#i watch football sometimes ONLY if one of my many football crushes is playing

[urmcm]

i say i wanna masc husband but what am i post to do on sundays when he’s watching football……..

[natailiatulls07]

Childhood Sweethearts

Charles Leclerc x female!reader

Summary - After years of being separated, the two childhood lovers reunite once again

Warning - Herve Leclercs death, anxiety

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Growing up, the Leclerc’s and the L/n’s were close family friends. Pascale and Herve were Y/n’s godparents. Being the same age, the parents would often stick Charles and Y/n together claiming that they were future lovers and soulmates.

That’s how the two developed a crush on the other, an innocent and first crush.

It didn’t help that the two would unknowingly play into the scenario of young love, like this one time Charles had given her his lollipop because there wasn’t any left for Y/n. Or the time where Y/n offered to play football with him when Charles’ other friends couldn’t, despite the fact that she didn’t know how to play the sport.

Pascale and Y/n’s mum would always say “oh look at them, the cutest little couple ever”. Or Herve and her father would always convince Charles to buy Y/n a little gift with his pocket money which he happily obliged to.

However, in 2017, after Herves unfortunate and devastating death, the two families grew apart. They never wanted this to happen but sometimes in life these things do happen and we can’t control them.

They felt uncomfortable spending time together without the company of the late Leclerc. Losing contact was when Charles and Y/n had finally broken apart.

Yet their life long love for each other didn’t flutter away, they would still love the other the same but just miss them incredibly.

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“Yes mum, I’ll be okay don’t worry” I had only just gotten off the plan in Austria when my mum called me, she has always been very anxious when I travel alone.

“Ok honey, when you do see Charles tell him that he should bring his mum over sometime” That’s why I was here in Austria, I was planning on surprising him.

It all started when his little brother, Arthur, reached out to me through instagram dm’s.

Hey Y/n, long time no see. I was wondering if you could do me a favour

So when he explained how Charles had been feeling a little down about his performance this year on track and that Arthur thought it was best if I came to surprise him, I didn’t hesitate to agree.

It was along before race day Sunday came around. I had arranged to meet Arthur at the paddock entrance and he’d be my guide for the day. I had butterflies in my stomach, what if he had moved on from our silly childhood love? What if he didn’t want to see me again? I had many what if’s which didn’t help my anxiety. “Hey! Hey Y/n!” I heard the voice of the youngest Leclerc brother as he approached me, snapping me out of my head full of questions.

“Arthur Leclerc! Since when did you grow?!” I had always remembered how he would be smaller than me growing up and now he has grown well above my height.

“Long long time in the making, unless you’ve gotten shorter” He teased before pulling me into a hug. “No seriously we’ve missed you and your family…” Arthur’s voice now growing more somber.

“I know, we miss you guys too…but hopefully after today we’ll get some more time together…” I knew it wouldn’t be the same without Herve but we’d honour him and reminisce on the memories. Taking a deep breath as we pulled apart.

“Let’s do this! He’s going to be so happy!!” There was an evident smile of excitement on his face, which I only mirrored on my mine.

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The race had just finished, with Charles coming in at second. Both Y/n and Arthur had managed to keep her out of sight of Charles, leaving the surprise for the podium.

Standing just below the podium, she watched how Checo then Charles and finally Max took their places.

Y/n wasn’t sure he’d see her as she was amongst a sea of red, all the Ferrari engineers and employees. That was until Charles had looked down at the red sea, his eyes clicked on a familiar yet stranger of a face.

His hand flew over his mouth to show his shock, before jumping down from second place and running down to her. Many staff members tried to stop him, but his force was too strong.

Finally the man in the Ferrari racing suit had come face to face with her again. “What? How are you here?” Charles had many questions, beyond baffled.

“To surprise you, Charlie” Their cheeks were beginning to hurt because of how much they were smiling. Crashing her into his arms, they both felt at home and comfortable.

“Oh ma amour… I’ve missed you some much” Y/n was close to tears, she had never found anyone who loved her the way he did. She missed that love they had for each other.

“Missed you too Charlie” She managed to croak out through her tears. They were both too focused on each other to notice everyone around them.

Arthur was watching from just beside, happy that he could reunite the childhood sweethearts after so long. Fans were confused but cheering nonetheless as they could see the relief and comfort this brought to Charles.

You could see Max looking down from his spot on the podium to see the two reuniting. He had known of Y/n from their karting days where her family would join the Leclercs to support Charles on the sidelines.

Max would often remember how she was the first one to hug and congratulate Charles whatever the race result, he saw the love in their eyes.

-

It had been a few days after the race, and the two were once again inseparable. Travelling back to Monaco whilst the two families planned a small get together.

“So Y/n, how is everything? I’ve missed our girls days out with me, you and your mum” Pascale had pulled Y/n aside, she wanted to catch up with her goddaughter.

“All good but even better now! Yes we should definitely do a girls spa day soon” A bright smile was etched on Y/n’s face, showing Pascale that she was far from lying.

“Of course, tell me has there been any other men in your life over the years…” As much as Pascale hated the idea of Y/n with someone else and Charles with someone else, she needed to know.

“No…Charlie has always been the one with my heart…” There was a sigh of relief coming from the older women’s lips as Y/n revealed her love for him.

“Well you’ll be glad to know that I think you and Charles are on the same page there…” She could only smirk when Y/n started to blush.

“Thank you Pascale, you really are my fairy godmother” With that Pascale pulled her into a hug, a long and warming hug.

-

“So tell us Charles, who is the new lucky girl?” The interviewer asked. It had been just over few months since Charles and Y/n reunited and their love had become strong than ever.

“She’s nothing new, we’ve always loved each other like we do now but yeah she’s my soulmate, my other half” Anyone who could see him now could see the love in his eyes.

This wasn’t an ordinary love story, and you could tell. “I love her and she loves me, always have and always will”

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[razzzzberrysorbet]

So uhhhh this is my first post lemme know if you liked it or want more!

My Modern! Atwow Headcanons!!!!!

Includes: Neteyam, Lo’ak, Kiri,,Tsireya, Ao’nung +y/n ofc 💜

(I edited this btw so if you alr read this and it’s different that’s why 😉😉)

Neteyam:

Darker skin then lo’ak

He had dreads about shoulder length

Probably has his hair tied up alot

Baggy cargo pants + hoodie/baggy tee are his go to!!!!!

Can def see him thrifting

Not really a teachers pet but is very respectful and does his work! Is a fav amongst teachers

Is probably in a bunch of advanced classes

Can see him doing track in the spring and football in the fall

Puts his jersey in your locker so you can wear it when you go to his games!!!!!!

Can he him being pretty toned and lean rather than buff

Tall😉😉😉😉

Is such a sweetheart to everyone!!!!! He loves helping people, very nice person (mom taught him well)

Can see him working at a sneaker store + lifeguarding in the summer with Lo’ak

Skincare queen 🩷🩷🩷

He loves when you come over so you guys can do face masks and watches movies (bro needs to confess already)

Is popular at school but I feel like he would be oblivious to the fact almost the whole school knows him😭

If his class is close he will wait outside of the room so he can walk you to class!!!!(so nice)

Out of all his friends he probably talks to you the most

Is so smiley around you!!!

Is so oblivious to other people’s crushes on him it’s kind of annoying

Smells soooo😫😫😫😫😫😫

Lo’ak

Is a class clown for sure 😬😬😬😬

But he’s actually really funny!!

Is best friends with like all of his teachers

Def listens to rap or soul/funk

Sneakerheaddddd

WEARS NIKE TECH U CANT CHANGE MY MIND!!!!!!!!

Light skin

Keeps his dreads short

Can see him having sum blondes pieces tooooo

He is totally a “where my hug at” and “hey mamas” type😪

Screams “AYO WHERE MY HUG AT” from across the hall way sometimes Tsireya will run away from him😭😭

Basketball + Track 😛

Probably only keeps his grades up so he can keep playing sports….

Has many friends very popular!!!!!!

His snap score is like a million 🥲

Gaslights the teachers into thinking he doesn’t have his AirPods in

Is loud…..

Is a trash talker during 🏀 fosho and is extra with celebrating

Honestly has THE WORST diet but somehow is really fit?

Checks himself out and flex’s 24/7 💪 💪

Is actually pretty famous on tiktok????

Charlie Damelio who????😍😍😍

Kiri

Earth tones on her>>>>>>

Pretend to not to know lo’ak😭

Sleeps in all her classes yet is passing???

Room filled with crystals/incense

Has like 2 or 3 close friends

Wears waist beads !!!!

Wolf cutttt

Probably dyes her hair lot

Sassy queen

RBF for sure

Is such an artsy person can see her painting and sculpting

Has her 1,000 year old beat up converses 💀

Keeps trying to get you and neteyam together!!!!!

Not super popular or into popularity tbh

Her desks are always covered in random drawings

“🙄”go to face 😭😭😭😭

Tsireya

Is actually the sweetest girl ever!!!!

Such a girls girl

Def has a big sweet tooth and alot of candy

Gifting is her love language

Does very well in her classes!!!!! Can see her doing extra curriculars too!!!!!

I see her doing volleyball and dance w/you

You and her are besties for life!!!!!

You guys have been dancing together forever!! 🥹🥹🥹🥹

Does lo’aks makeup/ he pretends to not like it but is secretly loving it

She deff loves pastels and pink!

Omg her makeup and outfits are so cute!!!!

Loves matching with Lo’ak and you ofc

People pleaser to the max just wants people to like her🩷

Has 3 or 4 close friends but she’s honestly friends with everyone!!

You guys talk one time now she’s saying hi to you everyday 😭🥹🩷

Very girlie and feminine

Her room came straight from Pinterest

Polynesian baddieeeeee

Never ever excludes anyone makes people feel so loved

Cheers for lo’ak at his basketball games

Tries to convince you neteyam is crushing on you

Sleepovers with her 😚😚😚😚

Ao’nung

Um RBF much????

Since you and Tsireya are childhood besties that means you and Ao’nung have known each other for so long!!!

Whenever you are over in tsireyas room he will come in and flex in her mirror 😒

Basketball for sureeeee

Parents forced him into learning piano and hes actually so good???

