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singstaircase · 13 days

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Can we become we?

Summary: Jude wonders, just what horrible sin he committed to deserve a punishment like this– being 'coached' by his teammates on how to become a husband. Not a good one, certainly not a bad one but just a husband.

contains: fluff, crack, implied unwanted marriage, use of the word 'forced marriage', Harry Kane and Ancelotti make an appearance, marriage of convenience or is it?

*Mina is Valverde's partner, Luz is Brahim's girlfriend, Ana/Anastasia is Lunin's partner, Laura is Rudiger's wife and Vanja is Luka's wife.

“Why is she even married to a man like you?”

“She's kind of forced to, Luka.”

Jude finds himself bewildered as his teammates discuss his marriage, a topic that seems to have spread like wildfire among them.

He tries to interject, emphasizing the temporary nature of his marriage but his words seem to fall on deaf ears.

Even more puzzling is how they got the information that he let his wife return to Madrid alone after the last El Clasico.

He didn't, he tries to clarify multiple times but despite his attempts to explain the situation and reassure them, his teammates just don't seem to listen. Now, he finds himself enduring Luka’s lecture on marriage and marital responsibility.

An hour ago, his teammates were oblivious to his relationship status, and now they are judging him for being an ‘awful’ husband.

Jude can't help feeling this sudden annoyance about Brahim and Luz. This is all their fault, probably.

He rubs his eyes as Fede says something to him and though he nods, he only half-heard what was said.

Amidst the chaos, the players fail to notice Ancelotti's arrival until his voice cuts through the chatter.

“Bellingham,” Jude straightens up instantly hearing his coach's voice and everyone falls silent. “Go invite your wife to the bus.”

With a resigned “Yes coach,” Jude's attempt to maintain authority is overshadowed by his teammates' laughter.

“(Name)?” Jude calls out towards the stands, where Luz and (Name) are chatting. She turns to him and he gestures for her to come over.

“Let's,” he starts, his voice faltering for a moment. The idea of leaving immediately crosses his mind, but (Name)'s reassuring smile stops him in his tracks. It's warm and comforting, urging him to stay.

Instead of fleeing, Jude clears his throat and continues. “Let's go home together.”

“On the bus?” She asks and he nods. Her smile grows slightly, and she responds with a soft ‘alright' before darting back to Luz.

Jude watches as (Name) bids farewell to Luz and later Mina before her way back to him. “Let's go,” she says, adjusting her bag and reaching for his hand.

Jude looks down at their intertwined fingers for a moment, feeling a sensation he can't explain, before nodding and walking towards the bus with his wife.

His wife, (Name). It has a nice ring to it.

“Jude move a little closer to (Name), please.”

The second time Arda tells him to do so, Jude sighs.

It was bad enough that he was being ‘coached’ by his older teammates and their partners on how to become a ‘husband’, they didn't need to involve Arda into this too.

As Jude reluctantly inches closer to (Name), he wishes he didn't look over her shoulder.

Jude has no idea why Antonio, of all people, is now involved in his marriage antics. He suspects it has to do something with Laura, Antonio’s wife, taking a liking to (Name).

Jude recalls Laura and Vanja instructions before the photo shoot and he wonders if this is what Antonio is trying to gesture with his eyes.

Reluctantly, Jude obeys, not wanting Antonio or Mina or anyone's warning glances.

He hesitates for a moment before draping his arm around (Name)’s shoulders, feeling her warmth against him. She smiles at him, and Jude can't help but return the smile.

Later, as Jude looks at the photos, he can't deny thinking that they do look cute together.

Only a little bit, he swears.

As Jude wakes from his sleep, he feels the weight of (Name)’s body against his. They had fallen asleep while watching a movie and now, she lies peacefully on top of him.

It had been Luka and Vanja’s idea to organize a movie night. Jude was hesitant about it then but now, as he gazes down at (Name)’s sleeping figure, a warmth blossoms in his chest.

With a soft smile, he wraps his arms around her, pulling her closer, before drifting back into sleep.

Maybe, just maybe, this marriage thing might not be so bad after all.

“Jude Victor William Bellingham, if you don't ask your wife for a dance in 10 minutes, I am kicking you out of this party.”

“It's not even yours, Mina.”

“Shut up.”

Jude wonders just what bad deeds he did to deserve a friend group like this.

He halts in his steps for the fourth time, glancing back over his shoulder, and sure enough, Mina and Luz are still standing there. Mina’s glare doesn't relent, so Jude sighs and continues walking.

As he reaches the entrance of the dining hall, his eyes land on (Name) sitting alone on a table at the end of the room. She looks around from time to time, probably waiting for Luz.

‘What a fantastic friend Luz is,’ Jude thinks to himself sarcastically, ‘leaving her friend all alone after begging her to come here.’

A small smile finds (Name)’s lips as she catches Jude walking over to her.

Jude could run away now, pretending he never saw her. But something about her hopeful smile makes him reconsider.

Taking a deep breath, Jude approaches (Name) and clears his throat. With a shy smile, he extends his hand, remembering Fede’s advice to at least pretend he's interested.

“Would you like to dance?” (Name)’s eyes light up with surprise and delight. "I'd love to."

When they step onto the dance floor, Jude's nerves start to show.

(Name) laughs at his clumsy attempts to follow her steps, but her laughter is infectious and soon, he finds himself laughing along with her.

She guides Jude through the steps with gentle encouragement. “Just relax and let the music guide you,” she says, her voice soft and reassuring.

As they dance, Jude's nerves start to melt away.

With each step, he feels himself getting more confident. Their laughter blends with the music as he twirls (Name) around the dance floor.

She has a nice smile, Jude thinks to himself.

Jude is starting to feel a little proud over his development as a ‘good partner’ and credit for none of it goes to any of his teammates or their partners, he likes to think.

