#The fact that the stadium went SILENT

[hanitje]

TO BE CONTINUED...

[sanzaibian]

I should have known better.

You know, those highschool cliques ? The jocks, the nerds, the goths and all... Well, even though nowadays they might not be as clear-cut as they once were, I can assure you that they still existed.

You see, I'm a nerd. But when I say nerd, I mean nerd. Like the whole socially awkward, scrawny and ugly kind of nerd. Also the nasally always-right nerd with top notch marks that reminds the teacher he made a mistake kind of nerd. And also the loves DnD, fantasy and niche interests kind of nerd... well, you get what I mean.

Me being such a caricature meant that I was endlessly teased at school, and was senselessly bullied by the jocks. You know, these hot guys with always a girl in their pants, with big muscles and an obsession with looking good.

I hated it, I hated them, and suffered silently through highschool, until I finally saw the other side when I finally went to university. Although my first years were a bit messed up by Covid, when I was in the building actually studying applied chemistry, I finally wasn't bothered. No one was there to tease me, to bully me or anything else. I could finally live in the class without being bothered !

But, in my third year, Ethan, a guy looking like one of those jocks of old switched courses and came in my class.

I was shocked ! These guys are only good for being hot, playing sports, and entering hot girls' pants ! Not for doing some actual intelligent things like applied chemistry !

But he was even more annoying, that Ethan guy. Because he did not only take the courses I took. No, in fact, he was getting better grades than me. He's so good with polymers that he is the one who asks all the questions and corrects the teacher, not me !

So I tried to avoid him as much as I could. Even when he tried to befriend me, I just scoffed at him, sometimes even mumbling that he should go back to the football stadium. I also talked to the few acquaintances that I had made through awkward bumbling at how I felt he was dumb, and perhaps was only extorting some poor nerds for information to regurgitate in class.

And, one day, at lunch, I just had enough. Ethan and the polymer teacher had an intense debate just before the end of the class, a debate that I couldn't follow. My ego was struck, to the point that I just poured my heart out to the poor people sitting with me. I was seeing red, that day, and nothing could have stopped me... not even the fact that Ethan was there a few tables next to me.

I've since then heard that Ethan was very upset after my tirade, as he is always thought to be dumb due to his interest in being in shape and stylish, while at the same time, I was coming back home all happy to finally have given people a piece of my mind.

However, when I woke back up, I felt weird. I felt heavier, less agile and especially more groggy. As if I just couldn’t quite get up. There was also something cold on my chest that I couldn’t quite identify…

So I did the only logical thing and went to the bathroom to wash my face and properly wake up. But when I saw the mirror, I think what I saw woke me up immediately.

The man behind the mirror was not me. It was a jock – a hot one at that – with big muscles, trendy hair, chiseled face and multiple jewelry. Yet, there were still a few things that signaled me I was looking at myself : the jet black hair, the tan skin, the brown eyes and especially those small pimples on my right cheek and on my right… I guess I can call it pec, now.

I stayed in front of the mirror for quite a while, looking at each corner of my reflection. I couldn’t believe it, and after a long while, decided to just eat breakfast and forget everything that happened. It just isn’t possible.

But when I was going to my kitchen I couldn’t stop being reminded of how I changed. From my heavy step to the sound of my new necklace, and from the pecs I saw in the corner of my eyes to the weird feeling I still felt in my head. When finally reaching it, I was surprised when I didn’t go for my usual biscuits but rather for an apple… I must eat healthily, after all !

After finishing eating breakfast, I went to my closet, and rather than going for the button-up I usually wore, I went for a simple white t-shirt, and went for a jacket that I didn’t feel like closing, in addition to my usual jeans – all suspiciously fitting me well.

And with that, I went to university, set on finding who did that to me.

When I arrived, the weird feeling in my head hadn’t lifted, though I was dead set in finding who was responsible. So dead set that I didn’t notice people turning their head at my arrival. Nor my backpack shifting to only being carried by one shoulder.

After a while, I saw my class, and approached them with heavy gait, swinging my torso with every step like a typical jock. However, curses befell upon me when I opened my mouth and greeted my classmate.

“Yo, bro ! Doin’ good ? I just wanted to ask, bro, anything weird happened since yesterday ?”

I was shocked at how I said that, so much that I covered my mouth with my hand. My classmate was similarly shocked, and only shook her head negatively before excusing herself. Why did she flee like that ?

I clicked my tongue before looking at myself. How had this happened ? Why am I doing weird things ? Why am I talking weirdly ? I can think the sophisticated thoughts, yet when I voice them, they are filtered through bro-speech !

As I was melting down, none other than Ethan came in, smiling. Of course it was him, I shouldn’t have given the benefit of the doubt to him ! I have been only graceful and nice to him, and this is how he repays me ? By turning me into this… hot monstrosity ?

As the anger was rising, Ethan lead me to the bathroom, and there explained himself.

“You know, Juan, you’ve been insufferable ever since we started that semester. Always distrusting me, and making others distrust me. I’ve never know why you were always so angry at me, while you treated others with respect… that is, until you went on a rant yesterday.

- You fucker ! Turn me back right now, or you’ll wish you’ve never been born, you son of bitch !” I didn’t quite expect to be this foul-mouthed…

- Hahaha ! No, I’m sorry, but I can’t. It’s already so unexpected that my prayers were answered to, so you turning back ? No can do !

- Bro that’s not fair, I wasn’t bad to you, man ! You were the one being rude on my turf, bruh !

- So funny ! You now sound like one stereotypical jock in addition to looking like one ! I’m sorry, Juan, but nobody will ever take you seriously in a conference If you talk to them like that !” he laughs.

- Bro, just turn me back… I promise I won’t continue, man !

- What didn’t you understand in ‘No can do’, Juan ? the ‘no’ ?”

I roll my eyes, but he’s right… God that fucking angers me. I want to strangle that piece of shit !

“So, Juan, I guess, see you in class, if you even dare enter it…”

On that, he left. That day, I didn’t go to class, spending my time looking for information on what made me turn like that, until, like clockwork, at 5 PM I felt like I needed to go to the gym…

After a few days of searching and not finding anything at all, I decided to abandon the quest to find myself back and to rather learn to live with this new body. With Ethan stubbornly refusing to tell me how he did it and with my searches on internet only yielding weird fetish pages, I knew it was desperate...

I’ve since started to learn to cope with my strange occurrence, though it has absolutely wrecked my life. After having debated a while with the administration to prove I’m myself, I find my grades slipping, especially due to my newfound rudeness that mess up every single oral exam…

But at least, I’m hot now…

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Hello, thank you for reading my small story, I hope it wasn't too bad !

Please do not hesitate to give me feedback - especially as it is the first real time I'm writing fiction in english ^^'

[leah-lover]

Built-up frustration. Mary earps × reader.

Smut 18+

Mary frustrated after a derby loss and she takes it out on reader.

Saying Mary is disappointed would be an understatement. After yet another Manchester derby loss, the whole team was disappointed. The team knew that Mary was always hard on herself and was gonna blame all the 3 goals that were scored on herself. So they weren't surprised when she directly went to the changing room after the final whistle blew. I on the other hand was more tired and numb than angry. Football had become a nightmare rather than a joy. Mark had been so very hard on us as of late. We were running ourselves through the ground trying to make up for losses, not disappointing our fans and ourselves. It was all too much, too much responsibility, too much to make up for, I just wanted to shut it all off. However, I had a team that counted on me. I was the captain, I had to be strong for all of them. 

After shaking hands with our rivals and doing media duties, I headed to the changing room, showered, and got dressed. Since Mary got there before me she changed, and was waiting for me to finish. 

We said our goodbyes to the girls and headed to our car.

We managed to stay silent throughout the whole car ride. Since our house was far away from the stadium, I put my head on Mary’s shoulder while she was driving. However, her hand didn't find its usual place on my thigh, it was placed on the center console. I didn't give it much attention deciding that she just needed her space for now.

When we arrived home, we went by our usual routine. Mary put our stuff away while I heated our dinner. Lost in my own mind, I didn't pay attention to the fact that Mary and I haven't spoken since before the game. I only realized that while eating my dinner that he had not touched any of .

“ Baby, talk to me.” I started while reaching out for her hand.

“There isn't much to say, “ she responded.

Her response shocked me. Yes, she was hard on herself but I have never seen her like this. 

“ Honey, please don't do this. I love you. You need to talk to me, you need to get these feelings out of your chest. You have been a prisoner to them for far too long.” I said, a small smile on my face. 

“ What do you want me to say? I am shit, a disappointment, I don't deserve you, I don't want to do this. Please just don't make me talk. Please.” She pleaded.

I then quickly got up, put her hand in mine and led her up to our bad room.

Once we got there, I let go of her hand and sat on our shared bed.

“ You always say that I am your good girl. Let me help you Mary.” I say as I undress myself starting from my shirt. 

“ I love you. You are the best thing that ever happened to me. You are the best that I have ever seen. You need to get this out of your system so that you can love the game again.” I said as I sat completely naked.

With a helpless look on her face she said” I don't want to hurt you.” 

“ I am your good girl. I will take whatever you give me.” I responded.

And with that she launched me back on our bed. 

We quickly started kissing. The kiss was hungry, messy, and almost violent. We proceeded to make out for a while while her hand rubbed my side and traced all over my body.

“ Mary please, I need you so bad.” I pleaded.

She then ,while still making out with me, reached for the drore wear she kept her strap.

After undressing herself, she wore the harness. She unusually took the biggest strap she had which she rarely used. After the harness was secured she said with the raspiest voice. “ Now you are gonna be a good girl and show me how much you need me.” 

