

You look over at your brother, who was loving the attention that he was getting. "Everyone gets a new Rolex!"

The crowd goes wild, and all the girls start rushing over at your brother, causing you to get pushed back away from everyone. "This is lame," you mumbled.

You hear a low chuckle, causing you to turn around. Standing behind you was Jude Bellingham, in casual jeans and a t-shirt, yet he looked better than all the boys combined. "A middle schooler shouldn't be around high schoolers. It's a very bad idea," he chuckles. You frown and walk away from him before your brother spots you. "Aye!" you hear Jude calls after you.

Your heart races as you feel him following you. The boy you have always been interested in is finally giving you the time of his day, yet you are running away. How pathetic. "Y/N, wait! You'll get lost; it's very dangerous out here!" Jude calls after you. "Leave me alone, Bellingham! Stop treating me like everyone else!"

You start picking up your pace, entering the wood, away from everyone.

Since that kidnap incident involving your father's enemy, everyone has been monitoring you like crazy. Everywhere you go, four of your father's bodyguards must follow you, and today was only an exception because it was your brother's birthday, and he requested that all guards stay a distance from the high schoolers.

"Y/N, please," Jude says, and you finally feel his hands around your wrist.

You turn around and realize that you guys are now far from the party, but you can still hear the laughter of teenagers from afar. "It was not the best idea for Rowan to have a party in the middle of the woods," Jude mumbles, looking around the dark forest. "Relax, this is a private party owned by my dad," you said.

Jude smiles and intertwines his fingers with yours, "Come, I heard from Rowan that he has a secret cabin that he brings girls to."

You turn to where the party is and then glance at Jude warily. He smiles down at you and caresses your face. "I'll protect you," he says. And with no hesitation, you follow him deep into the woods.

Present Day

"Jude," you whisper as you back away, heart beating uncontrollably and mind more confused than ever. "Remember you stabbed me after I said Anastasia will be my wife?" You continue to back away while shaking your head, trying to remember everything that happened that night. "I am nothing but a fragment of your imagination. This whole time, you have imagined me. You have been creating situations in your head that have never happened because you feel guilty for what you did to me. Accept it, love; you have a mental illness and need help. Unlike me, you can get help."

Your back hits the cold wall, and you whimper; Jude smirks and glances at something on the floor. He then walks over to it and picks something up. Your heart immediately pauses at what he has in hand. A rusty knife that looks like it has an old blood stain on it. "Ha, there it is," Jude chuckles and holds up the knife.

At the sight of the knife, you immediately remembered what happened that night. You confess to Jude, and Jude sadly says that he will have to be with Anastasia in the future. And as if your body negatively reacted to that, your mind went blank, and from then on, you don't remember what happened. The next thing you know, your parents drag you out of the house with blood all over you.

"Just like what you did to me, it's time you join me, love," Jude says while walking towards you.

As your body shakes against the wall, Jude smiles and kindly hands the knife to you. "I'm waiting," he says.

You look down at the rusty old knife and think of what happened and how the boy you have been madly in love with was killed by your own hand. This past year was nothing but a fragment of your imagination that has only gotten worse and more real because of your refusal to get help and take medication. After losing Jude, you became a mess and refused to get help from anyone. Only then did your parents decide to let you live out your teenage years before they would send you away. But they never knew that your condition had only gotten worse, and even though they kept you in the house and under surveillance, in your mind, they were nothing but villains. It has never occurred to you that your mind was playing games with you and that Jude never said those sweet words to you. You never found out if Jude was ever interested in you or had feelings for you. But the only thing you found out was he was destined to be with your sister, which truly hurt you. In the end, you end up hurting the one person who kept you sane, and in his hand, you will also die.

"Jude, I-I'm sorry," you softly said as you reached for the knife. "I will join you so you don't have to wait anymore. I love you so much; you are my maddest desire," you smile softly as you hold the knife to your throat. You close your eyes and think of the first time you ever looked at him and how his voice sounded when he laughed at your brother's bad joke. He was perfect, the perfection that you have always desired. With no guilt in your heart, you smile and move your hand closer to your neck.