He sits in his car, feeling a sense of accomplishment for being the one to drop (Name) off at work. It was his idea entirely and he totally didn't take the help of the internet for it.

As he parks in front of her workplace, he turns to her. “I'll pick you up at five,” Jude says, trying to sound confident.

(Name) smiles in response and nods at him. Her smile seems to have an effect on him lately, he can't quite explain why.

But then, something unexpected happened. (Name)’s hand freezes on the handle for a moment, before making her next move.

She turns back to him, wrapping her arms around him in a hug. Jude is caught off guard, but he instinctively returns the gesture.

Before he can fully process what just happened, (Name) pulls away and waves goodbye, leaving Jude sitting in the car, feeling dazed yet strangely content.

This felt nice.

Jude If you learned that there's something Katie's wanting for a long time but couldn't manage to get, Would you get it her and would it make a good surprise?

Harry I would and it would. Why are you asking?

Jude So, hypothetically if I had a missus and I was you and my missus was Katie in this scenario, I should get it for her cause it would make a good surprise, right? Hypothetically.

Harry Yes, hypothetically.

Jude Thanks.

Harry You have a missus? Jude?

(Name) isn't sure when was the last time Jude looked this nervous. It's a side of him she doesn't see often, not even during the most high stakes of games.

As she approaches him, she can't help but recall the way he had looked at Vanja's birthday. The same nervous energy seems to radiate from him now.

“What is it?” (Name) asks gently, her smile reassuring Jude, who visibly calms down.

Jude closes his eyes, taking a deep breath before opening them again. He takes (Name)’s hand and in a swift move, places a small box in her palm.

(Name) looks at him curiously, then starts to open the box. As she lifts the lid, her expression turns to one of shock.

“I um,” he begins, rubbing the back of his neck nervously, “I heard from Luz that this is something you've been wanting for a while but the tickets weren't available. So, I…” he trails off, waiting for her response.

When she remains silent, Jude calls her name, growing increasingly worried the longer she stays quiet.

When he calls her name again, (Name) suddenly hugs him, taking Jude by surprise.

His heart races and soon, a smile spreads across his face. He wraps his arms around (Name), feeling their heartbeats syncing.

“Thank you so much Jude,” (Name) whispers into the embrace.

They stand there, held in each other's arms. Reluctantly, (Name) eventually pulls back, a shy but content smile playing on her lips. What she does next stuns him once more.

(Name) gently holds Jude's face and plants a tender kiss on his cheek before leaving the room.

Jude touches the spot where her lips met his cheek. A smile graces his lips as the sound of (Name)'s excited voice reaches his ears from the other room.

He won't mind this happening often.

Luka Did you get a ticket for (Name)?

Jude No.

Luka Why

Jude I don't know?

Mina what does ‘I don't know’ mean?

Jude It means I didn't get one for because I don't know if she likes the band.

Ana you don't know what your own wife likes?

Jude you make me sound like an awful husband, Ana.

Vanja No offence but you sound like one Jude.

Jude Unbelievable. I just remembered, (Name) doesn't even like the band.

Brahim He is lying. Luz says (Name) loves them Luka Jude. Vanja Jude. Mina Jude. Ana Jude.

Jude All of you are going to believe Luz over me??

Mina I mean Luz is her best friend and I don't see why she would lie about something like this

Jude ugh. Fine. I got tickets for her. Happy?

Luka Did you?

Luz He did. (Name)’s been telling me for the last few minutes how happy and excited she is.

Jude She is?

Luz yes, very happy and excited. Good job Jode *Jude 👍

The moment Jude turns to the stairs, he feels his breath catch in his throat.

There (Name) stands, at the top of stairs with Mina, her smile lighting up the room in a way that makes everything else seems dim in comparison.

For a moment, Jude is frozen in place. It's as if time stands still, and he can't help but marvel at her beauty.

He feels a warmth spread through him that he can't quite explain.

Fede, Brahim and Luz, who were joking and laughing just moments ago, fall silent as they see of Jude's reaction.

“Jude, are you alright?” Brahim asks with a teasing grin. Jude can only nod, unable to tear his eyes away from his wife.

“Looks like someone's in love," Luz chimes in with a chuckle."

"Yeah, dude, you're making us look bad with all that romance," adds Brahim and nudges him playfully. “And you are supposed to be the awful one at romance!”

“Wow,” is all he can manage, making (Name)’s smile wider.

Jude finally manages to tear his gaze away from (Name) to glance at his friends, who are all watching him with amused expressions.

"She's just...wow," Jude manages to stammer out.

His friends share knowing looks and teasing smiles before Brahim claps him in the back. "Go on, then. Don't keep her waiting.”

(Name)’s lips curl up as Jude finally gathers himself and makes his way towards her. “Hi,” he manages to get out.

“Hey,” (Name) replies.

After a brief pause, Jude musters up courage. “You look…beautiful,” and before he can stop himself, the next words come tumbling out. “So beautiful.”

(Name) continues to smile at him and extends her hand and gestures for Jude to take it.

Jude takes a breath in to calm his racing heart and smiles.

“Let's go.”

Later, when (Name) rests her head on Jude's shoulder at the end of the concert, he doesn't feel the annoyance he would have months ago.

Instead, a smile finds its way to his face as he pulls (Name) closer to him.

Maybe, just maybe, he thinks to himself, he and (Name) can be something special.

One day. Maybe one day.

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Those that go knocking on forbidden doors often find the one who guards it – Dominik Szoboszlai

Summary: Dominik suffers the consequences for killing the one he should not have hurt. But maybe there's still hope left for him

Warning: Blood, violence, nightmare, death, disturbing imagery and description, implied mentions of religious elements and of course angst

Well this took a turn I did not expect. Now there's a cult, decades long conspiracy, a century old man and the devil possibly involved

Can be read said a part 2 of If there is something after hell.