That was my que, I left the bed, got on my knees, and started to suck on her strap. It was too big for my mouth so I was stroking it slowly. Mary, not happy with my pace, grabbed the back of my head and started to thrust in my mouth roughly. Lost in her own thoughts, she continued to thrust even harder and deeper. I was about to tap out when she said “that’s a good girl, taking what I give her without any complaint, you deserve a reward my darling.” 

She then got out of my mouth, and helped me up the bed. 

Without warning she spread my legs and slid the tip of her strap in me. The feeling was supring and painful. However my arousal helped it fit right inside me.

Mary was on top of me thrusting harder and harder with each second. It's like she was fucking all her pain, shame and insecurity out of me. 

“ I need to come Mary please let me come.” I pleaded.

“ Hold on for me baby girl.” She replied while still thrusting harder.

After a little bit I couldn't hold on any more.

“ Baby please let me come please.” I pleaded with tears in my eyes.

“Okay, come for me darling.” She said,

I quickly held on to her shoulders as I came.

Mary’s consciousness seemingly came back to her, she got out of me, took off the harness, and held me.

" I am so sorry darling, I was hard on you. The strap was too big and I was too rough. I am so sorry.” She said as she held close to her chest.

“ It’s okay darling. I love you. Please never shut me off again.” I replied.

“ I am gonna go prepare a bath. I will be quick.” she said before leaving only to come back a few minutes later to carry me to the bath.

“ I will do anything for you baby.” I said as I nuzzled my head in her head.

“ That’s why you are my good girl. the girl that I love.” She replied.

[orphicdreamers-wp]

Safety Net— Rutger McGroarty

Summary: In which your bar routine at the Olympics goes bad.

Content Warnings; Mentions of blood, vomit, concussion, sprained ankle and sore shoulder, protective Rutger, Olympic Gymnastics Inaccuracies

You were exhausted, it was your third to last event of the day and the bars had always been something you hated but despite the fact that you excelled in that particular event. Your body flew through the air back to the higher bar when you heard the metal creak. You inhaled deeply praying the bar would hold up until you finished. You had dismounted onto the smaller bar when the bars gave way. You inhaled harshly as your head slammed into the metal bar as the padding flew off as the structure collapsed onto your back sending an ache through your shoulder.

The stadium went silent as your coaches, the judges, the equipment manager and a herd of athletic trainers circled around you. They were blocking the majority of the cameras from landing on you as blood dripped down your forehead. You had cut your head on a gaping hole in the metal bar, you’d hit it hard enough to draw blood. You were seeing doubles of everything, the room was spinning and you felt like you were going to hurl.

You looked at your team’s athletic trainer who extended the vomit bag to you. You took it from him and hurled into the bag as the hardware off of you. You remained still as your team’s athletic trainer helped you limp onto a gurney. You closed your eyes as you were wheeled into the staging area and into your teams locker room.

Rutger swore his heart stopped when the camera panned to you and you appeared on the flat screen tv in the sophomore house living room. He hadn’t been able to go support you in person at the Olympics due to school but he wouldn’t miss watching your routine for the world. He was surprised when Ethan, Luca and Luke wanted to watch with him. The house fell silent as the boys waited for the announcer to speak, “It seems Y/N L/N for Team USA is going to have to forfeit her upcoming routines on account of an injury. It’s a silent arena here in Tokyo tonight as we’re all praying the gymnast is okay.”

You groaned as Kelsey, the team doctor wrapped your ankle in an ace bandage wrap, “They’re going to deduct like all of my points for something I couldn’t control.” Kelsey placed a reassuring hand on your good shoulder, “You did amazing and they aren’t going to deduct you for something that wasn’t your fault.” You sniffled, “I don’t know, I just tried really hard for this.” Kelsey sat beside you as you laid on your back as your eyes filled with tears, “You are one of the best gymnasts I have seen in the longest time. The judges will see that wasn’t your fault and you’ll be fine. Do you want me to call Rutger for you?”

You shook your head, “No I’m gonna go home tonight and see him. I already talked to Coach Baker and he approved of it.” The door to the locker room opened and Coach Baker walked in, “The judges made their decision on the score. You ready to find it out?” You nodded as you slowly made your way off the bed and grabbed the pair of crutches that Kelsey had given you. You made your way back into the padded area and stood a safe distance away from the judges table as they read out the scores, “Y/N L/N. Floor routine 9.7. Beam routine 9.8. Vault 10.0. Rings 9.5. Bars 8.5.” You felt your heart pound inside your chest upon hearing your scores. You couldn’t believe how well you had scored on the bars it shocked you and everyone in the crowd.

By the next day in Michigan you were back. Your gymnastics bag was dropped on the floor of the sophomore house and your crutches were forgotten as you laid on the couch and waited for your boyfriend to return from practice. Rutger smiled sadly at you as he entered his home and found you sleeping on the couch. He placed a soft kiss on your forehead causing you to stir awake, “Hi Rut.” Rutger smiled, “Are you feeling okay?” You smiled up at him, “I’m good baby don’t worry. I’m fine.” You smiled as Rutger kissed you reassuringly, and you finally felt like you had found your safety net.

[87kelce]

—late night devil put your hands on me

summary: being friends with benefits with a famous nfl player has it's bonuses, especially after a win. but when his team loses, his bad mood transpires to when he gets home to you.

warnings: smut (18+ only, no minors), fluff, semi-rough sex, friends with benefits situation, slight use of daddy kink, possessiveness, love confession, falling in love

word count: 2806

notes: title taken from the song teeth by 5 seconds of summer. also this is my first one shot/fic on this account so likes and reblogs are very much appreciated 🫶

You knew you probably should've left his place by now, considering you've stayed two nights in a row—and you're not exclusive with him. He reminds you of that fact every time you come over. Reminds you that it's just sex, just a casual hook up. But neither of you are seeing anyone else, or hooking up with anyone else for that matter. And he never seems to mind coming home and seeing you on his couch, his jersey engulfing you while you sleep.

It's always fine when he comes home after a win. He dumps his bag by the couch and heads off into the bedroom to change, letting you rest on the couch. He's already showered at the stadium before he drove home so he usually just gets into bed and switches on the TV, flicking through the channels until he sees you walk in. He takes his time with you then, kissing you everywhere and being so gentle, so tender. After a win, his time is focused on you, focused on getting you off. And you relish in it, wishing it could be like that all the time.

But it's not. His team lost today and he got ejected from the game. So now he's pissed off. The door slams behind him when he walks in and you startle from your position on the couch, eyes frantic around the room until you see him storm off into the bedroom. The door shuts behind him loudly and you just sink back into the couch, curling up and switching the TV off. You want to go and check on him, but you know better than to interrupt him when he's in a mood. He didn't get a long shower when he got back to the team dressing room, so he decides to hop in the shower now. It's a cool one, the slightly cold water running down his back as he rests his hands on the shower wall. His muscles contract when the water gets a little colder, but he knows he needs it. He's frustrated and tired, just wishing today could be over. He knows it was a tough game, but he was being aggravated by the opposition all game and he just let it all go to his head. He knows better, he always knows better.

After a while he switches the shower off and grabs a towel, wrapping it around his waist before stepping back out into the bedroom.

"Jesus! You scared the shit outta me.."

"Sorry.. just making sure you were alright?"

"I'm not."

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

"No."

"Trav.."

"Leave it."

You just sighed and rolled your eyes, turning to leave the room. You walked over to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, taking a sip, before moving round the island slightly. You could just about see into his bedroom from here and you silently watched him as he was cooling down. He grabbed some shorts before walking to his side of the bed, a place where you couldn't see him. You waited a few seconds before you saw him again, adjusting the waistband of the shorts before he threw a plain white t-shirt on. He hadn't noticed you staring at him yet, but he was now making his way out the room and over to you. You stood back from the island, leaning against the kitchen counter when he went to the fridge, grabbing himself a bottle of water.

"Did you even watch the game?"

"I think I dozed off.."

"Well, we lost.. and I lost my temper and got ejected.. so that's why I'm in this mood.. it's not because of you."

"I'm sorry.."

He just shook his head, turning to go back to the bedroom, shutting the door behind him. You placed the bottle down on the island, before going back to the couch and grabbing your phone. You searched through every social media until you found a clip of the game, of the exact moment Travis lost his temper. The opposition player gave him a gentle shove while blocking him, and Travis shoved back, trying to get him away. But the gentle shove turned into a slightly more aggressive one and Travis ended up knocking the other guy to the ground. Then they were at it, their helmets clashing while their respective teammates tried to pull them away from each other. Two players pulled Travis away but he was still shouting and yelling at the opposition. The clip ended immediately after that, but it automatically restarted afterwards, the moment replaying again on your phone.

You'd seen him angry before but not like this. He usually stopped before he truly lost his temper and so it never got like this. You knew it wasn't just the shove, you knew the other guy had said something to Travis to push him over the edge. But you weren't focused on that anymore, you just watched as Travis stood over the other guy, waiting for him to stand up. And when he did, Travis held his ground, shoving him back slightly with his helmet.

And somehow because of that, your hand had slid its way into your underwear. Replaying the clip over and over again, you managed not to hear Travis come out from the bedroom. Or hear him walk over to you and stand behind you, watching as you squirmed on the couch.

"What're you watchin'?"

You fumbled with your phone, locking it and throwing it on the coffee table before turning round and sitting on the other end of the couch, grabbing a pillow and hiding behind it.

"Uhm.. oh.. uhm, nothing.."

"That's what gets you off?"

"N-no.. maybe..?"

"You like watchin' me be rough?"

You couldn't even mutter a response. His eyes were locked on yours, the anger still slightly evident. You thought he was trying to tease you, but then he kept talking and you realised just where he was going.

"I got ejected from the damn game.. and it's turning you on?"

