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ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ tanjiro, inosuke, & zenitsu bf headcanons !! gender neutral reader

the cuties song -> www.spotify.com

𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ tanjiro !!

- literally the cutest ever.

- he’s soso respectful and genuine

- if you want a boy that will genuinely listen to you and how you feel about certain things, get a tanjiro.

- he deserves sm love and he’d definitely put you in his top priorities while also making sure you weren’t getting hurt in the process !!

- he’s a big fan of physical touch, so if you’re also training to be a hashira don’t be surprised when everytime he passes you he brushes his hand up against yours. (HES SO CUTE IMA EAT HIM)

- WILL defend you.

- like if someone’s talking bad about you he’s walking right up to them with no fear

- of course, he isn’t aggressive so he would handle the situation calmly

- “why are you saying that about [name]-sama? did they do something to you?”

- will purposely choose you each time they get to pick who they want to train with, and will get a little jelly if u don’t pick him

- but it’s fine !! as long as he sees you happy he’s happy.

- you’re one of the people he trusts with nezuko during the daytime, and will let you carry her box if you ask

- he enjoys seeing you and his sister spending time together, he feels like you’re genuinely apart of his family

- he finds comfort in you when he’s missing his family, and isn’t ashamed to cry or show his true emotions infront of you

- he likes it when you hang out with inosuke and zenitsu too, but gets a little embarrassed if they act weird.

- like, if zenitsu starts flirting with you or inosuke starts screaming like a grizzly bear

- he knows you wouldn’t judge him though, he just wishes his friends acted cooler around you !! because … you’re so cool !!

- “i want to be with you forever, [name]-chan.”

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𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ inosuke !!

- ohh boy, you got this man’s attention.

- if you seriously got him to like you and date you, you’re the one and you don’t have a choice

- you’re definitely his top priority besides defeating muzan

- like genuinely you’re right up there, you’re over his basic needs like eating and sleeping

- he can get a little flustered if you’re a fan of physical touch and decide to touch him in front of tanjiro or zenitsu

- but he secretly loves it, although he’d never tell you that !! (just kidding, he absolutely would but would make you swear to never tell anyone)

- WILL flex infront of you during training, especially his arm and back muscles. since he’s so flexible he’d show that off too

- “hey babe check this out!” (cue him spinning on his head, crashing into 4 different hashiras and getting in trouble)

- he’d have those moments where he’d just stare at you and gawk, not even in a weird way but genuinely just because he likes you so much

- like you’re so attractive !! and nice !! and… amazing !!

- if you were as flexible and strong as him just know he’d be picking you and training everyday and not hold back

- like he’d throw you over his head and if you lost he’d laugh at you, but if you win and knock him over your head he’d be head over heels

- he loves it when you beat him, which sounds crazy considering the fact inosuke is a pretty sore loser .. but when it comes to you and seeing how strong you are he’s so impressed

- that was one of the main reasons he started to like you

- you’re basically his idol, and that MEANS SOMETHIMG BRO !!!! RAAHGG !!

- i think his love language would be gift giving, hes definitely showing up to the demon corps with a pretty rock he found and putting it on your nightstand and wait for you to notice

- “inosuke! did you get me this?”

- “no”

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𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ zenitsu !!

- such a flirt we already know this

- but, he’s also extremely respectful

- he has pretty bad self control but if he genuinely likes you and who you are instead of just what you look like he’s actually a great guy

- he’s the definition of if he wanted to he would

- like, if you’re sad he’d get you 3 bouquets of roses and the other 3 would be outside because he couldn’t carry them all

- “zenitsuu!! you didn’t have to do that!!”

- “if it’s for my lady/man i’d do anything!!”

- his love language is love in any form

- physical touch, gift giving, words of affirmation

- but omg does this boy needs words of affirmation

- there’s a big part of him that feels unworthy of your love, like - you seriously love him? no way.

- will wake up with a HUGE smile on his face every morning with you being the first thing on his mind

- would beg to share a room with you alone, not for anything weird (although zenitsu is lowkey so weird) he genuinely doesn’t want his friends to see you sleeping (╥﹏╥)

- he gets so jelly over every single thing, like - why do inosuke and tanjiro get to see you sleeping?! in your purest form!! ahhhhh!!

- would pick you every time during training and if you pick someone else he’s begging you to train with him until you finally give in and train with him

- if not and you’re adamant on training with somebody else he’s giving that person a death stare the whole time, no exceptions

- unless you tell him to stop, he’ll try - but he can’t help himself… you’re just so amazing

- he always talks to you about yalls future together and will actually get emotional as he speaks, holding onto your hands as he speaks about how yall are going to have 5 kids and a big house

- “i love you so much [name]-chan!!! i want you to marry me!!!”

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yay that’s it !! thx for reading guys :3 i might do the other hashiras next, but if anyone has any demon slayer requests PLEASE send them in, demon slayer is one of my biggest interests right now and i will go OFF while writing for you guys !! send em in !!

REQUESTS : OPEN

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snoopy of the day

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i rarely ever post here but hey!! have my messi drawing i made in class ^>^

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so rn im writing dibu x leo x depaul…im enjoying it like 2k words already

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might just end up writing cressi like i usually do 😭🙏🏾

hesitating between dibu x leo x rodri love triangle or just dibu x leo…

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hesitating between dibu x leo x rodri love triangle or just dibu x leo…

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Tried drawing Dibu :3

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Hello everyone! My name’s matt and i’m 15 years old! I’m a huge football fan and i love drawing and writing fanfics about them! I never really posted on Tumblr but i kind of want to share my art, so here we go!

I write/draw most of these ships:

-Cristiano x Messi (MY BABIESSSS)

-Antonela x Messi

-Cristiano x Georgina

-Neymar x Messi

-Ramos x Modric

-Depaul x Messi

-Dibu x Messi

-Kun x Messi

(lowkey everyone with messi)

Here’s my favorite tropes!

-Enemies to Lovers

-Alpha/Omega

-Friends to Lovers

Hope you guys will like my posts 🫶🏾

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My Wish

even after a messy divorce with Lionel, he still wants the best for you because he loves you so much

get comfortable, this is long 😋😋

btw, i was gonna pin this with a anon comment but i kinda messed up? #learningtheropes and there might be some errors bc i reread this until my eyes went cross LOLLL

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“I can’t keep doing this Leo, we can’t keep doing this.” you whispered.

Lionel shook his head and reached for her hand. “We can fix this, you know. We can try again.”

Before you could say anything, your daughter bursted in the room but was taken aback at the sight of her parents, tears down both of their faces.

“Mommy? daddy?”

Ripping your hands out of your husbands hands, you wiped your tears before kneeling down to match her height.