Major spolier alert for the game "Faith: the unholy trinity"* If you haven't played the game, I highly recommend playing it.

(Name) smiles at him, so loving that for a moment the pain subsides. For a moment, Dominik forgets she is plunging the knife deeper into his heart.

Dominik turns and is faced with a distorted version of (Name). It has a gaping bloody hole where the face should be. It can't be her. Suddenly, a hand reaches out from it and pulls him inside.

Dominik turns around and is met with his reflection in the mirror. He's holding onto a key that he can't remember. The reflection has an eerie smile as it brings the key closer to its face.

Without a thought, Dominik jams the key into his eye. Blood starts to pour out and turn the floor black. As he stumbles back, the room suddenly turns dark.

“Priest…” someone whispers into his ears. The voice sounds familiar, the voice sounds like Ga–

Before Dominik can grasp the thought, the air around him thickens with an ominous presence. A figure materializes in the darkness, draped in crimson robe. Just as the figure is about to make contact with him,

Dominik returns to reality with a gasp. Beads of sweat cover his forehead as he frantically scans the familiar surroundings. The clock's hand is ticking away at 8 in the morning, meaning he'd have to spend another day with only four hours of sleep.

Another nightmare, he sighs to himself. Frustration hangs heavy in the air as Dominik buries his face in his hands. Why is this happening to him? This is the…he has honestly lost count on how many times she keeps haunting him. He's lost count of the sleepless nights at this point.

Nothing seems to work; instead, the nightmares persist and evolve. Everything feels like a nightmare now, sometimes he isn't even sure if what he sees is in reality.

He still sees her in the house, just standing in the corner and watching him. He can't tell anymore what's real or not. It's like someone is trying to show him something. Like she's still out there somewhere, trying to communicate with him.

With a sigh, Dominik reaches towards his bedside desk and pulls out a journal. He's been trying to write whatever he can recall from his nightmares. Seemingly trying to make sense of this nothingness.

Day-???

I think I am going crazy. I still see her and it doesn't feel like a dream anymore. In my ‘dream’, she told me not to be afraid. In my ‘dream’, she hugged me. When I woke up, it felt real. Too real.

Day-???

I was in the bathroom when I looked up at the mirror. I didn't see my own reflection but (Name). She was looking at me with something I can't quite decipher. It wasn't sadness or anger. But it wasn't a look a human gives you either.I woke up after that.

Day-???

I think I shook hands with the devil. He looked like a long lost friend.

Day-???

She smiled at me today and I smiled back.

I didn't wake up after that.

September 21

There were new kids at the training today– Conor Bradley and Bobby Clark. Boss seems to like them. Everyone says this is the first time they've been here but I swear. I swear I have seen them before.

In my house.

September 22

I didn't have any nightmares today.

Day-???

Bradley and Clark are weird. Whenever I look at them, I see (Name) nearby. Before I only used to see her in my home. But ever since these kids have come here, I keep seeing her here too.

I don't think these are my nightmares anymore.

Day-???

Isn't it weird now I am having nightmares about something that never happened?

I was in this old house in the middle of nowhere and so was (Name). Of course she was there. But she didn't look like her, it was almost like something was ___ her.

Right in front of my eyes, she ___ someone with their own ___. I have never felt more scared than that moment. I ran to the basement and she chased after me. I called God, anyone, anything to get me out of here.

Then out of nowhere, a figure in white appeared. I begged the figure to let me leave alive. It gave me a choice.

Stay here and try to save (Name) or leave but that would mean ___ (Name)’s soul forever. I was so scared, I just wanted to get out of that place. So, I __. I agreed to ___ (Name)’s soul.

I got out alive. I woke up in the hospital.

Two days later, the police said they found a body that matches (Name)’s description.

Why did that feel so real?

Dominik's sigh lingers in the quiet aftermath of his journaling session. His eyes remain closed momentarily, when the familiar chime of the doorbell cuts through the silence.

A brief pause envelopes the room as Dominik hesitates getting up. The doorbell echoes again, demanding a response. Another sigh escapes him as he rises from his place.

His house is quiet now and Dominik hates it. He hates the silence, it feels as if the silence itself is always mocking him.

Upon opening the door, he finds no one. Just as Dominik's about to close the door,a subtle touch at his feet halts him. He glances downwards to discover a newspaper lying at his doorstep.

In any other circumstance, he would've ignored it but the headline captures his attention with a grip that refuses to release him. The words on the front page bring back a painful truth, a stark reminder of the past he desperately wants to bury.

He should go back but an unseen force seems to guide his movements. Something, inexplicable and compelling, makes Dominik pick up the newspaper. He feels compelled to read on, as if an unseen hand is guiding his eyes across the paper.

