#shes dating the football player... she thinks hes cool and makes her look cool and popular
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just came to the realization why taylors so public with travis and it makes me sad lol
#her calling him metal made me think 'why does she sound like a nerdy girl who got excited when the popular guy looked at her in high school'#and then i realized thats exactly it#we know shes obsessed with being in high school and wanting to be the most popular girl bc of trauma etc#shes dating the football player... she thinks hes cool and makes her look cool and popular#being the cheerleader on the sidelines and having everyone talk about it#shes literally living out a high school fantasy#and we know she changes herself to suit her current relationship so.... the overconfidence in the interview makes sense now too#tp
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Blaugrana Girl | PG8
pairing: pedri gonzalez x modric!reader
summary: barcelona's golden boy and La Liga's starboy, who've been single for a while and have finally started dating someone, and that someone turns out to be none other than the daughter of the famous midfielder of their biggest rival and the 2018 Ballon d'Or winner, Luka Modric.
genre: SMAU
warnings: google translated spanish and croatian, grammar mistakes i guess, incorrect match dates (to match the storyline)
author's note: I can't believe this is my first time doing a footballer fic even though football is my favourite sport alongside f1, anyways hope you guys like it
ynmodric
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ynmodric 🕶️🤍
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lukamodric10 moja prekrasna kćer 🤍 (my gorgeous daughter)
⤷ynmodric Hvala ti dad 🫶🏻 (thank you dad)
⤷username THE father and daughter duo.
toni.kr8s hermosa chica 😊🤍 (beautiful girl)
⤷ynmodric gracias, tío!! (thanks uncle)
⤷username she's basically daughter of every older player in rm 😭😭😭
⤷username it's adorable 😭🫶🏻
username she's so iconic for being a culer, I love her sm.
⤷username yeah the fact that her dad is a madrid legend but she's a culer makes it 10× funnier
⤷username she's a culer?
⤷username yupp, Luka said it himself in post match interview against barca "yeah we won, my daughter might be very sad, since she likes barcelona more"
username she's an icon, she's a legend and she is the moment.
username she's so beautiful 😭😭
username her fashion sense tho>>>>
fedevalverde Eres tan genial, ¿ser mi amigo? (You're so cool, be my friend?)
⤷ynmodric no.
⤷rodrygogoes 😂🫵🏻
⤷username rodryyyy 😭😭😭
⤷username i love these three so much 😭
username wifey.
ynmodric
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yourinstagram no I still haven't forgave him for 2 goals against us but I guess he's kinda cool.
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judebellingham I have apologised 10 times already.
⤷ynmodric yes, and I do not forgive you, and that win was beginners luck
⤷username what a bitch hating on the team her father play for and calling our rivals "us" ungrateful bastards.
⤷username WOAH calm your horses, it's all joke when Luka, Jude and other madrid guys don't mind it, why is it bothering you sm, a lot of players kid support their dad's/mom's rivals, it's common in football world chill.
⤷username "ungreatful bastard" bro she is literally the most grateful person ever.
⤷username chill out, it's all joke and just because she supports barca doesn't mean she's "ungreatful".
username i love the mad madridistas in comments, cry more.
⤷username no but imagine hating on someone just because they don't support your favourite lmfao.
username Jude x y/n 👀
⤷username say another word and I'll finna throw hands
username pedri you ain't slick with that like.
⤷username homeboy thinking he can pull her.
⤷username he's can tho-
⤷username he can but I don't think Jude will miss his chance
⤷username this is exactly what I hate, she would post just one player and the shipping is there, first with Valverde (he literally had a girlfriend) and then Rodrygo and now Jude, can you all just stop?
⤷username fr fr, like her dad plays for that club, it's obvious she's gonna be friends with the players around her age and by these shippings you all are just ruining their friendship.
username pedri liked.....
⤷username he likes all of her posts...and vice versa....
⤷username and she's a culer....
⤷username yeah we know she's a culer you don't need to mention it every 2 seconds.
⤷username yeah you're right but she's a culer 🤷🏻♀️
⤷username lmao 😭
⤷username Luka wouldn't like that
⤷username did he told you that?
username ok but why do I ship.
⤷username kys.
⤷username STRAIGHT to the point 💀
username alright can we stop talking about jude and pedri and talk about HER like she look so beautiful.
⤷username oh my god finally! Everyone is just "oh Jude and y/n i ship" , "oh pedri in the likes, I ship" NO! it ain't about them, it's about y/n.
⤷username she so fucking gorgeous
username mother. (she's 19)
username y/n i would lick the floor you walk on.
⤷username WOAH! now calm down there.
username new friendship at bernabeu
username beautiful!
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pedri força barça ye FUERZA TENERIFE!! 💪🏻💔🏝️
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pablogavi vamos hermano!! (Let's go brother!!)
⤷pedri Muchas gracias hermano ❤️. (Thank you so much bro)
⤷username brothers 😭😭🫶🏻🫶🏻
⤷username THE golden boys.
⤷username i love them your honour
_rl9 eras increíble pequeño (you were incredible little one)
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⤷username ahhhhh they're literally a family
⤷username mes que un club 💙❤️
username pedri potter 🎩🪄
username he's baaackkkk
username you were amazing pedri! Praying for tenerife 🫶🏻
username força pedri y fuerza tenerife!
adidas magician 🪄
⤷username adidas admin is just like us fr.
ynmodric incredible performance! praying for tenerife 🇮🇨❤️
⤷pedri muchas gracias y/n, realmente lo aprecio ❤️ (thank you so much y/n, i really appreciate it)
⤷username ajssvakdbsnkshdksdj yes yes yes
⤷username screaming!!!!!
⤷username she have commented on Lewy's acc multiple times but this is the first time she have commented on Pedri's post, we're winning!!!
⤷username the red heart 😭😭😭
⤷username y/n baby come back home.
⤷username am I dreaming???
⤷username they'll be the power couple.
username y/n's comment is gonna make a lot of madristas mad 😭😭
⤷username who even cares about them.
username vamos pedri!!! Visca barca!
ynmodric
tenerife, canary islands, spain
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ynmodric no fire could ever burn the beauty of this place 🏝️
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username she's so beautiful wtf
username y/n adopt me please.
vinijr hope you're enjoying your vacation 🏝️
⤷ynmodric very much 🌚
⤷username excuse me? What's that emoji supposed to mean?
username canary islands?? TENERIFE??!!
⤷username what's wrong with canary islands?
⤷username nothing it's just she's in Tenerife!
⤷username yeah well then what's wrong with tenerife?
⤷username you're joking right? You do know who's from tenerife?
⤷username who?
⤷username pedri, the barca midfielder.
⤷username excuse me???!! WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK??
judebellingham spending summer alone? Might be boring af.
⤷ynmodric who said I was alone?
⤷username HELLO??? JUDE, VINI WHAT DO YOU BOTH KNOW?
⤷username WHOEVER is with MY wife, leave.
⤷username see I'm not trying to be delusional and all shit but whenever someone mention canaries or tenerife the only person i could think of is Pedri 😭
⤷username THEY would break the football internet.
⤷username i can already imagine the headlines 😭
username oh my god this was not on my 2023 bingo card.
username i always shipped them so.
⤷username me too 😭😭
username imagine pedri posting himself in canary islands after this
⤷username lmfao that would be iconic.
pedri
tenerife, canary islands, spain
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pedri summer break 🏝️
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username ALRIGHT WHAT THE FUCK, PEDRO GONZALEZ LOPEZ, WHO GAVE YOU RIGHTS TO COME ON INSTAGRAM HALF NAKED??
username the muscles I'm on my knees.
username I PREDICTED IT! NO ONE CAN SAY OTHER WISE.
⤷username predicted what?
⤷username go check y/n modric's post, her and pedri are spending summer vacation together !!!
⤷username I JUST DID HELLO??!! SOMEONE EVEN COMMENTED SAYING "imagine pedri posting himself in canary islands after this" and he did 😭!!
⤷username he saw the comments and went like "alr let's give you all what you want" icon fr. ����
pablogavi I wonder when was the last time I saw that location on a post 🤔.
⤷pedri keep wondering.
⤷username under y/n's post!!!
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⤷username he liked!!!
⤷username they're together 😭
⤷username Jude punching the air rn
⤷username they were just friends.
⤷username pedri and y/n THE power couple
username if they ever had kids yk the midfield genes are gonna be crazy
⤷username they've not even confirmed their relationship yet and you're already talking about kids 😭😭
username this is MY roman empire
_ferminlopez looking good hermano 😉
⤷username HE KNOWS.
username this was not on my 2023 bingo card
⤷username same 😭
⤷username it was on no one's 😭😭
username SO WE CAN SEE Y/N WEARING A BARCA JERSEY???
⤷username never
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ynmodric
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ynmodric it was supposed to be a surprise or soft launch or whatever but y'all are literal Sherlock Holmes, so here it is, the love of my life, the most precious thing to me, MY beautiful boyfriend, te amo bebe ❤️ (AND don't worry y'all dad approves)
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pedri was the last pic really necessary???
⤷ynmodric what? you look cute!!!
⤷vinijr you really do 😹
⤷username lmao 😭
⤷username divided by rivalry united by y/n
⤷username el clasico gonna be more fun now
pedri te amo mucho ❤️
⤷ynmodric te amo mucho también❤️
_ferminlopez we're not sherlock holmes, you both are just stupid.
⤷ynmodric OK rude.
⤷pablogavi he's right tho, you both made it so obvious 💀
⤷pedri go away, both of you.
⤷username I'M DYING 😭
⤷username i mean they're not wrong, they both made it so obvious
lukamodric10 where did you get that picture from???
⤷ynmodric I have my ways don't worry.
⤷username I'm speechless.
pedri mi mujer 🫶🏻 (my woman)
⤷ynmodric yours only 🤍
⤷rodrygogoes gross 🤢
⤷ynmodric go away hater.
fedevalverde hermoso 😍 (beautiful)
⤷ynmodric thank you fed, but why tf do you comment like a 30 year old aunt.
⤷fedvalverde I do not??
⤷username you do 😭
⤷username I'm sorry valverde but you do 😭😭
username LUKA'S PIC I'M DYING, SHE'S SO ICONIC 😭
⤷ynmodric I mean you guys were so worried about his reaction and all stuff so
⤷username AHHHHHH!!!! SHE REPLIED
⤷username you won 😭
username Y/N IS WEARING A BARCA JERSEY, IN A MATCH!!?? WHY DIDN'T ANY OF US SAW THIS BEFORE
⤷ynmodric I'm surprised you sherlock people didn't found out earlier, guess i outsmarted you all.
⤷username outsmarted us fr fr
username they're the IT couple
username pedri you better treat my woman right or else 🤺
⤷username stop you're embarrassing.
⤷username 💀💀💀
lukamodric10 sviđa mi se, dobar je dečko 🤍(I like him, he's a good guy)
⤷ynmodric zaista je vrlo simpatičan (he indeed is very likeable)
⤷judebellingham @/pedri you have the approval from big man
⤷pedri appreciate it ��
⤷username never in my 1000 year of life i would've thought that barca players and real madrid players would have this kind of interaction
⤷username me too girl me too
pedri te amo ❤️
⤷ynmodric Yo también te amo ❤️
pedri
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pedri my no. 1 fan aka the love of my life, te amo mucho ❤️
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ynmodric proud to be the no.1 of the most perfect boy known to mankind
⤷pedri hi this is fer, pedri just throw his phone across the wall and started sprinting in the entire house
⤷ynmodric help what 😭😭
⤷pedri not true!!!
⤷feeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrr he's blushing like a school girl
⤷ynmodric he do look very pretty with those pink tint on his cheeks
⤷feeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrr he died, dead.
⤷username this have to be the cutest most adorable-st and funniest reply chain I've ever read.
⤷username pedri is whipped 😭
pablogavi i had to watch you both make out infront of me to get that picture and in return i get no pic credits????
⤷pedri it's not about you.
⤷pablogavi it should be.
⤷ynmodric 📸; angry bird
⤷pablogavi I am not???!!!
⤷pedri you are
⤷ferrantorres you are
⤷_ferminlopez you are
⤷judebellingham you are
⤷vinijr you are
⤷username not Jude 😭😭😭
⤷username my man played 1 match against him and already looked devastated 😭
⤷username divide by rivalry united by yn and pedri
⤷username that rhymes 😭😭
username this is the most iconic thing ever happened after 18.12.22
ynmodric mi amorrrrr ❤️
⤷pedri ❤️❤️❤️
⤷username cutiesss 😭😭
ynmodric fuck it, imma pull a frenkie, 👵🏻❤️👴🏻
⤷pedri lmfao😭
⤷mikkykiemeny stop 😭😭
⤷frenkiedejong what's wrong with that emoji??!
⤷ynmodric absolutely NOTHING 🫶🏻!
⤷username she's so fucking iconic!!!
⤷username my favourite wags.
username they're literally the cutest and the best couple ever
username they're an absolutely icon
username do you want real love or do you just want what they have.... what's the difference actually??
username bro scoring on and off pitch
ynmodric Te amo mucho mi amor ❤️ (i love you so much my love)
⤷pedri Yo también te amo mucho mi amor❤️🫶🏻!!(I love you so much too mi amor)
⤷username GOD IT'S ME AGAIN
username they're the best fr
username i love them your honour.
#pedri#pedri gonzalez#pedri x reader#pedri x you#pedri smau#fc barcelona#fc barça#football#football fic#footballer x reader
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if you catch my drift…
in which you have a crush on mighty football player! reiner and sasha tries to help you out with it — might make it into a series idk 🤷🏽♀️
ik it’s been a few days, but i wanted to mix it up a bit by writing something about reiner <3 i hope you enjoy!
Reiner Braun was a fairly big guy, both inside and out. He used his strong and burly figure to be a part of the college football team and help out with his family’s construction business whenever her came home for the weekend. He had big hands, that he used to do those construction jobs and got frustrated with them when he had to use them to work on smaller projects in his life. And he also had big heart, which he used to allow people to take advantage of him once they got pass the intimidation of his size. And not to mention that he was absolutely gorgeous to look at.
The people that knew him would describe him as some kind of big teddy bear. He was scary to encounter just because of his towering height or the fact that he looked angry all the time, but if someone got him to laugh, smile, or fall in love, he was the absolute sweetest. You of all people knew that because he was in love with you. Because he was in love with you and all things you, you were the person he was most sweetest to. The only downside to his love was that you didn’t know about it, you just thought he was being nice to you as one of his friends.
“Girl take the hint, that man is in love with you!” Sasha tried to drill into your brain for the hundredth time this year. You wanted to believe it, you really did. You even had your own little mini fantasies about how it’d feel to be his but in your mind there was no way he was in love with you over some thin, prissy white girl. Besides, you never saw him look your way so you pretended not to look his way.
You rolled your eyes and continued typing way on your laptop. “I wish..” You mumbled. You did get a bit sad as you thought about it some more. As cool as it’d be to imagine being his girlfriend, going on dates, kissing him, hugging him, and other things, you didn’t think it’d be real life if that actually happened to you.
“I say you should try shooting your shot. What’s the worse that could happen?” You turned to her.
“I get my heart broken and give up on love forever. And besides, everyone knows that dating athletes is a bad idea anyways.” Sasha shakes her head in annoyance as you tried to justify your reasoning to not take a chance at getting with your dream guy.
“Well if you won’t do it, I will— look! there he goes now..” You thought Sasha was playing with you like normal but when you looked towards the entrance to the library, there he was. All handsome in his sweats and jacket. ‘He wore a beanie today’ you thought to yourself and your heart softened at the sight.
“Sasha, don’t do no stupid shit—“
“Too late. Reiner!” He didn’t hear her at first because he had headphones in but he took them off after Sasha yelled his name another four times.
“Oh my god..” You groaned as you tried to do the rest of your work and pretend to be completely unaware that Reiner was on his way to where you were.
“Hey, Reiner~” Sasha cooed and you mentally cringed in your head.
“Hey, um.. you need something?”
“Nope, just wanted to say hi. And I think Y/n wanted to say hi too. Say hi to Reiner, Y/n!” You looked up for a second and waved quickly before narrowing your eyes back down at your screen. He didn’t even have enough time to wave back.
“She seems.. busy.” A small frown crept onto his face but he hoped it wasn’t noticeable. He was kinda sad that you didn’t really seemed to be bothered with him right now, but he just blamed it on the fact that you were busy. So he figured he should just leave you alone.
“I’m gonna go… Bye, Sash.”
Sasha made sure he left for sure before speaking “That was your chance~!” She held onto your shoulders and shook them as she whined.
“Chance at what?” Your words were bumped over with each shake Sasha gave you.
“To talk to him at least!”
She stopped shaking you. “I do talk to him!”
“Yeah right! You two need to have a serious conversation. Like share your traumatic experiences or something to get closer.” You hated to admit it, but Sasha was right. You hadn’t talked to Reiner and when you did, it was always kinda awkward. He’d act weird around you so that’s why you thought that what Sasha was trying to imply was complete bullshit. But in her defense, you could be a little dense.
“Doubt that’ll work.”
“You two are gonna be together, trust.” Sasha declared as she gathered up her things and swung her bag over her shoulder. When Sasha wanted something to happen, best believe that she’ll find a way to make it happen and that’s what worried you.
#aot#aot x reader#black reader#aot x black reader#reiner#reiner x reader#reiner x y/n#reiner x you#reiner x black reader#reiner braun#reiner braun x black reader#reiner braun x reader#football#college athlete au
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Just Pretend (Gavi x reader)
Part 1
Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Epilogue
Tinder is not a great place to look for boyfriends, but neither is the workplace.
Gavi x Physiotherapist! reader. Slow burn. I can't make things fast he's gotta work for it. Smut? Not in this part but maybe eventually.