"Trav.."

"Nuh-uh.. bedroom, now."

"Trav.. I just.. I couldn't help myself.."

"Yeah, no shit.. c'mon, go."

The way he was acting was just getting you even more hot and bothered, meaning you could hardly even walk properly. You know he noticed, you could feel his eyes on you as you stumbled into the bedroom, crawling onto the bed and turning around. He followed you after a few seconds, eyes looking you up and down as you were on his bed, hands gripping the sheets.

"You're so pretty, baby.. be a shame if you got ruined tonight.."

"Please.."

"Please, what, baby?"

You whined, feeling his hands on your ankles, pulling you to the end of the bed, your core directly pressing into his crotch.

"Please, Daddy.."

"'Atta girl.."

He moved one of his hands from your ankle to your waist, sliding it underneath the jersey you wore, his thumb rubbing across your skin. He was being gentle, maybe a little too gentle for the situation and you knew he was going to snap again. You knew he needed a release, somewhere, or rather someone, to let his frustrations out on.

"You know how angry I was? Getting ejected from an important game?"

He moved his other hand from your ankle, a finger hooking itself into the waistband of your underwear, dragging it up and off, tossing it across the room. He bent down slightly, a hand pressing into the mattress beside your face. His pupils were blown wide, eyes looking directly into yours.

"And then you.. you start touchin' yourself to it?"

"It was hot.."

You mumbled out your words, watching him tilt his head above you, almost silently asking you to repeat yourself. But you knew he heard you fine and well, the smirk on his face was evident of that fact.

"Mmhm?"

You nodded, hands reaching out for him and grabbing at his t-shirt, trying to pull him closer to you. But he didn't move a muscle.

"I ain't gonna be sweet with you tonight, baby.. gonna have you sore and limping tomorrow morning."

He was always only ever sweet, always making sure you felt loved and cherished whenever he took you to bed. But this was different, you knew that he only had one thing on his mind and that was to get himself off and get his frustrations out, you being the means to an end for him. Your eyes closed slowly when you felt his lips on your cheek, then your jaw and down onto your neck, mouth sucking at your skin to leave a mark.

"All mine, baby.."

You felt your chest flutter when he whispered those words into your skin, like an invisible mark only you could feel. Before you met Travis, the hookups you had were meaningless—you were young and having fun. But now, even though this is just a relationship full of hookups, somehow it means more to you. Maybe it's the way he's usually gentle with you, taking it slow and kissing languidly against your skin, and all over it. Maybe it's the way he always comes back to you no matter what, despite you both not being exclusive, he never hooks up with anyone else. Or maybe it's the fact that he's just slightly possessive, and without him even realising it, he wants you all to himself, all the time.

"Wanna hear you say it."

"I'm yours, I promise."

He cut you off with a kiss, all rough and needy. Your hands loosened from the bed sheets to wrap around his neck, pulling him in closer.

"Need you.."

"I'm all yours.."

You hadn't even realised that you were absentmindedly grinding yourself against him, and you only noticed when he moved his mouth to kiss your neck and he smirked.

"Easy, baby.. easy.."

All you could do was whine, your hands gripping onto the back of his t-shirt while his went down to the inside of your thighs, spreading out your legs. He propped his elbow on one of your thighs and his hand on the other thigh, keeping you open with just one hand, the fingers on his other hand starting to move through your folds. Slowly, he started to push his fingers inside, two of them seated inside you all the way up to his knuckles. Your mouth fell open and you squeaked out a moan, which got half caught in your throat when Travis slid his fingers out before pushing them back in. His head was hanging over your shoulder, lips softly kissing your neck every so often.

"Need more.."

You whined out your words, right into his ear and you felt him smirk against your skin as he kissed your neck again.

"Mmhm?"

"Please.."

He pulled his fingers out, wiping them on the hem of his t-shirt before taking his other hand away from you, moving his hands to the backs of your knees, still keeping your legs spread open. The way he was doing everything so slowly was absolute torture for you, whining when he pressed up into you, letting you feel him through his shorts. He's giving you what you want, but he's not giving it to you the way you want it. He knows you want him to be rough, to almost punish you for getting off to the fight he had during the game today, but him being slow and making you beg for everything is way more satisfying for him. Watching you come undone beneath him is only further pushing his ego and he's absolutely loving it. He knows that the more he takes his time, the more frustrated you'll get and he's just waiting for you to break and act like a brat.

While one of his hands started to wander up under your shirt, you felt something on your stomach, then his head was tilted slightly, his hot breath on your ear.

"You feel how deep it's gonna go, baby?"

"Mmhm.."

He pulled his hand from underneath your shirt, which was actually just one of his old jerseys you decided to claim one day, to grab at the hem of it, pushing it up your chest, letting it bunch below your neckline. He pulled back from you for a moment, your eyes still closed as he looked you up and down, savouring the way you looked. For a second, he felt his chest flutter, his hand resting on your waist as he looked down at you. Everything seemed to catch up with him at once as he pushed himself inside you, watching your eyes squeeze shut and your back arching off the bed, hands reaching out for him. He's supposed to be angry, to be upset, to be mad at you, but he doesn't care about that anymore.

In a way, he's almost torturing himself, suppressing how he feels about you for so long and only now coming to terms with it. He fucking loves you, but he's too afraid to admit it, not just to himself, but to you as well. He's grinding himself into you, pulling out every so often to the tip, before seating himself fully inside you, his eyes on yours even while they're still closed. He swears he sees you smile for a second and he almost loses it then and there. He moves his hand to your jaw, tilting your head to face him and you open your eyes, your pupils blown wide as you make eye contact with him, his hips still grinding against you. But the moment you look at him, he's gone.

He drops his head to your shoulder, groaning beside your ear, his hips moving back before snapping forward, skin slapping on skin.

"Shit.. fuck, I love you.."

You heard what he said and all you could do was tilt your head to the side, kissing his cheek a few times, before his mouth was on your neck again. He was seated fully inside you, grinding forward and driving himself as deep as he possibly could inside you. He pulled his head up from your shoulder, moving to hover over your face. You both locked eyes for a moment, before he leant down, softly kissing your lips while his hand cupped at your neck.

"Trav.. 'm gonna.."

"S'ok.. let go.."

You hid your face against his shoulder, moaning softly while your legs started to gently tremble around his waist. He kissed your cheek, thumb rubbing against your jaw in an attempt to soothe you as you came down from your high. You breathed out a sigh of relief when it washed over you, eyes squeezing shut as you started to grind against him, riding it out as well as trying to push him to his own release. It wasn't long before he pulled out, spilling himself over your stomach, groaning against you. You both stayed there for a moment, both trying to catch your breath. Travis placed one hand on the bed beside your head, holding himself up as he looked into your eyes.

"You uhm.. you love me?"

"I.. yeah.."

You just smiled, reaching up to cup his face, pulling him in for a kiss. While you kissed him, he adjusted himself back into his shorts, before pulling away to grab a towel from the bathroom. He came back and cleaned you up, and just as he turned to toss the towel into the laundry basket, you climbed back up the bed, waiting for him to get in. He knelt on the edge of the bed, before climbing up and lying down, hand over your stomach while his head rested on your chest. You moved your hand to wrap around his back, hand scratching at the back of his head.

"Was it like a heat of the moment thing or?"

"No.. just, didn't really know how to say it, or rather admit to myself that this was more than just hookups.."

"Well, that was sorta obvious when I started staying the night like two, three nights in a row.."

"Yeah, guess I'm an idiot for not realising.."

"Well, I love you too.. so I guess we're both idiots.."

He just smiled and laughed, the vibrations reverberating against your chest. You felt like such a safe haven for him, like no matter what happened to him during a game, he could always come home to you and instantly switch everything off, let go and be comforted by you. The fight he had today was completely forgotten about now, your hand scratching at the back of his head almost putting him to sleep. Then you leaned down and kissed the top of his head and he smiled once, before drifting off, nuzzling his head against your shirt as he fell asleep in your arms.

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Being Bokuto’s Pregnant Partner:

Going Into Labor

Timeskip! MSBY Kotaro Bokuto x GN! pregnant Reader

Warnings: Pregnancy, swearing

***everyone’s pregnancy experience is different. This is a combination of my experience as well as personal friends accounts

WC: ~2k

AN: not sure why I wrote this but it just kinda came to me 😅 also I know the picture isn’t timeskip Bokuto but also, tell me this ISNT timeskip Bokuto 🤔

Honestly, this is probably the worst case scenario. You’d prepared yourself for everything leading up to this point, the bags were packed and ready, the car seat was installed, you’re postpartum popsicle pads were marinating in the freezer. You had been ready for this baby to come, but what you were ready for was your water to break an hour before an MSBY Black Jackals game.

Your husband, Kotaro Bokuto, was the Jackals winged spiker and you knew exactly how much he loved the game of volleyball. In fact, you probably knew this more than most. At your wedding, Kotaro insisted that you include “volleyball” wherever you could in your vows. So while most people said “in sickness and health”, you said “in sickness and health, through volleyball season”. Not that any of that bothered you, Kotaro loved his sport and you had grown to love it too. You loved going to games, cheering your man on and even traveling with the team occasionally. So when you and Bokuto planned to start a family, you tried to plan accordingly and out of volleyball season. However, things don’t always go as planned, which is why you were knee deep in play off season with a 38 week belly the size of an entire volleyball team.

“Shit!” You cursed as you went to your bedroom to change pants and try to form a plan of attack. Your doctor had told you that if your water had broken that you needed to try to get to the hospital within a few hours. So far, you hadn’t had any contractions but you knew that your situation could change at any moment. While you were pondering your next move, your phone rang. Picking it up, you slide your finger across the screen and answered.