Might not seem like it but such a caring brother

Oh no?? Tsireya forgot her lunch

Don’t worry! Ao’nung already brought it!

She needs money? He’s handing her his wallet while rolling his eyes “🙄🫴💳 “

He’s honestly so protective over you

Barely tries in class but is super smart

Probably wears muscle tanks to school-

Plays basketball with Lo’ak in thier driveway

Ok but his biceps….

Quiet but known 🩷

Is friends with neteyam but mostly for your sake

Sarcastic king

Lifeguarding + teaching swim lessons

Deffffff wears puka shell necklaces

He’s pretty tall and teases you for being short

Natural smirk 😫😫

Triangle method ummmm???????😧😧😧

Always offered to get you something whenever he goes out

“Hey im going to the gas station, want anything??”

Has all of ur baby pics😭😭😭😭

Plssss ur so embarrassed whenever he shows Neteyam

(Sorry if that was long lolll)

Y/n(you)

U and tsireya do/did dance together 🩷

Omgggg there are so many videos of you guys dancing

Straight A student cuz ur a baddie

Oblivious to neteyams fat crush on you?????

Jewelry Jewelry Jewelry

Ao’nung and Neteyam probably have ur bracelet on their wrists

Ur house is THE ultimate hang out spot

You and lo’ak do so many tiktok dances together 😭😭

You always cling onto neteyams arm when you guys walk together don’t let ao’nong see🫣

Unlimited amounts of clothes…….

Y/n ur literally so popular and you don’t know it!!!!

Helppppp you have guys falling to ur knees 🙇‍♂️🙇‍♂️🙇‍♂️

Lip syncing queen?????

Everyone loves you you’re so sweet and genuine🩷🩷

Ur photo album is full of pictures of all your friends

Wearing neteyams jersey to his games (y/n how have you not figured it out yet????)

I see you working with tsireya and Kiri at the mall

Dancing your whole life your so good!!!!!

AirPods in 24/7

Girl you got so many boys wrapped around your pinky how to you do it??????

Weekly hangouts with neteyammm

Omggg k ur baby pics are all over tsireya and ao’nungs house like?????

You and the girls filming Grwms😭😭

U love kids and babies (tuk)

Um imma need that workout/makeup/skincare routine pls 😁😁🤲🤲🤲🤲

(You can totally change dance to whatever sport/hobby you want I just put dance cuz I love it!)

[ada7201]

I like your writing about the Blue Lock player female reader! Can you do a Sae one? Sae saw the reader for the first time in the Blue Lock vs Japan u20 match. Before the match, he hears something about a girl being a football player in Blue Lock. This surprised him and made him curious about why would they let a girl in a male team. He didn't think much about it, as he is on his arrogant and egoistic self as usual. When he sees the reader, he falls in love with her. He had never seen such a cute and beautiful girl like her before. During the match, the reader crushes him badly. She takes the ball from him so many times, she outsmarts him very easily and sometimes he doesn't even notice that he doesn't have the ball anymore. From the moment he notices it, the reader will already make a goal. Her football skills impress him so much. He never thought that a girl like her would be good at football, even better than him. He wanted to talk to her. After the match, while Ego lets the players go outside to spend a day, Sae finds the reader. He told her to be his striker and come to Spain with him. Sae thinks that she is the only person who deserves his passes. He wanted her to be his striker and wanted to be her midfielder. But it's not just about football. Sae was using football as an excuse to spend time with her.

STOPP this one is such a good idea!! im so excited to write this one (˃̵ᴗ˂̵) also, i haven’t finished the blue lock manga and i don’t know how the u20 match finished - but since we’re the main character here, i’ll just make it end how i want :P also, i misread a bit of your request so i made it that we have a little crush on Sae. oops. sorry, hope that you still enjoy this 🥲

and im so glad you liked my writing! ♡

an angel? ★彡 Itoshi Sae x female reader

(im also open for more requests, so feel free to suggest some things!)

“Sae! have you heard about the girl at blue lock?” Oliver would ask the man in front of him. “apparently she’s a real looker! you think she’d go for a man like me?” he chuckles, grinning at the thought of you - you must be really talented.

“a girl?” Sendo would raise an eyebrow at Oliver’s bold words. “there’s no a way a girl would be on an all boy’s team! that’s impossible.” he adds.

“nah, i saw her!” Shidou would beam from behind the three males. “she was hot! like, a total babe! you get where im coming from?” he swooned, thinking back on the first time he met you - you were standing next to that strange kid… Isagi, or something? he wasn’t paying attention to him - his eyes were focused on you.

“yeah, sure.” Sae scoffed, rolling his eyes at his teammates behaviour. you’re just a girl, not much to talk about. although, it did intrigue him. how was a girl allowed in the team?

he shouldn’t dwell on it - he’ll learn more during the match. with a girl on the team or not, he’ll crush blue lock easily.

when the u20 team finally got onto the field, Sae’s sharp teal eyes immediately landed on you.

his eyes widened at the sight of you.

there you stood, in all your glory, simply stretching out a little with a gentle smile on your face - listening to your teammate Bachira ramble.

were you… glowing?

is that an angel?

“she’s cute, isn’t she?” Shidou snickered from behind Sae. “not as cute as you〜” he’d add with a wink.

Sae payed no mind to Shidou’s comment, he simply kept his eyes on you.

had he ever seen such a beautiful girl? everything you did was just - wow!

as the match started, Sae was basically hypnotised as he watched you play.

then, he’d finally shake his head and say things like “no more. get that - stupidly cute girl off of your mind and play!”

but you’d be right there. he had gotten the ball after ages - and was just about to pass it - before you ran straight past him, that cute smile on your face as you snatched the ball from him.

he didn’t even notice.

“she looked at me.” he’d think, eyes shimmering at the thought that you looked at him!

he’d snap out of it quickly as he realised there was no ball at his feet, quickly turning his body before his eyes once again, landed on your retreating figure.

goal! l/n y/n scored!

he couldn’t help but smile to himself.

“Sae! what are you doing?!” Oliver would shout from the other side of the field. oh, right - he was in a match. an actual match - against blue lock!

you giggled softly at the man’s silliness, he had completely zoned out!

he looked handsome even while staring into space, you thought.

you watched as Sae got back into position, admiring his features. you’d watched a few of his matches before, trying to educate yourself and find ways to win and improve - but you never expected for Sae to be so … hot.

of course, his games were very good to watch - you learnt his technique and how he plays, along with how to beat him - but now that you’re seeing him in person, you finally remember how handsome he is!

you squealed softly to yourself, hands placed on your warm cheeks as you giggled. he’s so cute!

“y/nnn! get back to the game!” Bachira would chuckle at your behaviour. he knew how you felt, he listened you whenever you’d talk about your mini crush on Sae.

it started off as a celebrity crush, but now that he’s really here - you think you actually like him!

“don’t tell me you’re crushing on my lukewarm brother?” Rin asked, raising an eyebrow at your behaviour. “we’re supposed to be learning how to beat them - not how to fall in love with them.” he’d sigh, closing your laptop.

right! you’re not here to giggle about.

you rushed straight towards Sae - who had the ball at the moment - and aimed to take the ball away from him, only for him to pass it towards Shidou.

you huffed, running towards Shidou instead. how annoying, you thought!

Sae thought he could die right there. the face you made was so cute! he watched the way you took a pass from one of your teammates, and scored, yet another, goal.

by the time the match was done, you had scored the most goals for your team - and had forgotten about Sae, along with your little crush. that didn’t even matter - you won!

you giggled with your team, hugging Rin tightly.

“we won!” you cheered, ignoring the way his cheeks grew red at the sudden embrace.

Sae watched with a frown.

he remembered each score you managed to get, each time you stole the ball from him, and each time you ran by him - he thought he was in love.

he had never seen a girl so good at soccer!

was she better than him? she had to be! how could she outsmart him like that? and so easily, too!

Sae watched as your team left, and he couldn’t shake the feeling off that he needed to talk to you.

so that’s what he did.

as soon as you got out of the locker room, he walked towards you - teal eyes narrowing.

“y/n!” he’d call out, speeding up slightly to catch up to you.

you turned around at the call of your name, your pretty e/c eyes widening at the appearance of Sae.

he was even prettier up close.

“y/n, right?” he says, looking down at you. he watched the way you hesitantly nod, tilting your head to the side curiously after.

“look, i have something to propose -“ he starts, followed by a sigh. “be my striker. come to Spain with me, you’re the only player that could ever deserve my passes. please?” he said, rather bluntly.

you just stared up at him, eyes wide - what?

“i mean - okay - but, what about blue lock?” you ask, nervous. what was he even saying? and why did you agree without knowing? what are you doing!

“i’ll take care of it.” he said simply.

“you’ll take care of it?” you ask, raising an eyebrow

“yes.” he responds quickly. “you’ll be my striker, and i’ll be your midfielder. you won’t have to worry about blue lock again.” he adds.

you just nod at his words, suddenly feeling butterflies. was it always this hot?

Sae looked down at you. his striker! he was so excited.

he tried his hardest to hold back the smile on his face, but couldn’t resist once he saw you giggle excitedly.

“yay!” you cheered, before giving the man a hug. “i’ll be your striker!”

are you an angel?

[nicolesainz]

My team and you (CS55)

Summary: you & carlos are watching a football game and he gets a tad jealous, as you crush over your favorite footballer :)

Warnings: fluff, maybe a bit of angst?!

Carlos Sainz x reader

Carlos has been in a full fanboy mode today. He won’t stop playing on repeat Real Madrid’s anthem, gush about how great it would have been to have the 2015 squad back and is only dressed with the teams merch.

“I knew I had my reasons to stay in Madrid for a few more weeks! If it wasn’t for me, you’d be in Mallorca, watching the game from your phone” I nudged my boyfriend, as he was captivated once more by his favorite team’s stadium.

“How did you know though? I wasn’t even aware of the game. Honestly, thank you for the tickets. It’s been so long since I’ve attended a match. With the races, I barely have time to watch them and keep up” Carlos gives me a soft kiss on the cheek and wraps his arm around my shoulders, laying his head.