"Y/N!!!!!!!"

Two Years Later - Epilogue

Sometimes, we want things we can't have, and sometimes we ignore things that want us. It is human nature to desire perfection, even though perfection might be out of our vocabulary. People that were born rich don't want to be rich. People born a star want to be normal, and people born a peasant want to be a star. The universe is twisted, causing many people to fall into mental illness, whether it is depression, anxiety, ADHD, or schizophrenia. We can never have things we truly desire, and that causes many of us to go mad.

"Anastasia!" someone shouts, causing her to look up from her phone. Anastasia slightly moves her foot to block the elevator door from closing. She smiles at the boy who joins her in the elevator. "How are you, Jobe?'

Jobe smiles and clicks the 5th-floor button. "Great!"

She nodded, and they quietly rode the elevator to the fifth floor.

Anastasia softly smiled as she watched Jobe happily walk to their designated room. It has been a while since she has seen Jobe all smiling, but after the good news last month, he has become himself again.

"Ready?" Jobe asked before opening the door. Anastasia nodded, and they both walked into the warm, cozy room filled with flowers and sunlight.

"Good morning, Jude," she says.

Jude, who has awoken from a coma a month ago, lays down the book in his hand and smiles at them. "Good morning."

10 hours later

"Are you sure about this?" Rowan asked his older sister as she entered the house. Anastasia nodded at her brother and looked at the numerous security; from surveillance to doorbell cameras, security was uptight. Pleased with that, she counts the guards and staff in the house, at least fifty, maybe even more. "You missed Dad; he left an hour ago," Rowan says as he follows his sister upstairs. "Mom's mastectomy is coming up; I'm sure he wants to be there for her," Anastasia mumbled. Rowan looks down at his feet as he goes upstairs, "Trent is in another country for his match. Will he be back for your birthday?" Rowan asks his sister while glancing at the silver ring on her ring finger. Anastasia softly smiles and places her hand on her stomach, "He will. I have a surprise for him."

Standing in front of the door, Anastasia and her brother sigh. They both prepare their heart and smiles at one another. Rowan holds ahold of his sister's hand and nods. He opens the door, and they enter the warm, sunlight-filled room. Anastasia looked around the room, and many books were lying on the floor as maids picked them back up and put them where they belonged. The bed was also messy, and the vases were lying on the floor. In one corner, two nurses were talking to one another as they held up the bottle of pills.

Rowan and Anastasia look over at the figure standing in front of the window, staring out blankly and barely moving. "What is her update today?" Anastasia asked, and immediately the nurses made their way toward the siblings. "She woke up claiming that Jude was going to take her out on a fancy date, and since we wouldn't let her leave, she started fighting."

Anastasia nodded, "Has she taken her pills?"

The nurses look at one another and then glance at Rowan, who isn't looking anywhere but at his younger sister. They then looked at Anastasia, who was intensely staring at them, "Yes, she has."

Anastasia nods and turns around, "Make sure she continues to take her medications," she says and smirks as she walks away from her younger sister, whom she has always been jealous of.

The End

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Okay... so the competition is... a drawing?

Masterlist

Word Count: 1,627

Pairing: Andy Biersack X Reader

Content Warnings: fluff, potential anime spoilers (I don't think there are any but there might be mild ones)

Summary: After their successful Batman date, Y/N now has to uphold her end of the deal and introduce Andy to anime.

Thank you @angrycoffeebean for the idea <3

Andy’s First Anime

“Okay.” I began. “I wasn’t sure where to start, but this one is short and easy to get into. I think you’ll like it.”

I sat back on the sofa and snuggled into Andy’s side after I put the bowl of popcorn onto the coffee table in front of us.

“Sounds good babe.” He said softly, kissing the top of my head

I had put a lot of thought into what to show Andy first. It needed to be something good, that wasn’t too long, that would make him want to watch anime more regularly and wouldn’t scare him off. I couldn’t find one that fit these factors and was also similar to Batman. I really wanted to show him Attack on Titan, because it’s my favourite, Demon Slayer was a brilliant option, Castelvania too, but all were too long and convoluted for his first anime.