“Hey Yn, I just wanted to let you know what seats I’m in so you don’t have to wander around,”Keiji Akaashi, Bokuto’s best friend said.

“Umm slight change of plans Keiji, my waters just broke,” you respond, teeth gritted.

A short pause followed by a sigh broke through the receiver as Akaashi spoke, “did you tell him yet? Have you called the hospital?” You could tell he was walking, hearing voices and his breathing increase as he made his way out of the stadium.

“I just changed my pants when you called. I was about to call the hospital. I’m not having contractions right now so I think we are good,” you repeat as Akaashi gives you a hum of confirmation.

“And you’ve called Bokuto?” He repeated as you grew silent, you lack of a response all Akaashi need for confirmation.

“YN?”

You had been thinking about how to approach the subject of your water breaking with your dear husband. While of course you knew Bokuto would want to be there, you also knew he’d be upset if he missed his game, especially since you weren’t in active labor.

“I know I need to tell him Keiji but he doesn’t need to come to the hospital right now. He could still play in the game and if things change, I’m sure Meian would let him leave. There’s plenty of subs that can take his place,” you say, finishing up the last minute tasks before you find a way to head to the hospital.

Silence filled the call as Akaashi thought through your plan. He knew Bokuto as well, if not better than you did and he knew your plan was thought out.

“Ok Yn, how about you call him and I’ll come take you to the hospital and stay with you until he gets there?”

You sighed in relief as you sat down on the chair in your kitchen and nodded to yourself, “Thanks Keiji! Text me when you get here and I’ll meet you downstairs ok?” You bid Akaashi farewell as you pulled up your husbands contact and hit call.

It rang twice before the cherry voice of your hyped up hubby filled the air.

“Hey hey hey baby! Did you need help finding Akaashi?” He cheered, the background noise of the locker room filling the call.

“Hey love, umm so please don’t panic,” you say through gritted teeth as the receiver goes silent, “my waters broke at home. But- BUT I’m not in labor and I’m feeling fine! Akaashi is coming to get me and take me to the hospital.”

Silence continued to fill the phone as you pulled your phone away from your ear to check that the call was still connected. You had never heard Kotaro so quiet in all your life, not even during his worst emo mode.

“Kotaro? Are you still there?”

Suddenly a panic “WHAT?” sounded in your ear as you pulled the phone away. You shouldn’t have been surprised as you heard Kotaro shouting and his teammates gather around him.

“Bokuto what the hell man chill out!” You heard Inunaki shout into the phone. You could hear the incoherent ramblings of your husband in the background as his teammates tried to calm him down.

“Put the phone on speaker!” Someone shouted as suddenly several male voices boomed.

“Hello? YN, what’s wrong? You good? Bokuto is pulling his stuff from his locker and we don’t know what’s going on,” Meian asked as you sighed deeply and palmed your face. You knew this would happen, which was why you thought carefully about even telling Kotaro in the first place. Sure you wanted him there by your side but you also knew your labor might be long and that your husband wasn’t exactly know for his patience.

“Hey Shugo, first off, I’m fine but my waters did break. I’m not having contractions and Akaashi just texted me saying he’s here. He’s taking me to the hospital,” you repeat as you grab your big and keys.

“Well shit, umm ok what do you need from us? The game starts in 45 minutes,” he questions as you head to the elevator, feeling more water leak from between your legs. Thankfully you have put a pad on when you changed your pants.

“Ok first off, don’t panic. If Kotaro wants to play in the game he can. I’ll probably be at the hospital for a while before anything happens so we have a lot of time,” you say as Meian silently listens, “I don’t think it will do any good to have a hyper Kotaro just standing around while the hospital is getting things going.”

“Makes sense Yn, ok I’ll talk to him and see what he wants to do. I’ll have coach keep his phone on the bench, if you need anything, call him ok?” Meian repeats as you nod, heading into Akaashi’s car.

“Thanks Shugo, I appreciate it!”

“No problem Yn! Good luck!” He says before hanging up the phone as Akashi begins to drive off the hospital.

Meanwhile, your husband is freaking out, and ready to run to the hospital if he has too. He wants to be there, wants to support you in anyway he can.

“Bokuto, YN’s fine. Akaashi is taking YN to the hospital as we speak. It’s going to take a while so, if you want, you can play in the game and then leave for the hospital,” Meian suggests as Bokuto’s head shots up to meet his eyes.

“I CANT JUST LET YN ALONE!” He screeches as Sakusa rolls his eyes, stepping forward to sit next to him.

“Bokuto Yn is fine. Trust me, just because their waters broke doesn’t mean the baby is coming right now. My partner and I were in the hospital for 2 days before our kid was born,” he said trying to calm his feral teammate down.

“But what if YN has the baby and I’m not there?” Bokuto sobs, big golden eyes glazing with tears.

“Dude that’s not going to happen ok? Akaashi has Yn and he’s going to call if anything happens. If it does, you can leave right away. It’s literally 10 minutes to the hospital from here,” Atsumu says, trying to reassure his spiker, “plus if we win this game fast, then you can get to the hospital sooner.”

Bokuto perked up, his eyes drying instantly as he stood quickly, “well come on then! We’ve got a game to win!”

It had been 2 hours since you’d arrived at the hospital. The doctors and nurses had been fussing over you so much that you hadn’t even had time to turn on the Tv to watch your husbands game. Akaashi had left quickly to grab something to eat while you were getting set up.

“Can you turn the TV on please? My husband is playing in a game and I’d like to watch if possible,” you asked the nurse as she politely nodded and grabbed the remote, handing it to you.

You listened to the drum of your babies heartbeat as you quietly relaxed into the bed, the nurse starting the pitocin to help further along your progress. You flipped through channels, unable to find the game as you silently pouted. The nurse looked down at you as you continued to search.

“What does your husband play?” She asked.

“Professional volleyball. He’s a spiker for the MSBY Black Jackals,” you happily hummed as you continued to search for the game.

“Oh I knew I recognized your surname! Your husband is Kotaro Bokuto right? Sorry to tell you this sweetheart but that game ended 30 minutes ago,” she responded as you looked at her with confusion. As you went to speak, the door of your hospital room burst open as Kotaro stood in his MSBY gear. Your eyes widened at your husbands state as he raced to your side, grabbing your hand and squeezing.

“Kotaro? What the hell?” You shouted, shocked at your husbands state as Akaashi silently came into the hospital room.

“Hey hey hey baby! How are you doing? Are you ok? How’s the baby?” Kotaro shouted, ignoring your questions as you looked from him to Akaashi. Akaashi had sat down, shaking his head back and forth.

“I’m fine Ko, but umm back to my question,” you chimed.

“Oh the game? Yeah we won in straight sets,” Kotaro cheered as he pulled the chair close to you.

“Kotaro you won three sets straight in an hour and a half? Is that even possible?” You questioned as Akaashi nodded.

“Bokuto was unstoppable YN. First two sets finished in under an hour.”

“The last one took longer because the other team was stubborn but I blasted through with liners and cross shots. Plus Hinata and Sakusa were on point too!” Bokuto smiled, “I would have been here even faster if I wouldn’t have been stopped by the reporters. I told them you were in labor and that I had to go!”

“And you didn’t think to maybe shower or change before you came?” You noted as your husband looked down at himself, seemingly not noticing his disheveled and sweaty appearance.

“Oh I totally forgot about that!” He grinned as you rolled your eyes and Akaashi palmed his face.

“We’ll go and shower in the bathroom ok? I’m not having you hold our baby when you are gross and sweaty!”

“But YN- what if something happens while I’m showering?” He pouts as you grab his hand and squeeze.

“Ko, I promise nothing will happen, now go before I need you,” you prompted as your husband jumped up and ran to the bathroom, grabbing his bag on the way. The door shuts and those shower sounds as you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

“We’re you nervous he wouldn’t get here YN?” Akaashi asked as you shook your head.

“Not really, I was more nervous I’d get a call from Meian saying that he went full emo mode during the first set and that did turn on the TV to see my husband sulking on the bench,” you laughed as Akaashi chuckled.

“I don’t think anything but winning that game and getting to you crossed his mind YN,” Akaashi responded and smiled, happy your husband was finally with you.

“Nah YN, I really don’t think anything could bring that guy down right now. He’s on cloud 9.”

“You’re right Keiji,” you sighed as you waited for your energetic husband to flock to your side.

[elryuse]

Can you make a Yandere Mina? But I want the Male Reader/OC to be a yandere too or he is a yandere lover (I hope you get what I mean).

Our Perfectly Normal Lovely Relationship

YANDERE MINA X YANDERE MALE READER

The spotlight bathed Mina in a blinding white glow. Her porcelain skin seemed to shimmer as she delivered the final note of her hit song, the screams of her adoring fans echoing through the stadium. But behind the perfectly sculpted facade, a storm brewed within her. Her eyes, usually sparkling with manufactured charm, scanned the audience, searching for a single face – Y/n's.

There he was, lost in the sea of glowing lightsticks, his face etched with a devotion that sent a familiar thrill through her. Months ago, a single DM on Instagram, a simple message praising her latest song, had ignited a spark. Yet, it wasn't just the adoration that captivated her; it was the raw passion in his words, an undercurrent of obsession that mirrored her own.

Weeks of meticulously crafted online interactions later, Y/n was hers. Their dates were filled with whispered secrets and stolen glances, a whirlwind romance fueled by a shared intensity that bordered on madness. He'd confessed his unwavering love for her music, but Mina saw a hunger in his eyes that went far beyond mere fandom.