“What happened?”

“Nothing happened Jackie, mommy and daddy are just… talking?”

Leo looked at you.

“Yeah, just talking. Where’s grandma?”

The child smiled. “Bathroom!”

Lionel’s mother knocked before entering the room, glancing at you and your husband. She shot you a look before looking at Jackie.

“Sorry,” she muttered. “Let’s go Jackie.”

She took the child and ushered her out of the room and shutting the door behind them.

You stood and turned to him. “And I’m taking her with me.”

If the past year and a half of your relationship didn’t break him, this did.

He stepped closer to you, and looked at you in disbelief. “That’s not fair and you know it, she’s my kid too.”

You closed the gap between the two of you, leaving very little room. “And you haven’t been around for some time Lionel. And I get it. You have a career, you can’t be home all the time. But it’s my dream that’s on hold because I’m the one with her all. the. time.”

He said nothing. You continued, tears gathering in your eyes.

“And it’s every day, a new story pops up and you can’t ever seem to confirm or deny it and you can push me away all you fucking want but it’s not fair for her.”

There was a pause and the both of you were able to hear the three year olds laughter downstairs.

“So I’m taking her and I’m gonna do what’s best for her and me and that kid is not gonna be disappointed by her father anymore because she won’t be waiting up on you all the damn time.”

He scoffed, tears tracking down his face. “So that’s it?”

“I guess.” you moved away from him. “We’re going to court to settle this divorce and don’t you dare, Lionel, bring anyone else in this.”

Twisting the knob, you opened the door and walked out, calling for Jackie.

Lionel stood in the room, hurt and confused. He thought he was doing it all, he was the breadwinner of the family after all. You didn’t work because you didn’t have to. But he had no idea you wanted to actually pursue something.

In a week, you both secretly met up with lawyers and settled the case. You were granted custody of Jackie and Leo was able to see her on weekends and holidays, or anytime he was home after a season.

You moved to the U.S to write and it was going well for you. You were an editor for Vogue and managed to start your own magazine. The magazine soared to heights and you were regarded as a international figure.

Lionel’s career soared and he still invited you and Jackie to all of his matches, even after he met his new wife and had more kids. You tried not to occupy yourself with his life but with the constant sending Jackie over for holidays and such, it was hard.

But for him, he read up on everything. All your articles, the monthly column, all of it.

Antonella said nothing about it, in fact she claimed “she could care less” because she knew her husband loved her and you were over him.

She saw it as a way to keep up in case Jackie brought you up in a conversation. Nonetheless, she loved Jackie and treated the two of you with nothing but kindness and respect.

Right before the world cup started, you released an novel that was a romantic historical fiction. Two and a half years was put into that book and it’s release was a big deal.

The day the books started selling, Lionel made sure to get a signed copy and cleared out his entire day, just so he could read it all in one sitting.

At the end of the book, there was a dedication there and it read, “when you wish upon a star.” Leo read it again three more times.

He ran his finger over the text, thinking about who it could’ve been dedicated to. Not Jackie, your dedication to her was at the beginning. Could it have been for him? Before he could come up with another idea, his wife came from behind and rested her hands on his shoulders.

“How was it?” she asked.

He closed the book and cleared his throat. “Good. She’s a phenomenal writer.”

“I can tell.”

He said nothing, not wanting the wrong thing to slip.

“You still have some love for her?” she asked, moving herself to sit herself on his lap.

His mouth opened and closed, not knowing how to respond to that.

She simply waited patiently. “Baby you can tell me.”

He tore his gaze away from the book and looked at her before shifting his gaze to the wall.

“I mean, yeah. It’s not like I’m madly in love with her or anything it’s just- She’s the mother of my first born, you know. We were married once so yeah a small part of me does love her but not like I love you, you know that.”

She smiled a small smile.

“And I just want the best for her, you know? I want her to achieve and do all the things she couldn’t do when we were together. And I just want her to be happy.”

Antonella wrapped her husband in a small side hug. “You’re a good man and a good father, you know that right?”

He thought back to the time when Y/n had told him when he wasn’t doing a good job with Jackie. That was one of the many hurtful things that were exchanged during their fights and he nodded, a bit unsure.

“I’m serious Leo,” his wife continued. “You’re constantly thinking of others and that’s admirable.”

Lionel smiled, but it wasn’t fully there.

“I’m gonna get lunch ready before we pick Jackie up, m’kay?”

He perked up after hearing that. Before he officially left with his team, he wanted to spend some time with his oldest daughter. She would be staying with her mom for the duration of the World Cup and you were flying out in 3 weeks.

And during the Cup, he barely ever saw you. You didn’t really watch soccer so some games you just found something else to do. It wasn’t anything petty, it just simply wasn’t your thing. While Jackie on the other hand, loved it. She was always there for her fathers games and for the US games.

Lionel did ask you to come to the final game personally.

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You heard a knock on the door and Jackie shot up to get it.

“Hello, Jacks? Sit down.”

She froze and groaned. “Mommm…”

You smiled standing from your seat and going over to the door. “I got it, it’s my room.”

“That dad got us.” she said with a hint of a smile in her tone.

“Please shut up and go to your room.” you laughed.

She rolled her eyes with a smile and trudged to her room. Once you heard the door shut, you opened the door and was shocked to see Leo on the other side.

“Can I come in?” he asked.

You opened the door some more, allowing him in and shut the door, locking it.

He stood with his hands in his pockets and you crossed your arms.

“How can I help you?”

He sighed. “Come to the final game.”

You groaned and moved to sit on the couch. “I really don’t want to, I don’t even watch soccer or football, whatever you call it.”

Lionel sighed. “You have not come to a single one of my games. Maybe only the first one and that’s it.”

Already over this conversation, you rolled your eyes. “Because I don’t watch sports, you know that.”

“Then why are you here?” he asked, his tone getting noticeably louder.

You got up from your seat and walked over to him. “Don’t even think about raising your voice at me, especially when Jackie is in the next room. Don’t.”

“And that’s the thing Y/n, just so quick to say something back.”

You laughed dryly. “And you want to know why I’m here? I’m here because I don’t want our kid to think that I don’t support you and your career and you know what, I can probably bet on my life that you think absolute horse shit about mine since you thought that of it ten years ago!”

His eyes blew wide, remembering what he said all that time ago.

He opened his mouth to say something but stopped when he caught Jackie’s door opened. You turned to follow his gaze and sighed when her door slammed shut.

Turning to him, you said nothing.

“This is not the time and place to talk about this.”

“And all I ask,” he began, his eyes searching yours. “is that you go to the game.”

“Fine. Where would I sit?”

He ran a hand through his hair. “Where the rest of the family would sit.”