Earlier in the day, I was finding something to watch while I straightened my hair on Netflix, when I stumbled across an anime that I hadn’t seen in forever, Cyberpunk: Edgerunners. I loved it when I saw it for the first time. It was short, ten episodes to be specific, Andy loved sci-fi so it fit that, the crime and action elements were right up his alley. It was the perfect choice.

“Do I need to know anything before we start?” He asked.

“Nope. Now shush we need to watch now.” I replied.

I pressed play on the episode as Andy snuggled closer to me. The opening scene illuminated the room with a bright glow, making me feel cosy.

We were quicky emersed into the life of David Martinez as silence engulfed us. Andy never spoke, and neither did I. We had watched about four episodes before we both started to get hungry.

“Pizza sound good?” Andy asked, pulling out his phone once I had paused the TV.

“Yeah, sounds great actually.” I replied, stretching my arms over my head.

Andy walked into the kitchen and I followed after him. We stood there in a comfortable silence as he ordered us our pizzas.

“So…” I began.

“So…” Andy mocked, causing me to playfully smack his shoulder and laugh at him. He smiled lovingly at me.

“What are your thoughts so far?” I asked tentatively.

“Honestly?” He replied.

“Yeah.” I said in a small voice. He hated it. Oh god. He hated it.

“I really enjoyed it. Honestly, I just want to get back to watching it.” He laughed. I smacked his shoulder again. Slightly harder this time however.

“Really?” I asked.

“Yes, really. You picked a good one.” He replied. I smiled widely at him. “Now can we please go back and keep watching? I kinda want to see if we can finish it tonight.” I laughed at him as we walked back to the sofa.

We got another episode in before the pizzas arrived. I suggested pausing it while we ate, but Andy insisted on continuing to watch it.

The clock on the wall read 1:46am as the final episode drew to a close. I sat snuggled into Andy’s side as tears streamed down my face as ‘I Really Want To Stay At Your house’ played from the TV. I could feel Andy’s breathing quicken, so I tilted my head to look at him. I could see a single tear fall down his face in the dim glow of the TV.

“Are you okay?” I whispered.

“Yeah, no, I’m fine.” He croaked, wiping his face quickly.

“So…” I began.

“So….” He mocked, once again, with a slight smile on his face.

“What are your final thoughts?” I asked quietly.

“Honestly, I loved it. But why the fuck did it have to end like that?” He exclaimed. I laughed at his response.

“Yeah, that’s one of the reasons I loved it the first time I saw it. Nothing prepares you for it.” I replied.

“So what’s next?” He asked.

“Well… what do you think? After all, you’re the one who hasn’t seen anime before.” I said with a shrug.

“I think something different. Something longer. Maybe something more fantasy-based? With magic and stuff?” He said with a yawn.

“How about we go to bed then see?” I suggested with a laugh.

“I like that plan.” He yawned again.

I took his hand and led him up to my bedroom, where we promptly passed out as our heads hit the soft pillows.

Andy starts to discover his competition

After a lot of consideration, I decided that I was going to show Andy Demon Slayer. Sure, it was on the longer side for his second ever anime, but he asked for longer, and  I didn’t have the heart to show him Attack on Titan just yet.

My plan was to show him the first ten episodes, and we would just do ten at a time if he enjoyed it. And yet, somehow, we had made it to the Hashira Training Arc in a mere two weeks, which was less than I took when I first watched it myself.

Brilliantly, he did enjoy it. In fact, Andy loved it. What I didn’t love, however, was Andy’s newfound desire to have a sword. Did he need a sword? No. Was he coordinated enough to use it? Definitely no. But he claimed that he needed one.

“But babe.” He would begin

“No, Andy.” I would reply firmly

“But you don’t understand. I need one. Noah Sebastian has one that he uses on stage. ON STAGE! If he can have one, then why can’t I?” He pleaded.

“Well, I’m sure Noah and the rest of Bad Omens are more sensible with it Andy.” I explained.

“He is twenty eight. Twenty eight. I’m thirty three. I’m sure I am more responsible than he is.” Andy scoffed.