Their love deepened, a possessive, suffocating embrace that felt strangely comforting. Mina used her influence to eliminate any perceived threats – a journalist who dared to write a critical review, a fellow idol whose eyes lingered on Y/n a second too long. Y/n, in turn, became her silent guardian, meticulously monitoring her online interactions. He'd even taken to leaving "gifts" at the doorsteps of her competitors – poisoned chocolates, threatening notes signed with a single crimson rose.

One rainy afternoon, while Mina was away at a recording session, curiosity gnawed at her. With a mix of nervous excitement and trepidation, she decided to use her spare key to enter Y/n's apartment. The air hung heavy with a strange musky scent, and goosebumps prickled on her skin as she stepped inside.

Then she saw it – a hidden door, ajar at the back of the living room. Her heart pounded in her chest as she pushed it open, revealing a dimly lit room that sent a tremor of dread through her veins. Walls plastered with her pictures, newspaper clippings detailing her career, and a makeshift shrine adorned with her personal belongings – her discarded microphone, a ripped piece of clothing, a crumpled love letter she'd carelessly tossed months ago.

Y/n's obsession mirrored her own, a chilling realization that should have terrified her. Instead, a twisted sense of belonging bloomed in her chest. Here, in this room filled with her essence, she found not fear, but a terrifying sense of completion.

That night, when Y/n returned, his face pale with shock at finding her in his secret room, Mina knew she wouldn't tell a soul. In fact, a macabre plan began to form in their minds. They weren't just two souls bound by love; they were instruments of a twisted symphony of obsession.

Their first target was Detective Kim, a man haunted by unsolved cases with eerily similar methods. He'd been following Mina's career for years, a nagging suspicion festering in his gut. But without concrete evidence, his suspicions remained just that.

Their plan unfolded with chilling efficiency. They lured Detective Kim to a secluded warehouse under the pretense of a tip. Detective Kim, ever the tenacious investigator, arrived alone, unaware of the twisted game he was about to become a part of.

The warehouse echoed with the metallic clang of a single light bulb swinging precariously overhead. Mina, her face devoid of its usual pop idol charm, watched with a chilling detachment as Y/n tightened the binds around the detective's wrists.

"You've been a thorn in our side for far too long, Detective," Y/n hissed, his voice laced with a dangerous calmness. "You'll learn why some things are better left undisturbed."

There was no elaborate torture, no prolonged suffering. Their act was swift and brutal, a single, fatal blow silencing Detective Kim forever. It wasn't about inflicting pain; it was about removing a threat, a chilling testament to the power their love wielded.

With Detective Kim gone, they were free. But the taste of blood, the thrill of silencing a potential threat, ignited a new spark within them. They craved more. Their crimes became bolder, more audacious. They targeted high-profile individuals, leaving behind their calling card – a single crimson rose, forever a reminder of the terrifying couple they were becoming.

The media dubbed them the "K-Pop Killers," a Bonnie and Clyde for the modern age. Their infamy skyrocketed, a macabre mix of fear and fascination gripping the nation. Mina, the fallen idol, became a symbol of shattered innocence, while Y/n, the enigmatic figure lurking in the shadows, became an object of morbid curiosity.

Years passed, a trail of bodies and stolen jewels marking their path. They remained elusive, ...a phantom couple leaving a nation breathless and terrified. Interpol joined the hunt, their faces plastered on wanted posters plastered across continents. From daring diamond heists to meticulously planned assassinations, they were a whirlwind of calculated chaos, their crimes fueled by their twisted love and a morbid sense of liberation.

Their notoriety reached a fever pitch when they orchestrated the kidnapping of a high-ranking politician's daughter. The nation watched with bated breath as demands were issued, a single crimson rose left on the national news desk every night. Negotiations stalled, the city held hostage by an invisible threat.

Just as the deadline loomed, authorities received a tip. A lone fisherman claimed to have seen them on a remote, uncharted island. With the military on high alert, a task force descended on the island, a swarm of helicopters tearing through the pristine silence.

What they found sent shivers down their spines. Nestled amidst the palm trees stood a dilapidated beach hut, the only sign of life. The air hung heavy with an acrid metallic tang. As the soldiers cautiously breached the door, they were met with a macabre tableau.

Mina and Y/n lay sprawled on the floor, their bodies riddled with bullets, limbs tangled in a final, desperate embrace. Their eyes, wide open, stared blankly at the ceiling, a chilling mirror of their shared madness. But it wasn't fear that etched their faces; it was a twisted joy, a macabre triumph that sent a tremor of unease through the soldiers.

"Told you this island was perfect, darling," Y/n rasped, his voice weak but laced with a twisted satisfaction.

Mina, her once vibrant eyes clouded with a dark euphoria, managed a weak cough before whispering, "Together forever, Y/n. Just like we planned." They both smiled maniacally.

Their reign of terror was over, their love story forever stained with blood. News reports proclaimed their demise a victory, a dark chapter finally closed. Yet, as the bodies were loaded onto helicopters, a single crimson rose, untouched by the chaos, lay nestled between their cold, lifeless hands.

In the end, they weren't just lovers, not just criminals. They were the Mina and Y/n duo, a chilling legend whispered in hushed tones – a testament to the darkness that lurks beneath the surface, a love story written in blood, forever etched in the memory of a nation.

[dreamonseems]

Clumsy Mommy

Erling Haaland X Female Reader

Summary: Reader slips and falls and Erling worries.

Ok, I literally have re-uploaded this 100 times. I hope this is the final time I'm having such a hard time uploading this. I hope the anon can see it 😔

Y/N and Erling were overjoyed to be expecting their second child. As the months went by, Y/N couldn't help but notice the stark difference between this pregnancy and her previous experience carrying Ragnar.

With baby number two, her body seemed to have found its rhythm, and she sailed through the journey with much greater ease. At six months pregnant, Y/N was in the midst of a blissful period, experiencing fewer discomforts and even enjoying the luxury of minimal morning sickness.

Today was an exciting day for Y/N as she found herself at the heart of the Manchester City stadium, surrounded by the vibrant energy of the team she had grown to love and support. As a valued member of the social media team for Man City, Y/N felt a deep sense of fulfillment in her work.

The fact that she could conveniently work from home allowed her to strike the perfect balance between caring for their lively son, Ragnar, and immersing herself in her professional endeavors. It was a privilege she treasured, cherishing the moments she got to spend in Erling's presence whenever their paths crossed at the stadium.

Y/N sat in a bustling meeting room, passionately discussing projects with her team. The hum of creativity and ambition filled the air as they delved into strategies to engage and captivate the club's vast online community. Y/N's eyes sparkled with enthusiasm, her dedication to her work shining through her every word and gesture.

Being in this vibrant environment, surrounded by like-minded individuals, invigorated Y/N. It was a testament to her unwavering commitment to both her family and her career. As she dove into discussions, her growing baby bump served as a reminder of the new life blossoming within her, a constant source of inspiration and motivation.

Even amidst the buzz of professional responsibilities, Y/N couldn't help but occasionally pause, her hands instinctively cradling her abdomen as she felt the gentle movements of her unborn child.

Each flutter reminded her of the miracle of life unfolding within her, reinforcing the significance of the choices she made and the legacy she was creating for her growing family.

Erling stood on the field, his heart filled with immense joy as he went through his rigorous training routine. A bright smile adorned his face, one that could only be described as contagious. Deep within his soul, he carried a profound sense of contentment, knowing that just a few steps away, Y/N was inside the stadium, passionately immersed in her work.

The thought of Y/N being in such close proximity ignited a flame within Erling, filling him with a sense of pride that he couldn't help but display. His eyes gleamed with adoration as he thought about the life growing inside her, a testament to their love and commitment. There was an innate satisfaction that welled up within him, knowing that he had played a role in creating this new life, that he had left an indelible mark on Y/N's body.

As he trained, Erling reveled in the knowledge that people around the stadium were aware of Y/N's pregnancy. It was as if he had an unspoken connection with everyone, a silent understanding that he had contributed to the creation of this beautiful, growing belly. A primal instinct awakened within him, a sense of possessiveness and protectiveness over Y/N and their unborn child.

He took pride in showcasing Y/N to the world, as if boldly proclaiming, "Look, she belongs to me."

Erling's joy knew no bounds as he trained, his movements infused with a newfound vigor and determination. With every stride, he carried the weight of responsibility and the desire to provide for his growing family. The knowledge that Y/N was nearby, diligently working, fueled his determination to succeed, not just on the field, but in life as a whole.

"Haa…land!" Erling's name rang through the air, causing him to abruptly halt his training. His heart pounded in his chest as Sam, one of Y/N's team members, sprinted towards him on the field. Confusion etched across his face, Erling anxiously asked, "What's going on?"

Breathless and filled with urgency, Sam managed to convey the distressing news. "Y/N... Y/N is in the Infirmary, She had a fall and hurt herself."

Panic seized Erling's being, his mind racing with a torrent of terrifying thoughts. Y/N was six months pregnant; any mishap could have dire consequences. Was the baby alright? Was Y/N alright? A surge of fear coursed through him as he sprinted towards the stadium, his every step weighted with trepidation.

With trembling hands, Erling pushed open the door to the infirmary and beheld Y/N was seated on the bed. Relief flooded through him as she turned towards him, a gentle smile gracing her lips, attempting to soothe his troubled soul. Her reassurance brought a semblance of calmness to his shattered nerves, though his face remained ashen, his eyes haunted.

"I'm fine, Erling," Y/N softly spoke, her voice a balm to his anguished heart.

"It was just a small slip. I didn't notice the wet floor. The baby is fine, and I'm fine. I just have a scratched knee." Her words, though meant to provide solace, couldn't fully alleviate the terror that still lingered within Erling's trembling frame.

Erling rushed to her side, enfolding her in his strong, protective embrace. He held her as if she were the most fragile thing in the world, unwilling to let go. His hands instinctively moved to her belly, where their precious baby resided. With tenderness, he caressed her tummy, his lips gently pressing kisses upon the growing life within.