A/N: Hi everyone! Not super new on Tumblr but I have never been brave enough to post a fic despite my constant maladaptive daydreaming about imaginary scenarios. The stress of being sick and not wanting to write my personal statement have lead me to actually write this and post it online. Please be nice, hope you enjoy!
Song inspo: Just Pretend - Bad omens
Writing inspo: Plot inspired by @zeegaazeegaah and their amazing Gavi x physiotherapist imagine. Other inspirational accounts will be tagged at the end.
TW: None
Word count: 4.8K
"So what do you do?"
y/n hated this question. Even being asked for nudes might be preferable to being asked about her job. y/n had been on 12 first dates since moving back to Barcelona, and without fail every one of them had been ruined by this simple question. She considered lying - she could pass as a student or a waitress or even a model (ok maybe not a model): there were literally thousands of jobs she could pretend to have. But, being the idiot hopeless romantic that she was, she decided to be honest with the man across from her. What if Thiago from Tinder was her soulmate? She didn't want to ruin it by lying.
"I'm finishing my sports medicine and physiotherapy certification, so I am working with one of the football clubs here to do practical training and gain experience."
"Oh that's cool! Which club? You can tell me, I know most of the 3rd and 4th tier Catalan clubs, so I'll probably know it even if it's really small."
Wow. Thiago from Tinder was an overachiever: he messed up before she even said which club she worked for, which was faster than every other man she had been out with in the last four months. y/n took a deep breath and resisted the urge to leave before confessing where she worked.
"I actually work at a pretty well known club... F.C Barca. I think you might of heard of it?" y/n watched this man's jaw visibly drop. His eyes got wide and lit up, like someone had told him he had just won a brand new car.
"You're a physio at Barca?? No way! That's my team! I think I would actually commit manslaughter if Pedri asked me to. So you get to see all the players every day? And Xavi! Have you ever spoken to Xavi? Do you know he won Spain their first world cup? You might be too young to remember. That's so amazing!"
y/n felt all the muscles in her head tense as she focused all her energy on not rolling her eyes. A fanboy. Typical. This was the most common response she got when she said her place of work out loud. 6 of the last 12 first dates had been major fanboys for the club, talking endlessly about how they would steal and kill and get on their knees for Barca. One had even been so bold as to ask if she had ever seen Lewandosky naked, to confirm if some measurements he had seen online were true. While the fans were annoying, the haters were even worse. 4 different dates had said they felt bad that she worked at a "dying club", throwing up football statistics, and going red in the face when she said she could not possibly care less about who had more Champion's League wins.
Then there were those that went out of their way to offend her. You would think that a man trying to get laid would have some more common sense. But that didn't stop one of her tinder matches from calling her a liar in the middle of a restaurant. He was still on his first glass of wine, leaning back cockily in his chair when he said that La Liga would never allow female physios to work with the first team because women couldn't "handle the intensity of football injuries." She should have gotten up and left when he said that, but he was 6'3 with a brand new Porsche, so she let him buy her dinner and drive her home before telling him that she genuinely hoped he never interacted with a female doctor ever again, even if it was to save his life.
The worst had been when she went out with Jose. He had invited her to a pretty expensive spot in central Barcelona. They were having an amazing conversation until the fated job question. She had downed a good amount of wine at that point, and wasn't as cynical about the reaction as she usually would be, so she spoke about her role with pride. Big mistake. He perked up, then threw his head back and laughed. He laughed so loudly it startled the waiter clearing plates from the nearby table. "21 years old and working as a physio for F.C Barca... Who did you have to sleep with to get that job, hm? Xavi? La Porte himself? Or maybe someone at the university? Regardless, you must fuck like a pornstar to have landed a job like that. Can't wait to try it first hand." y/n said some choice words about Jose and his micropenis, and promptly left, seeking to avoid assault charges that night.
The truth was that y/n was extremely talented at what she did. She grew up watching football with her father and brother, developing an interest in working in sports professionally. She worked herself half to death during high school to be accepted into a sports science program in the U.S. She interned with the college teams there, learning about sports injuries and treating them. She finished her program in three years, and despite programs across Europe fighting for her, she came back to Barcelona to finish her physiotherapy certification. She would be lying if she said it was just for her family and friends. The program in Barcelona advertised opportunities to work with F.C. Barca, her favorite football club since birth. It was a love she inherited from her father, as shown by all her childhood pictures in the Blaugrana uniform.
The program was harder than expected. She was one of 7 female first year students, and the only girl in her year that wanted to work with the first team. y/n was made aware that this might work to her advantage now that professional football was pushing for more female representation (in referees, coaching staff, and now on the medical team). The guys in her class either hated her guts or wanted to sleep with her (sometimes both) - it really was like legally blonde without the law.
In the middle of August, close to the beginning of the new season, all the applicants for the Barca placement were called into the university on a Sunday. Their professor introduced Dr. Gonzales, the head physiotherapist for the club. y/n started to sweat despite the air conditioning hitting her directly. She was terrified to even breathe wrong in the presence of this man.
"It's a pleasure to be here with you all today. Thank you for your hard work in submitting to fill the assistant physiotherapist position at F.C. Barcelona. Now, there have been rumors that we are hiring a student to fil this position because it is cheaper and we are broke, but I would like to assure you all now that it's not true."
The two boys in front of her snickered quietly, one whispering a "yeah right" to the other. Dr. Gonzalez looked up at the boys. "You two giggling in the back. You don't seem like the type we need at Camp Nou. You can leave now." Everyone in the room sat up straighter after that. Everyone was on military behavior, not wanting a wrong look or a chair squeak to blow their chance. "As many of you know, one of our strikers, Ousmane Dembélé, presents with consistent right hamstring tightness, leading to frequent injuries."
As Dr. Gonzalez turned to face the screen, y/n found enough bravery to pull out a pen and paper to take notes. The doctor continued to describe the player's condition, his playing style, and the current course of treatment being used. After speaking for 25 minutes (while facing the screen instead of the students), he turned around and addressed them. "Your project is to develop a continuous muscular therapy treatment for Dembélé in the next two days. The best and most cost effective method gets the job placement. You at the back," he pointed at y/n, "Smart choice to take notes. I advise you not to share."
Y/n drove home that evening checking her rear-view mirror every few seconds. The possibility of being followed by one of her classmates so they could steal her notes was low, but never zero, and so she did both of the locks tightly on the door. She sat at her computer and got to work right away. Truth be told, she felt like the whole assignment was kind of a trick. Dr. Gonzalez had told them the current treatment plan for Dembélé, which had obviously been working seeing as they kept using it. She made a few adjustments based on leg dominance and the anticipated excess strain of playing more minutes each game, and then she decided to facetime her friend Angelika while she made the PowerPoint look pretty.
"Good evening Dr. y/l/n, finally ready to ask for my hand in marriage? My parents always wanted me to marry into medicine." y/n rolled her eyes and smirked. She had met Angelika when she was living in the US through a Facebook group for Spanish students studying abroad. Ever since then, not a day had gone by where they hadn't spoken (except once when Angelika had dropped her phone into a pint of beer and couldn't get it fixed for three days).
"You know I'm ready when you are gorgeous, just send your ring size. What're you up to?"
"Nothing much, just scrolling on the internet trying to find clubs that are no cover for ladies tomorrow. You're still coming out with us right?" y/n looked away from her computer and looked at Angelika with the "I'm about to bail on plans look" that was all too familiar. "Y/n!! You cannot be cancelling plans with us again! You haven't been anywhere except your house and the university in like six weeks! People will start to think you're with child and in hiding."
"I didn't know I was the new virgin Mary." y/n quipped, trying to make her presentation equally professional and cute. "You're not, because that would require you being a virgin. I know it feels like it's growing back because you haven't looked in the direction of a man in centuries." y/n could only shake her head. It was not a lack of trying. "Well, I'm presenting to the Barca head physio Wednesday morning, so if you ever want a chance at seeing the inside of that locker room, you need to let me skip out on tomorrow."
Angelika sighed and threw herself on the bed dramatically. "Fine, but you need to be our DD and come pick us up after. Shockingly, it's really hard to order an Uber while drunk." y/n agreed to pick the girls up from the club at the end of the night, an spent the rest of the evening chatting idlily with her friend, living vicariously through the stories she told.
The following day, y/n spent all morning refining her presentation. She spent over an hour watching videos about the Barca training facility to see if there was any equipment she had overlooked in creating her treatment plan. The day progressed as normal - cleaning, cooking, practicing her presentation, watching TV on the couch. As 1am rolled around, she still hadn't received any communication from Angelika. While she was not an inconsiderate person, Angelika did have her moments where she would completely forget about the world around her: that was when she met a man who showed interest in her. Despite being gorgeous and intelligent, Angelika, like most girls in their early twenties, suffered from a condition known as "Nothing is true about me unless an attractive man says it". y/n also suffered (mildly) from this affliction, but being surrounded by weirdos all day in university had helped substantially. She knew that if she did not leave then, she would never get any sleep, and so she grabbed her car keys and headed to the address of the club that she had been sent earlier on.
She parked several blocks away from the club, and called Angelika for a record 41st time. y/n knew she wasn't going to receive an answer, so she changed into a tight satin top and a pair of heels that she always left in her car in case of emergencies (What if Joao Felix decided to take a random trip to Barcelona and she was unprepared?). She could feel the street practically vibrating beneath her as she walked towards the club. She was let in easily - it was a Tuesday night and the establishment needed female patrons. She kept close to the bar, and asked the girls working there if they had seen her friend. Once y/n pulled up a picture of Angelika, the girls laughed to one another.
"Oh yeah, she's up in the VIP section. They've dropped like 6k on bottle service already."
y/n felt the vein in her forehead start to pop out. Of course Angelika had found herself a man that would take her to the part of the club that was the hardest to get into. Especially on the night when y/n really needed to get home. Because why wouldn't that happen? She made her way over to the VIP section, where she was promptly stopped by two large bouncers, who obviously didn't believe that she just wanted to grab her friend. While standing there deciding whether she should just make Angelika order an Uber (or have this new lover order one for her), she was tapped on the shoulder. She turned around and was met by a very attractive man (boy? His age was hard to determine in the dark).
"Hey, do you need to get into VIP? Are you here alone? " "That's a really creepy question to ask a girl in a club." y/n yelled back over the thumping music. What were all these people doing out on a Tuesday? "No not like that. I can help you get in if you want." "I don't really want to get in, I just want to get my friend and leave." The man (boy?)'s eyes lit up. "Perfect! My tea- friend. My friend that I'm with is pretty drunk and the person that drove us is in VIP. I can't leave him by himself because he's kind of rowdy even when sober. Could you watch him while I go grab them?"
y/n didn't want to look too deeply into a good thing, but the offer felt suspicious. She scanned the boy (she had decided that he was young), looking for any indication that he could live up to his end of the bargain. She looked down at his feet, noticing the white Alexander McQueen sneakers. She decided that she could trust him, and if not, she was still in a public place, and someone would notice if she was being dragged out of a club kicking and screaming. She walked over to where the friend was and had to stifle a laugh. Another boy was sprawled across two high bar chairs, legs up and head rolled back. He was wearing a pair of Louis Vuitton sunglasses despite it being the middle of the night and them being indoors. His white button up had the first two undone and the collar popped, like he was Pitbull in 2011. He was in a pair skinny jeans (because, as y/n discovered quickly, everyone in the world had moved on from skinny jeans except for Spanish men) and some white Dolce and Gabanna sneakers. Where were these kids getting all this money?
"Pablo! Look who I brought you! This is..." The first boy looked back at you expectantly. "y/n". "y/n! She's really great and going to take care of you while I go get Pepi so we can go home." The drunk one (now Identified as Pablo) lifted his head, and tilted the sunglasses just enough to get a good look at the girl. "Wow Angel, nice job." The first one (Angel apparently) apologized to y/n, explaining that Pablo was a "really flirty drunk" but that he was never like this sober. y/n showed Angel a picture of Angelika, and off he went back into the beast that was the club. y/n stood awkwardly by Pablo, who appeared to have fallen asleep. Suddenly, he sprung up and asked her, "so what is a pretty girl like you doing in the club by herself?"
"I'm not here to go clubbing, just picking up a friend." "You're dressed like you're going clubbing." "Right, because they wouldn't let me into the club in my scrubs." "Scrubs? You look too young to be a doctor." The music was starting to take a toll on y/n, the thumping rhythm giving her a splitting headache. "You don't look old enough to be let into the club, but everyone is full of surprises." Pablo did not take this comment well. He stood up, feeling all the blood rush to his head as he rested his weight against the bar. He pushed his glasses up his head, and looked straight at her.
This was the first opportunity y/n had to admire how gorgeous Pablo was. The glasses pushed his hair back on his head, showing off his striking eyebrows and cheekbones. His eyes were wide and glassy, making him look like a teenager who had gotten drunk for the first time. For all y/n knew, that could be the case. His nose slopped downward, a subtle bump in the bridge like it had been broken before and reset. His discontent made his bottom lip poke out, and y/n suddenly was overwhelmed by the urge to treat him like a child: make him feel better with a kiss. "I'm 18, and this isn't even my first time in a club. You want to see my ID?" Pablo had gotten much closer to her than she had expected. In her 4 inch heels, y/n was looking him straight in the eyes. He was mere inches away from her face, cheeks flushed from the alcohol and the anger of being called a child. She couldn't stop her gaze from flipping between his eyes to his pouting lips. 'This is normal,' she thought to herself. 'I'm overwhelmed because no man has been this close to me in a while. Even if my scumbag cheating ex was standing this close I would want to kiss him. I am simply in desperate need of affection.'
This internal monologue ended just as another club patron bumped into Pablo, causing him to lose balance. He put his arms around y/n and rested weight against her, head pressed into her shoulder. "I feel like dying. I shouldn't have drank that much." He muttered. She just held him there, scared that he would hit the floor if she shifted. "Then why did you keep drinking?" She asked. It couldn't hurt - in the state he was in, she would be surprised if he even remembered his name in the morning. "So my brain would be a little quieter." y/n's heart ached at the statement. However old the boy in her arms was, he was being burdened by something far beyond his age.
Before she could ask anything else, she was tapped on the shoulder by Angel, who signaled for her to follow out of the club. She put one of Pablo's arms around her neck and began shuffling through the crowd. Once they left the club, Pablo quickly separated from her to throw up on the side of the street. "At least he waited until he was off of you to do that," a male voice echoed from behind her. y/n turned around to see Angelika clinging to a tall brunet. "Thank you so much for carrying her out. I think I can take it from here." y/n said, trying to get Angelika to remove herself from the nice man. "It's ok, I can walk her to your car. It might be easier than you carrying her." y/n smiled apologetically, and turned around to the sound of Pablo continuing to wretch his guts out. She ran over to make sure he wasn't puking blood and didn't need medical attention. "Come on Pablo let's go." Angel said from the curb. "No no, don't rush him. Let him get it all out before he gets into my car. Otherwise he'll have to start taking the city bus to matches." y/n looked up at the new voice. He walked up and stood by Angel, glancing at his phone before looking up at his friend and the girl making sure he didn't die. "Thanks for looking after him. I hope he wasn't too bad, he's a tag aggressive." y/n stood there speechless. The man thanking her for taking care of his drunk friend was none other than Pedri Gonzalez, one of the young stars of F.C. Barca. He was an absolute magician with the ball, and quickly becoming a favorite in y/n's household. She wanted to let out a scream: jump up and down and tell him that she was a huge fan and ask for a picture. But she had her presentation tomorrow. The last thing she needed was to make a bad impression on the player by causing a scene. So she took a deep breath and insisted that it was no problem.
Pablo had finished puking out his guts by that point and stood up straight, gripping his head from the dizziness. "Alright hermano, time to go." Pedri said, turning his back to y/n, Angelika, and the main carrying her. "Wait." Pablo said rummaging through his pocket. He pulled out his wallet, and clumsily pulled a card from it. He turned to y/n and grabbed her shoulder, pulling her close to him. There were shouts from his friends to stop whatever he was doing, but nothing was registering in his liquor-filled brain. "y/n think's I'm a little kid, so I just wanted to show her my ID." y/n shifted her gaze from his deep eyes to the card in his hand. She didn't look at the age. She didn't have to. Her eyes landed on the name: Pablo Martín Páez Gavira. One of the best young football players in the world had just used her as a banister. "Now that you know I'm not a kid, next time, you should let me buy you a drink." Pablo said, pushing a strand of hair from y/n's face before walking (wobbling) back to his friends.
y/n could not process everything going on in her head at that moment. She turned around and faced the man holding a half-asleep Angelika. "You don't play for Barca do you?" She asked, half joking and half fearful. "No. I play for Real Sociedad. I'm Martin." "Zubimendi??" "Yeah." This was too much. y/n, 7 hours before the most important presentation of her life, was surrounded by so much football royalty it made her dizzy. Martin looked like he was going to say something else, but y/n put her finger to her lips and shushed him. "Please, not another word. Just bring her to the car."
They walked silently to y/n's tiny car, Martin helping to carefully place Angelika in the back seat. "So are you the guy she was with while ignoring my calls?" "Oh no, that was my teammate Ander. He was also kind of out of it so I offered to help her out." "Why is everyone getting drunk out of their minds on a random Tuesday in August?" y/n said in frustration, causing a laugh to erupt from Martin. "It's the last week before training for the new season starts. Not a lot of opportunities to black out after this. People like to take advantage." y/n thanked Martin and got into the driver's seat. He stopped her before she drove off. "Do you think I could maybe get your number? Just to make sure you get home safe?" y/n rolled her eyes at the lame excuse for a pick-up tactic, but surrendered her phone number anyway. She drove back to her apartment with her head reeling, as she tried to rehearse her speech in her head instead of thinking of the events of the night.