“You’re very welcome, and I knew because Chelsea is the team against Real Madrid today. Can’t miss a chance of supporting the Londoners. One of the few times I’m a blue”

“Still don’t understand why you’re so into Premier League. La Liga can be so much more interesting. All the big players are there!” He hums as a give him a deathly stare

“You do remember that I work for your ex BRITISH team? Right? You do know I live in London? Right?”

“Fair enough, but still, not many English teams have won the champions league! Ream Madrid has won it 14 times” he brags while pointing to his white shirt with the team’s logo on it. It was a custom made shirt, which had his number and name written on the back.

“I sometimes think you love Real Madrid more than me!” I give him a cold shoulder and act as if I’ve been hurt

“Oh come on. You know I love you to death, don’t you cariño? There’s nothing more important than you in my life” I could have easily melted right there on the floor. His words always make me smile.

He grabs me by the waste and closes the gap between us with a soft kiss. His one hand is supporting my head, whilst mine are holding his waist. I simply loves those small moments between us.

When the kiss breaks after we hear the loud applause by the crowd, Carlos whispers in my ear,

“But if we lose tonight, guess who will be sleeping on the couch” he leaves me hanging with another small peck on the lips

“Game on”

The large screens on top of the stadium project the players starting for each team. I see the names of a few I was expecting, James, Chilwell, Havertz, Pulisic, Ziyech, Sterling, but disappointment hits me as I see that my favorite player’s name is followed by the mark “SUB”

“Ah fucking hell” I let out and remove my jacket, revealing my shirt of the night

“What? Chelsea seems to have a good team on board tonight. Everyone seems excited” Carlos looks at me worryingly

“No, I agree, the team is more than great. I was hoping to see my favorite player as a starter but he’s a sub for tonight”

Carlos’s eyes fall on the board, as the cameras projects one of Chelsea’s midfielders, Mason Mount. He realizes I’ve been staring at the screen for more than necessary.

“It’s him, isn’t he?” there’s a hint of anger in his voice

“Yeap” I drag the “P” and we both sit down on our seats

“I’m sorry he’s benched for the moment”

“Well, that’s okay. At least the team looks strong today so that’s what matters the most” I try and give him a kind smile, since he’s a bit more tense now, after seeing Mason on the big screen.

The game starts and everything seems to be going well for both teams. The feeling of the stadium is so vibrant and powerful that the cheers almost never stop.

During the 25th minute, Real Madrid scores, with Modrić being the lead scorer of the team. Every Real Madrid fan gets up from their seat and gets closer to the pitch, to congratulate their player. Carlos follows their steps, being very happy and glad about the lead they have.

Before the first half ended, Chilwell scores a goal, only to be injured afterwards because of Benzema kicking him before he could get closer to Real Madrid’s end.

“Hey what on earth was that!” I shout, following the lead of other Chelsea fans who starting chanting “Chily” as a sign of saying thank you for helping the team equalize.

“You’ve already gotten a yellow card. This was barely a foul” Carlos complained

“Are you serious right now? He literally kicked him, they showed it on the replay, but there’s no card or anything! Unfair man”

Carlos goes closer to the pitch, to see what is going on with the Chelsea player who is lying on the floor, almost crying from the pain.

“He’s out. They just said it” he tells me as he comes back to his seat

“What? It’s that serious? Oh my lord! And they still didn’t count this as a foul. Shame!”

When the half time break ends, the ref holds the big black board on his hands, showing that number 19 will be substituting for number 21

“Is that-?” Before Carlos could finish his sentence, he saw all the Chelsea fans, giving a around of applause to the player leaving and now joining the pitch, which was to his disappointment, Mason.

“Oh yes! Finally!!” I removed my jacket again, only for Carlos to see that on the back of the shit, the name “Mount” has been printed, followed by the number 19

“You even have a jersey of his?” His eyes widen just with the thought of me wearing a shirt with another’s man name on it.

“It’s only one! Plus, I’ve got like 8 of yours! And twice as many hats” I reply to him before I turn all my attention back to the game.

I was really excited to see my favorite player helping his team to go for another success. He has faith and so do the fans.

The score was still 1-1 and the time was now 87 minutes. The end was about to approach. Mason has had so many chances to score the perfect goal but always preferred to play it safe and pass it to one of his teammates who were closer to the net.

“Come on Mase! You can do it” I whisper under my breath so Carlos can’t hear me. I think that even after the match, he will force me to burn the shirt in front of his eyes.

Clock hits 90th minute and the crowd goes wild as Mason’s kick finds its way into the net. Perfect timing. As if it was pre planned by god.

“HOLY SHIT WE WON! FUCKING HELL!” I start jumping and immediately start filming the reaction of everyone after the final goal.

“Please don’t make me sleep on the couch babe. I’ll do whatever you want” Carlos pleaded me

“I’m not crazy to let you sleep on the couch and then be in pain because of bad sleeping position” I kiss him softly on the cheek and put on my jacket back. There’s something that Carlos hasn’t noticed yet!

“Are you ready Carlos? Should we get going?” I started looking around me to double check that none of our personal belongings have been left somewhere.

“Uh, no, not yet! Give me 10 minutes. That’s all I need” he was holding his phone very tightly and apparently texting someone, who I couldn’t really tell.

“For what? Are you alright?” I get closer to him caressing his back, while he immediately shuts his phone off.

“Something’s up. You’re not fooling me. Who were you texting?” I take his jaw on my hand and turn his face to look me in the eyes

“Be patient. I promise there’s nothing wrong going on” Carlos says before I hear a voice exclaiming his name.

“Hey, Carlos!” I stop looking at my boyfriend and all my attention has been once again grabbed by the man coming towards our direction

“That’s-that’s-M-Ma-Mason Mo-Mount! Wha-how?” My voice is trembling and so were my legs at the moment

“It’s nice to meet you Mason! Thank you for agreeing to this!” The two men give each other a firm handshake and pat each other on the back

“Of course! A little bird told me you were here tonight and that you never miss a match, even during work” Mason looks at me smiling and my happiness is more than apparent.

I get confused for a moment as to who knows all these details, then it hit me!

“I texted Lando and since he knows Mason personally, I asked him if we could meet up” Carlos explains

Carlos is probably the biggest sweetheart to have ever walked the planet earth. He always manages to surprise me no matter the case!

“It’s really nice to meet you Y/N. Thank you for all the support and for coming here tonight. We all truly appreciate it” the footballer welcomes me with a hug and I feel like I want to scream.

“I can’t believe I’m meeting you in real life! I’ve been a fan of yours since the debut and never imagined this would happen. I saw you at the Monaco GP and at Silverstone but wasn’t really allowed to come up and talk to you. Plus you’d think I’m crazy”

“Nah! You should have come around. Lando always mentions you whenever we talk about the races and how good of an race engineer you are”

“I think I owe Lando everything now after this!”

“Hey what about me? I was the one who arranged this!” Carlos feels betrayed but isn’t since he’s acting

I wrap my arms around his waist and give him the biggest hug ever. I’m so grateful for him.

“If you ever feel like coming to another game, even at Stamford Bridge, I’ll give the both of you box passes. I’d love to see you again”

“I don’t know what to say! Thank you so much Mason! Also congratulations for today! What an amazing goal” I bring out my inner fan girl

“She was literally about to drop on the floor when she saw you were a sub”

We all laugh and talk a bit more about football and the races. After that we exchange our goodbyes and me and Carlos leave the stadium.

“I think that, I’m the one who will do whatever you want” I tell Carlos, having my arm around his shoulders

“I just want you to be happy! That’s all I ask” he says lifting me up and leaving kisses all over my cheeks

“I don’t think I’ve ever loved a person more than you Carlos. Thank you for everything”

“Anything for you cariño”

[violivs]

NMTDaily - A Special Announcement

- Messina High has a new candidate for Student Leader, how auspicious! Still a riot that his campaign platform is his friend’s YouTube channel that hardly anyone at school watches though.

- Pedro and Bea’s friendship really is very sweet, I like their dynamic. Would be a shame if something… happened to it…

- “All Round Great Guy”. Never have four words been so laden with meaning that changes completely over the course of the story.

- Oh my god, Pedro was “a lonely kid” because he was living as an only child at the time. He met Bea before John came to stay. So the whole John thing was fairly recent. Finding out you have a secret sibling you never knew who you didn’t really get to grow up with is a trip. I wonder exactly how many years John has even lived with the Donaldsons at this point. Actually, it can only be four years maximum, because it was after Bea met Pedro. No wonder shit’s rough between the Donaldson boys. This is still very raw for them.

- “We’d been making real-life mermaid tails for ourselves… they exist, don’t crush my dreams.” The way this show sometimes feels like it was MADE for me though, mermaids are my favorite!!! I’m with you, Bea!

- I love this story. They met through a water and sand war! Why is fighting SO Beatrice’s love language?

- While we’re on backstory, do we ever learn why people started calling Peter ‘Pedro’? I don’t think we ever do.

- “You can’t beat me, you’re a girl, I play football.” Societal misogyny already being seeded in Pedro’s young mind like it still is in too many kids. A telling portent for his arc.

- They’re so cute! Love friends who make each other laugh.

- Bea independently bringing up Benedick again for no reason. Is this the first instance of “Dickface”, or have we gotten that nickname before? (Genuinely still headcanon that it eventually becomes a term of endearment.)

- “You were friends with him then.” “I tolerated him.” Ooh, the first hints of the lost friendship!

- “I don’t really have any big secrets or anything” *bisexual flag fades into view* That’s the edit my mind is visualizing anyway. Hugs and support for Pedro.

- “Obama had Yes We Can, I have An All Round Great Guy” - this took me OUT

- What do you MEAN this show is so old that Obama was President of the US when it was originally airing????? Time is meaningless!

- “Friends, high-schoolers, countrymen, lend me your ears!” That Julius Caesar reference, chef’s kiss! God, I forgot about that, and I love it a lot.

- Pedro’s politician voice is perfect, as is Bea laughing at him for it.

- Oh my god, I almost forgot to mention what a riot it is that Benedick has decided to spam the comment section with random comments and questions for her upcoming Q&A. He wants Beatrice’s attention so bad it’s a little pathetic.