“Sure babe.” I sighed. “Let’s finish the episode then go to bed.”

“Fine. But I am getting  a sword.” He huffed, making me laugh.

“Whatever you say.” I laughed, pressing play on the TV once again.

The episodes went quickly as I was absorbed further into the show. Andy had noticed, without my knowing, that I had somewhat of a thing for Tengen Uzui, I mean… who wouldn’t? He didn’t say anything, but kept watching.

We had reached the part of the show where Sanemi begins to train the Demon Slayers when Andy spoke, after we had been sat in complete silence for what had seemed like forever.

“I thought you liked the other guy?” Andy asked.

“Huh?” I replied.

“That Tengen dude? I thought you liked him, not this other guy.” Andy gestured at Sanemi on the screen.

“Yeah, I do like him, how did you know that?” I asked, squinting my eyes at him suspiciously.

“You were smiling like an idiot at the screen for the entirety of the Entertainment District arc, and sighed when he had his hair down during his part of the Hashira training. You’re not as slick as you think you are babe.” Andy explained.

I was stunned. He was so perceptive.

“So why do you think I like Sanemi then?” I pushed. He was right, of course, but I didn’t want him to know that.

“You giggled when he punched a kid Y/N, you’re weird as hell.” Andy laughed.

“Says the man who wants to buy a literal sword so he can be more like a fictional fifteen year old.” I accused.

“Hey! A sword is practical.” Andy defended, waving his arms about like a maniac.

I doubled over in laughter.

“Also, you literally have a crush on drawings of men, whose the real weirdo Y/N?” He huffed.

“Hey! Leave them out of this!” I gasped in mock offence.

“Hang on, I was kidding. You’re telling me that you actually find these literal drawings attractive?” Andy looked genuinely surprised.

I said nothing.

“Okay… so the competition is… a drawing?” Andy asked, quirking an eyebrow.

“Maybe.” I mumbled.

Andy tried and failed to stifle a laugh.

“Hey!” I hit him playfully with a pillow.

“I’m kidding.” He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and pulled me into his side. “It’s cute.”

I giggled slightly at him as I snuggled into him once again, resuming the episode.

“I mean, they’ve got nothing on me. I’m great. And they aren’t even real.” Andy began, “I have all my limbs and all my eyes. So I’m literally winning here.” I laughed.

“All your eyes?” I questioned with a smirk.

“Yes. Including the ones in the back of my head.” He said.

“You’re so weird.” I laughed.

“Okay, miss ‘I love fictional men who are literal drawings’.” He crossed his arms over his chest.

“Wow. Very mature.” I laughed, trying to put on a fake angry face, but failing miserable. “Mr, ‘I want a sword’.”

“Don’t bring that back up. I am getting one. If Bad Omens can have swords, so can Black Veil Brides.” He defiantly said.

“Sure.” I laughed once again.

There was a beat of silence before we both burst out into laughter.

“If you’re going to be like this about these two.” I gestured at the TV screen, “Then I am never showing you Attack On Titan.” I laughed.

“Why? Do you like those drawings of men as well?” Andy said in a mock accusatory tone.

“Shut up.” I laughed before snuggling back into his side.

“Me shut up? You’re the one who has been encouraging me.” Andy retaliated.

I ignored him and pressed play again on the TV. I was so glad we had come to this arrangement. Batman was almost scratches off of my watchlist, and we were almost at the Robert Pattinson one. After all, I always had been Team Edward. Andy was definitely going to regret suggesting this plan.

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Falling In Reverse live at Aftershock, 10/13/2024

Finally the time has come for Aftershock Fest to be played. Falling In Reverse went there in Sacramento/CA on Oct 13rd morning, did their concert on the main stage right before the headlining Motley Crue and blew up not only the whole day, but the whole festival.

Via Shelby Haycock's IG stories

The setlist was the same as on Popular MonsTOUR and Ronnie wore a similar stage outfit as he did at Kia Forum and in Mexico. The show was mindblowing, a ton of footage appeared right after in was over, and I'm sure there will be still flowing in for another few days.