Y/N's giggle filled the air, a testament to her love for the care he showered upon her and their unborn child. In that moment, Erling's fears seemed to dissipate, replaced by an overwhelming sense of love and gratitude.

"Mommy is clumsy, and she has to be very careful," he whispered to her belly, his voice laced with a mixture of adoration and concern. His eyes locked with Y/N's, conveying the depths of his fear and the unwavering love that coursed through every fiber of his being.

Erling and Y/N found solace in one another's arms. Their love, tested by the unpredictability of life, emerged stronger than ever.

They understood the fragility of their precious bond and vowed to protect it fiercely, cherishing each moment and the miracle they were nurturing together.

As they lingered in that embrace, time seemed to stand still. The worries and anxieties that had threatened to consume Erling's heart were replaced by a profound gratitude for the safety and well-being of his beloved Y/N and their unborn child. In that sacred space, they reaffirmed their commitment to one another, vowing to navigate the challenges of life hand in hand, their love an unwavering source of strength and resilience.

[todayontumblr]

Friday, June 16.

The Toad Who Never Made The Team

...and other important animal images.

Spare a thought for this poor little guy on this most Friday of Fridays, June 16ths. Because while most of us are winding down from school, university, or the workplace, and gearing up for a sunny weekend in June, others are not enjoying such a good time. Indeed, for some, they are heading into Saturday and Sunday left with no choice but two days to face one of life's hard truths, to ponder it—to look it square in its cold, uncompromising eyes. Take, for example, the tale of Toad who never made the team. This here poor fellow is one of a handful of stories from the rich tapestry of life to be explored in other @important-animal-images. 

We've all been there: you set your mind to something with the utmost strongest of determinations. This goal is fixed to your thoughts as if it were written on little bits of paper, and stapled to your eyelids. From the moment you wake, you are out of bed, like a Rocky montage or a LinkedIn hustler bro's post, and swigging eggnog, jogging, boxing the air, putting one step in front of the other in pursuit of that dream. That was the case for Toad, who wanted, more than anything, just to make the team.

There were obstacles, sure, but he didn't let them stand in his way. For Toad, being an amphibian meant he was not the obvious pick for a (human) men's 11-a-side soccer team. The fact he hibernates each winter was also not ideal for a side that would be playing on pitches up and down the nation during the cold, dark winter months. The fact he was smaller than the balls that the players would be kicking for 90 minutes was also not in his favor. As the main prey of snakes, including Toad on a soccer team would increase the risk of serpent attacks mid-match. And mid-match serpent attacks are the last thing coach needs when in pursuit of The Championship.

Unlike others in their family, toads are only capable of a slight hop, and not jump, which leaves them at a serious disadvantage when it comes to heading the ball, whether in attack or defense. They also have lovably short legs, which, while endearing, is not a good fit for a soccer player. The fact Toad eats his own skin is, while not unhelpful for a budding athlete, per se, really kind of gross—and unlikely to win friends in the dressing room and fans in the stadium. But for Toad, it mattered not. He was going to kick balls, and score goals, or die trying, dammit.

And try he did. He hopped with everything he had and kicked as hard as his comical legs would allow. But it, sadly, mattered not. When coach blew the whistle and gathered his squad around the team sheet for tomorrow's big match, eleven names were listed. Toad's was not among them. He was crushed, his dreams shattered in an instant, and as he went to ribbit a most forlorn of ribbits, he stopped, paused, and fell silent. Because, he remembered, he is a toad. And toads do not ribbit.

When you try your best and you don't succeed..., he hums to himself softly, consoling his broken spirit with the soothing lyrics of Fix You, by Coldplay. We can only hope he gets back to the training ground, gives it all he's got, and that we may see a change in his fortunes next year. Then, perhaps, we will see a happier sequel to this in later @important-animal-images. 

Better luck next year champ x

*P.S. It's not all so gloomy for our animal comrades, however. There's a rumour going around that this cat is having two kittens, and will need a hand or two in deciding on some baby names.

[whiteskullofroses]

STAR OF JERUSALEM

Baldwin Iv x Reader

🕯️Imagine you're a theatre star touring the world. Once you perform on the Holy Land, The king notices your talent and wishes to get to know you.🕯️

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"AND ONE AND TWO AND THREE AND Y/N GO!"

And you went. Stepping on the red X drawn upon the stage. Your joyful and youthful face turning into a straight and emotionless one.

"Esto quod es, ex animo, ex Luna."

The scene looked absolutely mesmerising. On the huge wooden floor sat a man-made moon in the phase of waning crescent. Behind you swung stars, the hot weather of Jerusalem making them shimmer and shine as though they were a sheet of a book kissed by candle light.

"Esse est percipi." Clapping sharply and reaching for one of the stars: "ad altiora tendo." Throwing the star on the ground, having it dramatically break apart: "ad astra."

Swirling in your own little world as the strings played a gentle, heart touching melody on the command of the harpist's fingertips.

"Luceo non uro." You sang, breathing steadily and stopping on the centre of the stage again: "nec spe" the music picked up the pace, you dropped to you knees: "nec metu."

"BEAUTIFUL Y/N! BEAUTIFUL!"

You inhaled deeply, for this night wasn't like no other. Rumors roaming around like a vampire at night, that his majesty, Baldwin the fourth will be joining the hopeful crowd of people who share a passion for ancient poetry combined with dread that comes with being alive and wanting it acted out infront of them.

Such news excited you madly, wanting to do the best of the best you practiced day and night for this magical show which will appear before everyone's eyes tonight.

You were incredibly lucky to have God bless you with the talent of being such a delicate preformer. The bigger the crowd, the better. The more eyes were glued to you the smoother words ran out of your mouth.

'What a lovely feeling it is, to be loved.' you thought, not only today but often as you've seen all of Europe, have met hundreds of impressionable people of whom you only heard in fairytales as a lowborn child. Them preaching what a fine show you've put on behind the stage curtains after every show made you feel like a flawless angel with bright wings and the purest soul.

The Holy Spirit inside you was preaching that showing off your skill to who some call 'the messenger of God', or simply the ruler of the Holy Land, should be your top priority. You always listened to it, as a personal belief of yours was that It was in fact God speaking to you through it. So what other choice could you have?

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Heavy clouds casted upon the wide stadium. Whispers of wonder were dominated by laughter of those already tipsy ones. These kinds of special events that to foreigners often seemed formal, were in all reality a party for all kinds. Those who wished to drink through the show were allowed without any restrictions, yet those who listened and watched you, were rather intoxicated with words that cut deep.

And so it is. The Greek harpist began strumming a century old melody called: 'Stella iuxta Lunam'. The crowd went silent like birds during a storm. Curtains coloured dark blue opened, presenting a beautiful young woman in a black dress with pearls in her hair. That woman was you.

The people of Jerusalem weren't used to a woman showing her hair, not only because of how religious the people were, but also because of the hot weather. Many people would suffer heat strokes and terrible migraines without them.

As you sang in Latin, the clouds cried down on the Earth. Soft tapping mother nature provided with the downpour gave out a great additional scene.

"Ad astra..."

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Folks cheered, threw roses and whistled in your honor over and over again. The rain had long before stopped allowing the stars to shine up in the skies.

Bowing and sending kisses to the sea of people, you left the stage.

Sighing and letting your hair down. Just as you were about to go drink some water, you heard an unfamiliar voice speak your name.

"Yes?" Breathing out and turning towards the one standing behind you.

As soon as you saw his metal mask you quickly added: "Your majesty."

Straightening up and giving your hair a quick fix, he started: "I greatly apologize for interrupting you while on break."

Sitting down on a chair, breathing heavily.

He was so sick. It broke your heart, poor twenty year old couldn't even walk a couple of meters without almost passing out.

"However" he continued: "I must say I'm a great fan of your work."

Taken back from the fact that the King of Jerusalem himself came to see you perform despite his state: "I'm truly honored, your majesty-"

"Baldwin." Interrupting you. Noticing your surprised expression he chuckled.

"Alright, Baldwin. Thank you for coming to see me tonight." It wasn't unusually for you to have people of power view you as one of them. After all you made good money and were loved to death by whole of Europe.

"I'm really proud of how far you've come." Baldwin was showering you in compliments and all you could do was redden in the cheeks and grin.

After a while he pondered: "How long are you staying here, Y/N? Tilting his head to you, who was now sitting opposite to him.

"Three days."

Baldwin leaned forward: "Do you play chess?"

You did. And you were bloody good at it too.

"Join me tomorrow for a round then." Standing up and taking one last look at you: "when the Sun goes down."

THE END.

[wosowrites]

Back With Her (Jordan Nobbs x Reader)

warnings: none

a/n: based off this request:

prompt: fluff with jordan as your happy shes on the roster for camp.

When it was announced that Jordan would be playing one last game with Arsenal, you felt your heart drop. The whole training session was off and silent. You all went home after, even though you usually do something together after practice. Jordan had been off the past couple weeks. You weren’t kissing as much, or going on dates. She was just… not Jordan. Arsenal wasn’t Arsenal without Jordan, and Jordan wasn’t Jordan without Arsenal.

You went home that day numb. Jordan was visiting Aston Villa’s stadium and coaches, getting to know them a little. Or so that’s what Jonas told you girls.

You drove home, the car quiet, missing Jordans bad post training kareoke. The seat beside yours was empty, missing your girlfriends presence. As you got onto the hallway, the water works turned on. You started violently sobbing, feeling sick to your stomach the whole drive. You were trying to concentrate on the road, knowing that your tears were dangerous as they blurred your eyesight. You pulled over once you got off the highway and turned your engine off. You probably sat in your car for forty five minutes, sobbing, crying and just being an all around mess.