- Oh honey. You do know you don’t have to share every thought that’s in your head? Some of these comments you did not have to share.

- “do you really think Pedro is an all round great guy? Because I’m pretty sure that’s me. I’m amazing. But like jokes, you know that.” Oh my god, he is SO jealous of Pedro, wow. I don’t know that he would have made all these comments if Pedro wasn’t in the video competing for Bea’s attention.

- “do you not feel like sometimes your life has actually been written out before you and you are forced to make decisions which are already determined?” Uh-oh, code red, major breach of the fourth wall! Also, it’s been this way since 1598 ;)

- Also the way that Ben definitely watches every single one of Bea’s videos up until Hero’s makeup vlog scares him off. He sees every mean thing she says about him and he’s STILL like an annoying puppy in these comments seeking her attention. He’s so drawn to her. It might not be super healthy right now, but it’s cute in a sad way.

- He also made another comment calling Leo hot. I think bi Ben is alive and well!

- Vote for Pedro!

💖🥭🦩

[linabirb]

👀👀👀 For the bingo, I'd like to hear your thoughts on Aki (csm just to be safe because its quite a common name haha), Makima, Isagi, Kaiser, Reo, and Mikoto.

.. OH BOY I HOPE YOU'RE READY TO HEAR SOME OF THE WORST TAKES EVER

.. i'm going to be honest. I GENUINELY FORGET AKI EXISTS SOMETIMES. like my brain just goes "uhhh remember denji and power's big bro" and im like "OH". if you remember my akutagawa bingo, i think you can see a pattern which can only be described as "i am so sorry but i just cannot make myself care about brooding dark-haired anime boys" 😭😭 (dan heng from hsr is one of the few exceptions) idk i really do think his story was sad but i'm also kinda like. i was too focused on other things when i read and watched csm JSKDSLASLSL. "what things" well.. let's talk about the next character on our list.

feel free to shoot me or stab me for this. but yes, THIS WOMAN IS ACTUALLY MY FAV CSM CHARACTER 😭 (along with kobeni and asa) i just love evil women! and i love well-written evil women! and i have so much to say about her. i genuinely love the way she was written and she's a very realistic character, but i am not a fan of how the csm fandom just. doesn't care about her character at all and cares only about her crimes and i'm not even talking about her basically destroying the whole world and killing SO MANY PEOPLE, i'm talking about her relationship with denji. which is, OF COURSE, bad and extremely toxic and unhealthy, especially considering that denji is a minor. however, i think seeing that as her only "personality trait" is so.. it just doesn't sit right with me. like i would be okay with people talking about everything she's done and analyzing it and going "yeah she's still a bad person even if she's well-written and deep" but i am NOT okay with people going "yeah she's a groomer and also she killed my faves :(" like. i don't know. if you don't want to interact with such "problematic" content just don't read it? though i'm gonna be honest i'm pretty sure most csm fans are very young and from what i heard, a lot of them haven't even read/watched any "dark" content before csm. me picking "they are innocent if u ignore their various crimes" is obv a joke, i definitely agree that makima is a terrible person, but also. i can't deny that she's pretty <3 and also the fact that she just needed a hug breaks my heart every time i think about it. i actually have a plushie of her too! one of the best purchases i've ever made, she stares at me with her big ol' yellow eyes and i do everything she says. thank you for motivating me to do my hw, queen.

but enough talking about my faves. honestly.. i don't really care about isagi? which actually makes me very sad bc i found him very relatable at first but then i kinda got bored? like i can't even describe his personality, i can only say "uhhh he's friendly with other guys unless he's playing football and also. uh. he likes football"? and ig that can also be very fun and i'm usually a huge fan of characters that usually act nice but also have a very rude and mean side, but isagi is just. idk, i don't really find him that interesting and those moments when he's like, busy analyzing everything and coming up with strategies.. honestly, i just skipped them JSDKSLSLS. I WANTED MORE ACTION OKAY. i think his relationship with bachira is cute though!

BACK TO MY FAVES. i would bite kaiser's head off if i ever got the chance but he's also one of my fav characters. yeah. he's so cool, i love his design sm, i need to look like him. i want to get into his head and figure out what's wrong with him. i want to squeeze him and crush him and tear him apart, but i also love him so much. tbh i don't know anything about the new chapters, but i'd love to learn more about him, it's like, at the same time, i want him to have a backstory that's a little bit (or maybe VERY) sad, but i also kinda want him to be like that just bc he can (even though i'm pretty sure it was implied that he does have a reason for acting like that). and yes, i love his relationship dynamic with ness. yeah.

reo. another fave of mine. though i actually didn't like him that much when i first saw him, but. i knew deep down that a purple boy will become one of my faves. love this gay disaster of a man, everything that happened between him and nagi was more entertaining than every single romance movie that i've ever watched. i want him to get better and realize that he's capable of doing great things without him. i also want him to become even more dependent on him for angst reasons. it's hard. and i honestly both love and hate that moment when he decides to return to nagi right after he finally started to get some character development, because YES I WANT HIM TO GROW AND I WANT HIS PERSONALITY TO BE SOMETHING OTHER THAN "if i spend at least one day w/o nagi i will die", but also it's very realistic and as someone who was in MULTIPLE (platonic) relationships that were exactly like his relationship with nagi.. that moment was very painful. in a good way. and again, i wanna look like him.

my relationship with mikoto is very hard to explain bc it's like. in theory, i'd love to learn more about him. i'd love to stan him. but also.. i'm not a fan of how the fandom pretty much makes his DID his only personality trait? maybe i'm just on the wrong side of the fandom, but i rarely see any posts about his other traits? again, i'd love to learn more bc i have a feeling that we have a lot in common, but. but yeah. i'm a huge fan of his minigram version though <3 so silly. so squishy. so funny. (honestly, me being salty that almost all convos about mikoto usually discuss his DID is so funny to me now that after three therapy sessions i've found out that i'm most likely a system SJHSJDKDLSL like bro THAT IS YOU) about "i would push them down the stairs" i mean it in a silly playful way :) like i want him to fall down and scream in a very cartoony and funny way.

[anjumbai]

BLUELOCK: Thoughts

MAL Rating: 8.38

Studio: 8bit

Personal rating: 7/10

As the most hype sports anime of last year: I had to give it a chance. The show gives you a break from the "teamwork is dreamwork" mentality and lets you see a whole bunch of teenagers just going on full solo musashi mode. While I had my doubts with the first few episodes and of course, the CG models you would get to see every now and then during games- the show definitely managed to grip my attention throughout the story. I'll be honest, it did get edgy at times. I couldn't help but laugh when the characters said something like "I will crush you you donkey" or something along the lines. But it wasn't the bad kind of edgy, it was the "energetic teen" or the "hyped in the moment" kind of edgy.

Bluelock's unconventional story drive isn't the only thing it has got going for it. The manga is genuinely loved by many and while I can't get myself into sports manga, sports anime always gets my blood rushing. Megalobox, Kuroko no basuke, Haikyuu, Pingpong the animation are the ones I enjoyed a lot.

Huge cast: The huge cast of bluelock is definitely one of its problems. The more characters you get, the harder it is to make it seem interesting. But I think the anime does it justice by putting everyone on high stakes. "If you lose in Bluelock, you won't ever get to play for the Japan national team" is more than enough of a driving force for the strikers. Did I mention it's just strikers and there are no other role players whatsoever? Of course not all characters shine, but it doesn't always try to make then. Some just fail and get their dreams crushed. How simple.

Cool Protagonist: Aight now this protagonist- Isagi Yoichi can come off bland and sometimes useless. But I'll be lying if he didn't make me wanna get in the hype train he's riding on sometimes. Isagi- your typical "not good at anything but still wants to be the best" protagonist can actually get you excited without talk-no-jutsu and the power of friendship. He's a genius who plays chess while everyone else plays football in the field. While that sounds stupid- the dude is a genius and it was genuinely fun to see him trying to figure how he can be the best among best.

Great visuals: Well studio 8bits sneaky attempt at cg- well nvm it really wasn't all that sneaky. You would see the players turn into robotic figures when they were running and you couldn't help but laugh. What it does shine in is I guess the still images with very few frames? Idk what I'm talking bout I don't know much bout animation. It was the "time stops for the moment, background goes dark, monologue starts followed up by an astounding goal/strategy with clever sound effects" bits that I'm trying to talk about. Overall, pretty good animation.

Key factor - Teamwork: I have to say though, will taking away teamwork really help with the excitement of the show? It sometimes works, it sometimes doesn't work. The first round was especially frustrating when someone had to be the goalkeeper despite all of the players being strikers. I want to see how well it works in the long run but again, I miss the adrenaline rush I felt when I saw the absolute beauty of teamwork in Haikyuu and kuroko no basuke. I'm not saying teamwork doesn't exist in Bluelock, it does. But it's more of individual bursts of talent rather than the complimenting each others abilities. The author probably understood that and gave us some really good games where you could see how strikers who wanna score goals all by themselves still can compliment each other. That's why Isagi plays a huge factor on how this unconventional football anime will play out.

Overall, good show. That's the peak of it for this season. I wouldn't go out of my way to recommend it to anybody because I don't think it has accomplished that much yet. It's really cool, and I think it's worth a watch. But placing it above some other sports anime isn't something I would do already. Let's give it time and see how well the anime flourishes.