Family as in his family and his mother that couldn’t stand you after the divorce.

But you decided to suck it up. “Alright then. I’ll be there.”

He sighed in relief. “Thank you.”

“Vamos Argentina.” you mumbled, smiling.

Lionel smiled back at you. “Vamos Argentina.”

With that, he turned to leave. Before he walked out, he called for Jackie. She hesitantly came out.

“Yes dad?”

He pulled her in for a hug. “I’ll see you okay, be good for your mom.”

She smiled. “I’m always good for her.”

“I’m just reminding you Jacks. I love you.”

“I love you too dad.”

He let her go and nodded at you and left.

And that’s how you were currently sitting in the stands next to his wife with his mom on her other side.

Jackie was in front of you along with her half siblings and she was enjoying herself.

Anton talked to you the entire game which wasn’t all that bad. You personally never had a problem with her and you knew that her and Leo had some past when they were younger so it wasn’t much of a surprise when they got together after the divorce.

You couldn’t deny that she was a good person with a good heart. She loved Jackie and never overstepped. She respected you and your daughter and never failed to include the both of you in everything. You always declined but if Jackie wanted to go, you’d go.

The game was exciting and nerve wracking and once it got to penalties, you were biting your nails. The minute Argentina’s final penalty went in, the crowd erupted.

You flew from your seat and you and Antonella shared a hug, the both of you overjoyed and relieved. The kids were screaming like crazy for their father and when Leo looked in the stands, his heart soared.

Anton led the kids to the field and told you to join but you knew it wasn’t your place. Jackie went down with them and you just went back to the hotel. You honestly didn’t have the heart to watch them be the happy family you could’ve had with Lionel.

Jackie knew you weren’t going to stay so when they were all on the pitch she leaned up to her fathers ear and informed him that she went back. He was a little sad but okay with it. He had asked you to stay for the game and nothing more.

After the ceremony and many pictures later, the team was packing up to go to their home country for a celebration in the streets. Jackie begged to go with them and Leo responded with the typical ‘ask your mom’.

You waited in the hotel room, packing your stuff for the flight you booked in the next two days. The door swung open and you jumped in shock and placed your hand on your chest when Jackie and her father walked in.

“You guys scared me, don’t do that!” you scolded them.

They laughed and Leo nudged her your way. She nudged him back. You raised your eyebrow expectantly.

“Spit it out Jacqueline.”

“Mommy can I please, please go to Argentina with dad for the celebration? I promise I’ll be on my best behavior and Anton and dad said if you say yes, they promise to make sure I’m on my best, please please, please!”

You frowned. “But I just booked our tickets home. I thought we were gonna shop before we leave.”

“Mom, please?”

You glanced at her father and he shrugged.

“Well then, yeah you can go…” you trailed off.

“Yes! I love you mom, you’re amazing and my bag is already packed!”

She gave you a hug and ran to her room to grab her already packed bags and gave you one last hug.

“You’re gonna be alright without me right?” she questioned, looking at the unreadable expression on your face.

You blinked multiple times and forced yourself to smile. “Yeah, just be good okay? Be a role model to your siblings.”

“I knowww.” the teen said. “I love you.”

“Love you too baby.”

Leo tugged her shirt. “Tell Anton I’ll be out in a few okay? Wait with the team downstairs.”

Jackie glanced between the two of you and opened the door where Leo’s family waited. She relayed the message and Anton nodded waving bye to you. The door shut and it was just you and Leo.

Nothings was said as the two of you shared glances.

“My wish came true.” He piped up.

You slowly shook your head. “Um, okay? Your wish?”

He nodded. “Yeah, remember from our honeymoon night?”

It slowly hit you and you smiled. “Oh yeah. I remember now. What was your wish, to win the cup?”

Lionel shook his head with a laugh. “No I dedicated it to you. That was our deal.”

“Mhm. What was it?”

He looked at the ground and looked up at you. “For you to achieve your dreams without any obstacles in your way.”

Your mouth fell open. He continued.

“All I ever wanted was for you to do everything you ever wanted to do. Whether it was with me or not.”

You felt your lip trembling as tears gathered in your eyes.

“Are you serious?” you whispered.

“Dead serious.” he confirmed.

Speechless was an understatement.

“And when you made the remark about your career those few days ago, it pained me so much because deep down Y/n, all I ever wanted was for you to go for it all.” Leo said, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“And to be honest with you, I’ve read every single thing of yours. Every article, every book, anything that had you on it, I read it. It was my way of supporting you.”

Your hands were covering your mouth which was open wide with shock.

“And I’m so proud of you Y/n. So damn proud of you.” he finished with tears in his own eyes.

Nodding, you walked to him and collapsed against him, his arms around you, holding you close. The two of you remained like this for a few minutes.

“My wish came true too.” you mumbled against his chest.

“Oh yeah? Dime.” (tell me) he said against your hair.

“It was for you to reach the top of your own career, winning the world cup and all.”

He pulled away in disbelief. “Really?”

“Yeah.” you nodded with a laugh, wiping his tears.

Both confessions hung in the air.

“Do you think,” he began, before shaking his head. “No never mind.”

You both were too far in to stop now. “No, no, please continue.”

Leo sighed. “Do you think if we had revealed this earlier, our relationship could’ve been saved?”

With a shrug and a sad smile, you shook your head. “I don’t know. Our relationship was way beyond repair, you know that.”

“But don’t you think we could’ve worked it out?” he inquired.

“Yea.” you whispered. “Most definitely.”

It fell silent again, all the different possibilities running through both of your minds. Before he could say anything, his phone buzzed from his pocket. His teammates were ready to go and he sent a quick text saying he’d be down soon. Shoving his phone back in his pocket, he wiped his eyes.

“I’m sorry we ended the way we did Leo.”

“Me too Y/n, me too.”

You ran a hand through your hair, walking to the door. “I know they’re waiting for you so I guess I’ll let you go.”

He followed you and before you opened the door, he held your hand.

“Just know, there will always be a part of me that loves you Y/n.” he said.

“Likewise Leo.” you smiled softly. “I’ll always love you.”

He leaned in and kissed your cheek. “Always.” And with that you opened the door and he stepped out, walking down the hall, too overcome with emotion to say anything else.

Shutting the door, you locked it and went to your room, undressing and slipping into bed. Your hand was on your cheek where he had kissed you and you cried. You were confused at everything, angry with yourself, and happy at the same time for you and him.

His wish for you came true and yours for him.

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stopppp i actually cried writing my own story

i think i might write a full flashback of the honeymoon scene to give y’all some insight behind the wish.

hope you guys enjoyed reading ❤️

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— WORLDS COLLIDE PT. 3

summary: The lie you believed your whole life just fell apart, the person you loved the most let you down once again. Why did you think this time would be different?

note: i really don't know what song to recommend for this part, just play your favorite sad song lol.