Liverpool mourns the death of (Name) Alexander-Arnold Szoboszlai

West Derby, Liverpool

S̵̨̗͇̰̭̻̟̣͖̣̟̻̱̻̬̟̘̦̹͇͛ͦͩͫ̿͑͑̇͛ͥ̀H̶̴̡̹͔̘̠̦̆̒̄̄͒͆́̄ͭ̚̕E̷̸͒̿̃̓ͣ̐͌̏̍̾̄̆҉̜̰͖͇̜̘ͅ ̨̬͔̺͍̹̤͉̰̫̝̺͇̭̙̩̻̆ͭ̑̽͒̽ͯ̏̌ͬͫ̀̀Ȉ̶̸̻̱̼̝͆͒̎ͯ͛͆̾̈́̔̓̽͆͜͞S̷̴̯͕̞͈̥̝̥̝̙̩̠̳̍̀͆͋̅ͨͦ͐ͨ͑͛̎̐̿͘͞ͅ ̖͖͈͔̳̬̭̰̰͓̘̤͕̘̽ͦ̆̃̂̃̑́̔̂͟H̸̛̏̓̂̋̓̉ͤ̃̑̍̓̿ͫ̋́ͮ̃͡҉̦̤̘͉̣̥̳̟̠̘̼͈͖̝̳̠E̛̝̱̞̝̻̻̓̒̍̏̒͊͑ͬͮ͗̃̌ͭ́̄̈́͒̇̀R̸̵̿ͭ̋̓̐͘͟҉̗͎̦E̵̲̥̩̭̜͚͇̱̻̙̱͈̟̫̳̬͗̐̂ͭͥͮ͜͞͝ ̰̰̝̟̲̤̲̗̬͙̼͙̤͓͌̈́ͨ̀ͪ̓̿̈́̀̈́ͩ͋̌͛͒̆̐̕͠ͅD̸̵̛̞̥̹̮̲͇̝͉͚̫̙̲̠͙͎̱̄̂ͫ͐̀͡O̢͍̠̖̣̖̗͕͓̳͓̜̱͙̹̽̍̋͂͆͂ͭ̈ͦ͘͢ͅM̧̙̬͚̱͓͑̇̈́̑ͪ̀ͬ̎͐͒ͬ̄͑̐̉̚͘͞I̢̢̮͕̘̱̹͇̔̒͐ͧ͑́͟͠Ń̐̅̿ͤͮ̚͏̷̦̩̼̺̥͈͞͡I̴̵̵̴̺̜̠̼̺̱͖̱͓̻͇͔͖͙̮͈͑̔͑̀̌ͤͪ̋͑̿̾ͨ͠Kͦ̇̿̈͌͑̐̂̔ͮͭ̊̉̚̚҉͍̤̞̖̜̟̟̤̦̰͕͚͇̖̥͚̀͘͝ͅͅ ͦ͗ͯ͆̒ͫ͑̑̂͊̑̚͏̨̝̱̮̩͇͓͙̭͕̭̖̝̼̩̤

West Derby observed their three day long community wide mourning for the slain ____.

The body of (Name) Alexander-Arnold Szoboszlai was discovered in the woods outside of West Derby last week, in what authorities are calling a ritualistic murder.

Police report that she was apparently stabbed multiple times in the throat and beheaded before being killed in a paganistic ritual. Pandemonium regnat. Her body was partially burned as well. A body part is said to be missing, although authorities would not specify which one.

An investigation is ongoing into the mysterious disappearance and subsequent death of (Name) Alexander-Arnold Szoboszlai. A month into the probe, any official comments on the case have been declined. Trent Alexander-Arnold, the English and Liverpool right-back and brother of the deceased, has publicly pointed fingers at Dominik Szoboszlai, his clubmate and husband of (Name), accusing him of murder.

Dominik Szoboszlai's team has swiftly rejected these serious allegations. Despite the team's unequivocal denial, the Hungarian footballer himself has yet to make any public comments on the accusations.

Authorities are urging people of West Derby not to mourn the death of Alexander-Arnold Szoboszlai because, after all, she was a degenerated devil-worshiping thug who was hooked on crack cocaine and hated her parents.

Why even conduct an investigation at all? That's what you would like them to think, wouldn't you Dominik? You actually did the community a favour when you found her in that house. You stalked her through the forest and dragged her into the house. You ignored her cries for help, her pleas for mercy. You put holes in her ruined drug addict body and then you chopped off her heads because everybody knows that removing the head is the only way to kill a snake. Well guess what? YOU DIDN'T KILL THE SNAKE, DOMINIK. YOU CANNOT KILL WHAT CANNOT BE KILLED. THOU SHALT NOT RAISE UP WHAT THOU CANST NOT PUT DOWN AGAIN. THOU COULDST NOT KILL (NAME); THOU SHALT NOT DESTROY MY WORKS FOR THEY ARE THE WORKS OF THE ETERNAL DRAGON. EVEN NOW SHE IS AT THY DOOR. HER HAND IS AT THY THROAT, YET YOU SEE HER NOT. I WILL HAVE THY SOUL FOR I AM THE G O D O F T H I S W O R L D

I AM HERE, DOMINIK.

His hands, already shaky, grasp the newspaper with a desperate urgency. As Dominik reaches the final lines of the article, a cold shiver courses down his spine.

Suddenly, the newspaper dissolves into a pool of blood. As Dominik recoils with a scream, his frantic attempts to distance himself makes him stumble in every step.

A red creature starts to emerge from the bloodstained remnants of the article. Dominik's heart pounds in his chest as he retreats, his eyes locked in a terrified gaze on the creature before him.

As the creature lets out a scream, his terror reaches its peak. With a sense of impending doom, Dominik braces himself for the worst. But as soon as it appeared, the creature vanishes into nothingness.

Blinking in disbelief, he finds himself face to face with Conor and Bobby. The sight of the boys covered in blood and ethereal light sends a jolt of confusion through him.

“What a–”

The sentence dies on Dominik's lips as an unseen force starts to drag him backwards. Panic surges through him and his efforts to break free goes nowhere. The touch is surprisingly gentle yet he can't bring himself to remove it. It feels familiar.

Soon, he's thrust into a room and the door slams shut. As the figure turns, Dominik's breath catches in his throat. His eyes widen in disbelief as he stares into the face of (Name).

Nightmarish sounds begin to seep through the door as (Name) draws closer to him. As she sits before him, Dominik finds himself unable to look away. Her touch, light and gentle, sends a shiver down his spine. And he can't help leaning into her touch.

“(Name),” he says tenderly, intertwining their hands. Her sad smile tugs at his heartstrings. With a gentle touch, Dominik tries to reassure (Name) but her gaze remains fixed on the door.

“There isn't much time,” (Name) murmurs. With a swift motion, she retrieves a necklace. She places it close to her heart, muttering some sort of silent prayer.