What broke you out of your tears was Jordan’s name on your screen, your phone was connected to the bluetooth and her ringtone rang throughout the car. You quickly answered, trying to make it seem as though you weren’t crying. "Baby?" Jordan’s voice said. "Hey," you said, your voice breaking immediately. "Y/n… im sorry. I couldn’t tell you." Jordan said, her own voice shaking. "Come home, Jords. Please," you cried into the phone. "I’ll be there in an hour. I love you. This won’t change anything."

That night, when Jordan got home, you held her as she cried, and then she did the same for you. It was the worst night of your life.

Then came Jordans last game for Arsenal. Leah held her as she cried knowing fans would notice, but not caring. Jordan and Leah had always been best friends. You? You had Katie hugging you in the tunnel for a solid twenty minutes after the game. You felt as though you were loosing your girlfriend.

Once Jordan started training with Villa, she had no choice but too move out of your shared apartment. Your apartment was too far from the training centre for Jordan.

You came to your own training sessions everyday with puffy and red eyes. Your team held you when you needed it, and left you alone when you needed that. They were all there for you.

"Im loosing her," you told Katie one morning. It was an early training session, you were tired, and sad, and scared. All up in your feels, you had broken down crying an hour into the training. "You’re not loosing her. You talk to her every day, you will not break up. Do you hear me?" Katie had said.

Jonas would have been annoyed with you if it wasn’t for the fact that instead of your pain making you distracted, it fuelled you. In the five games since Jordan left, you had scored seven goals and had three assists. You were also more irritable, having picked up threw yellow cards in those games, but Arsenal was used to getting booked.

International break was coming up, and you were scared that Jordan wouldn’t make the cut. You needed to see her, spend a night with her, train with her again. You had seen her almost every day since she had left, but it wasn’t the same. For seven years, you spent every hour with her. There was no moment where you had to say goodbye. And that change was getting the better of the both of you.

The roster for the international break came out for the players at 3:00, which happened to be the same time your training ended. When you saw the list, you screamed out of joy. "Why are you so happy? You’re always on that roster." Manu asked you. "I don’t care about me! Jordans on the roster!" You yelled, jumping into Leah’s arms. That night, you and Jordan went on your first date in a long time, but the meal was nothing compared to what went down at her apartment.

You arrived at training with the rest of the british arsenal girls. You were one of the firsts to arrive, having coming earlier because Leah needed to, and you wanted to come up together. You cheeked the room list, having been marked down for room 129 with Lucy. You felt relief at being paired with Lucy. Although you loved all your teammates, she was easy to room with. She was fun but could be calm, clean but not annoying when you left things around, and was always a good listener.

You unpacked your bag, knowing Lucy would want the window bed, and knowing she would be one of the later arrivals due to where she was flying in from.

You went down for supper at 6:20, having fallen asleep and cursing yourself for probably missing Jordan’s arrival. You hurried down the hallway and into the elevator towards the floor where the dining hall was. The girls were all already settled in. You spotted Jordan quickly. She was sitting with Leah, Lucy, Keira and Georgia. There was a free chair between Leah and Jordan. You quickly walked over to the table, the girls spotting you. "Y/n! Hey, I was about to come get you." Lucy said.

You ignored her and wrapped your arms around Jordan who had already stood up. "Somehow I thought you wouldn’t be here. That your name on the roster was like… me being delusional." You said to her, hugging her head. "I’m here. I’m not leaving."

The girls smiled at the both of you, you pulled apart and Jordan sat back down as you went to get food. "You guys aren’t fucking on my bed." Lucy said. "Same goes to you and Keira." Jordan answered. Lucy shut up real quick after that.

The team had a movie night in the common room, the staff having set up couches, bean bags and egg chairs around the room. As always, you arrived late, causing Jordan to be late as she waited for you in your room. At least that’s what you told everybody. It was more like you were making out and lost track of time. You and Jordan ran down the halls, hand in hand, giggling like teenagers.

You found your way to the common room where a movie was being picked, and where almost all the spots were taken. "Share an egg chair with me then?" Jordan asked you, pointing to the only free spot in the whole room.

"Wouldn’t want to sit anywhere else" she winked. She sat down on the chair first and you sat down after, cuddled up in her lap. You rested your head on her shoulder as her hands wrapped around your waist and held you close, her hand slipping under your shirt and tracing patterns on your stomach.

"Im so proud of you. No ones worked harder than you, Jords." You whispered to her as all the girls focused on the classic Harry Potter movie playing. "Thank you. I couldn’t have done it without you," she said, playing with your hair now. "What do you mean?" you asked, moving your head to look at her. "You’re my drive. You’re what keeps me going," she answered.

[4younotafool]

Love And Justice (Genshin Impact)

This story is also available on different platforms; Wattpad: NotAFool4You "Love and Justice" Archive Of Our Own: NotAFool4You "Love And Justice"

genre: enemies to lovers, forced proximity, crime, mistaken identity, second chance

Part 3

There is only one fact in this list of statements. Which one is it?

1. The Garde using aggressive actions against an innocent and fragile lady like myself. (Even when I am being suspected of a crime)

2. The Garde assumes that I am Marissa, hence arresting the wrong person.

3. Arrestment of a crime we are not aware of committing.

Correct, It is the third statement. Because as of now, in broad daylight, the Garde and officials of Fontaine's Court have knocked down our home's precious and only door and forcefully pushed me down to the ground.

"Miss Marissa of Perla Grandeur, you are under arrest for the crime of abduction and human trafficking." The Official spoke and showed a piece of document with my supposed warrant of arrest.

"You have the right to remain silent. Any statement you make may be used against you in the court of law in Fontaine. You have the right to have a competent and independent counsel preferably of your own choice. If you cannot afford the services of a counsel, the Fontaine's Court will provide you with one. Do you understand these rights?"

"No! She didn't do anything! Miss Eli didn't do anything!!" Elona cried desperately while the officials kept her away. For safety measures, they say.

Do they have no common sense that this is not something a child should witness?

An official kneeled in front of the crying Elona, He put his fist to his chest and looked at Elona with sparkling eyes.

"Don't be scared! We're here to save you! You don't have to defend her! Justice is on your side!"

Ew

With the way he looked as he spoke, and even his choice of using those kinds of words. If I was the child they were rescuing, I would be mortified. Elona seemed to share the same feelings as I did. The official tried so hard to look like a prince or a knight in shining armor or whatever he was attempting to impersonate. It's not working well.

"As for you, criminal." The Official turned to me, his eyes darkened and his facial expression morphed into disgust and rage, he moved closer to where I was being held down. The Official holding Elona turned her around.

"You will be sent to a place you belong. Somewhere you should have been in a long time ago. " He said through his gritted teeth and spat a spit on my face.

This is utterly disgusting.

"Garde, send her to the Fortress Of Meropide. Inform the Administrator right away."

I'm glad that I was the one who got arrested and not my sister. If she were here in my place, I would have destroyed this fortress.

Marissa has been out since last night and hasn't yet returned home. Elona and I were left together, I was supposed to show her a puppeteer show I made from scratch, but then the Officials and Garde suddenly came knocking on our door. They even knocked over and possibly destroyed the puppeteer stadium I built when they pushed me down.

Though, I hope they are treating Elona. At least, much better than how I am being treated right now.

"Look at her? So arrogant."

"Stupid bitch, she saw it coming"

I could hear some of the prisoners' whispers as I was walking down the staircase of the Fortress. Ever since I was arrested earlier, I have never uttered even a noise and remained silent. We went to the reception area, they made me write my name down while being cuffed in the wrists.

Marissa Perla of Perla Grandeur

INMATE 1143

I scribbled in cursive letters. Since they assumed I was Marissa, I wrote my sister's name instead of mine. Besides, I've decided since the first time I saw Elona and Marissa together, that I would take the blame for everything in exchange for their happiness.

They harshly nudged my shoulders when they saw me drop the fountain pen beside the paper document. I rolled my eyes at them. I believe we are on our way to meet the administrator of this place.

When we arrived, I wasn't surprised to see that his office was as respectable as his position. I heard that he was entitled as the Duke as well. From the Fortress' atmosphere, it seems like he's running the stronghold responsibly.

One thing I hate about the Administrator's office? It's the staircase. It's undeniably unnecessary to have this kind of flight of steps that looked like they were about to reach the heavens. This should be illegal.

"Ah, the suspect of 'Fontaine's missing children' case."

When we finally reached the end of the stairs, I was lost for breath. The Administrator's voice echoed. He was leaning on his desk, his arms crossed and one hand holding onto a piece of paper before tossing it to the side. He looks younger than what I originally envisioned him as.

And he looked quite.....what was the word again?

"The name's Wriothesley, welcome to the Fortress of Meropide" He smiled, but it wasn't genuine.

Wriothesley has tufted black hair with grey streaks, pale grey eyes, and pale skin. He's tall, taller than I in heels. He has a scar under his right eye, and everywhere else on his body that is not covered by his clothes. You can correctly assume that he's the top dog of this place, his looks are intimidating, and his body has the muscles to control the violent crowd of this place.

I simply raised my brow and bowed my head a bit. Even if I am being held against my will, I am aware I should pay my respect and courtesy to people with higher status.

"Your trial is set for later afternoon and tomorrow evening. Do you have a legal officer in mind?"

"I do, but it will take some time to contact her. She's from a different nation." I finally spoke.

"Your grace, someone like her doesn't deserve to be defended!" an official yelled on his side. I didn't even notice there was an attendant in the room with us.

The attendant didn't even spare me a single glance. She just went and declared her biased opinion so openly.

Before Wriothesly could reply. I spoke first.