My anime list:

http://myanimelist.net/animelist/PPman101

[sanders1665]

It was such an ordinary and unremarkable life back then,

"It's grim up north", they used to say on T.V, but I have cheerful memories,

roast beef or chicken on Sundays and fish and chips on Fridays,

we lived in terraced houses and the toilet was in the back yard next to the coal shed,

we had coal delivered once a week for our living room fires and milk delivered daily for our breakfasts and cups of tea,

Friday and Saturday nights we were allowed to stay up late, and our dad always made toast on a long fork by the living room fire, and mum would butter it for us,

we had old men who walked the streets with a horse and cart and shouted "rag bone" or "any old iron",

we played hopscotch and skipping in the street or hide and seek and football in the park,

one of my favorite things to do was simply kicking a tin can everywhere I went, I can still hear the clattering noises it made on those old cobblestoned streets,

follow the leader was another game we played, we jumped over fences and climbed walls, we ran down back alleys shouting and kicking rubbish bins, it was a kind of wholesome mischief and we got a little scared if some old codger shouted, "I'll tell your parents",

Ice cream vans would come round in the summer and we would beg our mother for a few pennies to buy one,

our grandmother used to stay with us for a couple of weeks every other month, and mum would tell us grandma and grandad are arguing again,

our grandparents lived in the same street and sometimes during school holidays, I would stay with them for the weekend, grandma liked me brushing her hair and grandpa taught me to read and write in cursive and tell the time, sometimes, they would buy me ice cream on the way to the cemetery, I always enjoyed walking in there with them, it took me years to realize they were visiting their parents and grandparents,

when the street lights came on, we knew it was time to go back home, I can still hear my father bellowing my name in the echoing streets if I was late,

there used to be marching brass bands from local churches on Sunday mornings and we always stopped what we were doing and watched them march by,

I was 10 years old when I had my first kiss. It was on a beach in Hastings, where king Harold lost his battle against William the Conqueror,

there seemed to be only three types of birds back then, pigeons, starlings and sparrows, there was pigeon flocks everywhere and it seemed their shit was on everything,

it always seemed to be raining and constant clouds of varying grey, and we dressed in layers, jackets, jumpers and t-shirts,

I had my fair share of boyhood fights with bloodied noses and black eyes and sobbing tears on my mother's shoulder,

when our dad came home from work, he always had treats for us, usually a big bag of mixed up toffees or fresh pastries from the Crusty Cob,

mum always wore slippers and if you misbehaved, well, she had an expert throwing arm with those slippers,

I remember that most of our clothes came from the second hand market or our dad had found them in the many empty houses around where we lived,

in my old home town, there was a zoo where I saw my first exotic animals, like lions, monkeys and elephants, next to it was a speedway track, which was also used for banger racing and greyhound races,

my primary school was at least a hundred years old and resembled a gothic cathedral, there was no carpeting and it's floorboards were constantly creaking and groaning,

my secondary school was run by Benedictine nuns and they were very strict in our education, I once had my knuckles smacked with a wooden ruler for daring to ask questions,

my first time away from home was on a week long school trip to Lytham St. Anne's on the west coast, I broke my left collar bone attempting to slide down a wet hill, and developed a crush on our English teacher who was Irish, because she took care of me,

two or three times a week we would clean ourselves in tin baths by the living room fire and hot water was boiled in pans on the gas stove,

all these memories are from around fifty years ago, but I can still fondly recall them like they were yesterday, and all too often we remember the bad times instead of the good, however mundane,

it was just a simple life back then and we were grateful for what we had, which wasn't much but it was enough,

I suppose with hindsight that we lived in poverty, but we didn't know it back then because everyone was the same.

[marshymindness]

sullen cheeks and little cuts along my face. I don't know where they come from.

things that feel like bruises but don't show, pains deep within I can't touch, I suppose I'll find out what they are in 10 years.

I know exactly when and why every scar on my skin got there. not that anyone would ever ask nor would I care to explain.

I turned 20 and celebrated a teenage funeral. it's been a year and a half since, all we talk about between our little spanish trio is how old we've gotten in such a short time span. haven't even cracked 22 but the pictures are telling.

many friends said we were acting like grandpas, being old fashioned and stuffy, playing cards and day drinking. we were only trying to get a taste of what life could still hold for us after decades of adulthood. must've been a sorry sight to see young men act like geezers.

but we're still kids at heart. when no one's watching at 4am, we'll play football and whisper silly things to each other. go off into the forest and get on swings and chase cats only when certain everyone's gone.

sometimes I wonder where do you draw line for growing up too fast. how much can be willful and how much but a reaction to increased burdens. this year I've shaken off so many young dreams. but as I try to replace them, there's just a lack of commitment. not because I don't believe, but because it demands so much strength.

strength I feel I have but the truth of this physical body keeps denying.

it also is a choice of engine. I'll chose love and curiosity over and over but such a fuel isn't tye easiest to replenish. I've seen others crush obstacles and gun it with engines built on rage, hatred, fear, contempt, ego, envy, pride... I can understand why they seem sinful. given a proper context I'll borrow some of that fuel too. but it leaves a dirty taste in my mouth.

I love to love and chose to love and it remains simple because it's a gift to others. but the consequences of such a policy is to come back around and see how that gift was left trampled in the mud. sometimes you can go the extra mile and instead find someone at the end wanting to drag you back ten more miles.

I don't think this world ain't built for me. a lot of the systems in place sure. but I'm not the first to make that observation nor will I be the last. what's uniquely mine is that it's my turn to acknowledge it. I'll love always and do my best to fight back. more often than not that fighting comes through sitting down and listening.

it's always a pleasure to listen to those who don't feel heard. such interesting brains to be surrounded by. loving living listening is all I've got. my ribs are showing and my legs won't stop cramping and adulthood tries its best to instill dread within me, but I still have the grateful ears and eyes of a child.

I know the story behind every scar on my skin and I have an invisible scar for every conversation we ever had.

[conflictandscotchblog]

The Dating Deceit I Still Obsess Over

I tend to fall in love very quickly and, usually, with the wrong woman. Even to this day I still believe Judy, the Time-Life operator, is just playing hard to get. After all, she did send me a football phone (and she wouldn’t do that for just anyone, right?)

I blame movies for my failures in love. I was taught, at a very young age, that when you fall in love, you will know it. There will be fireworks, the soundtrack of your life will swell to a magnificent crescendo and, if you are very lucky, there will be some slow motion running in a field of flowers. Unfortunately for me, no one else seems to be watching the same movie that I am. That’s not to say that I haven’t sabotaged the script myself once or twice in my quest. Sometimes not only am I not watching the movie, but I’ve left the theatre, got into my car, and crashed into a tree on the way home.

One afternoon, when I was about 18 years old, I was talking with my older brother.

“Who is that girl that works at the pharmacy?” he asked. “She is gorgeous.”

“Oh, her?” I replied, and then said something that I regret even to this day.

If, in the future, I am given one-time only access to a time machine, I would not go back to talk to Jesus, nor would I go back and kill the baby Hitler. What I would do is go back to 10 seconds before this conversation took place, and punch my 18-year-old self right in the mouth.

“That’s Kathy,” I said with an undeserved smugness, from an unsupported ego and a false bravado that several decades later I still cringe over when I think about it. “Yeah, she’s in love with me.”

My brother’s head cocked to the side, his mind clearly entertaining the thought that I was adopted, that there was no way we could be related and that my real family would be coming for me any minute now. He then said something that pretty much summed up my love life from that moment through today.

“What are you,” he asked, “an asshole?”

Kathy was beautiful, and sweet, and the nicest person I have ever met in my entire life and yet, I did not want to date her. I wanted to hang out with my friends; I wanted to drink beer and go down to the Shore; I wanted to go out and find the love of my life.

So, yes — I was an asshole.

A few years ago I met a woman whom I really liked. Her name was Hollie and on our first date we met for drinks. We hit it off right away. Loved the same music, movies, books and understood each other’s jokes. After drinks we left the bar and walked toward her car.

“Can I give you a lift?” she asked, and at the moment I was very glad I had parked my 2002 Saturn with the missing hubcaps in a parking garage.

“Sure,” I replied as I stepped into her brand new silver Jaguar. “I’m just around the corner.”

A second date followed, along with dozens of very funny emails (some guys have looks, some guys can dance, I do funny emails). A third date was in the planning stage when I received an email, one I felt Charlotte Bronte might have sent if computers were available in the 19th century:

“My deceit has caught up to me, and I can never see you again.”

I was devastated. It had only been two dates, but I had already imagined the great life we were going to have together. The witty conversations, the laughter from jokes no one else could understand, the sex. All my follow-up emails were ignored so I searched the internet for clues. I tend to get somewhat obsessive. It’s not healthy, and I know it’s wrong; I still remember the license plate number of a girl I had a crush on in high school (I know, scares me, too).

Eventually I gave up — I found nothing. I would have to chalk it up to experience, start the movie again and hope someone else would buy a ticket to the show.

A few months later I was meeting another woman for drinks. The place we were to meet was a very large restaurant with many rooms, each with its own bar. I was there early, so I walked around, moved from room to room, bar to bar, and that’s when I saw her. Hollie. She was standing alone; she did not see me coming as I moved up beside her.

“Hello,” I said.

There is that split second when you first see someone that your face betrays your thoughts, gives you up to the police, hands the invasion plans over to the enemy. Those milliseconds before you have the chance to put on the bullshit smile and say how happy you are to see me.

She was not happy to see me.

We begin the small talk, I ask how she has been and what was she doing here. She tells me she was meeting a friend, but it looks like the friend’s a no show, so she was leaving after this drink. We talk some more, then I ask the question she was hoping I would not ask, but I was tired of tripping over loose ends.

“What was the deceit?”

She refused to discuss it, and then miraculously answered her cell phone that never rang. She then mouths, “I need to take this, I’ll be right back,” and gathered her things and headed toward the front door.

The entrance to the restaurant is very large, more like a garage then a doorway. I watched as she put her cell phone back in her purse just as an older man — tall and distinguished, except for hair like Albert Einstein’s — walked up to her in the parking lot. I can see them talking, a few hand gestures from Hollie (“For the love of God, we can’t go back in there), then the two walked toward her silver Jaguar.

I watched as Hollie, a woman I am sure I would never see again, and the man with Einstein hair whom I was sure had a great deal of money and a very large penis, get into her car and drive away.

As I watched I thought about how I felt about this woman, how I pined for her and thought if I could only see her again I knew I could change her mind. Then another thought came to me. Not so much a thought, but a memory. A conversation I had with my friend Tammy after first meeting Hollie, before the deceit would end things, when I was still walking on air. I told her I had met a woman, and she had a unique way of spelling her name.

“H-O-L-L-I-E,” I said.

Tammy thought for a second. “‘I-E’ and not a ‘Y’?” she asked.

“Yes,” I replied.

I was comforted by what Tammy said next, and the reason I love my friends.