As she places the necklace into Dominik's trembling hand, a wave of inexplicable calm washes over him. (Name) draws Dominik's face closer and her lips press gently against his forehead in a tender kiss.

“Do the right thing, Dominik,” she whispers like a last goodbye. But before he can ask what she means–

Dominik wakes up and he has never felt more exhausted. With a resigned sigh, he reaches for his phone. Alexis has been pestering him for months now to talk to Dr. Martin and today, he finally caves in and gives him a call.

Dominik's the last one to arrive at the training and he's just glad Jurgen isn't angry at him for that. He supposes the bags under his eyes are a dead giveaway of the nightmares.

For some reason, Conor and Bobby look different to him. The usually hyper boys, are now looking at with a mixture of pity and concern. He can't shake the feeling that they know something he doesn't.

The big red marks on both Conor and Bobby's arms, same as his, doesn't escape Dominik's eye.

As the training wraps up, the sun begins to descend. The sight that greets Dominik when enters the dining room is the last straw. The once familiar room is now a scene of chaos and destruction, with shattered glass littering the floor and torn curtains hanging in tatters.

Shock overwhelms Dominik as he staggers backwards. He's caught by Conor and Bobby's arms in time. The status of the wall is what terrifies him the most. It wasn't a dream, it was real. All of it.

In what seems like red paint, it says,

“THOU COULDST NOT SAVE (NAME), THOU CANST NOT DO THE RIGHT THING, DOMINIK”

“We had a deal, Mr. Szoboszlai.”

“I have no idea what you mean, Mr. Miller.”

“I promised you that I'll help you gain whatever achievement you desire and in turn, you will help me by providing ‘donations’ for my clinic and apartment complex.”

Dominik wants to laugh. “You think you were the reason I won everything?”

Gary's smirk flutters Dominik's amusement. “You think your broken leg was repaired overnight without the assistance of an unworldly being?”

“I suggest you leave now with dignity, Mr. Miller. Before I call the security.”

“You are going to regret this Dominik Szoboszlai.”

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singstaircase · 4 months

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Bring her back to life😭😭

Can’t have trent suffering aswell

Make an alternative ending where she is actually alive but hiding away or something jekdjdjdlkd

I am have sequel in mind that might not have her back alive but have Trent be not sad anymore sjksdjkd

But if I get any idea, I'll try to make an alternative ending 🫶

#💌#thank you for the ask!#and thank you for reading the fic!

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Your fic was too good it hurt so much 😭😂

That was the intention 😉 but I'm glad you liked it ☺️

#💌#thank you for the ask!#and thank you for reading the fic!

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how did she die in the story ? 😭

Honestly, it's kind of up personal interpretation. But in my head, there's two ways she dies. The first one I won't reveal now because I want to right a sequel to it that includes the first idea. The other is she saw something she wasn't supposed to, went missing and got killed for that.

#💌#thank you for the ask!#and thank you for reading the fic!

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singstaircase · 4 months

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If there's something after hell, I'll meet you there – Dominik Szoboszlai

Summary: Dominik completes his wish of having his wife disappear

Warning: Violence, blood, death, cheating, swear words

First time writing something like this. English isn't my first language sooo apologies and I hope you enjoy!

(Name) can't breathe. She feels suffocated being in the same place as him.

As their cabin comes within viewing distance, she cannot bear another moment with him. She opens the door and steps out, the anger and pain evident in her every step.

Dominik's desperate voice calls out, “Wait!”. Yet (Name) doesn't stop. He scrambles to park the car but by the time he's done, (Name) has already vanished into the cabin. He sprints to catch up as the cabin is lit up from the inside.

Inside the cabin, Dominik's eyes lock onto (Name) ascending the stairs. “(Name), please,” he pleads, desperately attempting to bridge the growing distance between them.

(Name) enters their room in a hurry and Dominik follows suit. Gasping for breath, he watches his wife put clothes into a bag.

“Please let me just explain–” he says while walking towards her. (Name) looks up, trying to blink the tears away. “Alright, go ahead. Explain then.”

“Go on, explain” she insists, disappointment evident in both her eyes and voice. But Dominik remains quiet. His inability to answer leaves a void where explanations should be.

“Got nothing? I figured,” she says, brushing past him and towards the door.

He rushes after her, desperation pushing him to catch up. His hand finally closes around both of hers, halting her steps. And for a brief moment, she hesitates, listening to his pleas.

“Just listen to me ple–” Dominik pleads, his voice cracking with emotion just for one chance. But before he can continue, (Name) frees her hands away from his grasp. She strikes him with a sharp slap.

Dominik's eyes drop, unable to meet hers. He feels the weight of her anger, the impact of her hatred for him. He wants to explain, to make amends, but the words fail to escape from his lips.

(Name) runs a hand through her hair, trying to collect her thoughts amidst the emotions raging within her. When Dominik dares to look up, he sees the raw pain in her eyes– one that he caused. He hurt her, not once but twice and that realization hits him.

(Name) suddenly lunges towards Dominik, catching him off guard. She grips his collar tightly and shakes him by the fabric.

“No, you listen to me,” she says, seething with fury, “is she prettier than me? Does she satisfy you more than me?”

Her words shake him to the core. Guilt floods his vein, his heart heavy with remorse for causing her distress. But Dominik remains silent, not daring to answer. Because he doesn't have one.

“Answer me. I said answer me!” Her voice trembling with anger and hurt echoes in the room.

“I won't!” He yells back, holding her hands that are angrily clutching his collar. (Name) looks at him with unexplainable emotion and Dominik's certain he sees moisture in her eyes.

She releases her hold, shoving him in frustration. Dominik stumbles, crashing against the nightstand before falling to the ground.

As (Name) takes the opportunity to grab her phone and bag to leave, Dominik struggles to rise, wincing in pain. He chases after her, trying to reach the end of the staircase as fast as he can. He pleads for her to stop, finally managing to make it to the end despite his discomfort.