Via Christian's and Ronnie's IG account

There were cca. 50K people at the FIR concert. Mindblowing crowd. I picked a drone picture from about for y'all to see. The stage was huge, the pyro was incredibly highlighted. Some side stage videos you can find at my YT profile to see how immensely large it was.

Many pictures with Ronnie and FIR members in the backstage I had/will have to post separately bc they don't fit in the 10 per post. Here below there are the host's pro shots about Ronnie Radke.

Via Instagram

Some more YT shorts below, and even a lot more at my YT account. "Popular Monster" went with the amazing phone lighting on the crowd.

This shot is mindblowing. Fan made but better than the pros. Ronnie indulging in the show as he always does. It has to be during a headbanging phase because he dropped his cap.

Via Instagram

This video below and a few more on my YT channel were chosen with awareness from TikTok. We can experience the flames, the big screen with the video in the background and Ronnie's incredible vocals through the high quality sounding.

Ronnie's (and his dad's) Hell's Angels biker friends appeared at the festival. Though we know they live in/near Baltimore/MD, Ronnie met them now and they made some awesome pictures together (in a separate post). Here below two super shots of Ronnie and Tyler.

Via Instagram

There's one more event for Falling In Reverse before their European Tour starts in November: on Oct 15th they will play the postponed Phoenix, Arizona show, as part of the Popular MonsTOUR. The opening bands will be different this time, Tech N9ne stays and Bad Wolves comes is replacing BVB, DGD and Jeris Johnson. Later, aftre 2 weeks of rest Falling In Reverse will start their European journey on Nov 4th, in Lisboa, Portugal.

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Heyy!! I read your post about the BVB players and omg the Marco Reus one is perfection ✨

Would you consider writing for him? There’s a dire lack of Reus smut online and it always makes me so confused.

Dating Marco Reus -Headcanons- [Non-NSFW and NSFW]

A/N: yES This is the final push I needed to finally write for him <3 We need smut of our old men aka my guilty pleasure. Also, Marco is attractive as fuck idk what is happening here. I don't know why i'M SURE he would be the one who slaps your ass and calls you babygirl AND I'M HERE FOR IT

It was easy for Marco to remark on all the things he liked about you. He is the kind of boyfriend who shows photos of you to his friends or loved ones and tells them how beautiful you are.

He loves public displays of affection and is not afraid of letting everyone know how much he loves you, of course, he respects if you have boundaries set about being very open about your relationship with him.

You are the first person who will hear of him after a match, his frustrations, the things he thinks he could've done better, but also how much his teammates are improving, especially the younger ones. It shows how much he cares about everyone around him, no surprise that he is seen as the team leader.

It was an important step when Marco opened up enough to let you take care of him during his injuries, at the beginning he wouldn't let you help, insisting that he was going to be a burden or it would take too much of your time. It took a while to convince him that you weren't together only in the good times and that you would be more than happy to help him through his recovery.

Every once in a while you would receive a message from him with a Spotify song, one that made him think of you during the day. Of course, he wouldn't admit to anybody that he has song lyrics that remind him of his loved one.

One of the best parts of dating him was that he loved giving you compliments, telling you in bed how your body drives him crazy, and telling you how your cares are the reason he always has recovered. Of course, he would laugh and give you a kiss if you blush while he's expressing how much he loves you.

It wasn't unheard of that he mentioned you in one or two interviews, liking to share a bit of how happy you make him.

Before moving in with him, Marco's favorite part of the morning was when you sent him photos of your outfits, or a selfie while you were doing anything of your routine, secretly he never deleted those and kept them in his phone.

He knows your reactions to it so, when no one is looking he takes a picture of himself while he's changing in the stadium locker room and send it to you, he likes a little mischief every once in a while.

It was easy for him to distract himself by looking at you if you both were with friends or family, he is very outgoing but he'd rather be alone with you enjoying your company if he had to choose.

He tells you it's ok to call him every time you may need him when he has international plays or has to be away for a certain period of time, actually, he loves hearing from you when he cannot hug or be close to you.