The next day, y/n looked perfect. She had work her best school-approved scrubs and coat. and slicked her hair back to make her look more professional. She was in her business attire Nikes. Her note cards were neatly written and organized. She sat in the lecture hall waiting to be called on. The students would be presenting in random order. As all the student filled in to present, the tension was palpable. Everyone side-eyed each other, trying to intimidate the "competition". The door swung open and in walked the professor, as well as Dr. Gonzalez. He stood at the front podium, stern as ever, and began to speak.
"Good morning students. Thank you all for the effort you have put into the presentations you will share today. We look forward to all you assessments and insights. As the new season quickly approaches, we want the new assistant to become acclimated to the workplace quickly. Therefore, the decision about the position will be made today following the presentation." The entire room stopped breathing. "In order to do so efficiently, please welcome our other guests and evaluators, Mr. Xavi Hernandez and Mr. Ousmane Dembélé." The pair walked in, and the room engaged in the most "I wish I was dead" sounding clapping known to man. y/n started sweating profusely. If she had known that Xavi and Dembélé were going to be watching her presentation, she would have made Angelika take the Uber. Hell, she would have made her ride a Donkey back home and gotten a full night's sleep.
Dr. Gonzalez drew names for the order, and because y/n has the worst luck, she was presenting last. She did what she does best: panicked immediately. She tried to think of ways to present the information differently than the 6 students before her had. As she listened to the presentations, the more nervous she got. None of the other students had treatment plans remotely similar to hers. Antonio, one of the smartest in their batch and the presenter right before her, even suggested he get surgery.
It was time. y/n stood up at the front of the room and pulled out her slides. "Good morning everyone. Today I will be presenting my comprehensive treatment plan for player Ousmane Dembélé's right hamstring." She got through the whole thing without stuttering or having her knees give out. As she finished her last slide, she let out a sigh of relief. The hard part was over. She asked if their were questions and Xavi's hand went up. "So Miss y/n, the treatment plan presented is very similar to the one we have currently implemented, with a couple changes in training and every day life. What is the anticipated recovery time for this treatment?" Everyone else in the class had said 8-12 months. But no - of course y/n had to be differently. "6 weeks sir." "6 weeks? No one else has given a suggestion that would take less than half a year." "Yes sir, however, if you take into account the availability of daily therapy, cryotherapy, and the current play style and strain distribution, he can be on the field in 6 weeks. He might not be comfortable playing all 90 minutes each game, but that's not the same as being completely out for injury." Xavi nodded and said nothing more. That was the end of the questioning.
It took them 8 minutes exactly to decide who go the job. Dr. Gonzalez, Xavi, and Dembélé came back into the room, thanking everyone again for their hard work. "We are please to announce," Xavi started, "that we will be offering the assistant physiotherapist position for the 2022/2023 season to," he turned to Dembélé, who finished the thought, "Miss y/n y/l/n." All the men in the room turned to face y/n at once as she struggled to breathe from the shock. "We look forward to having you this season."
And that's how it happened. y/n was now the assistant physiotherapist for the first team at F.C. Barcelona during the day, and entertainment for the absolute worst men in Spain in the evenings. She left her disappointing first date with a headache and leftovers, and drove home listening to her "Maybe Love is a Social Construct" playlist. As she walked into her apartment, her phone chimed with a text notification. She let her hair down and grabbed her phone, preparing to update Angelika about the latest in the tragedy that was her love life. Instead, she had two separate text notifications.
[Unknown number]: Hey, is this still y/n's number?
[Gavi]: I need to see you urgently. Tomorrow morning 6:30 am. I'll be waiting outside your office.
To be continued...
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If you got this far, thanks for reading! I have had this idea for a long time and have been writing snippets of it down. I will continue to update whenever I can, as this really is a passion project for me (so it's ok if no one reads it).
GIF credit to @gavidaily
Huge thanks to the following for heavily inspiring me to start writing this on the internet: @missgavi @kyiiansmbappe @julianalvarez9 @milawritesstuff @leeamorgan (there are a couple others I'm forgetting)
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Ghostface!Shuriri Headcanons
Surprise! Surprise! I got some headcanons for Ghostface!Shuriri for yall. Also I recreated a tag list so in case yall want to be tagged in anything, go ahead and fill out this form right here. ---> Taglist Form
Normal Lives
●👻● Outside her ghostface persona Riri is the perfect student. Still in college.
●👻● Top of her class(of course), shows up on time, takes perfect notes, turns in work before the deadline, you name it.
●👻● She doesn't mind doing work for her classmates. You want her to do your homework for you? It'll cost ya. (Her prices ain't cheap.)
●👻● Straight sneakerhead. Will make sure every outfit is tied together by the shoe.
●👻● Loves to go clubbing. Usually ends up with her finding a girl for her and Shuri for fuck around with if they're bored.
●👻● Despite her usually sticking to herself, no one truly has a problem with her. (If they do, RIP.)
●👻● Will talk her shit. Super sassy. Doesn't matter who you are or where ya live. Her slick mouth usually gets her in trouble. But ain't nobody gone jump with her partner a couple feet behind her.
●👻● Speaking of the partner, Shuri is the one who stays out of the limelight.
●👻● She got away from Wakanda after T'Challa's passing. She believed he could be saved but that no one was trying hard enough. She dropped her duties as princess and went completely off the grid.
●👻● She spends most of her time in the lab under the house. Making new weapons, traps, home defenses. (She's still one of the smartest people on earth.)
●👻● Also a sneakerhead. She's the one who likes to match shoes on a date.
●👻● Only goes clubbing so she doesn't have to hear Riri beg over and over again.
●👻● Riri may be sassy but Shuri is MEAN. She does not give two fucks if she hurts your feelings. If you can't handle what she has to say then don't even look in her direction.
●👻● If Riri has a problem with someone, so does Shuri. They're a package deal at this point. But if you're cool then you shouldn't have to worry about anything happening to you.
👻👻 "You know you was supposed to cash app me yesterday." Riri held a look of annoyance on her face as the football player fidgeted with his jacket. "Ah shit I forgot, $600 right?" She gave a small grin as she shook her head. "Nah, that was yesterday's price. It doubled since you forgot." His face fell and he bent down to mumble so his friends wouldn't hear. "$1200 is a little much don't you think?"
"Bet you won't forget again. I don't do this shit for free." She spat and he clenched his jaw. "What, are you gonna hit me pretty boy?" He steps closer to her before his eyes locked with another pair of brown orbs. "Is there a problem?" He quickly shook his head and sent Riri the money he owed before heading back to his friends. "I had it." The shorter girl grinned as she placed a kiss on Shuri's cheek.
"Of course you did."
Behind The Mask
●👻● They don't just go around killing people for the hell of it. Their victims are usually people who did wrong by them or just don't deserve to live out their lives. Doing the world a favor.
●👻● Shuri uses a hunting knife with a sleek edge while Riri uses one with a ridged blade.
●👻● Shuri is better when it comes to speed. She was training with her brother when he was alive. So if you manage to get away from Riri, you're not getting away from her. Loves the chase. Don't run. It only makes it more fun for her. "I love when they run."
●👻● Riri loves to play with their victims. Turns any chase into a game of cat and mouse. She also excels when it comes to stealth. She's the one who sneaks up on you when you're not looking. Can disappear in the blink of an eye. "Eyes on me ma."
●👻● Riri almost never has a messy kill. One clean cut is all it takes, hence her weapon of choice. Shuri on the other hand usually has some pent up aggression that she lets out during a kill. Not too much blood but just enough.
●👻● Won't let you see them in action. The only time was when you first met. But never again. The two agreed to keep everything ghostface related away from you. No matter how many times you ask.
●👻● They did allow you to see them behind their ghostface personas only one time. The three of you drove to an abandoned building to show you how they hunt after endless begging. They even gave you a head start to run and hide. They made a bet on who would find you first with the loser making dinner. It didn't take long for Shuri to find you and to this day you and Riri wondered how she did it.
👻👻 The only sound you heard was your own footsteps on the hard floor as you tried to be sneaky and find a good hiding spot. The building was long abandoned but still stood strong for a quick game of hide and seek. The two women gave you 10 minutes to hide and you had to admit your heart was racing. Quick, you say as you notice the cloak disappearing around the corner. You ducked under a nearby desk as one of them dragged into the room. You had a feeling it was Riri with how quiet they were. Even though they weren't going to hurt you, the thrill of it all sent jolts through your bones. When she left the room you took off down the hall with a wide grin. Time was almost up. Just before you could reach the doorway, a gloved hand grabbed your waist and you squealed. Looking up you saw Shuri take off her mask with a smirk. "How did you…..where did you come from!"
"What's the matter mamas? You look like you've seen a ghost."
When It Comes To You
●👻●Shuri is somewhat touch starved. So anytime you hug her from behind or snuggle up to her it makes her heart flutter. She eats it up.
●👻● Riri on the other hand loves having her hands on you. Whether it's holding your hand, grabbing your waist, or having you in her lap.
●👻● They never let you go somewhere alone. If Riri can't be with you, Shuri is going and vice versa.
●👻● Riri is really big on PDA. Loves leaving small kisses and hickeys everywhere. Especially when someone hits on you while she's there. Shuri isn't into PDA like that but will not hesitate to pull you into a sloppy kiss if someone is bothering you. If it makes the other guy uncomfortable then it was worth it.
●👻● Shuri gets jealous easily when it comes to you and Riri. That's where that sloppy kiss comes into play. And when you blush and hide your face in her neck, she's glaring at whoever is trying to shoot their shot. Also super territorial.
●👻● When you're alone they love to shower you in affection. Shuri loves running her fingers through your hair while Riri leaves trails of kisses along your shoulder. CUDDLE PUDDLE!
●👻● They will pamper you every chance they get when you're all together. Hugs? Kisses? Cuddles? Sex? They'll take care of you and all your needs. They will give you everything and anything you ask for.
●👻● Shuri teaches you and Riri Xhosa. You've learned that catching her off guard when switching languages flips a switch in her head.
●👻● You're untouchable. No one in their right mind is going to lay a finger on you without lethal consequences. You want someone taken care of? Just say the word and they're gone.
●👻● They will not under any circumstances let you tag along for a kill. They would never put you through witnessing something as vile as them killing someone. Never again.
●👻● You definitely play with the voice changer. They have different ones but at this point you know who is who when they try to freak you out.
👻👻 You tiptoed around the house trying to find your two girlfriend's with the small box in your hand. You found them on the couch watching Friday the 13th and grinned at the sight. Riri was lying under Shuri who had her arm over the girl's shoulder. You brought the box up to your lips and clicked the button. "Cuddling without me? How disrespectful." The two looked back at you before their laughter filled the room. "Girl, put that shit down and get over here." You sat down the voice changer and moved to lay your head down in Shuri's lap and your legs on Riri's. Though of course she couldn't keep her hands to herself and ended up between them. 🤭
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You broke up, but you still attend his matches
Character: Rin Itoshi
wn: Hint at moments before blue lock, match with U-20, The guy's name is not mentioned!
F!Reader!
Part 2 with Rin Itoshi!
the following: Hyoma Chigiri, Yo Hiori, Meguru Bachira, Shoei Baro
p.s And three years have not passed. It was so fucked up that I didn't want to release it. I've rewritten it so many times, but nothing good came out..
I used a translator, so I'm sorry if you don't understand anything at all! I haven't studied English since March, so I couldn't translate even one sentence on my own..
I hope I'll be back soon. I also need to change a lot of information about requests.
Broke up simply because there was not what can be called a relationship. It was more like hanging out when they were still friends, that's all. We broke up behind the scenes, but also because all the "romance" was gone. The only thing the girls said about them was that she was dating a football player and it was unrealistically cool. But is that so? Once upon a time, Rin was really more open towards her, even when they were just acquaintances. But now, when the breakup has already happened in words and it's really worth going your own ways and realizing that nothing will work out together... It hurts to give up at least a simple friendship.
But it could have been said more mildly? Sae's arrival was like oil on fire. Rin, of course, had been thinking about it for a long time, but he wasn't going to say it that way either. This is quite difficult to accept, especially if it was a heart-to-heart conversation, but just a splash of emotions. Y/N was there, for the simple reason that it was routine to watch him train on the field and no matter what the weather, he has to play a certain time. But Sae... Not only did Rin suffer morally, but she also heard unwanted words in her address. Not with everything she remembered Sae, but what can she say to him, she can't object because of the fear of looking into those eyes at all. Will support be important? So she thought it would be better to support him, but everything turned out to be complete bullshit:
— Rin, I want to help you, don't they do that in a relationship?
"Like I'm interested in all this shit, and how long are you going to call it a relationship?" The way you run after me like a dog on a leash, do you call this a relationship?! — Y/N am a little shocked by such aggression, which was not peculiar to Rin at all. But when the words reach her, she turns around and leaves his room. Heading to the kitchen from which she will be able to go out into the corridor and finally leave, at least somewhere just to cope with the tears that are accumulating. That's just where his parents are sitting now and... Sae.
— Y/N, do you want to have dinner with us? Rin needs to be called, too. I just wanted to do it myself. — The woman smiled when she saw the girl.
— No, thanks. I'm in a hurry, — Y/N looks at her apologetically, to show that she really wants to cry now, she can't, just because she makes a woman worry.
"Is something wrong?" — Sae with a note of interest, looks over his shoulder at the girl getting dressed. Maybe he doesn't remember much about her character, but in his memory if she was in a hurry, but not like that.
—None of your damn business," she says through gritted teeth. Leaving their house leaving them in a complete misunderstanding of what is happening. The door doesn't close as roughly as I would like, but I couldn't get angry either. It's not their business to show their character, he needed to show it.
If the snow was beautiful, now it is not as pleasant as before. The city is enveloped by snowfall in large, cold flakes. It sticks to my cheeks and burns, either from the snow, or from freezing tears. There is no point in shouting, people will not understand this, and in principle everything has been leading to this for a long time.. But who refuses to kick something next to him and throw a phrase that he will no longer meet with athletes.
It's probably been two years, more or less, just an approximate figure. Everything goes on as usual, snow begins to envelop the cities again. So are stadiums. The recent news spread quickly and this news could not get around her boyfriend, who was still a football fan. As strange as it may be, but she is still interested in people who have connected their lives with football. Actually to the news: the guy Y/N bought tickets to VIP places and a meeting with one of the players of their choice. Quite a decent amount. And quirks have their rich.
— Amazing composition, right? — the guy smiles at the girl when he saw the field and recognized all the players.
— I didn't think I'd see how Sae and Rin are playing against each other.
— You mean Itoshi? Although you know it's not uncommon in sports," he looks into the girl's eyes with interest.
"That's not the point.. The match will be tense, at least they will bite each other's throats. — the girl bit her tongue when she realized that this was exactly what would happen.
— Let's go, our business is just to watch, — the guy smiles at her, and takes her by the hand, leads her out of the place in the stands.
And now the match is over. Victory Blue Lock with a margin of one goal. And it wasn't Rin who scored it.
The same meeting. The young man Y/N really wanted to meet many, but the problem was that with only one player. They chose from the most beloved ones by counting.. Well, Rin so Rin, ten minutes to talk, and the guy decided to share with Y/N five minutes. To be honest and have something to brag about in front of other people.
After a short break, while some were being interviewed, Rin was called to a separate room to talk to VIP clients. Y/N and her boyfriend were also standing outside the doors of this room, waiting to be let in. We decided that Y/N goes first, there is no reason, just "ladies first", that's all. And so she walks into the room and the first thing she hears is:
— And why did you come?
— Honestly, I was dragged by force, I didn't know that you were going to play. And besides, I didn't choose it," Y/N shrugged her shoulders.
— If I knew, wouldn't go? Rin raised an eyebrow, with the same deadpan look she remembered all along.
— Well, yes.. Perhaps — the girl nods slightly at her words. — We don't have much time to talk, if that's all I'll call him.
— I wanted to apologize, — he says. Y/N blinks at his words, not really understanding what he just said. Apologizing? A joke or something.
— Has Rin Itoshi gone crazy?! — Y/N jumps away from him in horror. He had no problems with apologies before his arrival Sae, but to hear from him now, when he can only be compared to ice, is shocking.
— Five minutes are up, call your boyfriend. Rin nods towards the door.
— I didn't say he was my boyfriend.
"I saw everything," Rin rolls his eyes at her words. — If he wasn't your boyfriend, you wouldn't behave like this. Even with time, your manner has remained. And don't make an indifferent monster out of me, I can see it in your eyes.
The girl mumbles only "okay" and goes out the door. After her, her boyfriend comes in, she does not hear what they are talking about, but this gives her a reason to think about his words. What is this manner? Did Rin really regret his actions? Although what difference does it make, time has passed, his words have not gone anywhere and sometimes torment, even if he knows perfectly well that he has not been washed away in this for a long time.
— Rin, I remember your game much more today. It was unexpected that you would be playing against your brother. — The guy holds out his hand Itoshi, which he looks at with skepticism and is not even going to shake it with him. A small wave of awkwardness has come over the guy and he chuckles a little.
— Thank you?
— Okay, Y/N said that you once met. Why are you doing this to her? — His gaze darkens, then the former awkwardness has disappeared, instead there is a tension in the room, even more hostile.
— And what, are you going to tell me off? — Rin takes the guy by the collar and presses him against the wall and says through his teeth: — Do you think it was easy for me? I already know very well what kind of person I've lost.
— If I regretted it, I would have corrected the mistake long ago, right?
— Fixed it? Yes, even if so, there is from one relationship, only the name. Do you think she would forgive me for the words I said to her? She doesn't forgive such words, and she certainly doesn't forgive me. Rin squeezed his collar even harder. Outside the door, they heard knocking on the door and talking about the end of time. Itoshi lets the guy go. — Just try to do as I do..