(Name) stares at him, a flood of emotions crossing her face. “Stay back!” (Name)’s voice echoes as she comes near the table. When he persists in following, her eyes fall on a glass bottle nearby. Without a thought, she smashes the bottle and points the broken sharp end first at Dominik and then points at herself. “I said stay back or I'll stab myself!” (Name) warns, a mixture of fear and anguish in her eyes.

Dominik's eyes widen and he raises his hands up. “Okay, okay,” he says, slowly backing away, “just drop the bottle”

“Who was she?” (Name) demands, voice trembling with hurt and anger. “Is she the same one as before?”

He looks down, unable to meet her eyes and mumbles, “No…this one's name is Evana.”

(Name) shakes her head in disbelief. “It took you 3 weeks to remember my name but look at you remembering the name of someone you just met! Unbelievable.”

Dominik winces at her words, the truth stinging more than he expected. He tries to defend himself but no words come out.

“Fuck you, man. Fuck you. You don't deserve me, you sad excuse of a footballer.”

“Shut up you fucking bitch,” Dominik suddenly yells out, shocking (Name) and causing her to gasp. Everything she said is true and he deserves it but can't she be a bit nicer about it? Can't she see he's trying?

“Oh I am the bitch?” Her grip on the bottle tightens. She throws a glare at the Hungarian and scoffs. “You're the one who's shit at their job, you're the one can't who can't play football, you're the one going around cheating on your wife.”

Dominik's expression shifts again, from frustration to anger this time. “Oh yeah? Maybe if you weren't such a bitch, I wouldn't have to cheat on you”

(Name) slaps him again. Her words, a blur to Dominik as his eyes watch his wife gathering her belongings.

She puts her coat on and walks towards the door. As she unlocks the door, a final glance is thrown at Dominik and she utters, “Don't come after me.”

“Wasn't going to,” he mutters, a little louder than intended. (Name) freezes in her tracks and looks at him with a venomous gaze. “Fuck you,” she says, he can feel the hatred of her words. And it hurts him but he's not going to show that, not in front of her.

“Yeah, well fuck you too. I wish that you'd just disappear!” He shouts as the door slams shut in front him. The echoes of her footsteps start to fade away until there's nothing. (Name)’s gone. Forever.

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Dominik doesn't even know why he did that. He was happy, she was happy, “the perfect couple” like all the tabloids described them. No one makes him feel like she does, then why did he commit such a big betrayal of trust?

He shakes his head while changing the channel. No, all this can't be his fault, he thinks inwardly. So, he redirects the blame onto (Name) in his mind. Afterall, if he doesn't put the blame on someone else, it would mean he's to blame and he can't let the guilt of that consume him.

Dominik attempts to divert his attention to the TV, trying to erase (Name) from his mind. He convinces himself that a simple apology in the morning will mend everything.

As the movie ends, Dominik's gaze falls on the clock. Past 2 in the morning and (Name) hasn't returned. Concern begins to seep in but the pride that defines Dominik Szoboszlai stops him from taking any action. If it didn't hurt his ego, he would've left everything and gone out for her by now. But he's Dominik Szoboszlai, he isn't going to lose an argument to his wife.

Instead, he heads towards his bedroom and commits the biggest mistake of his life.

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Dominik wakes up the next morning with a pounding headache. He turns to the other side to greet (Name) only to find it empty.

Panic sets in as he searches the entire cabin and surrounding areas but no trace of (Name). In a desperate attempt to locate her, he calls her number only to discover that her number is non-existent.

In a state of disbelief, Dominik rubs his eyes and checks again.

Nothing. No sign of (Name), no reachable number.

The sense of helplessness washes over him as he dials (Name)’s number from memory. Yet, no one answers.

Dominik frantically searches for (Name), inside the cabin, outside, everywhere. He finds himself standing inside the empty, desolate house again. The silence is deafening.

Near the backdoor, he catches a glimpse of (Name). He races towards her and it feels like the ground seems to stretch endlessly.

“(Name)!” he cries out, desperation lacing his voice.

As she turns around, Dominik is met with a horrifying sight .

There stands (Name), covered in blood and a deep cut on her throat.

In a state of panic, Dominik tries to put his shaking hands on top of the wound but (Name) forcefully stops him. She grabs his hand with a force unlike anything human and pushes it away. She then grabs his collar, triggering the haunting memories and filling him with regret for not going after her.

“Why didn't you save me?” It's (Name)’s voice– anguished, pleading and distant.

“Why did you kill me”

“Dominik Dominik Dominik…”

“...Do…Dominik!”

With a jolt, Dominik wakes up. Gasping for breath, he clutches his chest. A glass of water appears before him and he drinks it without a second thought. He takes a moment to steady himself as the remnants of the nightmare linger. Guilt washes over him as he opens his eyes and confusion follows when he finds Alexis Mac-Allister besides him.

Alexis looks at him with concern, still holding onto the glass in front of Dominik. What is he doing here? And where's (Name)?

“Why are you here?”

Taken aback, Alexis responds, “You told me to stay here last night. Don't you remember?” Dominik attempts to recall but nothing comes. There's just hollowness and pain in his mind that he can't explain.

“Where's (Name)?” Alexis gives him that look, that look that everyone has been giving him and he hates it. He remains quiet and Dominik decides he has enough of this pity. Hastily, he leaves the room, a concerned Alexis following him.

Dominik frantically searches the entire house, calling out for (Name). He checks inside the house, outside, everywhere but doesn't find her. When he returns to the dining room, the absence of something important registers. The picture from him and (Name)’s wedding, the big one hanging on the wall is gone. A chill runs down his spine and fear begins to consume him as he realizes that something is very very wrong.

“Dominik!” Alexis calls out, finally grabbing his attention. With a shaky voice, Alexis says, “(Name)’s gone.”