“Yeah,” she said, “she’s a fuckin’ whore bag.”

The movie of my life may not have a leading lady yet, but it does have a wonderful supporting cast.

[octaviasdread]

one thing i really appreciate about dead poets society is that the boys are awkward teens and that is shown over and over again in the little details.

We get to see a largely 18-21 yr old cast with acne and awkward hair cuts. We see them in pyjamas and we see them in the showers but none of this is sexualised. Instead of gratuitous bedroom shots we get cosy flannel pyjamas, and where the boys are shirtless the focus is drawn to Charlie combing his hair into a ridiculous style, or the contrast of Todd sitting fully dressed in the changing room and no one giving him shit for it. In fact, not one of the poets makes fun of Todd’s anxiety. They make accommodations for his preference not to read.

We get normal levels of teens exploring their sexuality through crude jokes and crushes and pining and the beginnings of first relationships (excluding that creepy Knox scene). There is no hypersexualisation and by the end of the film there is only one canonical relationship. Oh my god, do you know how rare that is? Yet the majority of teens in a friendship group irl are single. Usually only one or two people are in relationships yet media has us believing everyone has consistent high school romances.

And adventures? The dead poets have plenty of those but you know what else they do? Study. There are so many scenes of them in class and then voluntarily in study group while other students play darts or chill. How many films set in school actually show the characters keeping up with homework or not running out half-way through class? These are the grounding details that make this film so real, like we could actually go to that school and make these friendships and have these adventures in an old cave.

And the party? Well, we all have a friend who jumped into drinking without knowing their limits. The portrayal of Knox and his behaviour (as is the case with many 80s romance harassment plots) is wrong for many reasons but his naive approach to his first - ultimately disappointing- party is something worth considering.

Media hypes up teen house parties as a wild and essential part of the high school experience. But to be honest, very few big parties were thrown in my town and they usually turned out to be over-hyped or solely for substance use. Enjoyable house parties, in my experience, are more of a university thing or a smaller gathering with only friends. Rewatching with this knowledge makes me appreciate Knox having a terrible time (his behaviour aside) and his awkwardness navigating interactions with the drunk football team. I didn’t realise when i first watched dps, but it’s one of the few times alcohol and underage parties haven’t been over-glamourised.

Also the theme of rebellion. As much as the film is a warning about the impact of stifling individuality and dismissing the autonomy of teenagers, it explores what the teens can do in secret to free themselves and to educate themselves outside of the prescribed curriculum. It recognises that not everyone is willing to get expelled and it recognises that sometimes dysfunctional environments and strict authority has to be lived in (however wrong it may be) as a minor. Not all teens are in a position to, or are comfortable, taking drastic action to assert themselves; for example, the difference between Charlie and Cameron, but also the other poets who still sign the document. Even without drastic action that would get them kicked out it’s made clear that these teens are now thinking for themselves and developing as individuals, even as they live under the authority of Welton and their parents.

We, the audience, love these boys and these actors. We barely notice the acne and the imperfections erased in social media/ads/movies and we enjoy the goofiness and the cringe moments. We flock to the nyc home movie to see more of the cast just existing as young people being silly and having fun. I’m not saying stuff like ‘Skins’ or ‘Euphoria’ are bad (i love that too) but we need balance in the frequency of these portrayals. So give me more content like dps. ‘Derry Girls’ and possibly ‘Stranger Things’ are the only current example i have of this softer and more goofy portrayal of teens and people love it. So why is it so rare?

[leetotters]

Blurb with Chris and milf!reader

anon: WE need more milf reader content here but instead sebbyy maybe chris( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

anon: chris evans and milf reader but funny? idk if it makes sense buttttt yeah

note: the gif inspired this stupid fic lmao.

chris evans x wife!reader

summary: chris's son asks him what the word 'milf' means when his friends claim his mom to be one.

The Evan's family was one of the most popular families known in their little neighborhood.

Always gaining everyone's attention when they attended an event or even a simple school trip.

Thank the genes of the dad; some moms' say whilst the dads' objected saying thank the sexy, hot mom- you-.

But if they were truly being honest, the majority thought it was both parents.

Chris and you were well aware of the title given to you both, having heard many times from others when out of the house.

However, you didn't really care. Once no one said anything horrible about your babies- Drew and Jules-. You were somewhat fine with the indecent comments and eye-fucking stares sent your way.

It made you feel disgusting at times. Thinking about the single fathers' even married ones having those thoughts about you.

But the worst you experienced, were your son's teenage friends. Little, horny striplings Chris called them.

You recall the day so well when you heard them- the striplings- saying what they would do to you if you were in their bed, it was mortifying.

And to make matters worse. Chris found out. Your son's friends couldn't look you in the eye after that confrontation.

But that's just what you have to live with when you're a fitted, healthy mom with a wonderful family.

You were also very well informed of the familiar words and actions your husband received-you couldn't blame them, he was a smoking hot dad. But he was yours-.

Curse the Evans' for having great features!

-

Chris sat on the couch, nursing his third beer while he watched the football game being played on the flat screen television.

He couldn't be happier with his choice of staying home and watching the game with Drew, his fifteen year old son. Instead of tagging along with you and Jules, your seven year old daughter, trip to Target.

It wasn't that he didn't want to join your little outing, he would've loved to actually. But since he arrived from filming his latest movie last week, he didn't have the chance to spend quality time with his teenage son.

So he immediately jumped on the opportunity to view the game with Drew as both Evan boys' loved a good game of football.

Screams and cheers erupted from the room when their team scored a goal. Chris pulled his son in for a bone crushing hug making the younger boy laugh and wiggle out of his dad's hold.

"That was a fair game." Drew uttered, earning a light shove from his father.

"Fair is an understatement, our team won!" Chris fist pumped taking a swig of his beer.

As the game came to a final end. Drew bit his lip, contemplating on asking his dad the question that had been weighing in his mind for the past week.

The right time was now, he decided.

"Hey dad," He spoke, fiddling with the bottle of water in his hand. His gaze on the carpeted floor.

"Yeah?" Chris hummed looking over at Drew.

"What is a milf?" Drew asked. The worried, unsure feeling dissolving as the words left his lips. He glanced up at his dad, only to find him wide eyed.

"What- Why?" Chris floundered, placing his beer on the table.

Drew now regretted his words but answered his dad anyway. "Uhm my friends said that mom is a milf.." The teenager gulped. Remembering when you came to pick him up from practice and his friends pulled him in the locker room calling you that unfamiliar name.

Chris forced a chuckle, utterly surprised but not at the same time. He knew his wife was a pulchritudinous women for her age. He knew he was a lucky fellow and sometimes wondered how he ended up with such a beauty.

But he was also mad? Infuriated. How dare those hormonal striplings call his wife that name, wasn't the confrontation that day not enough.

Chris pursed his lips, sucking in a breath before answering his son's question.

"It simply means mom I love forever.." Chris said. Trying his best to reply in the most decent way possible, not even realizing he made it a little worse for himself

"Oh thank God! Because when I asked uncle Scott he said it meant," Drew lowered his voice. "Mom I'd like to-"

Chris immediately stood up, an awestruck look lacing his face. "Y'know what Drew, don't tell your mother we had this conversation and please don't listen to uncle Scott."

Chris left the main room. The only thought on his mind was how will he tell his son the word 'milf' didn't actually mean 'mom I love forever'.

Good luck with that Christopher!

[call-me-aesthetic]

If Twisted Wonderland was an American Public School

WARNING: There are some slight sensitive topics that are featured in here! Reader discretion is advised!

Part 2 can be found here

Heartslabyul

Riddle Rosehearts:

- That one preppy girl who takes all honors and AP classes 😑

- Wants everyone to know that he’s becoming a doctor one day for his strict parents or he’ll dishonor the family

- Reminds the teacher about homework, knowing well that he’ll get slander for it

- Complains about how he got a 90 on his test or a B on his report card, a try hard much?

- Wears a cardigan with thicc but cute glasses since he’s one of those people with can’t see shit on the board so he has to move to the front of the class

Ace Trappola:

- The SoundCloud rapper, that’s it

- “Wanna listen to my mixtape? It’s pretty fire, my guy.” 😩🔥

- You will not miss him BLASTING out some song on his Bluetooth speaker, that shit be echoing through the hallways

- Tells you to stop what you’re doing only for him to either sing horribly or do a backflip, thinking that he’s so cool

- Wears a Supreme jacket with AirPods and waves on his head

Deuce Spade:

- Assuming that he’s still a delinquent, he’s that kid with the most fucked up school record

- Not much of a bully but will still talk shit to your face without caring, might even throw stuff at you during a lesson and you would be the one getting in trouble instead of him 🗿

- If he ever gets mad, it would be overdramatic like kicking the desks, punching the lockers, or walking out of the classroom unannounced and everyone would look at each other wondering wtf happened

- Covers the entire desks with drawings of skulls and those “s” if you know what I mean

- Wears Champion hoodies, wants you to know that he’s broke and rich at the same time

Trey Clover:

- The guy that’s not really popular but everyone knows him since he’s in all their classes

- Most people might have a crush on him because he’s REALLY nice 😳👉👈

- Gives off “older brother” vibes based on the way he looks and acts, like offering you a ride home if you beg ask nicely

- Secretly bakes creme brulee but doesn’t want to mess with the flow so he sticks to the status quo

- Wears the school’s hoodie just because he thinks it looks good on him, and the fact that he doesn’t know what else to wear

Cater Diamond:

- Hot Cheetos girl 🥵

- Has a whole buffet of food in his backpack and will not hesitate to eat them during a lesson, no sharing either sorry

- Excuses himself to the bathroom or full on skips class just to film a Tiktok

- Has about 100 followers on Instagram Magicam and brags about how he’s famous

- Wears a Thrasher hoodie with large hoop earrings and his hair in a bun

Savanaclaw

Leona Kingscholar:

- The kid who flunked their freshman year that also sort of vibes with new classmates

- Always gets mistaken as a teacher by people since he looks and sounds old

- Knows the lessons but still fails them anyways, didn’t really give a damn either 🙄

- Captain of every sports club you can think of, never actually plays but has a lot of knowledge on them

- Wears the school’s letterman from years ago since it used to be his brother’s and that he’s too lazy to buy a new one

Ruggie Bucchi:

- That one kid who NEVER has money for the book fair or any other school event

- Always has to ask his classmates for some cash

- If he somehow does, then he’s one of those kids who buys Diary of the Wimpy Kid or the World Record books

- If he’s feeling cheap, he’ll buy the “cool stuff” like the chocolate scented calculator or fruit snacks 😭

- Wears oversized hoodies and basketball shorts that are clearly hand-me-downs

Jack Howl:

- That one athletic kid who’s both scary good and competitive when it comes to school games like football or soccer

- Literally the best player on his team and without him, they’re trash as hell 💀

- Tries his absolute best to support his teammates without yelling at them for how dumb they are

- “KICK THE FUCKING BALL! DO YOUR LEGS EVEN WORK?!”