NSFW Headcanons and disclaimer under the cut

Running your fingers through his tattoos was a pleasure on its own, the art on his skin highlighted by his trained body. He smiled and brought you into a kiss, starting softly, but as your tounges met each other, Marco's hands started to touch under your clothes.

You wanted to see his reactions first, also you loved pleasuring him as well. Parting from the kiss, you unbuttoned his pants while looking at him directly in the eyes, he knew what was coming and just the thought made him hard under your touch.

You took his whole length into your mouth, hearing a gasp coming from your boyfriend. In the beginning, you licked him slowly but it was inevitable to quicken the pace once his voice started to escape his mouth.

His fingers ran through your hair, slightly pulling it before pushing your face forwards, wanting to feel more of your mouth over him.

His breath was short and fast, and the grip on your hair intensified. He was close to coming from feeling you all over him.

''Alright, you've had your fun.'' He pushed you onto the bed, his frame over yours and a smile that promised to make you feel exactly how he wanted all night long.

His tattooed arms held your thighs while his mouth was between your legs. It's impossible to hold your voice when his tongue made you orgasm over and over again.

DISCLAIMER: This is just fiction and imagined scenarios written by a fan of the aforementioned player, in no way intended to harm anyone in any shape or form. I do this as a hobby, to practice my writing and English skills since it is not my first language (and because I love him, of course, I do) so thanks for reading! <3

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Ollie Watkins' Dramatic Goal Secures England's Spot in the Final

As tensions soared at the BVB Stadion, the unexpected hero of the night emerged from the bench. Ollie Watkins, with a brilliant strike, secured England's first final on foreign soil, highlighting Gareth Southgate’s masterful substitutions. In a thrilling match, England faced an early setback when Xavi Simons scored a stunning goal for the Netherlands. England’s response came through Harry Kane’s penalty, but they struggled to maintain momentum in the second half. When Southgate replaced Kane with Watkins, no one foresaw the game-changing impact. Ardfern, CC BY-SA 4.0 https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0, via Wikimedia Commons Watkins’ decisive moment arrived when he received a pass from Cole Palmer, turned away from Stefan de Vrij, and delivered a powerful shot into the net. This goal, coupled with a strong defense, sent England to the final. The game started under dramatic conditions, with a torrential downpour failing to dampen the spirits. The Dutch fans turned the famous Yellow Wall into a sea of orange, setting the stage for an intense match. England's structural issues were apparent early on. Marc Guéhi’s headed clearance led to Declan Rice losing possession to Simons, who advanced and struck a powerful shot past Jordan Pickford. England, now behind for the third consecutive game, maintained composure with Kieran Trippier urging calmness. England, arranged in a 3-4-2-1 formation, showed promise with Jude Bellingham and Bukayo Saka leading the charge. Kane, looking rejuvenated, tested Dutch goalkeeper Bart Verbruggen. Saka’s persistent efforts led to a foul by Denzel Dumfries on Kane, resulting in a penalty. Kane confidently scored, leveling the match. As the game progressed, England pushed forward, with Trippier and Kyle Walker supporting the attack. Phil Foden nearly scored from long range, while Dumfries cleared another attempt off the line. The Netherlands’ defense wavered under pressure. Southgate’s tactical changes, including introducing Luke Shaw for better balance, initially seemed to lack urgency. The Dutch, compact in defense, made it difficult for England to find space. Pickford made crucial saves, keeping England in the game. England's energy waned as the match neared its conclusion. Southgate responded by bringing on Palmer and Watkins. The Netherlands continued to press, with Cody Gakpo posing a threat. Yet, England’s defense, led by Guéhi, stood firm. The breakthrough came as the match approached the 90th minute. Palmer’s precise pass found Watkins, who turned and scored, sealing England’s victory. The team now heads to Berlin to face Spain in the final, carrying a spirit of resilience and determination. This victory, marked by Watkins' heroics, adds to England’s series of defiant performances, including Bellingham’s spectacular goal against Slovakia and the penalty triumph over Switzerland. England's journey to the final is a testament to their depth and resilience. Read the full article