The words hit Dominik like a punch to the gut. Panic sets in and he immediately tries to get rid of the horrible thoughts forming inside his brain.

“Where? Her brother's house? I have to go there.” He has to apologize. Alexis intervenes, physically stopping Dominik from rushing out.

Dominik doesn't even realize there's tears building in his eyes as he turns to his friend again.

“Dominik!” Alexis shakes him by the shoulder, trying to bring him back to reality.

“(Name)...(Name) died when you,” he hesitates, carefully choosing his next words, “She died last month. We attended her funeral, remember?”

The room suddenly feels cold as the words reach Dominik's ears. Alexis looks with a look that shows nothing but remorse. He hugs him in an attempt to offer some form of comfort.

“No…no you are lying,” Dominik says, trying to free himself from the embrace, “she's just at, she's–” he parts his lips, struggling to complete the sentence.

Dominik collapses onto the floor in despair. Reality crashes down on him as the fragmented memories from that fateful day hit him– the anguished look on (Name)’s face, her tear stained face, the agony of betrayal in her eyes, words that he never meant, the regret, the sound of the door closing, the sound of pacing in and out of the cabin in fear, the red light and yellow tapes, the missing posters, the haunting message and finally, the phone call.

“Mr. Szoboszlai, we have found a body that matches the description….”

‘Baby, I am glad you're not here. I love you’

Dominik stands before (Name)’s grave, the air thick with sorrow and remorse. He carefully kneels down and places fresh flowers by her headstone.

Daffodils. Her favourite ones.

As he gazes at the engraved letters of her name, his voice trembles as he begins to speak softly.

“I am so sorry for every moment I wasn't there, for every promise I couldn't keep. I am sorry for not going after you that night. I am sorry for not finding you sooner.” His words echo in the silent cemetery as tears stream down his face. “I wish I could turn back time, make things right but I can't.”

“Please forgive me (Name),” his voice falters as he feels the weight of his mistakes crushing him, tearing his soul apart.

“What are you doing here?”

Dominik's heart sinks as he recognizes the voice. He keeps his eyes closed for a brief moment, trying to find composure before slowly getting up and facing the new company in front of him.

“I came to pay my visit,” he responds quietly. His presence alone is enough to make Dominik feel like an intruder in this sacred place. “I miss her, Trent.”

He understands Trent's resentment; he has hurt (Name) deeply and Dominik knows Trent sees him as the main reason for his sister's pain.

Trent's scornful words cut deeper than any physical wound.

“Oh how considerate of you. To miss her after she's gone.” There's a mocking tone lying underneath Trent's words and Dominik feels his jaw clutch. He swallows hard, trying not to let his emotions turn into rage. Not here, not now. Not in front of (Name). He can't bear Trent's hatred, yet he knows he deserves it.

“You can go away now. Only people who care about her are allowed here,” Trent ushers Dominik away, with disgust visible in his eyes. As if Dominik doesn't have the right to be here, as Dominik's no one to (Name).

“I care about her,” Dominik's voice cracks, the words tumbling out of his mouth in a desperate attempt to convince himself as much as Trent. “I love (Name) too.”

Those words shift something inside Trent. He lunges at him, fists pounding into Dominik's chest, knocking him into the ground. Each blow feels like a physical manifestation of the pain he has inflicted. Dominik's soul, broken, absorbs all the rage and pain his brother-in-law throws at him. For he deserves every bit of this and more.

“I believed you more than my sister! My own sister!” Trent's words echo throughout Dominik's mind like a relentless drumbeat.

“And you killed her, you bloody murderer!” His gaze cuts through Dominik's soul, his words piercing deeper than any punches.

Dominik wants to defend himself. Say that he isn't that. But as he thinks of it, Trent's right, isn't he? He has really turned into that.

A killer.

Trent lets go and looks down at Dominik with disgusted glare. He tries to look strong but Dominik can make out the moisture in his eyes. Shamelessly, Dominik rises up, almost feeling the pressure of remorse.

“Is…there a way I can earn your forgiveness?” He lets the word slip, his voice so desperate for any form of forgiveness.

“Bring her back to life.”

Dominik's heart sinks at the impossible demand. He staggers backwards with disbelief. “What…?”

“I said bring my sister back to me.”

Dominik wants that too. He wants nothing more than to hear (Name)’s voice. Even if she shoves him aside, even if her words are venomous, he's willing to endure it all. He is okay with having her hate him for the rest of eternity, if it means she gets to breathe, she lives.

But he can't, he's too weak, too pathetic.

Dominik bows his head in sorrow, unable to find the courage to look into Trent's eyes. “Trent..you know that's impossible.”

Silence.

“Then don't fucking show me your face,” Trent spats out and shoves him away, as if the mere thought of having Dominik anywhere near his sister disgusts him.

He deserves every bit of resentment Trent has and more. He brought this to himself. He brought this to himself the day he decided to be a cheater, a liar, a betrayer.

His gaze shifts towards Trent kneeling down in front of (Name)’s resting place. Dominik decides to honour his promise and turns to walk away. He knows he can't bring (Name) back but perhaps by leaving, he can give her brother some peace.

“...Mum cried so much yesterday. It took dad 20 minutes to convince her that you are never coming back.”

Dominik halts in his steps. Slowly looking back, he sees Trent talking to the tombstone.

That day when (Name) disappeared, Dominik didn't lose his wife. He lost her long ago. But the day (Name) died, Dianne and Michael lost their daughter; Trent, Tyler and Marcel lost their sister; the world lost a bright star. All because of him, his selfishness, his ego.

He was–is– the reason so many people lost the light of their lives. The realization utterly destroys Dominik.

He remembers Dianne's wailing, her pleas to him to bring her daughter back. He remembers Michael's refusal to meet him in the eye at the funeral.