- Wears the school’s jersey just to show off his “school spirit”

Octavinelle

Azul Ashengrotto:

- The kid who sell snacks for “charity” but everyone knows he’s keeping the money to himself

- If you don’t have cash or try to negotiate with him, the only thing he’ll do is raise the price up

- “What do you mean you don’t have ten bucks? I can see it in your pocket.”

- Just bring nothing with you, he’ll doing anything to steal your stuff 🤭

- Wears a collar shirt with a tie and khakis that have pockets to keep his glasses and money in

Jade Leech:

- The kid who puts on a goody two shoes facade but is actually a stoner

- Only does “safe” drugs like vape but occasionally smokes weed, mostly in the bathroom or behind the school 🌬

- Can play it off and hide the scent when he’s high, teachers never suspect anything from him

- No one really cares to stop him unless he gets caught or something idk

- Wears clothing that either makes him look like a businessman or a junky, there’s nothing in between

Floyd Leech:

- The kid that’s plays basketball or volleyball just because he’s hella tall, and is actually good at the sports but doesn’t put much effort into them

- Always stays behind after gym, even though the teacher tries to make him leave for his next class 😬

- “I swear after this one shot, I’ll go to class.” *He never made that shot*

- Will jump you no matter who or where you are, and will get angry if you step on his new shoes

- Wears the jersey of any famous team with the latest pair of Jordan sneakers

Scarabia

Kalim Al Asim:

- VSCO girl at best, don’t lie to me now 🤡

- The only words he knows are “And I oop– sksksk.” and “Save the turtles.”

- Walks during a track meet while everyone else is running and sweating hard, the teacher doesn’t care either

- Doesn’t really do anything in gym but talks to his classmates and stands near the water fountain to refill his Hydro flask

- Wears tie dye shirts with cute scrunchies

Jamil Viper:

- That one quiet kid who everybody thinks is a serial killer but he’s actually not, I swear

- He just wants school to be over and spend the rest of his summer relaxing 😔

- Although he shouldn’t abuse his “power,” he‘ll move his hands in his pockets or backpack to make it look like he’s about to pull a weapon out.

- “Chill, I’m just grabbing a pencil.” *Everyone in the class started crying*

- Wears dark colored hoodies that intimidates people but are actually comfy

Pomefiore

Vil Schoenheit:

- The baddie popular girl 😌💅✨

- Arrives to school late with a Starbucks in hand from his local Target

- Fixes himself every 5 seconds like reapplying his lipgloss or spraying Bath and Body Works cherry blossom perfume

- Uses acrylic nails and long hair extensions as weapons during a cat fight

- Wears a crop top with ripped jeans and those clout sunglasses

Rook Hunt:

- That creepy guy in the hallways who tries to get your attention, even if you don’t know him

- Scares people when he says, “Ayo, where my hug at?” 🥶💯

- Uses at least 10 cans of Axe body spray a week after gym class, which stinks up the locker rooms

- Waves at you if he passes your class, even walking into the room just to say hi

- Wears literally anything but always include a hat

Epel Felmier:

- The artist girl who just wants to be alone 🧑‍🎨

- Purposely draws in front of you but pretends like you’re not looking

- If you complement him, he’ll just brush it off and proceeds to diss himself

- “Thanks but I’m not THAT good at drawing, teehee.” *Insert Radio Rebel face*

- Wears a hoodie or a cardigan with big pockets to put his art supplies in

Ignihyde

Idia Shroud:

- I don’t even need to tell you who he is, y’all already know ahaha 🥴

- Sneaks a whole PlayStation in his backpack so he can play with it during lunch

- Is on his phone 24/7 even in class to the point where teachers don’t care anymore

- Tries to get people into anime but only to little success

- Wears a shirt of any anime character or that damn ahegao hoodie, girl bye

Ortho Shroud:

- The nerdy kid who’s known for destroying others at many games

- Plays classics like D&D, Yugioh, Pokémon, the whole shabang

- Daily Beyblade battles during recess with everyone surrounding him, the menacing aura radiates off of him

- Will steal your things if you lose to him but gives it back a week later cuz he’s sweet 🥰

- Wears light up Sketchers shoes and those Minecraft shirts you find at Old Navy

Diasomnia

Malleus Draconia:

- The theatre kid who also goes to band practice, change my mind 👁👄👁

- Takes his role seriously when it comes to school plays and concerts, even if he gets casted as a damn tree or doesn’t go solo

- Remembers the songs and their lyrics to any musical you name, a really good singer at that too

- Plays almost every instrument, you definitely know this since you can hear him down the hallways during a test

- Wears a white button up shirt, black pants with fancy dress shoes, and top it all off with a fricking Rolex watch

Lilia Vanrouge:

- The weird guy who pranks people and vandalizes school property in every way possible

- If you ever get a textbook with a message that tells you to go to a certain page only for you to found a picture of a dick, yeah that was him 😒

- When using a Chromebook, he’ll leave a tab open on YouTube so when the next person uses it, pray that your ears will still work by tomorrow

- During lunch, he is a literal DEMON that mixes milk with chicken nuggets together and having the audacity to eat it too

- Wears an oversized raincoat or a windbreaker but idk wtf kind of things he has hiding underneath

Silver:

- That guy in class who consumes Monster energy drinks and falls asleep 99% of the time but somehow manages to pass the class 🤷

- Whenever he’s awake, he’ll talk to the teachers since he’s basically friends with them for some reason

- Writes his name out of boredom on any desk you sit on but in different places, sometimes around the corners or the sides

- Has a sixth sense because he’ll wake up if you try to draw on his face and if you did get something on him, it’s on sight

- Wears those colorful hoodies that zips all the way up to cover his face with a matching backpack, it’s pretty cool ngl

Sebek Zigvolt:

- That kid who literally knows everything about historical wars and will show it off during class

- Also has knowledge on weaponry, which has people questioning him but he’s just very dedicated on serving his country and people

- Knows how to fight and defend himself from a bitch since he spent his summer at a military boot camp, put respect on my man’s name 😤

- Honestly a great partner for a group project, actually does the given work but not the whole thing for you

- Wears anything that has camo pattern and chunky combat boots

I only made this because me and my friends were talking about our school memories so yeah. This is based from my experience so they might not be exactly accurate. Might even be a part two if you want.

[village-for-rambles]

Hi I am looking at all my tags finally,,, let's see

Nickname: most everyone calls me some variation of Village in this community!!!

Zodiac sign: I'm a saggitarius :]] I know the birthstone is pretty and they're apparently emotional,, that's it

Favorite artist: Oh my... I really like anyone who does sculpting!! And really geometric muted artstyles so, like, Dana Terrace and Zeddyzi and kaypeacreations!!

Favorite Sports Team: Iii don't really watch sports but my family likes the dallas cowboys??

Favorite food: Spaghetti!! Anything with tomatoes involved really. I just love me some cooked tomato

Sports I watch: again,,, I don't watch sports. I live under a rock unless my father updates me as he plays fantasy football or I am with the marching band in the stands at a football game. So. Football

Dream Vacation: just. Spending an abnormal amount of time by myself in the Icelandic or Canadian woods. That's the dream

Other blogs: It is wildly inactive because I don't know how to Have A Platform but it's Ville-io and it's my writing blog!! I think theres oneee toh snip on there about Hunter for Trans Hunter Week,, really there's nothing going on with it

Do I get asks: No!! Like ever!!! I like to send asks though :]

How many blogs I follow: somewhere in the 120-130 range, not sure

Tumblr Crushes: uhmmm. Literally any of the artists I follow and probably also @ / bongkillua I admire him a lot /p (hi Blu)

Lucky number: not sure... most divisibles of seven but not seven. Like fourteen. Twenty-eight. You get it

Dream Car: I want a beetle. Jus. A small old car

What I'm wearing: a polo over my six flags sweater from like. Four years ago. And black sweatpants (it's chilly outside!!)

Favorite Drink: I really like tea and sometimes gatorade,,sprite is nice and maybe coca-cola on occasion but I'm not fond of soda

Instrument: I play the Clarinet!! My acoustic guitar broke before I could get the hang of it :[[ and I'm trying to make time to learn the electric guitar

Languages: English is my native language and the only one I can really speak and understand but I can decipher German if I try really hard and I have a loose grip on Spanish :]

Celebrity crush: don't got one !!!

Thank you for the tag Rye!!! Who can I drag into this that you haven't already,,,, @potatocornflakes you want in on this besty ??

Everyone elsefree to tag along!!

Thanks for the tag @emptymilk-bottle ! I think I will start a new thread of posts here because the other one has gotten too long.

Nickname. I think my most well known nickname has become Rye, of which I am very fond of. Some even have made nicknames out of it, and that's very nice. I also have some few other nicknames that certain people use, I like them all.

Zodiac Sign. I'm a Leo. Don't know what that means for me exactly, and I have no interest.

Favourite Artist. I can't have a favourite over all, here are some in no order: SWANS, Cavetown, Talking Heads, Mueran Humanos, Neil Cicierega/Lemon Demon, Mecano, Molotov, Elton John, José José, Kraftwerk, Tally Hall.

Favourite Sports Team. I have none, if I ever joke having one from the Mexico football clubs, it's for a joke.

Favourite Food. It's soup. Soup in many ways. Soup is food for the soul, it keeps it warm in the hardest moments.