— I'm definitely not going to do it, — the guy spat words and left the room.
— What were they talking about?
— Yes, he praised the game.
"And how did he receive her?" — Y/N took the guy by the hand, and together they walked down the corridor to the large hall, where the press was still standing.
— That's enough.. In cold blood.
— Oh, well, that's his style, — the guy smiles at her words. — Sae is still here, surprisingly, can he do a dirty trick?
— What are you going to do? — the guy darted a wary glance at her, as if he hadn't found her at his side. And now she is already standing behind Sae Itoshi is trying to reach him.
— Hey, Sae! It 's better Sae! Sae, the devil picked you up! — Y/N still managed to attract the senior Itoshi, when he turns to her, he is slightly surprised that she is here, and then his face contorts when she shows him two middle fingers while smiling. Oh, she's definitely the cover star of sports magazines and newspapers.
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New Girl on the Pitch Ch. 1
Pairing: Rebecca Welton x f!reader
Summary: Your friend Keeley brings you in as the team's social media manager, Rebecca is impressed, in more ways than one.
Words: 2,689
Warnings: 18+ minors DNI
Tags: flirty, fluff, slow burn
Notes: This is my first fanfic so please be nice. I’m anticipating for this to be multiple chapters so bare with me while it kicks into gear. I'm open to any and all suggestions or comments!
You think to yourself that you would enjoy walking through Richmond, such a pretty, quaint town, if it wasn't so bitter cold. Today the cold isn't what's on your mind, your friend Keeley asked you to stop by and give her a hand with the teams social media now that she's helping with their PR. The wind whips at the hem of your jacket as you make your way to AFC Richmond, nervous for your first day, unsure of what you're about to walk into.
You don't know much about soccer, growing up in the US you were mostly exposed to football when your dad and uncles got together to watch their favorite teams play; other than that, you were never a raging sports fan. You've heard of the new AFC Richmond coach, Ted Lasso though, and you relax a little knowing you won't be the only American there.
Around the bend you see the big double doors at the entrance of the stadium and a friendly, familiar face. Keeley is standing there, waving and calling you over.
"y/n!! You made it! Oh I'm so excited you're gonna love this, follow me!"
She grabs your arm and pulls you into the building, guiding you through the halls. You try to take in as much of your surroundings as you can whilst being dragged along.
"Woah wait slow down Keeley!" as you pull back from her grasp "I want to see all of this"
You walk up to the trophy cases, looking at decades of hard work stuck behind a thin sheet of glass.
"wow, they must be really good, look at all of these trophies"
"they've played like shit the last few seasons" Keeley says matter-of-factly.
You're a bit surprised that she knows that since you've never pegged her to be a sports fan, but then remember she's dating the teams star player, Jamie Tartt.
"Jamie's been bitching about how poorly they've played and how he's the best thing that's ever happened to Richmond"
You roll your eyes "of course he did" as you side-eye your friend. You don't know why she wastes her time on someone like Jamie, an immature, entitled jock.
"Come on we have to go!"
Keeley grabs your arm and pulls you through the halls once more.
“Where are we going?!”
“To meet everyone!”
“Who’s everyone?!”
"So there's Coach Lasso, he’s the one from the US too! There’s Coach Beard-"
"Coach Beard? Is his name Beard or does he have a really cool beard so that's what everyone calls him?"
Keeley slows her pace down, a look of uncertainty comes across her face
"I mean he does have a beard, but I don't know if that's actually his name or not"
You both laugh and keep moving
"Then there's Nate, he's the kitman"
"The what man?"
"The kitman, he gives the boys their water bottles, sets out the cones during training, cleans up the locker room"
"So a glorified waterboy?"
"pretty much, next there's Higgins, he's the director of communications and Rebecca's assistant"
"Who's Rebec-"
Keeley cuts you off with a sharp stop in front of an office door and knocks as she walks in
"Rebecca, this is y/n! The one I told you about that's gonna help out with social media!"
Keeley pulls you into the office, your eyes dart around the room, landing on a desk in the middle. You look up and your eyes are met by beautiful pair of piercing green eyes, you feel like your breath was stolen from you for a moment. Keeley is talking but you don't hear her, you're too distracted by the woman in front of you.
Her blond hair, plump lips, gorgeous yet intense green eyes, this woman is beautiful. She slams her laptop shut and you snap out of it, you look over at Keeley who's still introducing you.
"y/n this is Rebecca! She's the owner of AFC Richmond"
You freeze and your eyes dart between your friend and Rebecca while your thoughts rush through your brain. You could kill her for not giving you a heads up.
"Oh wow, uh, hi, my name is y/n" you blurt out. Between the shock of just bursting into the owners office and the shock of how beautiful this woman is, you can barely talk.
She stands up from her chair and you're taken back by how tall she is. You look her up and down, taking note of her immaculate curves, her huge chest, her toned arms that would give Michelle Obama a run for her money. She looks like a beautiful, blond Amazonian woman. She towers over you, you have to bend you neck just to maintain eye contact.
"Yes, I assume your name hasn't changed since Keeley introduced you two seconds ago" she says and reaches out her hand. You can't tell if she's joking or not, but you can immediately tell that this woman doesn't fuck around. She doesn’t seem to take to Keeley’s bubbly personality like most people. You’ve always witnessed people softening up and relaxing a little while around Keeley, but not Rebecca.
As she leans in you get a whiff of her perfume, a gorgeous, light yet bold scent that smells like something only a woman of maturity would wear, it’s almost intoxicating. You sheepishly reach out your hand and meet hers. You're again shocked, this time at how firm Rebecca’s handshake is, you also take note on how soft her skin is. Her hand warms yours, since they’re still cold from being outside.
"Sorry if my hands are cold" you say as you pull your hand away and rub your hands together, trying to warm them up. The warmth from her hand keeps yours warm for an extra second and you feel a lingering comfort.
You stand there awkwardly for a second and look over at Keeley hoping she would break the sudden awkward silence.
Rebecca goes to speak when you hear another knock at the door. You turn around to see who you can only assume is Coach Lasso, with a small pink box in his hand.
“Good mornin’ boss! It’s Biscuits with the Boss time!” He says cheerfully, almost too cheerfully for this early in the morning. “Well who’s this here?” As he stops in his tracks in front of you.
Keeley excitedly says “Ted, this is y/n, she’s going to be helping me out with the teams social media!”
“It’s great to meet you y/n! We can use all the help we can get, I know nothin’ ‘bout the Facespace and tweeter or whatever it is you kids use now a days.”
He sticks his hand out and you go to shake his hand.
“It’s an honor to meet you coach Lasso-”
“WAIT you’re American?!” He seems almost too excited “Well wouldya look at that, if we start addin’ too many more Americans to the team these people are gonna think we’re tryin’ to take this country over, ain’t that right boss? And please, call me Ted.”
You chuckle at his joke “sounds good, it’s great to meet you Ted.”
The tension you felt earlier begins to subside as you shake his hand, you’re surprised at how comforting it feels to be around someone from the US, you feel like it’s been forever since you’ve been home.
“Well boss I got your favorite!” Ted says walking towards the desk.
You turn around and notice Rebecca’s eyes dart quickly towards Ted, “was she looking at me?” You think to yourself.
Ted hands her the box and she smiles back at him. You’re a little surprised given how unemotional she seemed a few seconds ago, but you can’t help but smile a little while looking at her. You’ve never seen someone’s smile light up the room like that, you begin to wonder how it’s possible for someone to look so flawless.
Rebecca seems to forget you and Keeley are in the room, she opens the box with an anticipation and excitement you were not expecting, it almost seems uncharacteristic for her; and picks up a biscuit and brings it to her lips. “I wish I was that biscuit” you think to yourself, then realize that that’s probably one of the craziest and dumbest things you’ve ever thought.
“Oh fuck me” Rebecca moans “Ted please tell me where you get these from, I must know”
Your body tingles at the sound of her moan, you feel yourself starting to get wet as a pulse shoots through your body down into your core. Now you really wish you were that biscuit.
“Well I’ve told you once boss, if I told you that we wouldn’t be able to have Biscuits with the Boss every morning!”
Rebecca seems irritated by his response as any lasting signs of anticipation and excitement she had just seconds before vanishes. Ted either doesn’t realize it, or doesn’t care. Either way, if she looked at you like that, you’d want to crawl under a rock and hide.
She glances over at you and Keeley and immediately put the box down, adjusts her posture and fixes her shirt collar. You think you see a flash of embarrassment cross her face, as if she forgot you both were there for a moment.
“Of course.” She says flatly. “Very well then, Ted I’m very busy this morning so I must get back to work.”
“Of course ya are! I’ll get outta your hair then.” Ted turns to leave and stops in front of you. “It was great to meet ya y/n, Keeley why don’t ya bring her down into our office later for a little meet and greet, what’d ya think about that?”
“That was going to be our next stop!” Keeley says excitedly
“Well great, see ya both soon then!” Ted says as he walks away
You turn back around and notice Rebecca had been looking straight at you while your back was turned to her, there’s no doubt this time. Her eyes quickly meet yours and you see the corner of her mouth curve into a slight smirk. You feel your cheeks get red and you look away. Usually you can read people really well, but for some reason, you cannot for the life of you figure out Rebecca.
“Well like I said I’m very busy and must get back to work” Rebecca sits back down in her chair, crossing one of her toned, long legs over the other.
“Come on let me finish giving you the tour! We’ll see you later Rebecca!” Keeley spins on her heels and turns to leave.
“It was nice meeting you” you say to Rebecca
“You as well. Welcome to AFC, y/n” she gives you a smirk and reopens her laptop turning her attention to the screen, as if you had already left the room.
Your heart skips a beat when you hear her say your name. You spin around and follow Keeley, lost in your own thoughts as Keeley talks about AFC. You try to pay attention but your thoughts are swirling. “She had to be checking me out, right?” “What was that smirk? Is she into me?” “How could someone like her even notice someone like me?” “She’s the fucking owner!! There’s no way she was checking me out”
As your thoughts continue to spiral Keeley stops and snaps her fingers in your face to get your attention
“Hello? Is anyone home? Have you even been listening to me?!”
“What? No of course I was listening?”
“Okay then what was the last thing I said?”
You panic a little, you definitely were not paying attention, but as soon as you confirm that, Keeley is going to haunt you about what you were thinking of and you can not tell her about the thoughts you just had about the owner! Your new boss!
“Uh, ‘okay, what was the last thing I said?’” You quickly reply
“Oh you’re a cheeky bitch aren’t ya? Where did you just go?!”
“I, uh, nowhere, I was just a little overwhelmed back there, that’s all. I had no idea she was gonna be the owner! A heads up would have been nice” as you playfully nudge her.
“Oh Rebecca is great!! As soon as I decided to not be afraid of her we’ve gotten along so well”
“What do you mean you decided to not be afraid of her?” You’re as equally surprised as you are confused at what Keeley said, since she isn’t often intimidated by others; but you also understand because Rebecca is as intimidating as she is beautiful.
“She’s fucking terrifying! But I decided to not be scared of her and it’s been great! She even showed me a photo a paparazzi took of her sunbathing naked”
Another pulse shoots straight down, she showed Keeley a naked picture of herself?! Who is this woman?!
“That woman’s tits are incredible! And they’re real! Can you believe that?!”
A third pulse shoots down, you feel your panties getting more wet by the minute
“What??” You try to mask the tone of surprise with confusion
“Oh come on don’t tell me you didn’t look at her tits! I mean they take up half of her chest it’s hard not to look at them”
“Uh, I mean, yeah I guess” you stutter. Keeley raises an eyebrow at you, she knows you usually aren’t lost for words like this. "I don't know dude she was fucking terrifying and she only spoke like five words!"
"Oh yeah she's absolutely terrifying,"
Phew, good save you think to yourself
"but once you get past that I think she's great! I mean, I haven't gotten too far past it just yet, but I like her!"
"If you say so! Come on show me the rest of this place!"
You divert the conversation to something else while two of you walk off towards the locker room and the coaches offices. If you two keeps talking about Rebecca, Keeley is gonna know something is up. "Well this was certainly not how I expected my first day to go, no less the first hour of my first day" you think to yourself.
You can't help but think of Rebecca for the rest of the day, both a little terrified but secretly hoping you'd see her again. You meet the team and everyone else. All of the players are really nice, except for Roy, you're convinced he only communicates in "fucks" and grunts. Sam was so sweet and then there was Jamie, who you've met before, and you still don't like him.
The day finishes just as quickly as it had started, you and Keeley walk out and see Rebecca opening the backseat door to her car. "Damn, she has a driver? She must be rich, rich" you think to yourself.
"Bye Rebecca!" Keeley shouts. Rebecca gives a half wave and climbs into the car. You make eye contact with her as she gets into the car, you're able to keep your eyes on hers without looking away this time and you swear she gives you a smirk as she closes the door. The tinted windows of the car made it hard to see, but you could almost swear that she was watching you as her driver pulled away.
Jamie walks over and puts his arm around Keeley "Come on babes, I need a foot rub" you roll your eyes at him and turn to Keeley
"Thanks for everything Keels, I had a great first day"
You two give each other a quick hug and part ways. You make your way back to your flat, not even noticing that it's colder out than it was this morning. Rebecca has been on your mind all day, tonight probably won't be much different. After a quick shower and some dinner, you crawl into bed but can't fall asleep. Your thoughts are swirling, you're not sure if you're just imagining things since you've been single for a few months now, or if Rebecca was really checking you out. You set your alarm for tomorrow and roll over hoping you'll doze off at a reasonable hour.
~ Chapter 2 will be posted soon! ~
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I wrote a giant description of all the characters based on what my friend and I were talking about can I have your opinion:
I am going to be starting with the first post where I mention the balectors of Stardew valley. This means the characters that you are able to date and eventually marry if you want to do that. In order to reach perfection, which is the end of the game, you need to have someone live in your house with 12 hearts in order to give you a stardrop. Hearts are friendship points you can get by giving points. That is one of the two ways to gain friendship. The other is through cut scenes you get by progressing in your relationship and by saying things that make them either like or hate you more.
Anyways, onto the characters, starting with Haley who is the first person you mention. I am married to her which is because I like how her character progresses. As you gain friendship with her, she gets more nice and is open to different things then she was before. For example, she used to throw away her clothes each year but says she donates it now. She is super cute and sweet when she is married to her and it seems as though she is in love. She is kind of like a disney princess as you mention because she likes makeup and is girly. The next you mentioned is Leah who actually lives in a cottage and lives to forage and build for you. Penny is actually the opposite of what you said as she is horrible at baking and teaches the two children in town (and eventually Leo) Jas and Vincent and she also likes to read. Her mother, Pam, is abusive. But I can talk about her in a little bit. Abigail is the most popular person to marry as people like her because she is adventurous and wants to fight in the caves and is in a band with Sam and Sebstain. There is a theory that she is actually the wizard’s daughter because her mom admits to going to his tower and her dad says they do not look similar and the wizard says he thinks he might have a daughter. Abigail is also kind of a meme because if you give her gems she will say, “How did you know that I was hungry?” Basically everyone considers her cool and a meme and she is probably the wizard’s daughter. Emily likes crystals and parrots and dances and all of her cut scenes are basically fever dreams. So she is kind of a psychopath and super excited all of the time. Her and Haley are sisters and do not get along. In earlier versions of Maru, she had really curly hair and a lot of the community, including me, thinks she looks better like that. I also consider her hair to be kind of cool. She likes robotics.
Anyways, the next up is the marriage candidates for the guys. You are totally right that it is so random. Elliot is a writer and he is very attention starved as he writes you poems and is obsessed with you when you date him and writes you a book based on what genre you say you like. Harvey IS a simple man. His favorite gift is coffee so you definitely got that done. He has anxiety and never talks to anyone and tries to be better about that if you date him. So he is chill and kind of a meme because your stuff gets taken if you get knocked out in battle and he charges a thousand gold for repairing you. You were exactly right with Sebastian as he is moody and does not like people and plays video games from 10am to 10pm. Alex is sexist to you if you are a girl and is kind of arrogant about wanting to be a professional football player. So you are completely right. You are wrong about Shane, though, he is actually really mean to you and wants you to not talk to him. Most of his events are about him being suicidal and depressed and an acholicoal. One is where he wants to roll off a cliff and is drunk. Not mafia material. I do agree about his jacket, though, it is kind of cool. Even though it has a J on it which stands for Joja which is a company he works for. Joja is basically the definition of capitalism in this game. Sam is actually friends with Sebastian and Abigail and he wants to be in a band which he is in. They like to play DND and it is a thing in the community that Sam and Sebastain should be dating.
Onto the villagers. Willy is a fisherman and kind of chill so you were sort of wrong but I would definitely want to go on an adventure with him as well so actually I agree, you win. Everyone loves Robin and a lot of people are sad you cannot date her because of Demetris. You were so wrong about Demetris but the way. Robin is actually Sebstain’s mom’s but he is it related to Demetrius. Demetris hates Sebastian but loves Maru and this makes Sebastian really angry. Demeteruis also does not care about Robin who we love. Sandy is my favorite as she is lonely in the desert and really wants to spend time with you and is super confident and sweet. You are right about Pam, also, by the way. She is super abusive and drinks too much beer every night and treats her daughter, Penny, unfairly. She also speaks like she is living in texas. The wizard is kind of weird but he is also cool because of his magic. Krobus is amazing and he is the opinion for the aromantics as you can have him move into your house and he gives you hugs instead of kisses and is amazing. The dwarf hates Krobus because of a war between the dwarfs and the shadow people so he kind of sucks. Krobus is adorable. Jas and Vincent are both kind of weird like no one cares about them. I mean Jas is more interesting because she is related to Shane and Marine and Vincent is interesting because his dad, Kent, has ptsd from fighting in the war. Kent is kind of weird and has a freakout because of popcorn because of his ptsd. Pierre is not like Harvey at all, he steals credit for your crops and only cares about money and nothing else. No one really likes him. Evelyn is the nicest person ever as she makes cookies for you and says you can call her Granny. Everyone likes her so much. Jodi is kind of boring and depressed because she has no freedom and spends her entire life taking care of her kids, Sam and Vincent. Demetris is awful. Linus and Leo go together because they both like nature and are kind of connected to it. Lewis is not. He steals money from the town and uses it to make gold statues of himself. He is dating Marine and refuses to make their relationship public even though no one would care and is toxic. Also, the others you did not mention are Caronline and Clint and George and Gus so I am just going to explain them. Caroline is Pierre’s husband and might be cheating on him so you know… kind of bad… whatever. She is fine I guess, it is weird, no one really cares about her. Clint has a crush on Emily and is super creepy about it and is kind of disgusting and tries to be like a sob story so not thank you. George is super grumpy and rude and is in a wheelchair because of a mining accident. Gus is amazing and kind of knows everything about everyone.