He remembers the stinging of Tyler's slap after being told what really happened the night (Name) disappeared. He remembers Marcel's broken voice asking Dominik why he took his sister away from him.

And the image that stays strongest in his mind is of Trent's. He'll never forget the look in Trent's eyes when the police finally found (Name).

Dominik wants to go back, apologize to Trent. Yet, his feets remain anchored to the ground. He doesn't have the courage to face the consequences anymore. You are a coward, the voice inside his head repeats one of (Name)’s last words. Indeed, he has always been a coward.

So, instead he chooses the path of escape. He runs, like he should've that fateful night.

He broke two families– his own and hers. And he'll never have them back, no matter how much he wants to. Because what he's done, can never be undone.

“I told you I'd shout ‘I love you’ to you in front of the stadium, (Name)!”

“You are going to be the death of me one day, Dominik.”

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Title: If you're lonely, Come be lonely with me

Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

Ideally, Erling should have cut the call and went back to sleep.

Ideally, Erling should have thought twice before listening to Rodri.

The idea of spending Christmas alone isn't his plan but at this moment, it feels like that would've been the better option.Well, none of that matters anymore. Julián has opened the door and his faith is seal.

Or, Erling and Julián spend the holidays together, and chaso ensues.

#football rpf #football fic #football fanfic #erlian #haalvarez #fanfic

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Title: Have courage (coffe) & be kind

Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

Sometimes a little bit of kindness (and sassiness mixed with annoyance) can go a lot way and even help you find the love of your life! Story as told by a footballer, his very funny artistic barista and the whole internet.

How Julian teaches Erling the lesson of kindness and goodness through scribbles on coffee cups

#football rpf #football fanfic #football fic #erlian #haalvarez

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Title: If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more. But you know what I am

Chapters: 2/2

Summary:

"Erling Haaland and Julian Alvarez PUT ON A SHOW AT THE KEW GARDEN….Before important game against Dortmund"

398,023 views . 21 April

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The paparazzi video shows Erling and Julian walking closely together and entering the Kew Garden while holding hands.

Manchester City players, Erling Haaland and Julian Alvarez have been getting pretty close since moving to Manchester. Is it just friendship between two people born out of love for football or is there more? The internet does what it does best and bands together to unfold this mystery.

Basically a social media/outsider's point of view fic about two footballer and the internet/fandom culture surrounding it.

#erlian #haalvarez #football fic #football fanfic #football rpf #juat something silly i wrote :)

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Traitor ✰ Neymar Jr

Pairing: neymar jr x reader

Summary: he loved you… right?

All photo’s are from instagram and/or pinterest <3

Writing (and social media aus) takes time, please interact, reblog, comment & leave feedback. Thank you <3

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neymarjr bru, faço isso por vocês dois ou duas e por sua familia. Justificar o injustificável. Não precisava. Mas eu preciso de você na NOSSA vida. Vi o quanto você foi exposta, o quanto você sofreu com tudo isso e o quanto quer estar ao meu lado. E eu ao seu lado. Errei. Errei com vocês. Arrisco dizer que erro todos os dias, dentro e fora dos campos. Só que os meus erros na vida pessoal resolvo em casa, na minha intimidade junto à minha família e meus amigos… Tudo isso atingiu uma das pessoas mais especiais da minha vida. A mulher que sonhei sequir ao meu lado, mãe do meu filho(a). Atingiu a sua família, que hoje é a minha família. Atingiu a sua intimidade em momento tão especial que é a maternidade. Não me imagino sem você. Não sei se vamos dar certo, mas HOJE você é a certeza que eu quero tentar. O nosso propósito prevalecerá, o nosso amor por nosso bebê vencerá, o nosso amor um pelo outro nos fortalecerá. SEMPRE NÓS. Te amo ❤️ (Bru, I do this for both of you or two and for your family. Justifying the unjustifiable. It wasn't necessary. But I need you in OUR life. I saw how much you were exposed, how much you suffered from all of this, and how much you want to be by my side. And I want to be by your side. I made a mistake. I made mistakes with you. I dare say that I make mistakes every day, on and off the field. But my mistakes in my personal life, I solve them at home, in my privacy with my family and my friends... All of this affected one of the most special people in my life. The woman I dreamed of having by my side, the mother of my child. It affected your family, which is now my family. It invaded your privacy at such a special moment as motherhood. I can't imagine myself without you. I don't know if we will succeed, but TODAY you are the certainty that I want to try. Our purpose will prevail, our love for our baby will overcome, our love for each other will strengthen us. ALWAYS US. I love you ❤️)

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neymarpai_ É isso filho.. a vida continua sempre nos ensinado. Parabéns ❤️ (That's it, my son... Life always continues teaching us. Congratulations ❤️)

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. female!OC x Manchester City players . -social media AU . info; a story about Vinny, Kevins wife and the City boys 🫶🏻 they just goof around and have fun (all platonic interactions exept with kev, cause yk?hes my oc's wife in this lmao) . requested; nope :,) but their opened so send them my way cause i would love to write for you lot . note; i hope you all will enjoy this, and please send me requests if you would like to! 🫶🧸

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vinny.db; got a fucking tattoo and i love it

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jackgrealish; on this day, 22 years ago I meet my best friend @vinny.db and the first thing we did together was sing kareoke 🤣❤️‍🩹

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vinny.db; this is me after this absolute shit ass game against argentina - @juliaanalvarez if you dont win that fucking final i swear I will make an time machine and make you win it. I cannot see the french win the damn world cup again after we were robed last world cup. WIN IT JULI (also congrats :))

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vinny.db: i need a drink im to sober for this shit ^rubendias: 🤣😭

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vinny.db; soo.. alot of people have been asking why I havent posted anything about myself. Heres why :)

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kylewalker2: new city supporter has been born 🤣🩵

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