@http-isabela love u 😚💞

Indignation.

That's what you feel now.

You have a hard time believing what you see, but unfortunately it is real.

They backstabbed you in front of miles of people.

It wasn't until you arrived in Argentina that you found out about their tweets, all thanks to Anto, who had found out from Jorgelina Cardoso, Di Maria's wife.

After you found out, the players of the Argentina team found out too, Lio told them what happened after Anto told him.

Most are completely outraged by the audacity of your brother-in-law and his wife to make such comments.

All of them are still euphoric for having become world champions less than 2 days ago, and even more so now that they are waiting in Ezeiza to celebrate with the Argentines at the Obelisk.

So right now they do and say things that they wouldn't do at another time.

And you too.

Will you regret of this? Yeah.

Do you care now? No.

Obviously people suspect that the tweets are for Melissa and Jirès (especially those of Enzo and Julián).

If your boyfriend's name and yours was a trend before, now there are even newspaper articles speculating what happened between you two.

And as if that weren't enough, now you have your boyfriend's fans attacking you on twitter, just like when he said he's dating you.

Jirès even had the audacity to reply to your tweet.

You know you were wrong a lot, but is all that necessary?

It's okay that they're mad at you and you understand it. But why increase the hate you're getting?

Why are they treating you like this if two days ago they had dinner with you and told you how grateful they are to have you in their lives?

Did they lie to you or were your attitudes so bad that they changed their opinion drastically?

Even if it hurts you keep seeing the tweets out there about all the drama.

Wonderful.

Now they are relating the songs of your favorite singer with your love dramas.

THEY EVEN MAKE A PLAYLIST. (it's real btw)

You let out a laugh when you saw the songs they chose to "cry over your divorce".

At least they are not criticizing you or judging your actions.

It doesn't make you feel better, but you don't feel worse. That's okay.

You want to believe that's okay.

You arrive at your father's house hours after arriving in Argentina.

Anto insisted so much that you stay with her and the children but you refused, you need to talk to your dad, you miss him so much.

You knock on the door of the house while you see the Argentine flag hanging.

Your father opens the door for you in a matter of seconds and when he sees you he smiles and hugs you.

You smiled slightly as you felt his arms around you.

It feels good to hug him again. And that he is the one who took the initiative makes you happy.

Although deep down in your heart you know that he is hugging you because Argentina won the World Cup and not because you came home after 5 years.

He invites you in and you enter his house.

Everything in the house was the same as when you left, but it felt different.

—Sentate si querés (Sit down if you want) –he says pointing to the couch in front of you.

You nod and sit back watching him do the same.

There is an awkward silence between the two of you until you speak.

—Y... ¿cómo andás? (So... how are you?) –your father turns to look at you and smiles widely.

He's going to talk about football.

—Estoy re bien, hija. Me siento tan feliz, nunca me había sentido así en mi vida, te lo juro. (I'm fine, daughter. I feel so happy, I have never felt like this in my life, I swear.)

He doesn't have to swear for you to believe him, you know he's not lying. He was never this happy.

—Qué alegría, pa. (What a joy, dad) –you smile slightly not knowing what else to say.

You wish you were as happy as your dad, but you can't knowing what you did.

You can't get Kylian out of your mind and how he must be now, a few hours away from his birthday.

You know you have to explain everything to him but you don't have the courage to do it.

What excuse could you make for having abandoned him after not having achieved what he dreamed of all his life?

You come back to reality when you feel your dad's touch on your shoulder.

—¿Eh? ¿Qué pasó, pa? ¿Me dijiste algo? (What happened, dad? Did you say something?)

You hear your dad laugh and see how he shakes his head.

—Te pregunté qué dice tu noviecito por haber perdido (I asked you what "that guy" you're dating thinks about losing) –a mocking smile appears on his face.

"That guy you're dating"? Is that the way he intends to name your boyfriend?

—No sé, todavía no hablé con él. (I don't, I didn't talk with him yet).

—¿No quiere hablar con vos todavía después de haber perdido? Qué idiota. ¿Cómo se llama? ¿Kyle? ¿Kylan? (He doesn't want to talk to you after losing? What a idiot. What's his name? Kyle? Kylan?)

The mocking smile doesn't leave your father's face and that can't bother you anymore.

He doesn't even know his name.

—No es ningún idiota y su nombre es Kylian. Me sorprende que no sepas el nombre de mi novio, con quien estoy hace 4 años. (He's not an idiot and his name is Kylian. I'm surprised you don't know the name of the guy I've been in a relationship with for 4 years.)

Your father laughs mocking your words.

—Kylian, nombre de perdedor en las finales (Kylian, name of a loser in the World Cup finals) –he laugh again.

You frown. He's acting like your boyfriend hasn't hattrick or won a world cup yet.

He's trying to humiliate Kylian and you're not going to allow it.

—Te recuerdo que "ese perdedor" ya ganó un mundial y en su primer intento, y también casi gana su segundo mundial por su cuenta (I remind you that "that loser" has already won a World Cup and in his first attempt, and he also almost won his second World Cup on his own).

Now your father is the one who frowns, surprised by your words.

—Dejá de defender a ese tarado, ese chico no vale la pena, te lo dije millones de veces. Estás haciendo lo mismo que hiciste en 2018. (Stop defending that dumb guy, that boy is not worth it, I told you millions of times. You're doing the same thing you did in 2018.)

You take a deep breath trying to calm down, what is happening cannot be real.

—Te hacías la que querías que ganáramos nosotros para que acá en los medios de comunicación no te dijeran nada, pero seguramente querías que gane ese estúpido que tenés por novio. Y sí, no querías que te pase lo mismo que en 2018, que lo apoyaste a él cuando estaba jugando contra tu país y me hiciste quedar como un tarado. Me traicionaste y me dejaste de lado por tu novio, lo elegiste antes que a mí y no tuviste ni un poco de consideración conmigo (You pretended that you wanted us to win so that here in the media they wouldn't tell you anything, but surely you wanted that stupid boyfriend of yours to win. Of course, you didn't want the same thing to happen to you as in 2018, that you supported him when he was playing against your country and you made me look like a stupid. You betrayed me and dumped me for your boyfriend, you chose him over me and you didn't have one bit of consideration for me).

You can't believe what you're hearing.

—Ese chico te va a dejar por la primera chica que encuentre, no sé cómo duró tanto con vos. Todos los futbolistas son iguales. No me sorprendería si me decís que prefiere el fútbol antes que a vos (That boy is going to leave you for the first girl he finds, I don't know how he lasted so long with you. All footballers are the same. I wouldn't be surprised if you tell me that he prefers football over you).