Onto the next section, okay? Grandpa looks blue because he is a ghost who visits you in your third year. I do not like him. It is weird. The governor is actually like you think he is, he has no clue about anything and just wants to visit once a year to literally just eat soup. (I am not kidding, look it up, promise you.) Marlon is actually like you say and he has a crush on Marnie and is a perfect opinion for her. Birdie is part of ginger island and is super sweet and gives you fairy dust and you find something for her to remind her of her husband who died in a tragic accident. It is amazing to do because you get an award and it is just wholesome and kind of sad. Gil does supply items and he is like a moment away from death basically so you are right. Gunther is awesome and yeah, kind of suspicious but great. Okay. That is all of the villagers summarized for you.
Woo boy, you gave me a whole novel!
well, here are some of my thoughts:
Penny isn't necessarily bad at cooking,(from what I know) she just shouldn't experiment. She's also shy and emotionally sensitive
Emily is what I believe people call a "Cristal girl" not necessarily a psychopath, she also seems to have her "head in the clouds" and yeah, positive most of the time.
Ermm... actually☝️🤓 Harvey takes 10% of however much gold you have.
Dang, you kept Alex one short! But yeah, same thing as Hayley but with the ego and the sexism if you're a girl. He also lives with Grany Eveiln and Granpa Jorge because his mother died and the father was presumably abusive
To be fair to ghost grandpa, he's stuck haunting the farm until you can get the perfection statue so he kinda can't move on lmao!
Marlon is also a cool adventurer who will go down in the dangerous mines to get your stuff if you pay him
I wouldn't say Demetrius hates Sebastian, he just has a huge favoritism problem. He's also a very logical thinker from what I can interpret in his dialog
And to be fair to Clint... the Farmer's also kinda a stalker...in more ways than one...
But I'm not here to argue anything, I'm just sharing some thoughts. You have a right to think whatever you want about whatever character
Overall pretty good! 👍
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Maneater (Chapter 1)
pairing ➩ Ex!Bucky Barnes x Promiscuous!Reader (College AU)
series warnings ➩ drinking, asshole!Bucky, enemies to lovers, exes to lovers, love triangle, smut, slut shaming, cursing
chapter warnings ➩ cursing, mentions of sex, kissing, betrayal (because reader is very bad at self control)
synopsis ➩ Y/n fucks up.
word count ➩ 800
“Truth or dare, Sophia?” says a drunk frat boy. You’re barely paying attention to the game. Instead you are focusing on the music that plays. You listen as it goes from The Killers to Kendrick Lamar. And from Kendrick to Dua Lipa. And from Dua to…
“Y/n?” Your friend, Wanda, pulls you out of your trance.
“Truth or dare?” you hear a dude ask. The voice belongs to Thor, who definitely falls under the dumb jock stereotype. He’s not mean, but he also isn’t nice. It’s his ego that repels you.
“Dare,” you say without hesitation.
“Hmm,” he pretends to think. You already know he’s gonna tell you to kiss him. It’s written all over his face for one, he’s giving you major ‘fuck me’ eyes. “Kiss me,” and there it is. You walk over to him, grab him by the cheek, and connect your lips to his. It starts to get awkward for everyone as he sticks his tongue in your mouth as far as it will go. Not wanting to continue this uncomfortable embrace, you pull back and return to the spot beside Wan. Drinking your vodka and cranberry juice, you dare her to take a shot.
As the game goes on you think about things. Like all those times Jane, your roommate, mentioned she had a thing for Thor. Well by the looks of it, he does not feel the same way. He’s a player and she should know that. The only reason he kissed you was the hope of sex. He’s not a keeper, so no, you don’t feel bad about your dare.
A half hour goes by and the game finally ends, leaving you to go back to your house. When suddenly, Thor pops by your side. “Can I walk you home?” He asks.
“Uhh, sure,” you give him a slight smile. A walk home is innocent, and you like the sound of having a football player by your side as you travel across campus in the dark.
“So, I know we haven’t really talked that much, but I think you’re really cool and pretty, and maybe sometime we can go on a date.” He takes you by surprise, maybe Jane was right. Honestly, you had never expected the word date to come out of his mouth, and it’s really making you want him. What girl doesn’t like a little bit of attention?
“You know what, I’d really like that, but my friend is sorta in love with you.”
“Who, Jane?”
“Yeah” You feel kinda wrong for telling him, but you’re not in middle school and it seems like he already knows. Your friendship with Jane is pretty superficial, she really just uses you for your notoriety among male students. But you’re not complaining, her dad pays for your housing. Of course you offered to pay your share, but he insisted.
“She’s spoiled and petty, but you, you’re perfect.” Shit. Fuck. Thor is saying all the right things. The silence that surrounds you is comforting, and you don’t feel bad at all, everything feels safe as you walk for a few uninterrupted seconds.
“Listen as much as I want to kiss you, and I really do, I just can’t. I have to respect my friend, and she really likes you. You’re off limits”
“Wow, you’re a really good friend, sorry I don’t mean to make you feel pressured.”
“No, don’t feel bad. Shit, I made this awkward.”
He chuckles. “No you didn’t, just, I shouldn’t have asked you out” For three minutes, the two of you walk in silence. But being a good person was never your strong-suit.
“What you said it isn’t true, I’m not a good friend.” He raises his eyebrows in curiosity. As you approach your doorway, your lips run to his, leaving the two of you making out right in front of your rental. His tongue is much more calculated than it was at the party, and his hands start to squeeze your ass. That’s when you pull back. You can’t do this.
“I’m sorry,” you say, disappointment evident in your tone. This is just wrong, you’re a horrible friend. You run to your door and slam the it shut. What the fuck did you just do? As you melt into the wall, struggling to breathe, you see Jane with the angriest expression you’ve ever seen. “Jane, I’m so sorry. I don’t even know why I did that.”
Suddenly, your home is filled with screams of disappointment, anger, sadness, jealousy, and just about every negative emotion known to man. “GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!” And you don’t bother reasoning with her, she will always get her way.
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The Princess & the Football Player | Chapter 14
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"Welcome to Villa Farfalla" Roberta says when we get out of the car.
"Farfalla vendetta?" Mason chuckles.
"Everyone does that joke, you aren't being original" she replies, rolling her eyes. "It is called farfalla because that's the nickname my great-grandfather had for my great-grandmother. He built this place for her!"
"That's cute" Declan says.
"Should we start with the tour?" Roberta asks.
"After you" Mason says, taking her hand on his and kissing it, making her giggle.
"Are you ready for two weeks or hearing her giggle?" I ask Declan. Once we arrived home after the World Cup, we all decided to spend part of the summer holidays in Italy like Roberta had suggested, though only David and Sophie know that we are together. My parents think it is just Roberta and I, and the media believes that Mason and Declan are in Mykonos or Dubai like most of their teammates.
"I'm afraid we are gonna hear her do more than just giggle" Declan sighs.
"Well, at least it is a big house" I laugh, linking my arm with his and following Roberta and Mason.
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"Morning."
"Good morning. Coffee?" Declan asks, his eyes slowly scanning my body.
"Yes, please" I say, trying to play it cool and leaning against the kitchen's countertop where he is making himself some breakfast, doing my best to ignore the fact that my temperature has gone a few degrees up just by the way he was looking at me.
"They also woke you up, didn't they?" he chuckles, his eyes still fixed on my body. Thank you for buying me these pyjamas, Sophie.
"I didn't get to sleep until they finished."
"I had never heard him be so loud."
"Same with Roberta. It was as if they had the door and all the windows open."
"Maybe they did."
"Then thank God they closed at least the door when I walked past their room now. They were back at it."
"Really?" he laughs.
"Yep. They are like rabbits or something” I laugh. “Anyway, what are you eating?"
"Just a toast with some peach marmalade I found" he says. "Do you want a bite?"
"Are you sure it isn't out of date? Roberta said most things on the cupboards were from last summer."
"I didn't check" he shrugs, giving his toast a big bite.
"Declan!"
"Whot?"
"First of all, manners. You do not speak with your mouth full of food. And second, what if you get sick? I came here to relax and have a good time, not to be your nurse."
"You probably are a great nurse" he smirks.
"I'm the least helpful person in the world if you are puking or bleeding, so I don't think so."
"Shame. Guess it'll have to be just roleplaying" he says, giving the toast another bite.
"Are you into that?" I ask, arching a brow.
"Never tried it. You?"
"Nope."
"Do you want to?"
"What are you suggesting, Mr. Rice?" I ask with a mischievous smile.
"Well..." he says, putting his toast down and licking his fingers very slowly, definitely knowing what he is doing. "I thought we could... You know. Become rabbits too."
"Declan!" I laugh.
"Don't you want to?" he asks, grabbing me by the waist and pushing me against the kitchen's countertop.
"Become a rabbit? Nope."
"And what about doing what rabbits do?"
"Maybe..."
"Just maybe?" he says, trying to sound offended.
"I guess you'll have to convince me."
"Ok" he chuckles. "May I kiss you?"
"You don't have to ask every time you want to do it, you know?" I laugh.
"Yeah... But I still fear MI6 may show up out of nowhere."
"The bodyguards here are all Italian, you are safe."
"Oh, great. Now the mafia is involved."
"Declan!"
"I was just teasing" he smiles.
"Roberta is tired of hearing people make that bad joke when she tells them she is Italian, so now when someone mentions it, she says that everyone in Italy has an uncle that works for the mafia and that should watch out."
"I'll have to ask Gianlu if that's true, then."
"Scamacca? He's hot."
"Excuse me?"
"I have eyes" I shrug. "And if you didn't exist, he could be my prince."
"Imagine him with a crown and his neck tattoos" Declan laughs.
"My mum would faint the moment she sees me with him. She hates tattoos."
"I don't have any."
"You don't?"
"Want to check for yourself?" he smirks.
"I thought you wanted to kiss me" I reply with a similar smile.
"We can do both things. First I can kiss you," Declan says, brushing his lips against mine. "And then we can check each other to see if we have tattoos."
"I don't have tattoos."
"That's what you say. May I kiss you?"
"Urgh, stop asking and just do it" I say, pulling him closer to me and kissing him, that electricity I've always felt when we touch or kiss going through my whole body once again. It is something I can't get enough of. I can't get enough of him. I need him. I want him. And he seems to feel the same, his kisses getting more intense, his hands moving all over my body, getting under my clothes.
"Fuck" I gasp when his thumb brushes over my nipple.
"So hard" he whispers, his eyes focused on mine while he touches me again.
"Look who is talking" I smirk.
"Your room or mine?"
"Yours is too close to Mason's."
"Then yours it is" he says, taking a step back and picking me up.
"Declan!" I laugh again. "What are you doing?"
"I'm carrying you upstairs" he says as he starts walking.
"Why?"
"Because if we walk together, we won't make it. We'll probably start kissing and end up fucking in the middle of the corridor, and that's something I don't enjoy when we aren't alone."
"Does that mean that you've done it before?"
"There are too many stairs at my place" he shrugs.
"Ok" I laugh.
The moment we walk into my room, we are kissing again, hands all over each other, clothes flying everywhere until we are completely naked.
"Is the door closed?" I ask between kisses.
"It is" Declan says, moving me towards the bed and slowly pulling me down until we both are laying on it, kissing again.
But we are not rushing it. We are enjoying every kiss, every touch, laughing, smiling at each other. It feels...
"Perfect" I say, hugging Declan. "That was perfect."
"It was, wasn't it?" he says, kissing my head.
"I can't remember the last time I made love with someone."
"We... Made love?" he chuckles.
"Yes, we did" I say, turning my head to look at him and resting my chin on his chest. "Didn't you feel it? It wasn't just sex. There was something more, it was... Special."
"It did feel special" he says, putting a lock of hair behind my ear. "The perfect first time."
"The perfect first time" I repeat with a big smile.
"And I'm glad it went like this, you know?" Declan says, now caressing my cheek. "I didn't want our first time together to be just sex. I wanted it to be special because you are special to me. You aren't like any of the other girls I've been with, and not just because of who you are" he smiles.
"Aren't you cute?" I giggle.
"I am. I am very cute, and I also am very hungry. Should we go downstairs and grab something to eat? You didn't let me finish my toast, and it probably is lunch time already."
"Can't we cuddle for a bit longer? Just five minutes before we go back to the real world" I pout, hugging him again with both my arm and my leg.
"You mean before going back to those two rabbits we have for best friends."
"Exactly" I laugh. "Let it be just you and I in our perfect bubble for a bit longer."
"Ok. Just the two of us" he replies, hugging me tighter.
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ASOIAF American highschool AU bc I want them to suffer
-Jon is that guy you see in the hall all the time and he’s super cute but then you talk to him and he’s just. The most pretentious asshole you’ve ever met. He’s better than you bc he takes AP classes btw. And he’s on the basketball team but he’s brooding so he barely has any friends
-Dany is a little FREAK ugh I love her. She’s a GSA officer and wears weird clothes and cat ears to school and everyone makes fun of her but she’s the nicest person ever. Very passionate ab her special interests. super smart too like no one can say that she isn’t top of class
-Sansa is the nice popular religious girl who likes to make cookies for people. She’s like condescending nice though and is sweet to the losers mostly out of pity. Obsessed with Loras in a comphet way to cover her real crush on Margaery. She is on the swim team and loves to run the student council like the navy
-Arya is on the soccer and basketball team. Slightly to weird to be popular but too cool to be a loser. Kind of disruptive in class but it’s okay bc she’s funny. Definition of a low maintenance girl. Cuts her hair short and likes the way she looks in a sports bra and baggy clothes but has yet to find out what non-binary is
-Robb Homecoming King football captain you get the gist. Sincerely nice and is the one jock who’s on good terms with literally everyone in his classes. Tries his best to defend Jon (it is so hard) Has dated around but his most intense relationship is with his drug dealer burnout bestie Theon. They get jealous when the other starts dating a girl (both of them have yet to find out what bisexualism is)
-Joffrey is a grade A bitchass. He’s on the soccer or lacrosse team only because Cersei bribed the coach. No one really likes him but they hang around him anyway because he has a sick ass house and his moms hot. Thinks he’s smarter than he actually is, maintains a C- average
-Bran is that freshman you only see in khaki shorts and graphic t-shirts about bugs or some shit. Completely lives in his own world (autism slay!) and has trouble interacting with other kids. Besties with Meera and Jojen tho who just get him. Reads big ass philosophy books in his spare time
-Aegon is Dany’s cooler cousin. He’s way more popular than Jon and the two have a one sided rivalry that Jon made up in his head. Pretty nice to other people but he thinks he is such hot shit. His superiority complex is kinda crazy
-Theon graduated last year but still hangs around campus. Goes to Robb’s football games and sells drugs under the stands. “Where’s my hug at” guy. Drives a beat up Honda civic that’s on its last legs. Has multiple misdemeanors on his record. Robb thinks he can fix him
-Loras is Robb’s teammate who’s also mister popular. Already has a scholarship to a D1 school and is every teachers favorite (he takes advantage of this to skip class). Smart but doesn’t really try that hard in class. A classic DL gay guy who is in a situationship with grad student Renly after lying about his age on grindr
-Davos is everyone’s favorite History or English teacher. Gets invested in the students wellbeing. Gay kids LOVE him, he never can have a lunch period to himself those kids who are looking for a father figure are always eating lunch in his classroom. Has a loving wife and kids but is down bad for the eternally suffering Vice Principal Stannis
-Robert is the football coach and in most American schools you have to be a teacher to be a coach so he probably teaches health or sex Ed or some shit. Half asses his classes so he can go over film with his football players instead. You can hear him yelling from across campus. He is so loud
-Stannis is the vice principal who absolutely no one likes except Davos. Even the teachers don’t respect him. Has wanted to be principal for years but keeps getting fucked over by administration. Wants to move to a different school district so he can get a pay raise but the sexy Spanish teacher Mel is trying to convince him to blackmail the school board instead
-Tywin the principal. Used to be a AP US history or AP economics teacher but then discovered that he hated kids so he bullied and bribed his way into the principal position. Kids run when they hear him in the hallway with his walkie talkie crackling and his keys jangling. Lets Joffrey get away with everything bc he’s the principals grandson
-Cersei as the head of the school board. Always shoveling funds to her kids school instead of any of the other ones in the school district. Probably is in some sort of tax evasion or bribery scandal that Tywin is trying to cover up. Number one passive aggressive hater on Facebook
#ASOIAF shitposting#based on my experiences in an American public highschool#real dark days ages 14-17 were#time to project
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A Manchester Affair (Rúben Dias): Chapter 9
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By the time the international break came up, Rúben was more than ready to go to Portugal and spend some time away from Manchester. Knowing that Lucía was still in the same building as him but not seeing her was killing him. He knew he should talk to her, but he still couldn't face her and what might happen when they talked. What if she had moved on already? And that’s why he pretended not to be home all the times she knocked on his door. She now did it less and less often, probably discouraged by the absence of a response. He liked to imagine he wanted to fix things but couldn’t be sure that was the reason for her wanting to talk.