Sports I Watch. I only watch the World Cup, the Formula One and boxing when Canelo is fighting.

Dream Vacation. One of my dream vacations is going to Uruguay in December and January, to experience Christmas in summer. Also it seems like a beautiful place.

Other Blogs. I have a blog for me just to infodump to no one and in Spanish, haven't posted there in a while tho. I have @the-fuddler but I haven't posted anything yet and I'm not sure what to do with it. There soon will be a new blog for Toki Pona only.

Do I Get Asks. Not frequently. YOU SHOULD SEND ME ONE.

How Many Blogs I Follow. 114.

Tumblr Crushes. You know who you are. I told you once. <3 /p

Lucky Number. Don't have one.

Dream Car. Don't have one.

What I'm wearing. My torso is covered in five layers right now because it's cold, damn.

Favourite Drink. My favourite drinks are water, tea and tepache, and in that order.

Instrument. I can play none.

Languages. Spanish - Native, English - Fluent, Toki Pona - Learning.

Celebrity Crush. I have none, lol.

I will tag @vom-verdant-vagabond-valiccio @boogurl405 @browserbug @sicpvon @toastedbreadstick @hamuletta @pink-nubes @wowa-bublord @smokeys-house @cup-of-wine-glass-of-tea @xanzusx @laecandraw @village-for-rambles @hunsa-jars @flowerbloom-arts and @crossover-fraternity . You guys don't have to do it you don't want to. Also anyone who sees this post and wants to can do it freely.

[mountswhore]

hey! see u were taking requests so i wanted one with mason related to "london boy" by taylor swift? maybe reader is a singer or something like that?

one of the best taylor swift songs imo, so of course!

𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐲 — mason mount

summary: mason shows you around london during your break, and now you don't think you can ever go back

notes: requests are open again! my asks are open.

Leaving your hometown in New York to visit the world was one of the hardest things you had to do. But you had your dream job, now it was time to follow it. Your recent album was a success, pouring your heart into it as you recovered from your breakup. Your fans had watched your relationship build, and then break apart. Hearing your side of things through 14 songs. Awards, interviews, and traction had come from it, earning you a world tour. It was a scary thing to do, considering it was your first international tour.

“I just want to come back to New York already, I’ve not been on this tour long.” You complained to your sister, curled up in a hotel bed in London. Your first destination was the UK, and there was nothing worse than being homesick.

“Quit being a baby, the UK is so nice.” Your sister replied, chuckling shortly afterwards. “Me and dad visited Manchester, I think? Very nice looking, at least where we stayed.” You sighed, knowing that didn’t make it any easier. You loved your cosy apartment in New York, you were even starting to miss the constant traffic sounds and arguing in the early hours of the morning.

“I guess, and I know London is nice, at least. I think I’m gonna interact with some fans,” you decided, pulling the duvet further up your body, “speak tomorrow at sound check.” You ended the call, liking some tweets and replying to a few things, eventually tweeting something of your own.

“Happy to see a lot of my UK fans tomorrow, can’t wait to scream my feelings out with you,” Declan read out, giving Mason a cheeky look. The pair of them were in Mason’s living room, enjoying their evening of FIFA. The boys had spoken about you plenty of times, in interviews too, Mason declaring you as his celebrity crush.

“Shut up already, she probably doesn’t even know who I am.” Mason stated, resting his arm over his eyes to conceal the blush on his face. Him, Declan and a few other boys were going to your concert tomorrow night, some of the WAGs suggested it as they loved your music.

“You think she’s not going to notice a blue tick in her dm’s? It’s worth a shot.” Declan encouraged his friend to shoot his shot, close to grabbing his phone and doing it himself, but instead he was watching Mason bashfully scroll through your twitter replies. “Do it, or I will.”

Mason sighed, clicking the reply button and typing out a reply, handing the phone to Declan to review. ‘Can’t wait, wanna see you.’

“Perfect,” Declan mumbled, pressing the reply button for him. He knew Mason never would, he just saved him 20 minutes of back and forth debate. Handing Mason his phone back, Declan smirked as he watched his friend's face change from fairly embarrassed, to shocked.

“There’s no fucking way you sent that.” Mason remarked, refreshing his phone to see his tweet attract likes. “You dick.”

Declan just laughed as Mason had turned completely red, watching the likes and replies collect under his tweet. Moments later, you’d appeared in his dm’s.

‘I recognise you.’

It was an ominous message from you, one that had you pacing and replaying the creepy message over and over again. But Mason smiled at the message, all ounces of worry leaving his body as he replied to you.

‘Oh yeah? From where?’

‘Actually, I think I recognise your teammate, Pulisic. He’s all my brother talks about sometimes. But all I know is that he plays for a soccer team.’

He laughed at your reply, Declan watching over in pure disbelief.

‘You have a lot to learn about the UK, and luckily I know all about it.’

‘I’ll hold you to that, come backstage after the show, bring whoever you’re with. I’m in London for the next few days before my next show, maybe you can show me around.’

“There’s no way you’re flirting with Y/N Y/L/N within two minutes of replying to her tweet.” Declan stated, Mason smirking at his best friend before sending another reply.

‘Bet.'

Your show was now over and you were anxiously waiting for the boys to be escorted back stage. You didn't know much about football, especially over here, but you knew the boys that were coming back stage were professionals. You'd learnt their names, Declan, Jack, and Mason. Jack and Declan brought their girlfriends along, but Mason was 'painfully single', as he put it.

Finally, as you sat down in your chair to relax, you heard a knock at the door. It was them. They had all filed in, the two girls in shock that they were meeting you. You'd given them all a hug, and gotten to Mason. He looked down at you as you pulled him in, squeezing you tightly before letting you go again.

"Did you guys enjoy it?" You asked, ushering them to the couch for them to sit down. You wanted them to feel as comfortable as possible, rushing over to your dressing room fridge and pulling out some drinks.

"It was amazing," Sasha gawked, still in awe over seeing you for the first time, "we saw you have one in Birmingham in a few weeks, so we're going to that one too." You blushed, returning to your seat opposite the couch.

"That's so sweet! I'm sure I can get you some good tickets, I'll dm you on Instagram or something." You suggested to her, Sasha eagerly nodding her head. You conversed with the group of five, Mason giving you a particular look that you had mirrored back to him. You planned on getting his number, and making sure he showed you around London.

Soon enough, the group was heading back to wherever they were staying, as it was beginning to get quite late. "Thank you guys for coming, and I'm so glad I met you."

Mason stayed behind, folding his arms and sharing a smirk with you as his friends voices trailed down the hallway. "So, about this bet."

"Yeah," you replied casually, grabbing your water bottle from the table and taking a sip, being in the presence of an attractive man again was giving you quite the nerves, "I'll take your number, because I'd love to get to know London." He nodded, grabbing his phone from his jacket pocket and handing it to you.

"Perfect. See you."

You and Mason had planned your first meeting in a pub. It wasn't the classiest of places, but your plan was to get to know the UK. Mason had ordered you both a drink, guessing what you like and nailing it when you went in for a second sip and shoved a thumb up.

"So," he began, fiddling with the coaster his beer sat on, "how long are you in London for?"

"Just until Thursday, Friday morning I'm heading to Manchester." You stated, realising you only had four days with Mason, including today.

"Well, we better make the days count then." Mason declared. The pair of you spoke about his career as well as yours, talking about how different school was for the pair of you. Mason had stood up, holding his hand out for you to take, and you'd accepted it without complaint. He led you out of the pub and through the town center, gazing at the stalls set up around you. The weather wasn't so different to New York, both constantly dreary, but you were liking London so far.

On your second day together, you'd taken a cab to another town, this time to just experience the busy streets. To Mason, this was normal. For you, it was only familiar. New York was one of the busiest cities in the world, but London was different, better in every other way. You'd finished your day together, stomachs full of pub food, and in the back of a cab, rain pattering on the windows. You'd shuffled closer to Mason, placing your hand on his and squeezing. He looked at you briefly, smiling his usual smile, before quickly looking out at the street in an effort to hide his tinged cheeks.

Day three, the weather was too bad to do anything. But Mason kept you company in your hotel room. He'd taught you a bunch of British slang, laughing as your accent completely butchered them all. You'd shown him a snippet of your new song before room service had arrived. And the night ended with the pair of you collapsed in your bed, tv playing in the back ground, but your eyes on each other. It was like pure magic, the long-awaited feeling of his lips on yours. You'd been thinking about it all day, missing every opportunity until now.

Your final day was the worst. You both knew it was coming, you wouldn't see him until you had a break, and he had one too. You both had stupidly busy schedules, as well as living in different countries. Maybe one day you could bring him to New York, show him your side of life. And maybe one day you'll branch out and move here.

Mason had helped you carry your things out of your hotel room, which was taking you to Manchester. Your manager had texted you to be in the car before 3, which meant you had just 10 minutes until you had to say goodbye to Mason for a while.

You were stood in the foyer of the hotel, waiting for the car to arrive. You'd secretly hoped it didn't, you wanted to stay with Mason for a while longer, but you couldn't. Duty called.

"Thank you for showing me around London," you spoke, looking up at Mason, who was hiding his deflated feelings, "I really enjoyed it, I might even prefer it to New York."

"That's a given. I'm here." He joked, in an obvious attempt to lighten the mood. These four days had been immense fun for him, different to how he usually spent his days. Different than night at home alone, different than a night on the town. Was it too soon to say he missed you?

Mason looked down at you as you clung to his side, hoping he felt the same way you did. And he did, you just didn’t know that. His fingers slid across your jaw slowly, pulling your chin up to look at him. It was an intense moment, so many different emotions. He’d leaned in and kissed you, it was his parting gift. To say that he’d see you soon enough.

“Enjoy Manchester, I’m sure I can fit another show in somehow.” Mason spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’ll miss you.”

“I’ll miss you too.” You spoke, the car pulling up outside. He’d dragged your suitcases out to the car, popping them in the boot for you. Finally, he stared at you through the window, which you quickly rolled down. “I fancy you, is that the right term?”

Mason laughed, head tipping back slightly. “Yeah, it is. And I fancy you too.”