That was the last straw.

—Entonces estás diciendo que Kylian va a hacerle lo mismo que vos me hiciste a mí (So you're saying that Kylian is going to do the same thing to me that you did to me?)

You feel your dad's stunned look and you let out a sarcastic laugh.

—Según vos él va a elegir el fútbol antes que a mí ¿no? Y me estás advirtiendo. Qué considerado, no querés que pase por lo mismo que me hiciste pasar vos (According to you, he is going to choose football before me, right? And you're warning me. How thoughtful, you don't want me to go through the same thing you put me through).

Your dad gets up from the couch completely angry.

—¿Qué decís, nena? Si a vos te di todo lo que pude para que no te faltara nada (What do you say? If I gave you everything I could so that you didn't lack anything).

You sighed completely frustrated, he doesn't get it.

Obviously he doesn't get it.

—Ya sé y te lo agradezco. Pero siempre hubo algo más importante que yo, no te importaba qué pasaba conmigo ni nada, nunca fui tu prioridad (I know and thank you for that. But there was always something more important than me, you didn't care what happened to me or anything, I was never your priority).

You feel how a lump forms in your throat and tears appear in your eyes.

Your father keeps glaring at you in front of you, as if you just insulted him.

—Siempre había un partido más importante que mi cumpleaños, una práctica más importante que mi graduación. Cuando nací mamá me dijo que te quejaste porque tenías que jugar un partido ese fin de semana y no ibas a poder por tener que cuidarme a mí. Y tenés el descaro de venir a advertirme de Kylian. (There was always a game more important than my birthday, a practice more important than my graduation. When I was born, mom told me that you complained because you had to play a game that weekend and you couldn't make it because you had to take care of me. And you have the nerve to come warn me about Kylian).

Your father does not take his eyes off you.

—Bueno, y decime entonces, ¿dónde está tu noviecito ahora? ¿Te buscó o algo por lo menos o no le importas lo suficiente como para querer saber dónde estás? (Well, and tell me then, where is your boyfriend now? Did he look for you or something at least or does he not care enough to want to know where you are?).

That hurt you.

Kylian hasn't called you.

But you didn't call him either and you should have.

—Él al menos no me llamó gritándome que soy una traidora, que no merezco vivir y que dejé de existir para él como tú lo hiciste (He at least didn't call me yelling that I'm a traitor, that I don't deserve to live and that I ceased to exist for him like you did).

There isn't a single hint of regret on his face, your father looks at you seriously, as if telling you that if he had to do it again, he would.

—Estabas apoyando al enemigo (You were supporting the enemy).

You remember Hiba's words to you during the match.

"You're wearing Kylian's jersey and sitting next to his family as you clap for the enemy."

This whole situation is so similar to 2018 but feels so different.

—Kylian necesitaba mi apoyo y estuve ahí para él. (Kylian needed my support and I was there for him).

Your father laughs sarcastically.

—¿Y por qué estás acá conmigo y no con él? Si él tanto te necesita (And why are you here with me and not with him? If he needs you so much).

You look at your dad and then at your bags.

He's right, for the first time since you were born.

Why are you there with him if the one who really deserves to talk to you is Kylian?

Why did you think your dad would change this time?

Why are you there with him and not with Kylian? How could you get so carried away?

You take your bags under the stupefied look of your dad and take one last look at his house.

The walls still have the same photos of your dad when he played football, it makes you a little sad to remember when you asked him why he hasn't photos of you there.

"It's just that I don't care enough about you".

After saying it, he laughed, implying that it was a joke.

You open the door and walk out of your dad's house.

Maybe it wasn't after all.

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Stockholm Syndrome

Summary: After a relationship going on for years, you find yourself unable to leave when everything suddenly changes and Trent isn’t the same man you fell in love with.

WARNINGS: This (short) series will contain Angst and (light) Smut. Unhealthy relationship (please don’t read if this will affect you), Mentions of Loss, Toxic Trent, D-head Trent.

Word Count: 5.2k

Chapter 3

Chapter 2 here

You weren't sure how long you'd been laying there, idle as he kept his arms wrapped around your torso; bodies practically connected to each other as you fought sleep trying to stay awake, thinking about what he had said to you just a little while before.

By now, the sound of his snores filled the entire room. You had waited to make sure he was actually asleep before moving even an inch, slowing your breathing slightly as you didn't want your movements to disturb him in the slightest and risk having him wake up.

You were ashamed to say that you were scared of him. Scared of what he might do if he caught you; you knew he wouldn't physically hurt you, but with the way he'd been acting recently and the disregard he had towards you and your feelings you weren't so sure. Maybe he would finally have had enough of you - putting both of you out of your miseries and ending it in more ways than one, at least you wouldn't be stuck in this loveless relationship anymore. But who were you kidding? You knew it wouldn't be long until he'd tell you he loved you, was extra loving towards you and you would go crawling back to him, entranced by his part time affection.

You knew he would be fine without you; he'd find a nice girl more naive than you if possible, he'd play around with her the same way he did you for a few years - fuck a few girls on the side. She'd know, but she wouldn't say a thing. Then he'd end up putting a ring on her finger and marrying her when he noticed her getting impatient, knocking her up so she'd stay for good. She wouldn't be emotionally satisfied and embarrassment after embarrassment would follow in the media when his infidelities would be exposed, but she'd convince herself everything was fine for the kids, she'd stay there. It didn't take long for you to realise this was you, he had already trapped you and decided you were his doormat.

You on the other hand? You weren't sure what a life without Trent had in store for you. It scared you to do what you were about to do - and you wondered if it was the right decision as you lay there in distress, head thinking a million thoughts all at once as you thought over it again and again.

Gently, you pried his arms off of your waist, being as slow as possible as you moved half your body from under him, letting out a quiet sigh of relief as he remained sleeping like a baby whilst you sat at the edge of the bed.

You took a long glance over at him; how could someone that had hurt you so much look so innocent right now? His long lashes curled up as his eyes remained shut, and his parted mouth let out snores that would make you laugh once upon a time, unable to help yourself as you smiled at the sight of him, a sight you promised yourself you wouldn't be seeing anymore.

You tried your hardest not to make further noise, tiptoeing around the bedroom to reach for your duffel bag, stuffing every piece of clothing in sight in there, enough for the time being even though you still had no clue where you were going to go.

You put your coat on, walking down to the kitchen where you could freely text Lucy, make her aware of what had happened and Trent's harsh words, there was no way you could let this go, no way you could turn over and go to bed after hearing that - you had endured a lot by him but you did have some self respect for yourself.