So yes, going to Portugal was exactly what he needed.
The day after arriving at camp, he was training with the rest of the team when Dalot approached him for one of the exercises they needed to couple up for. It was a bit surprising for him because they’d never been paired before. It’s not that they weren’t friends but they both had other people in the squad they got on better with.
“You ok?”, asked Rúben.
“I am, yeah. You?”
“I’ve been better, I guess”.
“We need to talk, Rúben”.
“What do you mean?”, he asked, surprised.
“We need to talk about someone we both know and what’s going on between you two”.
Rúben’s face was of pure shock. Not so much because of his teammate's request, but the fact that Lucía had told someone else about the two of them. And she told Diogo? It felt a bit random since she never mentioned him as one of her better friends in the squad. But then he remembered how many times Lucía told him she was going to be late for their dates because she was out with Diogo’s girlfriend. So maybe that’s why he knows.
“Did she tell you to talk to me?”
“No”, laughed Diogo. “I don’t think she’ll appreciate it but I’m tired of seeing her looking sad. And now I see you and you look as miserable as she does. So if I can at least try to help…”, he shrugged.
“How much do you know?”
“All of it”.
Ok, this should be a fun conversation.
**
After training, all the players showered and got ready for an afternoon off. Most of them had family visiting them, so that’s what they did before dinner time arrived. Rúben himself was going to be meeting his family, who could notice there was something wrong with him. But just assumed he was tired.
“Do you want me to go to your room after dinner or do you want to come to mine?”, asked Diogo.
“Mine is ok”.
“Cool”, he said smiling.
He was still very confused by the whole situation. But there was a part of him that was very excited about this conversation. What if Diogo could actually fix this? He mentioned Lucía being sad, so that meant she hadn’t moved on. Maybe there was hope.
It would be such a surprising thing but maybe it was Diogo who helped them. Rúben didn’t care as long as things were fixed. He had been miserable since they fought. He had only found solace in playing football. And even that was starting to be affected by their current situation.
He almost gave away a penalty in his last match for City that could have cost the team the victory and had both Stones and Pep screaming at him for it. Asking him where his head was at. Well, it was on the red side of Manchester. That's where. But they wouldn’t understand that. Maybe Pep could, but a lot would have to be explained to him before.
“Come in!”, Rúben said when he heard a knock on his door.
“I hope you don’t feel like I’m intruding”, said Diogo, taking a seat in Rúben’s bed. “But I care about you both and seeing you wasting this opportunity to be together makes me sad”.
“It's ok. I do appreciate it”.
“Rúben, Lucía likes you. You. Not Scott, not me, not anyone else. I asked her about Scott actually, when she told me about you. And she denied it again. And honestly, after seeing the way she talks about you both, it’s clear to me she was telling the truth”.
“I can believe that there is nothing between them, Diogo, but the problem is her not opening up to me. I know I accepted the sex and nothing more deal, but it’s not that now. I don’t think it’s ever been just that”.
“I get your point”.
“But she doesn’t allow us to move forward. Whenever I try to take another step forward, she pushes me two steps back. I get she’s afraid of feeling something for someone again but I can’t do this anymore. She’s probably shared more about herself with you than with me”, said Rúben, relieved he was finally able to let all these feelings out. He really need to speak to someone but hadn’t realised it until he started to talk.
“That’s what Claudia told her. That she needed to talk to you and really open up and show you why she’s acting the way she is. I don’t know her whole story. I don’t think anyone other than our coach knows. Maybe yours does too but she’s the one who has to tell you. We can’t ask them”.
Rúben kept on thinking about all the things his teammate was telling him, trying to find a solution somewhere.
“So”, he started, “what do I do know?”
“Well, have you tried talking to her after your fight?”
“No, I’ve been avoiding her”.
Diogo sighed. “I get it but that’s no way to solve anything. Talk to her the moment you get back to Manchester, ok?
“I will. Thanks, mate”.
“Happy to help”, said Diogo with a smile. “But don’t talk about this with Bruno. He doesn’t know about it yet. Only Scott and I know at United”.
“What was Scott’s reaction?”, asked Rúben, not being able to hide his curiosity.
“Well, he finally understood why you were so aggressive to him for no reason at the derby”, chuckled Diogo. “But he doesn’t have any of those types of feelings for her either, mate. He cares about her a lot. And wants her to be happy. He was telling her to open up to you before knowing who you were, actually. He’s not your enemy and never has been”.
That actually made Rúben feel a bit stupid. He was so focused on being jealous, that he lost his professionality at a match. He guessed an apology was due on the next derby.
A part of him wanted to text Lucía now. To let her know about how he felt and that he wanted to fix things. But it wasn’t how he should do it. He knew he had to wait until he was back in Manchester and do things properly. Just like he should have done from the very beginning.
**
The international break didn’t mean Lucía had no work to do, but it meant having a couple of days off. Both she and Erik used those to go back to The Netherlands, but once there, they separated. She was really looking forward to spending some time with her friends that she had missed so much since moving to Manchester.
“Hi!!! We’ve missed you!”, said Lena when she opened the door of her apartment.
“I’ve missed you too”, said Lucía, giving her a hug.
“Are you ready to party?? Everyone is coming to Amsterdam just to see you”.
“More than ready!”
She wasn’t necessarily a party animal, but if there was a time when she needed to let loose and maybe drink a bit more than usual, it was now.
The weeks after her fight with Rúben were the worst she’d had since breaking up with her ex. Actually, this was even worse because now she was to blame too. And that made the hurting even worse.
Lucía felt like she was finally ready to talk to Rúben, or at least try. But he didn’t want to see her. He ignored her calls, and her texts and always pretended not to be home when she knocked on his door.
One time, as she was going down the stairs, she heard Jack go to see him and waited to see if Rúben would open the door for him. And of course, he did. It was just her he didn’t want to see. It almost made her give up but she couldn’t.
“I told Pauline to make sure Laurens isn’t there”, said Lena, getting Lucía out of your thoughts about Rúben.
“Why would he be there?”
“He isn’t with Sarah anymore and has been hanging out here again. I’m not happy about it but, you know, others forget quickly”.
She couldn’t deny it hurt her to know that her friends accepted him back into their group after what he did to her but, if she was being honest with herself, it was mostly Lena and Peter she was really friends with. The rest of the group had a different type of friendship with Lucía. And Laurens was very charismatic. That’s how he managed to fool so many people.
“It’s ok. I’ve moved on”.
“Have you?”, said Lena, surprised.
“Sit down. We need to talk”.
Talking to Claudia was good, but Lena knew her even better. And she really needed to catch her up with everything that had been going on since her move to Manchester.
"If anyone asked me who I thought was incapable of doing this friends with benefits thing, I would have said you. What were you thinking?"
“I wasn’t thinking, Lee. That’s the problem”, she said, covering her face with her hands.
"It'll be ok. You'll talk at some point and fix it. But you need to tell him everything. I know opening up to Laurens only caused you pain but not everyone is like him. Not everyone uses someone's trauma to their own advantage. I would never do that, for example. So talk to him ok? And invite me over when you make up. I need to give my approval".
Talking to Lena always brought a smile to Lucía’s face. And she was right. It was time, to be honest. Fully honest.
**
A couple of hours, and a couple of cocktails, into the night, Lucía finally felt free. Her mind was empty and she was just enjoying her time with some friends. But good things always come to an end.
"Hi Schatje!"
She would have recognised that voice and that nickname anywhere. The sound of Laurens’ voice made her stop walking towards the toilets and she turned to face her ex-boyfriend.
"What do you want?", she said, harshly.
"Oh come on. Don't tell me you're still mad", he said in his smooth tone. He really knew how to charm people.
"About you dating me for a whole year and probably cheating during those 12 months? Yeah, well, it was a bit annoying, you know?"
"Schatje…"
"Stop calling me that! I'm not your treasure. I’m nothing of yours".
"But you could be", he said, backing her until her back hit the wall. She could see his hand approaching her face and when she felt him caressing her cheek, her body shuddered. "See? There is still something there".
"That was me being repulsed by your touch, Laurens", told him Lucía, slapping his hand away. "Not me being turned on by you. That ship sailed already".
"Really? Do you have someone new in Manchester? Maybe a footballer? Do you know how I never believed that you didn't sleep with any at Ajax? I'm sure that now you're single, you are really having a great time with your new squad. And who could blame them?"
His hand was now on her bum. And she pushed him away from her with all of her strength.
"You disgust me".
"You'll be back in my bed before you go back to your footballers. And you know it!"
"I rather die".
Lucía left him there, not even daring to enter the toilets just in case he followed her.
"You ok?", asked Peter when he saw her face.
"Laurens is here".
"What did he do to you? I'll kill him!"
"Don't! Not worth it. I just want to go home. He killed the mood".
"I'll go get Lena", he said, leaving Lucía with the rest of the group for a second.
"Let's go", said Lena, grabbing her hand and walking her outside, where the taxis were parked.
**
“You sure you are ok?”, Lena said after making Lucía a cup of hot chocolate and giving her the softest blanket to put around her shaking body.
“I am, don’t worry. I let him affect me too much again, but…it’s different now. I feel like months ago, I would have been an absolute mess. Now I’m just angry”.
“Cause you’re moving on”, she laughed, wiggling her eyebrows.
“Yeah, I guess”, she said, joining her.
And even though she didn’t know it before it happened, she had actually needed to close the Laurens chapter. She needed to have a final confrontation with him to show him how strong she was now. How he hadn’t completely broken her. How she was now ready to move on.
**
When she got back to Manchester, Lucía knew there was something she needed to do before anything else.
“Coach!”, she called when Erik was about to walk past her office. “I need to talk to you”.
“What about?”
“Hopefully not the reason why you fire me”.
He just raised his eyebrows and followed her inside the office.
It was time to be honest with everyone, and that included Erik. So she told him about Rúben. It shouldn’t be a problem but he did play for another team. And not just another team. He played for City. Not everyone would be happy about that.
“You thought I was going to fire you for dating a City player?”
“Well, not you. But what about the owners of the club? What about them thinking I’ll feed him information or something?”
“Oh shut up!”, he said, rolling his eyes.
His reaction was quite justified, the team’s owners didn’t care about the team when it came to some vital stuff. It was hard to believe they’d worry about someone like her and who she dated.
“Are you…angry at me, though?”, she asked, finally voicing what she really feared.
“No, too busy thinking about how I can kill Dias if he hurts you again”.
She laughed. “I don’t even know if this is going to work but I needed to be honest with you”.
“If he doesn’t try to make it work, then his own idiocy will kill him so he’ll save me the trouble”, he shrugged.
“You’re biased”.
“Of course I am. But I guess that if Pep was the one setting you up, that guy will be good enough for him so there’s less to worry about”.
She smiled at that because he was right. Pep would never try to put Lucía and Rúben together if he didn’t think he was a good guy.
“Are you sure you don’t like Scott more, though? It’d make things easier”, said Erik, shocking her.
“Oh, now you want me to like Scott”, she rolled her eyes.
“I don’t know. I don’t even know what I want or what to think. Just…just be careful”.
“I will be”, she told him, walking him to the door and giving him a hug.
“So, not me. But who in our team do you think is stronger than Dias so he can fight him if he hurts you?”
“Leave!”, said Lucía, half laughing.
Ok, one conversation down. One to go. But there were still a couple of days left before Rúben came back to Manchester. And time moved very slowly when you were really looking forward to something.
#ruben dias#ruben dias imagine#ruben dias x reader#ruben dias fluff#ruben dias fanfic#ruben dias fanfiction#footballer imagine#footballer x reader#footballer fluff#footballer fanfiction
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we come back every time | hunter & kitty
CHARACTERS: Hunter Clarington and Kitty Wilde
DATE & TIME: October 25th
LOCATION: Dottie's 21st Birthday Party
SUMMARY: After 3 weeks of not speaking, Kitty finds Hunter outside the party to make amends. And, boy, do they make amends.
WARNINGS: Alcohol mentions
TAGS: @askhunterclarington
Kitty
A party for Dottie of all people wasn't Kitty's idea of a great night out. True, she didn't dislike the girl by any means, but she wasn't exactly what Kitty would call cool, and definitely not cool enough to have an invitation accepted by Kitty. But still, she was Kitty's protégé, and that incurred at least a little goodwill. Goodwill that now, standing in the middle of the party in a scarlet mini dress that certainly cost more than Dottie's rent, a shot in her hand, and catching Hunter shoot one glance at her before turning and walking out the door, she was regretting.
She hadn't been on good terms with Hunter since the news of the fight had gotten out, and it had felt desolate, to say the least. She couldn't count how many times she'd reached for her phone, filled with a sudden surge of courage and pigheadedness, ready to talk again, before it had worn off as quickly with a reminder of his last message to her. I think I need some time. The words that had haunted her since. She didn't know what to do, or even whether she should do anything at all. He'd been so upset, and she knew he would be. If she were honest with herself, that's why she hadn't told him, and that was potentially the most confusing part of all. Why did she care what he thought of her? Lord knows she never cared what other people thought; as long as they found her hot and knew she could get her way, she didn't care. Clearly Hunter knew both of these things, but knowing that she'd upset him and made him think God knows what about her had been a torment.
She took a deep breath, watching the now closing door. She knew what the next step would normally be; take a few more shots, find some football player to hang off the rest of the night, and try to forget about Hunter Clarington. But instead, much to her surprise, she quickly threw her shot back before starting to walk through the crowd towards the door.
Slipping through so as to be unnoticed, she looked around the yard for where Hunter could have gone, trying to ignore the goosebumps on her skin from the cold night air; she'd chosen the dress for vanity, not warmth, after all. Finally she spotted him leaning against the wall of the house, only illuminated by the porch light behind her. Grateful for the quick shot of Dutch courage she'd given herself, she took a deep breath and slowly walked up to him, wrapping her arms around her body as she did. "Hi." She said softly, looking up at him as his face became clearer in her view.
Hunter
This typically wasn’t the way he would choose to spend his down time, getting drunk at a party was generally the last thing on his mind. Hunter couldn’t stand all of the drunk, sweaty bodies all piled into such a small and confined space. The idiots that thought it was acceptable to cut someone off, or carelessly walk into others drove him absolutely mad. But in the interest of going out of his comfort zone- and maybe even looking for a distraction from the confusing mess happening in his head - here he was. It seemed he found himself partying more and more frequently as of late. Whether it was an incredibly unhealthy coping mechanism, or some desperate way to remain close to a certain blonde, he didn’t know, and he was terrified to think too hard about it and find out.
The music was pumping, and the drinks were flowing. It should behave been the perfect situation to be in. And that would’ve been the case, if he could do anything other than watch Kitty from across the other side of the room. With a drink in hand, Hunter tried his best to be unbothered by the fact that she seemed so unfazed by everything that had been going on externally. He wasn’t supposed to care, his personal mantra playing on repeat in the back of his mind. The more he reminded himself of them, though, the less they seemed to mean. And so he cracked. Unable to hold back the rush of emotions that overcome him, he made a bee line for the nearest door outside. Obviously it was the stuffy air from the fog machine that had him feeling like the whole room was closing in on himself.
Outside felt immediately better and leaning back against the wall, Hunter closed his eyes and took a deep, calming breath. He was so busy off in his own head that he didn’t even hear the person approaching him soon after. The voice broke him from his own thoughts, eyes snapping open as he quickly looked down to the owner of said voice. He recognised it immediately, and with a sharp inhale, he met her eyes. To say he was confused was an understatement, but even with the anxious pit that settled in the bottom of his stomach, there was a rush of relief at having her so close. It’d been the longest days of his life not having her standing within arms reach. “Hi.” He echoed back instinctually as he noticed her arms folded across her chest. Without a second thought, Hunter slipped his leather jacket off of his shoulders to wrap around hers for some warmth. “What’re you doing out here?”
Kitty
Kitty couldn't help the wave of relief that washed over her as he responded with absolutely anything other than 'go away', even if his words weren't exactly enthusiastic. She'd been so prepared to be spurned and sent away that she took this as a win, as she'd taken every other minor online interaction the two of them had had in the time they'd been apart. Her mouth fell open as his jacket fell over her shoulders, momentarily taken aback by the kind action. The jacket was deliciously warm and she absent-mindedly pulled it closer around herself, revelling in the feeling of being taken care of by him for just a moment. "Thanks." She responded softly.
At his question, she took a deep breath, trying to figure out how she was going to word this. "Okay, um..." She looked around for a moment, pursing her lips. "I need to say something. And I'm not good at this stuff, so maybe it'll suck and then you can tell me to go away and I will. But I need you to hear me out before you do." She shuffled slightly on her feet, anxiety gnawing at her stomach, but her resolve unshaken. "So, I majorly fucked up. You trusted me and I threw that away like it was nothing." She frowned, shaking her head. "And the worst part is that it wasn’t nothing. I took what you said seriously, I just snapped. I was so angry at her and… and jealous." She sighed, closing her eyes for a moment, knowing that her cheeks were flushing slightly. "That’s so embarrassing to admit. Like, normally I wouldn’t have been that threatened, but then she's also more experienced than I am, and my guess is that if she wanted to sleep with you, she wouldn't be batting you away at every opportunity like I am."
Kitty looked up to meet his eyes, nervous that the admission had been a step too far in the direction of unimpressing him rather than apologising, but feeling compelled to say it regardless. “And I lost it.” She shrugged, her brows knit together. “But I meant what I said before, I’m not that person. Or maybe I am, but I don’t want to be. I don’t know why, but you make me want to not be a total bitch all the time. So it makes it so much worse that I was a bitch to you, and I’m sorry. Like, genuinely sorry. I’m not saying this so you’ll want to get back to what we were doing before, I get it if you don’t. Lord knows I wouldn’t. I just don’t want you to think of me as the person who steps in the shit and doesn’t own up to it. I care about the fact that I hurt you. And I’m sorry.”
She exhaled as she finished, watching him for a moment, relieved to have gotten it off her chest. Taking a deep breath, she nodded quickly, clearing her throat. “So, uh, that’s it. I’ll go now.” She murmured, turning on her heel and taking a step back towards the front door.
Hunter
The shock in Kitty's face at him slipping the jacket on her wasn't lost on Hunter, and whilst he was definitely annoyed with her, he wasn't a total asshole. He had sleeves on underneath, there was no way he was going to let her freeze. He still cared about her after all. That didn't just vanish because they were in an awkward place. She looked tiny all wrapped up in it, and for a moment he let himself get lost in the view and he wondered what she'd look like swimming in his shirt instead. He was quick to snap himself out of any thoughts along those lines though as her voice once again broke his mini reverie.
Hunter was fully prepared to be bombarded with a bunch of reason why he had messed up, that Kitty wasn't going to be phased or bothered by what had transpired. So it was his mouth that fell open in surprise this time around. There were multiple points in her apology where he wanted to interject in some way - to ask what made her feel jealous, why she thought her experience (or more so lack of) mattered to him at all, that he noticed she mentioned considering it - but instead he let her finish. It was clear that if he stopped her in any way, that it would've been the end of her brief act of courage. His features softened as he looked at her, processing everything that was said, a huge rush of emotion coursing through his chest with every word.
It still wasn't great, the way that she handled things. But it was clear that she wasn't proud of them. And what stood out the most was that he was important enough to her in some way for her to step out of her comfort zone in order to try and mend it in some way. It was endearing, and Hunter was well aware how big a deal it was. Things were happening too quickly though, and as quickly as she'd appeared in front of him, she was disappearing.
Without taking a moment's thought, Hunter was desperately stepping forward to stop her. "Kit..." He began, his hand reaching to take hers and halt her movements to retreat. "Wait.." He all but pleaded as he tugged gently to try and get her to turn back around and face him again. At the same time, he closed the gap between them some by taking his own step forward. "I don't care about experience. And I'm not looking anywhere else. What I do care about is the way you make me look forward to the next time I see you, or speak to you. The rush of excitement I get when you tease to the point that I want to explode, but am so goddamn willing to do it again the next day, no hesitation." Taking a deep breath, he willed himself to say what he truly meant. "I don't want it easy and assured, I want you."
Kitty
Kitty's heart momentarily stopped when she felt Hunter's hand in hers, a wholly alien feeling. She allowed him to tug her and her breath hitched as she turned around to face him, eyes wide at his sudden proximity. His hand was much larger than hers and slightly rougher, but so warm, and she couldn't help the way she felt her fingers curl around his, not even having the capacity to worry about him noticing. She had expected to return to the party, to make some excuse to Dottie and everyone else about needing to be up for some event the next day, and gone home to agonise over this situation once again. She hadn't expected Hunter to stop her and say all of this.
As she listened, she pressed her lips together, the rushing feeling in her veins highlighting how anxious she felt, yet how exhilarating this all was. Every word he said made her heart hammer in her chest, and she had to steady herself to stop from sighing in relief at certain points. To hear that he wasn't looking anywhere else was staggering, and she struggled to think of what to make of that. This was a far cry from the detached guy who just wanted to get into her pants that she'd convinced herself that he was, and it was so good. As he explained himself further, she involuntarily leaned into him slightly, wanting to hear more, wanting to be closer to him, even if she couldn't totally explain it herself.
At his final admission, she paused for a moment, head tilted up to watch him as she took it all in. She hadn't even realised that this was everything she'd been wanting to hear from him this whole time. Taking a deep breath, she looked down at their hands, still entwined together, her thumb absent-mindedly drifting over his fingers. "I want you too." She surprised herself at the words murmured, and looked back up to meet his eyes. "As much as I hate to admit it, I really do."
Hunter
If Hunter had stopped for even a second longer, he would've found a way to convince himself not to be so vulnerable. He would've shut down and closed himself off the same way that he had so many times before. As soon as it was no longer a fun game of chase and catch, he would leave. It would've been safe, and he wouldn't have felt so raw - like the entire curtain could be pulled down at any moment leaving him completely in the lurch. It was still completely plausible for Kitty to turn around and say that she was kidding, yet here he was regardless, throwing any and all caution to the wind. It was terrifying, yet exhilarating all at once and he'd never before been so prepared to just do it anyway.
A flicker of a smile washed over Hunter's feature's in relief at Kitty's response, though he was quick to compose himself from the momentary slip. He still wasn't desperate at the end of the day, he needed to maintain his composure, even if in reality Kitty most certainly had him anywhere that she wanted him. He was so far gone already it was crazy, yet he welcomed it all the same. The reassurance had him releasing a breath he wasn't even aware he was holding. She wanted it too.
In another rush of emotion at the confirmation he wasn't the only one who wanted this, Hunter couldn't help but find himself lurching forward. Any other point he would've hesitated, ensured that he wasn't being hasty in a choice. A non-consentual kiss was never the right move to make, and maybe this still wasn't, but he moved as if on autopilot as he lips crashed against hers - his free hand moving to cup her cheek at the same time. It had been a long time coming, something that he had thought about many times before now and just hadn't ever had the courage to do. But boy did it feel good.
Kitty
Her last admission had been something of a shock to herself, so she couldn't imagine how it had been to Hunter, despite the fact that he had made the very same admission moments before. This was uncharted territory; sure, these weren't exactly declarations of love, but they held an intensity that the two had never shared before. It was a stark contrast to teasing fingers on arms and whispered innuendos and unacknowledged sexual tension. Suddenly, she felt so exposed, unable to hide behind the façade of this being a game, the façade that she just liked the attention and was humouring him because he was attractive. He now understood how much she wanted him back; the rules had forever changed.
The vulnerability was overwhelming as she looked up at him, her eyes tracing each one of his strong features in the dim light. They'd been this close before, but this felt different. Maybe it was the apology, maybe it was the shared confessions, maybe it was the leather jacket that hung on her shoulders like she wished his arms would. But when he leaned down and pressed his lips against hers, it seemed to her that it was the most inevitable thing that could've possibly happened in that moment. Not to say that it didn't sweep her off her feet; her heart raced and her eyes immediately flew shut as she revelled in the feeling that she'd wanted for weeks. Every time he'd come close to her, every time he'd leaned in, every time his hand had touched any part of her, this is what she'd wanted. It was dizzying to have it now.
As his hand came to cradle her cheek, she leaned up into the kiss, grateful for the little bit of extra height that her shoes gave her in this instance, although it was hardly enough to make them level with each other. Without much instruction from her mind, one hand fell on his arm, her other hand reaching forward and her fingers drifting over the fabric of his shirt at the top of his stomach. She had never had the courage to touch someone else like this before, even if her touch was light and tentative, but it felt so right. Sighing into the kiss, she felt emboldened, and let her fingers grip onto his shirt and slowly pull him forward, bringing him closer to her, her brain working on autopilot, just wanting to disappear into him.
Hunter
There was no going back now, not to the harmless flirting and teasing comments to see if the which party was going to crack first. They had their answer, though at the same time there wasn’t really any telling of which one it was still. Was it the apology from Kitty that sent things over the edge? Was it the fact that Hunter had blurted out feelings he never would have dreamed of in the past? Was it the reciprocation of Hunter’s words from Kitty? Or was it the fact that Hunter couldn’t help but lean in for the first kiss? There were many ways to paint the situation, but however either would try, there’d be no knowing for certain. It was just as important to Hunter, and just as special all the same though. Had he thought about this moment? Absolutely, many times. Was it as breathtaking as he pictured? Without a doubt. It made him question why he’d waited so long to in the first place. Deep down he already knew that answer though; this was never really a game that ended any other way. He welcomed it with open arms.
If Hunter took a moment, he could taste the remnants of the alcohol she drank just minutes ago before coming outside. The taste being his new favourite thing. Her lips were pillow soft, just as he expected them to be and he already knew that he was hooked. Hunter refused to pull back, doing what he could to keep Kitty as close as he possibly could by wrapping his now free arm around her waist to pull her that ever closer. Hunter knew that close would never be close enough the longer he was in her proximity, and the desire for more didn’t dissipate in the slightest. There was a need to take a breath though, so when the urge grew too strong, Hunter pulled back. Not all of the way, but enough to take a second to catch it before he missed the feeling. When he closed the small gap this time, it was softer, allowing him to really take in the moment before distancing once again, his forehead pressed to hers tentatively.
“You win this round, Wilde.” He mumbled with a soft chuckle, his eyes closed as if opening them would break the moment. He still didn’t step away, or release the grip he had on her waist though. All he wanted to do was lean in once more, but he refrained this time; if he started once more, he wasn’t sure he was able to stop and even though that thought alone was terrifying, he was more than aware of just how true it was. “I missed you.” He admitted softly, finally opening his eyes to look down into the eyes that he could so willingly get lost in. This time when he took in how she’d dressed tonight, he drew his bottom lip between his teeth. “If you wore that to show me what I was missing-“ he began, eyes wandering a little more freely again, “-I sure as shit knew what I was already.” It was intended as a light hearted humour, though there was most certainly a truth to his words.
Kitty
The dull thud of music from inside the party that had followed Kitty outside had faded into silence, and she was so grateful to the almost complete darkness for eliminating any visual distractions too. She could sense everything to its fullest, from the feeling of his warm lips against hers, as thrillingly unfamiliar as they were comforting, and his smell, not easily attributed to one thing in particular but so potent and familiar from the hours she had spent around it without touching. He was everywhere around her, his arm strong as it held her to him, and she couldn't help but run her fingers over it, trying to memorise every inch of it. She didn't know what was going to come next, whether this would be their last kiss or, as she hoped, the first of many. She didn't know if this would be the most they would ever do, or if there would be more of something in the future. Being this close to Hunter, feeling the rush of desire to be even closer, had reawakened this question in her mind, one that didn't need much thought right now, but would probably demand an answer eventually.
As Hunter pulled away, Kitty had to snap herself out of the instinct to follow him, suddenly realising that she needed a breath as well. It was so easy to forget herself in him. As he drew closer to her again, she greeted his second kiss with a soft smile, melting into it as her hand tentatively moved upwards over his chest and landed on his neck, holding him there for a moment. As the kiss ended, her eyes opened slowly, and she looked up at him, her smile widening slightly at his words. She took advantage of this moment with his eyes closed to take in all of his features, allowing herself to revel in how mind-bendingly gorgeous he was. At his whispered confession, she felt her stomach flutter with butterflies, the familiar nauseous feeling she felt whenever he said things like that returning to her. It was also just such a relief. To know that he had wanted to see her as much as she'd wanted to see him. "I missed you too." She breathed back, leaning her forehead against his, finding it just a little bit easier to be candid than she had before.
She couldn't help the grin that graced her face at his comment, leaning back slightly to give him a better view of the outfit. She rolled her eyes playfully, moving her hands up to his shoulders. "And if I told you that I picked this dress right after Dottie let slip that you'd be here, would that go to your head too much?" Her voice was teasing, a faux-innocent look on her face. She was revelling in the glow of the moment, and if she were less cool, less composed of a person, she'd almost certainly be giggling like a schoolgirl. "I hope not, Lord knows your ego's already too big after that kiss.
Hunter
If anyone has asked Hunter how he thought the night was going to be before he left for Dottie’s party, there was no way in hell that he was ever guessing it was going to pan out so well. He’d expected to attend for Dottie’s sake, get drunk and then bail at the first chance. Whilst he didn’t know the other girl overly well, she was nice and he believed everyone deserved to be special on their special day, but he was also well aware of the people who were likely to be in attendance. Maybe that was really the reason he’d been so happy to provide all of the alcohol for the evening, to force himself to go. Whatever it was, it had turned out to be a smart goddamn decision. She missed him too. He was absolutely beaming on the inside, there was nothing that could’ve happened, or been said or done to throw the night off from here on out; and he was incredibly grateful for that. Never in a million years had he thought that Kitty actually cared whether or not he was present in her life, and yet here she was admitting it. Hunter held on a little tighter, not out of being afraid to. But he simply didn’t want to.
It felt good being able to tease her again, without worrying about her coming back with something that would shut him down immediately, and kind of hurt. “But you know the ego is well deserved, don’t deny it now. I got you out here all to myself.” Moment by moment, bit by bit, he was breaking through the layers of Kitty and each new thing was just as thrilling and exciting as the last. He knew their little bubble would have to be broken again very soon when she’d have to go back to her obligations of performing, but for now he was perfectly content right where they were.
Hunter’s mouth fell agape in pleasant surprise upon hearing that she’d still sought out ways to grab his attention even when they hadn’t exactly been in the best place. The fact that she’d chosen an outfit with him in mind; even if it were specifically to torture him, was one that had his ego inflating like a helium balloon. “I would say it absolutely would,” he began with a small nod of his head, “if it weren’t for the fact that I was already well aware I’m a pretty big deal.” Once again checking her out, he hummed playfully. “Mm, I’m not sure if this is your color. I much prefer what you had on at dinner.”
Kitty
Kitty couldn't and wouldn't hide the grin on her face, all notions of being unbothered and 'hard to get' gone in an instant. He'd gotten her, they both knew that. Whatever that actually meant remained to be seen, but there was no use pretending that she wasn't here for any reason other than the fact that this was something that she wanted. The butterflies in her stomach showed no signs of slowing down, and she figured she'd have to get used to them pretty quickly if she were going to be around Hunter a lot more. His words rang in her ears. All to himself. If that didn't encapsulate what was going on in that moment, she didn't know what would.
"Mmm, there it is. That ego." She shook her head disapprovingly. "Honestly, you're acting like a super hot girl in a red dress with a celibacy vow just admitted she wants you in a way she absolutely shouldn't." Her voice was low, her eyes sparkling in the dim light, her head tilted so that her lips just drifted over his as she spoke. Now that it was out in the open, there was no point in denying the fact, even if she still felt the pull of anxiety in her chest. She was still confident in her ability to hold her own, and in Hunter's gentleness; something told her that he was a safe person to be around in that regard, which meant that it was safe to talk about. She knew that she couldn't guarantee anything to him; her relationship with intimacy was tumultuous at best, no matter how much she was discovering she actually craved it. Yet it occurred to her all the same that maybe it wouldn't matter to him so much.
At his mention of the dinner, she shook her head, letting out a laugh as one hand flew up from his shoulder and rested a couple of fingers gently on his lips. "No, we don't talk about that God-awful dress. Or that God-awful dinner." She took a deep breath, pulling her fingers away from his lips, loving the way they tingled slightly at the intimacy of the touch, letting her hand fall flat on his chest. "I've made it my life's mission to protect my peace from my parents' bullshit, and I'm extending that to this." She emphasized the last word by tapping her fingers on his chest, shrugging a shoulder. "Whatever this is."
Hunter
There it was again, the back and forth that he had missed so greatly over the last few weeks. The flirtatious banter that was equal parts thrilling, and terrifying in the way he was addicted to it. He'd seen her since, of course; at that god awful dinner that couldn't have gone worse if they tried. But this? This was different. It was better. "An admission that was long overdue if you ask me." With her lips so close to his own, it would've been so easy to lean in once more, and a part of him wanted to. But he'd already been the one to make that move once tonight, now it was his turn to find some sort of way to get her to instead... even if he was failing miraculously in the moment.
Hunter couldn't help the smile that played on his lips at Kitty's laugh. It was a sound that he knew he would never grow tired of, especially when he was the cause of it. The young man didn't think he was funny in a general sense, but that just made it all the more special that he could do that for her. At being told not to bring up the dinner again, Hunter put on a playful pout, "So you don't want to talk about the fact that I was the first boy in your bedroom?" That was still something that had been on his mind. How she could be so open to him and yet so cold at the same time. "I would've been far happier if we'd been some place alone and not in a house with both of our parents. But I guess beggar's can't be choosers."
It did lead to the question of how they would manage things in the future. If anything continued at all, of course. There was no telling that right now, but it was definitely going to be something to work on and navigate. Hunter was in no denial that it was his father that had messed things up astronomically, yet he would still always be in the middle of any of the businesses mess, there wasn't really any avoiding it. Still, he did his best not to dwell on it in the moment. He was there, with Kitty, and he was happy. They were at a party and they were having fun, all of the serious stuff could wait for a later date. Right now all he wanted to focus on was the feeling of her hands on him, and the way she felt wrapped up in his arms, free of anything else in the moment. "Protecting our peace." He hummed, letting out a content breath. "Whatever this is."
Kitty
She knew he was right. Not only had she been awful at hiding it, but hiding it was starting to feel more and more obsolete. Part of it, of course, was her own pigheadedness and pride, a refusal to admit that he'd gotten so deep under her skin, but there was also a personal tentativeness to admit that this was ever something that she could explore. "And if we're honest, I never really needed to say it for you to know it's true." She replied back in a whisper, feeling her pulse hammer against her neck, feeling sparks all throughout her body at her candidness. This new territory was still somewhat intimidating, but so thrilling nonetheless.
At his mention of her bedroom, she grinned despite herself, chuckling slightly. "You should know, my mom chewed my ear off for that for an hour after dinner. I had to come up with some excuse about you wanting to see the backyard from my window. She didn't buy it." She shrugged nonetheless. "But it's true, you were. It's a shame I couldn't give you a proper tour." She murmured, a smirk creeping onto her face. At his mention of being alone, she felt giddy. They'd spent time together without other people there, but never truly alone. Aside from those few minutes in her childhood bedroom, but nobody was going to count that as a meaningfully intimate moment. She took a deep breath, running her hands back up to the back of his neck. "We will be." She replied simply.