Being the night owl she was she replied almost instantly, telling you to come over as soon as possible, and once you got the all clear from her you put your phone away and prepared to leave, reaching for your keys.

'Where are you going babe?' You heard a voice say, shocking you as you turned to see Trent stood there, completely awake with a smirk on his face, as if everything was normal.

You didn't even know what to say, and you didn't have to say anything at all as he already knew where you were going. He was aware this was your great escape, but he was a fool for thinking you would turn over and go to sleep after he told you to leave tomorrow.

'Hm?' He hummed, in a bid to repeat himself as you just stood there frozen, not sure what to say but eyeing the front door next to you whilst you debating opening it, getting into your car and leaving without saying a thing.

'Go back to bed.' You simply said, about to turn to leave when you felt his hand on your wrist.

‘It’s late Y/n.’

'Trent stop.' You insisted, trying to free yourself from his clutch.

'Where are you going?'

'Did you not tell me to leave your house? Do you expect me to stay here like an idiot?' You chuckled.

'You are an idiot Y/n, get back to bed.' He ordered, his grip tightening.

'Trent stop that hurts.' You told him, realising he didn't give a fuck as he harshly stared into your eyes, finally letting you go as you looked down at your now red arm.

'Don't act like you care where I go.' You said to him.

'You're my girl, I'm not gonna let you wander around at night.'

'I was your girl. Not anymore I'm not.'

'You're not leaving me, you can't cope without me.' He mocked, only pissing you off more because you knew it was true.

Nothing came out of your mouth, and you knew he had clocked you staring at the door knob before you rushed to unlock the door, stepping outside hastily to leave.

You didn't even bother to look behind you, you knew he had followed you and that he was faster than you too. You stepped into your car as fast as you could and pressed start, hearing the passenger side click before you had a chance to lock the doors.. nervously looking to your left to see Trent sat right next to you.

'Trent please.' You begged, exhausted and not in the mood to fight, you just wanted him to get out of the car so you could drive away, but you knew how stubborn he was, there was no way he'd listen to you.

'Just drive Y/n.' He demanded, calmly.

'Just go back inside, go back to sleep.' You suggested, gripping the wheel even though you weren't moving.

'Drive. Take me where you’re going at this time.' He said, mocking the fact you were leaving so suddenly.

'Trent go.'

'Drive Y/n.' He repeated, harsher this time as you obliged and began to back out of the drive, going along with your original plan to Lucy's house.

'Don't act so shocked you told me to leave.' You said.

'Do you fucking blame me?' He shouted, as you tried to remain calm with how overwhelmed you were.

'Look, I said something in a fit of rage. You're my wife Y/n, you're not leaving our home.' He told you, and you scoffed at how fickle he was being - just yesterday he told you to get out of 'his' house, you weren't even married yet for him to be calling you his wife.

'I'm not your wife.'

'Not yet you're not, but look at the ring on your finger. Don't forget who gave that to you and how you were dying for it.'

'It doesn't mean anything anymore, nothing you say means anything to me.'

'Yet you're still wearing it?' He pointed out, watching you steadily as you ignored him.

'Tyler's? That's where you were running off to?' He observed, recognising the neighbourhood you were turning in to.

'Lucy said I could come over.' You slammed, parking up outside their house and walking up to their front door, Trent following behind you.

'Don't make a scene Y/n I swear, this has nothing to do with them what don't you understand?' He whispered, cut off by the ring of the doorbell which you did to shut him up.

You were let in by Lucy, who hugged you on the spot as she saw you, startled slightly when she realised Trent was with you, shooting him a sharp stare as she let the two of you in.

'Where's Tyler?' Trent asked, as it was just the three of you downstairs.

'It is 4am..he's asleep.' She told him.

'Would you go wake him up for me?' Asked Trent.

'He's drank a lot, you should let him sleep.' You interjected, not wanting to be alone with Trent right now and aware Tyler should rest after drinking the entire night of his birthday.

'He just texted me, Lucy would you go get him?' Trent argued, making her hesitantly go and fetch him after you gave her a nod to tell her its fine.

'What were you planning on doing here?' Trent asked, laughing as it was comically his brother's house.

'I would have stayed here a bit before I found my own place.' You explained.

'You're not leaving me.'

'I am.'

'You're not.'

'Watch me.'

'How can you leave after everything we've been through?' He said, patronisingly.

'How can you cheat after everything we've been through? After what happened to us last year.' You reminded him.

'You're not fucking leaving me Y/n, for the last time I said it in a fit of rage.' He said, almost scolding you.

'What are yous doing here?' Tyler cheerily said as him and Lucy joined you a little while later, his voice croaky as he'd been awoken.

'You know how these two get, they can't stay a minute away from each other.' Trent said, both of them laughing as you did the same to avoid any tension.

It repulsed you to see everyone acting so normal, but looking back to what Trent had said you realised he was right, this didn't have anything to do with anyone else to begin with, and you soon began to think you shouldn't have involved poor Lucy in the first place.

It wasn't like Trent had training with it being the weekend, and despite a lot of convincing from Tyler, Trent decided against staying the night, taking you back along with him.

You let him drive you both home, and by now the sun had already began to rise, both of you low on sleep as you couldn't help but fall asleep in the passenger seat, only awoken slightly when you could feel someone taking you in their arms, with the sounds of footsteps and doors opening.

You stirred slightly, opening your eyes to realise Trent had picked you up, not wanting to disturb your sleep as he continued to carry you to your bed.

'Trent-.' You called, trying to sit up.

'Shh it's okay. Go to bed you've not slept all night.' He encouraged, surprisingly kind whilst he laid you back down and smoothed over your head with his hands, caressing your cheek - you tiredly obliged.

'Get some sleep.' He whispered in your ear, before planting a kiss on your forehead and leaving you to rest.

You didn't have time to register what had happened, all you knew was that you were an idiot. Trent definitely wasn't expecting you to leave, and the panic must've settled in when you left for Lucy's house - he knew he took it too far this time, and had to tell you exactly what you wanted to hear to keep you on his good side.

You were sick of fighting however, and even though you knew there must be some ulterior motives to his affection in this moment, you didn't have a choice but to accept it. You were more shocked he didn't get mad at you and let out all his frustrations the second you got in the car and were alone. There was nothing you could do for yourself at the moment, and you just had to hope that if he was being genuine with you right then, that it would stay like that.

By the time you woke up it was just after noon, and your phone wouldn't stop going off, displaying dozens of missed calls from Lucy.

You weren't sure what to tell her, certain she was concerned as she wasn't expecting Trent to be with you, and wasn't keen on sending you home with him either. Nonetheless, you had some explaining to do, answering her call immediately.