At his words, she let a genuine smile wash over her face; not a grin or a smirk, but one that reached her eyes. The stuff with her dads was so complicated and, in some ways, ridiculous, but it was so far away and faded into the back of what was happening now. He was there with her, and he was holding her, and it was so perfect. The way he said 'our' made her exhale in a rush of emotion, and she slowly leaned up, tentatively pressing her lips against his again. She held him to her by the back of his neck, kissing him slowly and softly. Feeling a little bit bolder, she deepened the kiss, her fingers reaching up to bury themselves in the hair above his neck, her body flushed so warm against his. Every sense was so heightened, her eyes closed as she took in every way she could feel him. In a daze, she pulled away after a moment, keeping her face close to his, pushing the boundaries of her ability to be on her tip-toes to do so. "I should go." She breathed reluctantly. "The break was only supposed to be ten minutes, it's been at least half an hour." Despite her words, she didn't move straight away, instead looking up at him in the dim light, trying to hide a smile at the scarlet lipstick that now streaked across his lips, wanting to laugh out loud at how endearing she found it.
Hunter
There was no doubt that Hunter was a little shocked by the fact that her mother had known that he had been in her room, and he admittedly did a poor job at hiding it. It made the young man wonder if Alyssa had put some sort of camera or something in the room to be privy to whatever was going on in there at all times, especially given the way things had been when they had come back to the dining room. It was chaos, there'd hardly been any time to even say goodbye as he'd been dragged out the door by his parents. Not that he was really sure he would've gone out of his way to at the time, things had been awkward at best, and Brock hadn't elaborated any further on why there had been such a turn of events. Still, he couldn't help but lift a brow at the excuse she'd given. He'd thought she would've come up with something better than that.
He didn't have much time to say anything back though as Kitty leaned in for another kiss. It was nice to have her be the one to instigate this time around, knowing that for sure it was something that she wanted just as much as he did, and he couldn't help but smile against her lips. As she deepened the the kiss, Hunter happily obliged, the hold he had on her tightening some in the need to have her closer. There was something that told him that close wasn't ever going to be close enough, but he still tried anyway. He paid attention to everything, the feeling of having her in his arms, how she seemed to fit perfectly right there in that moment. The feel of hers lips on his and the way they moved as if completely in sync. Almost as if practiced a hundred times before. It was euphoric, and Hunter had to fight the urge to complain when she inevitably pulled away once again.
He knew that she'd need to go back inside eventually, but that didn't stop the disappointment that washed over him nonetheless. Physically fighting back a pout, Hunter nodded his head. "Jeff will be going crazy inside no doubt." He sighed, knowing the fellow Warbler took things like this incredibly seriously, despite generally being a little too care free. Leaning down once more, he pressed a gentle kiss to Kitty's cheek before dropping his arms to let her go. "I'll be watching in the crowd." He smiled. "You know, the super sexy guy in the back." As he watched her disappear back inside the house, he noticed his jacket still slung around her shoulders. Had she taken it on purpose, or simply forgotten that she had it on? Either way, a smirk found his features. She could keep it.
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love at first check: a tale (pt. four)
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To say Alice lost her mind when I told her what had happened would be an understatement. A more exact description would be that she was temporarily braindead for nearly a minute before spurring herself back to life, spitting out the beer she had been drinking for good measure.
“When you said, ‘we need an emergency meeting’, I thought it was because you saw someone get murdered someone or something, not to tell me that apparently your chess friend or whatever is actually one of the hottest players in the fucking NFL. This is—is—absolutely fucking insane!” Alice paces along the floor of my studio apartment, muttering more expletives to herself than me at this point.
“Well, would you rather I did see a murder?” I respond, taking a sip from my own beverage at my desk, still looking over the tabs of ‘intelligence gathering’ Alice and I have now opened on my laptop in order to gain more information on what on earth I have just gotten myself into.
Alice snaps out of her state and frowns at me. “Obviously not. But at least that would just involve a police report and not, you know, planning five months in advance to meet an incredibly famous person and his equally famous teammates. I’m not even you, and this is infinitely more stressful!” She flops down into the seat next to mine and rubs her face with her hands. She narrows her eyes at me before taking a sip of her beer and says, “Honestly, you should be much more freaked out about this than I am.” I only roll my eyes in response and look at my screen, making sure to memorize the facts and figures of the Bengals roster.
“I already did the hand waving freak out before you got here, thank you very much.”
“Good, so that means we can focus on the important stuff: not looking like an idiot.” Alice points at the roster on the website. “Can’t show up as his date and be a complete dumbass who doesn’t know anything about sports-ball or what his favorite color is—what is Joe’s favorite color, by the way?” She turns, her finger now pointing towards me with a mischievous grin on her face.
“Blue,” I respond at once, which makes Alice’s grin even wider. “Oh, come on! It’s not a date. He would have said so if it was!”
Alice, not impressed with my protest, continues. “Pretty sure it is, Caoimhe. Guys don’t just ask to ‘meet up’ without a reason, especially if he’s never met you before. Don’t be surprised if he asks you to come up to his hotel for some strip chess.” Alice gives a good impression of a leer, waggling her eyebrows up and down.
I glower and take a long swig from my beer while I process Alice’s statement. While glib, she does have a point. All things being equal, if she had told me she was in the exact situation I’m in, of course I would make the same assumption. Of course I’d tell her that Joe—or whomever—is likely looking to get some action. Even so, I can’t help but be bothered by this conjecture. I shake my head in disagreement. “I don’t think that’s in the cards but thank you for the encouragement.”
“Whatever you say, Caoimhe, but keep a condom or two on you just in case—how big do you think he is?”
Alice was about to say more, but a swift face full of pretzels shut her up.
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Strangely enough, the following chess meetups between Joe and I become more relaxed than our earlier sessions. If anything, he was more jovial, if it’s even possible. I suppose when one reveals one’s not-so-secret-and-actually-pretty-cool identity, there’s nowhere to go but up in one’s interpersonal relationships. Conversations turned more towards our own mundane activities. Joe regaled upon his surprisingly complex routine: meals, practice, exercises, and tactics preparations that were more akin to a Pentagon wargame than what I imagined a football match even needed. Naturally, this included the schedule for future games in the upcoming season—and one game in particular kept creeping into our conversations.
“Joe, stop worrying about the Ravens! You’ll beat them like you did last year, and the year before, and the year before that...” I honestly want to throttle the man out of this obsession. “Honestly, you probably need to focus more on improving your ELO than those guys—your streak has gone to shit!”
Joe shrugs at the screen and chuckles. “Some of us have just have a bad one, Caoimhe,” he tries to assure me, but the distracted look in his eyes does little to convince me otherwise.
“Well, you’d better shape up before you come out here—I don’t want to beat you in under ten moves,” I tease. Joe’s eyes widen at my remark, and a smile slowly appears on his face.
“Well, now that you’ve reminded me, I guess I do need to up my game if I’ll be in the presence of a chess goddess,” Joe chuckles. “Speaking of,” he continues, “know any good chess spots in Baltimore?”
“I know the perfect place,” I smile, “but you’ll have to try to be a bit inconspicuous, considering it’s in broad daylight and all. No Cartier glasses!” I wag a finger at him, and Joe only rolls his eyes. “Seriously though, you might get hustled right of your clothes if you’re not careful!”
“Wandering around nude in Baltimore doesn’t sound pleasant,” Joe concedes with a chuckle, but I feel the heat rise in my face at the mention of such a thing. Between Alice’s needling and my own anxieties, I’ve done my best to not ruminate any further on any sort of hanky-panky between us. Joe’s comment isn’t helping with that.
I cough and try not to sputter the rest of my tea onto my monitor. “Yeah, it would be,” I mumble, looking into my cup to hide my redness. If I get upset this easily now, how on earth am I going to deal with this later?
Before I can ponder this any longer, Joe and I are interrupted by his phone alarm going off, signaling his need to sign off and go on one of his many exercise regimens.
“Well, looks like we’ll have to talk about wandering around Baltimore in various stages of undress later,” I joke (or am I?).
“Oh, definitely,” Joe winks, and if he didn’t log right after I’m pretty sure I would have been petrified into silence. I definitely need to get sorted out before we meet in meat-space. I’m not the goddess of chess for nothing.
#joe burrow#fanfic#fanfiction#Chess#joe burrow imagine#joe burrow fic#joe burrow x reader#no betas we die like men
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@dragonslayer-week 2022 Day 3 (July 27): Double Date (feat. Nuts & Dolts!)
Jaune knew what this really was. It wasn't so much a double date as it was Yang wanting to scout Ruby's date. He could kind of understand; being the youngest sibling in his family, he was the center of all of his sisters' overprotective tendencies. Yang seemed to be no different. She wasn't being too overbearing about it, so he didn't say anything.
He would certainly feel bad for whoever would be joining them here for dinner, though. She probably had no idea the kind of interrogation that awaited her.
"Yang, seriously," Ruby said, leaning her elbows against the table like she had a thirty pound weight on her shoulders. "She's cool, she's literally never done anything wrong in her life, ever."
Yang shook her head. "I know, I just want to make extra sure."
"I'm sixteen now! I can make my own judgments!"
"I just want to make sure she's nice to you."
"Of course she is! That's why I asked her out!"
Jaune sat next to Yang while she argued with her sister across the table. He just kind of sipped his water and tugged on the collar of his turtleneck sweater. Yang insisted it looked cute on him but he still didn't think the itchiness was worth it.
Their bickering was only briefly interrupted when the server came by their table to refill their water, which only Jaune was really in need of.
"You're going to scare her off," Ruby murmured.
"If I do, she wasn't worthy of you in the first place!"
"Worthy? Stop talking about me like I'm a magical fantasy princess!"
"You are, though! You are so magical!"
Jaune chuckled, glancing at Yang. Says you, he thought. Her hair being up in a curly messy bun, combined with her round-frame glasses and purple dress made her look more like a fantasy character than Ruby did, though more a fantasy librarian than a fantasy princess, he figured. Ruby looked more like a skater punk who'd been forced to wear a dress against her will.
"And you're so weird!" Ruby countered.
Yang rolled her eyes, then caught Jaune looking at her. He rolled his eyes and averted his gaze in response, sipping more water. He could feel her smirking at him.
"Stop giving your boyfriend fuck-me eyes at the table," Ruby deadpanned.
Jaune coughed, which sent water into his sinuses. While he turned, sputtering and coughing, to sort that out, Yang kicked Ruby under the table. Ruby just responded with a snarky laugh.
Jaune did not have the luxury of having a younger sibling. If this was what it was like, he felt a tiny bit of sympathy for this sisters. By the time he had regained his composure and control over his breathing, he sat back up, sparing a glance at Yang, who was blushing brightly. He realized he probably was, too. "So, uh, Ruby," Jaune said, desperate to break the awkward silence. "Your date, what's she like?"
The way Ruby sprang into a ceaseless ramble about how cute and smart and pretty her date was, Jaune had heard enough to know that Yang was worried about nothing. But she was a bit too stubborn; she'd have to see for herself. It was kind of cute to listen to, though. It reminded him of when Saph would ramble on about his girlfriend to him every day when she'd drive him home from school a couple years ago. It had always been annoying, but now he could appreciate that, yes, having a girlfriend was actually very exciting, and a very fun topic to talk about.
Ruby's ramble only stopped when she got a notification on her phone. She checked it and perked up. "It's her, she's here!" She got up from the table, without even excusing herself, and hurried to the front door, speeding right past their server on her way out.
Jaune chuckled and elbowed Yang lightly. "Still worried that your sister is going out with some player?"
She sighed and looked at him tiredly. "This is revenge for me gushing about you to her too much."
"Aww you used to gush about me?" Jaune asked, smiling.
"Of course! You used to be a football player. So hot~"
"And now?"
Yang shrugged. "Eh, class president is cool too, I guess."
Jaune rolled his eyes while Yang snickered at him. Then Ruby returned, elbows linked with her date, a redhead freckled girl wearing a green shirt, black skirt, and a pink bow tie. She curtsied to them both, gripping her shoulder bag with one hand while swishing her skirt with the other. "Salutations! My name is Penny! It is wonderful to meet you, Yang! Hello, Jaune!"
"Hi, Penny!" Jaune said, waving to her.
Yang looked at him. "You know her?"
"She's on student council," Jaune said.
"I am also in the robotics club!" Penny added, grinning widely.
Yang sighed, resting her forehead on the table for a moment.
"Are you okay, Yang?" Penny asked.
"Yeah, just feeling like a doofus," Yang admitted.
"You are top of the senior class! You are anything but!"
Jaune grinned at Yang as she sat back up. Ruby was giving her a smug I told you so look. "Great to meet you, Penny," Yang said, resignation in her voice at finding out how little she needed to worry.
"I apologize for my tardiness," Penny said as she and Ruby sat down. "There was such a long line at the florist."
"The florist?" Yang asked.
"For you, Ruby!" Penny gleefully revealed a bouquet of roses from her bag.
"Oh my gosh, you got me flowers!" Ruby gasped, taking them and immediately shoving her face in them to smell them.
Yang dramatically bonked her forehead against Jaune's shoulder. He offered a slow, consolatory head pat. Poor, overly worrisome Yang...
#dragonslayerweek#dragonslayer#rwby#yang xiao long#jaune arc#ruby rose#penny polendina#nuts and dolts
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I almost burst out laughing
It’s such a fucking joke
Last night in bed I swore you were there
But I can’t see anything
I wake up bleary eyed and ask my roommate
Where did the devil go?
It’s a strange type of ghost
A trick of the light
Who knew fighting could make
A woman feel so alive?
Coming alive
When you were born dead
Aicha is here, and I heard what you said
I didn’t get your point
The first time your mouth quipped
We were taking our old loop in the cold
Because you were desperate to take me out of it
But I actually don’t regret it
Sorry, sir, offer rejected.
Sylvia Plath Would Beat the Shit Out of You
You were the football player I could never bring myself to talk to in class
I had another lover but I only liked him for his ass
You even lent my first copy of The Bell Jar
I thought “Nobody I’ll ever know could compete with that”
So I jumped when I was already drowning
The water was freezing, but I liked the thrill
You’ll maintain you don’t know why you avoided me
Since that night you were first came over to our side
Will we laugh over you yelling at my at the piano
When I was trying to using assertive beside you
You’re like the guy Lucy liked
In that show we watched
When you were upset and I reached out to you
And you didn’t say a world
I sat there for 10 minutes trying to force myself into ok
And then I ran to my bedroom and threw myself away.
Everything you wear is grey
And your necklace looked like jade
I know you stole it
It kills me to see you give your hot nights to another
While I’m hardly even cool with my mother
Linebacker, I guess I fumbled up the play
So am i on the bench today?
My therapist might ask me why I took this kind of abuse
I’ll shift in the chair and say I had a heart, why not put it to use?
I’ve read your annotations
And sometimes I still think its true
Like Jason would say,
Sylvia Plath would beat the shit out of you.
MY BOY PARODY
My boy wears a green sweatshirt
To hold all his spilling hurt
He purses his lip and his hair falls over his eyes
Adn you look over the fire and wonder if he’s laughing or trying not to cry
Did you go to your room to
Masturbate or think of her and cry?
It’s like that one time.
He stole it from his father.
It’s rude how he lies
And worse that he’s never gonna die
Guys like him just keep on coming
And the drugs he takes
Aren’t his favorite mistakes
But I’m not even on that list.
HIS FAVORITE MISTAKES
His favorite
Secret
Mistake
Was when he punched me in the face
And went to chat with his girlfriend
I swear It’s almost fun in the pool room
Crying to everyone
And hearing “he’s going through a lot”
I guess I wouldn’t know, glancing at you from the perch.
And I guess that’s why I still don’t trust him
He’s just another pretty face
But this time I’ll never crack the case
Down bad, i guess, for real.
Of why he doesn’t like me.
Everything was fucked
Because he wouldn’t suck it up
And treat me like his girlfriend
My actions could be seen as bad
But its him who should be sad
I like misandry when it benefits me
\
I hate his tan hair and white face
Annd his grey eyes
All over the place
I want to fucking kill him
But I’d rather kiss him instead
As soon as I remember
He’s an addict so I couldn’t bear to see him dead
An addict dead
And Evelyn, when they said “love yourself”
They didn’t fuck over everyone else
Your drugs aren’t the only things you abuse
You picked flowers like you picked drugs
In the garden, hoping to hook up
You make shocking comments
Say its funny cause
Monkey see what monkey does
I’ll hallucinate about you (distort reality)
Till you hate me
And then two years later, I’m come and beg you to date me
SHAMPOO
I got shampoo in my eye
And a part of me felt like it died
When I saw my eye go red
I ventured out and figured out
That wasn’t what you said
It feels off
To stand right here
In the suffocating silence
Knowing whatever flannel shirt
I wear won’t make you care
The disorder doesn’t care either.
OLD FRIENDS
Kylie’s smart
But she forgets that part
When she wishes she was dead.
Evelyn tried guitar but he didn’t get that far
Then he turned to drugs instead.
THE DISORDER
It’s always wrong if it wants to be right
It’s always day if it wants to be night.
If you’re feeling loose
Then you’ll shut your eyes right
If you’re already blind
It’ll take away your sight
Who am I
What I wear
What I steal
What I share
I can tell you
It’s hard to bear
Sorry, honey,
But the disorder doesn’t care
#poetry#mental illness#ocd#songs#writing#lyrics#musical theatre writing#Billie eilish#Joshua Bassett#spring awakening#musicals#theatre#Broadway#love#romance
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