'Hello? Are you okay?' She asked, and you felt bad hearing the concern in her voice.

'I'm all good, thank you Luce.' You replied.

'You said you were leaving him? Do you want me to come get you?'

'I am, just not yet.' You told her, annoyed with yourself.

'How much longer are you gonna do this?' She wondered, just as sick as you were.

'As long as I have to, don't worry about me.' You explained.

'Is he there right now?' She whispered.

'I'm by myself Luce. We're fine right now, but I'm sticking to what I said, I'm leaving soon.' You sighed, as she sat at the other end of the line not knowing what to say.

'You deserve better Y/n, you can talk to me whenever.' She reminded you, and you agreed but just said bye to her, disconnecting the phone.

You put the phone down, looking around the room to the dystopia you were currently living in. How could everything change so fast for you? You were forced to go about your day as normal, coming to the kitchen to eat, which is when you saw flowers, obviously for you.

'From your Trent x' They said.

They were your favourite too; Purple orchids, which you hadn't seen in so long, it'd been ages since Trent had surprised you with them, the first time being all those years ago back when you were madly in love. You didn't feel any spark looking at them any more; all feeling of hope vanished as they just reminded you of the mistakes he was trying to cover up, trying to bribe your love with old memories, and all those mistakes came running back to you at once, leading you to throw them away immediately in a fit of rage.

You didn't feel satisfied at all after that, having your guilt creep up on you for what you did - how could one man have you feeling so shambolic? His kind gesture was making it increasingly difficult for you to leave, and it wasn't until a few moments later you turned around to see him there, leaning against the door frame watching you.

He saw what you did, and you feared it would erupt into another argument again, just sighing as you covered your face with your hands and leant against the kitchen island.

'Hey, what's wrong?' He said, walking over to where you were stood, holding your head with his hands.

'You don't like these flowers anymore?' He asked, unsure what the problem was.

'I can get you some other ones, no worries.'

'No Trent, the flowers are fine.' You backed, needing him to stop speaking, feeling uneasy suddenly when you realised how strong his gaze was on you right now, and he genuinely looked concerned, wanting to fix whatever the issue was.

'It's not your fault, I just can't go back to normal so fast.' You admitted, unsure how he could be so forgetful of what had been going on.

'I know baby, one step at a time.. There's no rush.' He told you, a smile escaping his lips as he stared at yours, and you wondered if he was going to kiss you.

You hadn't kissed in such a long time, let alone slept together. You started wondering if he didn't find you attractive anymore, but by how much he checked you out you knew that wasn't the case, he just wasn't sure if you'd be into it like him. Besides, after learning he'd fucked someone else you couldn't bring yourself to let him fuck you, no matter how much you craved it.

'What are you looking at?' You said, and you both knew what you were initiating but you were damned if you were gonna do this for him, this had to be on your own terms.

'You're beautiful.' He told you, looking you up and down.

'You haven't said that in a while.' You reminded him, internally blushing but remaining calm.

'Doesn't mean I haven't thought it.' He told you, this time making you smile out in the open.

'I'm sorry Y/n.' He started, leading you to place a finger over his lips, not wanting to hear this again.

'Shhh, not right now.' You whispered, bringing his face closer to you, which is what provoked him to kiss you, properly this time.

'Haven't done that in a while either.' He said, whilst you giggled.

'Fuck me Trent.' You demanded, realising how blunt it was after it came out of your mouth, catching him off guard too.

He just leaned back into you, deeper this time as he held your hair to strengthen the kiss, making you whimper when he backed away to take his shirt off.

Your pants soon followed, and for once he had prioritised you, making you come undone multiple times before worrying about himself, reminding you of the many skills he had. It wasn't until he rubbed against your bare body, about to enter you when you stopped him.

'Where are the condoms?' You asked, still panting from before.

'What for? you're on birth control right?' He asked, confused as you guys hadn't used condoms in years.

'Yeah, but I wanna use condoms.' You simply said, which was when he realised what you meant, stepping away from your naked body spread out on the kitchen island.

'You still don't trust me?' He solemnly said, shaking his head in disapproval as he looked more hurt than angry.

'I'm just trying to be safe Trent.'

'Safe from what? It was a one time thing Y/n. How many times do I have to tell you I regret it?' He said, surprisingly keeping calm.

'I just don't wanna fuck without a condom what's so hard to understand?' You backed, watching him sigh and walk away in frustration as you hurried to put your clothes back on, annoyed by the whole interraction.

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Months went by and you were still together. Was your relationship perfect? No, but was it better than it had been this past year? Absolutely.

You began going to his games again, and Trent's form improved massively, which he swore was because of you - he always called you his lucky charm.

Not only that but you were much more comfortable around each other, you trusted each other and he even gave you his passwords to prove nothing was going on. You were adamant he didn't need to but with how much he insisted you knew he was being faithful without even checking.

This specific night you were both staying in; Trent had picked some horror film he was dying to watch to play in the background as you both unintentionally spent the entire time talking to one another instead, discussing your wedding which you were due to start planning now.

'I don't want to invite that many people though.' You reminded him, finding it adorable how he practically wanted everyone he'd ever interacted with at the wedding.

'Why not? It's gonna be the best day of your life.' He joked.

'Best day of your life you mean? You found yourself a keeper.' You informed him, leaning into his chest to cuddle.

'You're right, some woman you are.' He praised, kissing your cheek before being alarmed by the microwave timer, an indication the popcorn you made was ready.

'I'll go.' He offered, leaping out of your embrace to get it, whilst you picked up his phone that he left, unlocking it to spam his camera, something you always used to do when you were younger - some things really didn't change.

'What's taking so long?' You asked him, wondering why it took him ages to put some popcorn in a bowl.

'Think I'm gonna make the brownie mix, you gonna come help?' He called, from the kitchen.

'Be right there.' You shouted back.

It wasn't until you were content with the pictures you spammed on his phone that you were about to turn it off, startled when it began to buzz unexpectedly.

You tried to silence it, but it was only when you noticed the notification was coming from his private Instagram that you hesitantly unlocked the phone again, unaware what it would be for as you knew he didn't use it much.

You braced yourself as you briefly looked away, not wanting to assume the worse but being so insecure ever since he first cheated, that you kind of had to. You thought you should leave it, that you and Trent were in a good place right now and there's no point ruining it by invading his privacy - he'd been good to you recently, so you weren't sure why he'd have anything to hide.

Now that you had your suspicions however you had to look, you knew you wouldn't be able to sleep peacefully without getting to the bottom of it, preparing yourself as the notifications began to pop up more frequently, displaying message after message from his dms as you opened the app, and the name at the top made your heart sink.

Daisy.

You felt nauseous at the same thoughts re-entering your head. You couldn't do it, you couldn't go through this again. You'd been through so much these past few months, he'd been there for you through it all, you'd been to every home game and he began treating you like his girl again. He dedicated the last goal or two he'd scored to you aswell, always making your initial with his fingers to show you he was thinking of you, thanking you for always being there for him.

You would listen to him every night when he'd confide in you about his performances, about the criticism he got and in return he'd listen to you too. You were convinced you had gotten past this, even allowing him to fuck you bare again. All for what? For him to dog around again after you worked so hard to get past it the first time?

Your brain was thinking a million things at once, and although there was no solid evidence of him cheating, the dms told you everything you needed to know as they proved he had met up with her a few times this past month.

'Y/n, you alive?' Joked Trent, shouting from the kitchen.

'Yeah one sec you get started.' You advised him, wondering what to do now, wondering how he could be acting so careless cooking up brownies in the other room whilst your heart was breaking all over again.

Her: I know you're seeing this, respond.

Her: You can't pretend I don't exist.

Shit. You had forgotten you were still viewing the messages she was sending, and you panicked before you ended up blocking her, unsure why as you knew Trent was just to blame as she was - but feeling extra possessive in the moment, just needing her to leave him alone before you confronted him again.

You weren't sure when you would, knowing for now you had to keep it to yourself, at least until you knew what was fully going on and had enough answers to confront Trent. Why? Because as much as you were dying to punch him in the face, to let him know you knew, he would deny it.

He'd been manipulating you for years, he'd probably make up some story that she wouldn't leave him alone, that she threatened to go to the media so he had to meet her to get her to stop, and you knew you'd believe it like an idiot which is why you needed to catch hm once and for all and put an end to this, for the time being though you were going to act like everything was okay, and you were going to make the brownies with him like any perfect couple would do.

You didn't sleep all night, tossing and turning as your mind was flooded with images of your boyfriend with another girl. It made you feel sick and no matter how many times you tried to calm yourself down, you wondered what he'd look like fucking her behind your back, you couldn’t help it and the more the thought entered your mind the more you had to try not to gag in disgust. You were aware that if someone wanted to cheat they'll cheat, but you wondered if it was your fault. Were you not sexy enough? Did he find you boring? What did she have that you didn't because as far as looks went you were both pretty girls, it was driving you insane to figure out what attracted her to him.

That's when you decided enough was enough, pulling out your phone as Trent remained fast asleep next to you, and having remembered her username you searched her up, typing out a quick message to send to her.

You: Hey, can we talk? I think you know what this is about.

You hesitated to click send, wondering if it was the right thing to do, but you knew there was no other way of getting answers.

Sent.

Seen.

You convulsed at the thought of her reading your message, as this only encouraged you to confront the issue now. Forcing you to get out of this new fantasy world you and Trent had established to be hit with the harsh truth about his ongoing adultery.

Her: We need to talk in person, can you meet me tomorrow?

Not tomorrow, tomorrow was too early to have your peace disrupted. Couldn't this have waited a few days? Weeks? Months even? Maybe you never had to find out, maybe she wouldn't tell you and you could continue on as normal with the man you love - Ignorance really is bliss.

You sent her a message to say yes, asking her about a time and a place, arranging to meet at a coffee shop the upcoming morning, and the whole exchange left you with a terrible feeling, unable to sleep as you watched his peaceful body next to you, your hatred beginning to rise again as you despised how one could pay no attention to his wrongdoings whilst you had to suffer so much.

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Trent had training this morning, leaving you an extra hour to sleep in before you had to wake up and get ready, you weren't sure why you had to look good to go and see her - why were you dressing up to be hit with bad news?

Why were you meeting with her in the first place? You had to promise yourself not to punch her the second you saw her, but this could all be avoided if she could've just told you what you already knew online; Trent had cheated again, end of. Why couldn’t she just send you some videos of the two of them together, some pictures of gifts he probably bought her to confirm your suspicion before she'd hand them in to the papers for a little check. That way you'd be the one embarrassed in front of millions. Him? He'd be praised, what a legend he would be to have his fiancée running back to him over again, ‘So what? He’s only young' they'd say, 'Why's he getting married when he can have any girl he wants?' Another would probably comment, only reminding you of how naive and unworthy you were.

You'd been sat in this café alone for over 10 minutes, the latte in front of you getting cold as you refused to drink it, there was no point as you knew you'd probably throw it up from anxiety after she told you what she'd tell you.

Another 5 minutes passed and her platinum blonde hair and large zipped puffer coat made her stick out like a sore thumb, causing you to recognise her immediately. She slowly approached you to sit on the seat opposite, letting out a big sigh.

'You okay?' She cheerfully asked, vexing you beyond description as you just nodded. Of course you weren't fucking okay, how could you be okay when your life would come crashing down at you whenever it was going seemingly okay.

'Just get it over with, tell me what I'm gonna regret telling you to tell me.' You dispassionately said.

'Before I do, I just wanna say, I'm sorry.' She said, making you chuckle as you couldn't believe her audacity - sure it wasn't solely her fault, but she knew what she was getting into.

'How did you meet him?' You asked her, gulping to get rid of the lump forming in your throat.

'We met at the club, then he took me home when we were drunk to... you know.' She shyly explained, the visual repeatedly appearing in your head no matter how much you tried to get it to stop.

'And then? Did you see him again after that?' You pushed.

'I did, this was about 5 months ago, but it was only for him to give me back my bracelet, he told me he had a fianceé and that it was a mistake.' She told you, and you were surprised at how well her story matched to Trent, maybe he was telling the truth.

'And then of course we bumped into each other in a restaurant a month later, you were there.' She added, taking you back to Tyler's birthday dinner.

'I know all of this, why are you still messaging him? Is there something still going on.' You asked her, desperate for answers.

'Y/n, I'm pregnant.' She hesitantly said, watching as your face dropped even more than possible, and you were sure that regardless of hearing the conversation, everyone in the cafe could tell by the look on your face that you'd been given the worst news of your life.

You remained mute, unsure of how to respond to that as you held back your tears in this public setting.

'H-how far along are you?' You asked, gulping again.

'4 months.' She told you, unzipping the bottom of her puffer slightly and gripping her shirt tightly to show you her growing bump, your eyes pooling at the sight of it.

'When are you gonna tell him?' You asked, voice breaking.

'He knows Y/n.’

‘What?’ You asked, for clarification.

‘He's the one who asked me to keep it.' She revealed, her words acting as poison towards you who couldn't bear to sit there and listen to this anymore.

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Chapter 4 (final chapter) - 17/02/2023

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