"It's part of the law. It is my right as a person. If you have anything against it, speak up to the person who made that law."

"Shut up. I'm not talking to you, criminal."

I furrowed my brows in offense. I was about to reply something distasteful to hear. But Wriothesly spoke first.

"Mind your words, Ethil" Wriothesly spoke in a deep tone, it sounded like an warning.

"She is still considered as a normal and abiding citizen, the charges pressed against her are yet to be proven."

Thank god! Someone with a brain!

The attendant beside him fumed and fiercely looked in my direction.

"Understood. Apologise, your grace. I'll be on my way then." she bid her formalities. But before she left, she bumped my shoulder strongly and spat a whispered curse only I could hear when she passed by.

I rolled my eyes at her childlike behavior. I failed to notice that the Garde had left with the attendant. Leaving me and Wriothesly behind. Alone in his office. Somehow, that doesn't sit right with me.

"Take a seat, Miss Marissa. We have a lot to talk about"

[miyamizuna]

There will come a time

ft. kageyama tobio w.c: 939 genre: angst warnings: metaphorical stabbing. (no actual violence) heavily inspired by gojo and geto’s kfc live tv breakup.

There will come a time when you're on top of the world, looking down upon everyone you once knew. Where you will hold your head up high fighting your battles with everyone cheering your side.

Ever since we were young you aimed to be a star. It's always been that way. You, me, Miwa, and your grandfather. The four of us playing volleyball in your backyard. You always had a talent, that wasn't an unknown fact.

Tell me, Kageyama Tobio. Is the view nice up there?

Today I went to see your game. The Lights shining down on the court, but you stood out like a star in the night sky. As the ball touches your hands you set it up to your teammates ever so gracefully. It’s funny to see you so composed. You’re usually hot headed and a socially awkward. It’s almost like you’re a totally different person when you’re on the court.

Toss after toss, point after point, every win, every loss. That’s the world you live in; a life of a professional. How could I ever dream of walking that stage with you?

After the ball touched the wooden floors one final time to confirm your victory, you go celebrate with your team, all cheerful and faces full of smiles. Your smile was the brightest, even if you aren’t the best at it.

As people were shuffling out of the stadium I walk away, just like every time before. Every single damn time, I walk away. I see you happy and I walk away. Who am I to ruin the joy in your face? I ran away so I-

“Y/n…”

Then, all I see is you.

Why did I leave you?

It was a spring day, just as we were finishing our last year of high school together, us on a bench, just like two peas in a pod. You were drinking your milk and I was spacing off into the sky. I had tried to comprehend a way to tell you what was going to happen in the near future. That it wasn’t going to be the two of us anymore, like it had been the years prior.

“Hey, Y/n-“

“I’m leaving for america!”

Just like that, I let it slip. You sat there staring at me.

“Are you for real..?” You meekly reply back to my statement. That’s when it hit me. That’s when the severity of our situation hit me! With my now averted eyes, I took a long pause.

“It’s true.”

What right do I have to come and see you? Five years later I just come back strolling in to watch your game? Five years later I can just exist back in your life? How selfish am I..?

I turn around to escape your presence, to get lost amongst the sea of people, but do the stars shine ever so bright.

You grab a hold of my wrist with that firm grip, securing me in place; and just like that, we’re at a stand still.

Hasn’t this happened before?

I get up to go leave the bench under the canopy of trees, after breaking to you the news. It felt like an eternity of silence had passed by us with how silent you were being. So that’s when I decided to leave. All of a sudden, that’s when it happened. With one fellow swoop. You stood up and grabbed my wrist with a firm grip.

“Don’t go.” Your tone was directed and demanding, clearly stating what you want.

“Tobi-“

“No.”

All of a sudden, I’m pulled into an embrace by you; your body language begging me not to go. You held me close to you, as you cracked your tough outer shell to reveal a sob.

Kageyama Tobio, you’ve lost your grandfather, your teammates, your one chance to be like your grandfather, and now… me.

Kageyama Tobio has really lost it all.

“Y/n… Where have you been..?” You tell me as you hug me in front of hundreds of your fans. With my back now against your chest, I’m sure the media will have a field day with this one.

“Kageyama-“

“It’s Tobio.”

You’re as stern as always

“Well… Tobio. Please let me go.”

That’s not what I want.

“y/n-“

This isn’t what you want either. Is it?

“It’s better that we don’t see each other. I think it’s opening up old wounds”

With a long pause between of silence, you finally spoke up pushing me away alongside it.

“You can’t just walk back into my life and walk back out of it you know! How is that fair to me? Tell me y/n why do you get the call all the shots what about me?!?”

I knew it would come down to this. I knew you would yell at me. It’s no surprise that you would yell at me. So why do your words stab me like a sharp knife? Better yet, why don’t I have the heart to argue back?

“Fine then Tobio, I’ll be out of your way.”

My words come out calm as if I’m unphased by the situation. Then as if I’m truly heartless, I walk away without letting you speak. Truly though, I know deep down inside how I’m feeling. Walking away from the first time was hard enough, but this time? Why is this time even harder than the last..? The situation was the same. It ended in us fighting. You becoming short-tempered, and me walking away. The situation is one and the same, no matter how many times it plays out.

I guess, I can only hope. If only one day in the far distant future. This can end in I love you.

Unfortunately, there will come a time when it’s time to say goodbye and let go of our endearing fleeting memories.

FIRST POST ON MY WRITING COME BACK WOOO!!!

Thanks for reading! I hope u enjoyed :3

[romantic-disarray]

Childhood Friends to Lovers Pt. 2

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Part 2 of my mini series ft. Itoshi Rin !

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Note : I'm a bit busy with school atm so I'm sorry if the grammar sounds goofy 💀

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Warning : Takes place on and after the U-20 match. Includes suggestive stuff at the end but doesn't continue, probably next time when my ass isn't the one being fucked by school works 🙏 also includes cursing, but come on everyone curses

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Despite being friends with Rin for the longest time—you weren't exactly safe from his ludicrous insults and excessive use of the word lukewarm. If anything, it seemed that his frustration and need to do so only grew whenever you were around, which was a bothersome thing in the beginning yes—but overtime you just grew used to it.

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Though the question 'Why?' still circled your head like a cartoon bird.

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Your thoughts were cut short when many gasped on the sidelines right beside you, your eyes went up from the floor and onto the field, seeing Rin running at insane speed, with his... Tongue hanging?

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“Damn bitch put it away...” You murmured with furrowed brows, before cheering him on. Oh come on, he was still your best friend so who were to judge?

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Exactly. You were his best friend, and if not ONLY friend so you had the right to do so. Being Rin's friend definitely felt like an honor, but were you ever gonna let him know that? Fuck no, you'd rather swallow a milkshake of bird shit than admit anything. “YOU BETTER SCORE THAT GOAL YOU BASTARD!”

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He did, not in fact, score that goal. And with that, the match concluded with Blue Lock leading by 1 point. You screamed at the top of your lungs and had the sudden urge to hug someone when you realized you came here alone. So much for boasting about how lonely Rin was.

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You patiently waited until the players were finally allowed to leave the stadium, meaning you had to wait for over what? 1 and a half hours or so? You didn't even know how long it'd been considering the fact you fell asleep throughout it.

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If it hadn't been for someone oh so kind enough to shake you awake then you probably would've been kidnapped and sent to germany for god knows what. You slowly opened your eyes, and spotted someones arse sitting just right beside your head. A shudder went up your spine when your eyes trailed up that persons body and was met with blinding blue ones.

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How ironic.

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Before you could even stand up from the bench—a jacket fell from your waist. The both of you silently stared at it, and that's when it registered in your head that Rin had actually been thoughtful enough to cover you up in this throat aching weather.

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You robotically turned your head in Rin's direction, making sure to keep eye-contact while you picked up the jacket from the ground. The thought of spiting him with the neutral expression on your face that held every bit of smugness was the best thing about your reunion.

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You stood up from the bench and stared at him silently, before clearing your throat. “Were you actually sleeping?” Rin stated the obvious, a deadpanned expression on his face, “Did you actually cover me up with your jacket?”

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“No, I didn't.”

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“How thoughtful of Sae to cover me up then, with this 'Itoshi' jacket of his.” The sudden mention of his brother earned you a visible scowl on his face. You raised a hand and rubbed your neck to warm it up, “Too far, okay get it.” You awkwardly chuckled, and in attempt to lighten the mood—you tried to jokingly slap his arm, when he suddenly caught your wrist in his calloused and rather, cold hand.

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Your eyes widened, usually you weren't all that shocked when Rin decided to do something unexpected, but since the two of you have been separated for far too long—it seems that ability was thrown and disregarded out the window. You looked at him as if you were waiting for something, however nothing came from his tightly zipped mouth.

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You pushed all the teasing aside and tried to put a hand on his own, “Rin? Is there something wrong?” Your question was quickly followed by a gasp when Rin had suddenly pulled you in a warm hug. His hand slithered from your wrist and onto the back of your head while his other arm wrapped around your waist. His chin rested peacefully on your shoulder as he inhaled a deep breath. Was it out of embarrassment or lack of air? Don't know, but your pride said first option.

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You slowly let out a chuckle and hugged back, placing your hands onto his back as you felt him shudder slightly. “Aww, you missed me.” Rin grumbled a quiet, ‘No, I didn't.’ The two of you stayed in that position for a while, silently enjoying each other's company as your holds only seemed to grow tighter with many more seconds passing.

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You wouldn't admit it, but you liked it. You liked hugging him. You liked him.

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“You did great out there Rin,” you murmured into his scarf, feeling his hand comb through your hair as he listened. Rin felt smitten. He always liked hearing you talk, ever since the two of you were little kids. He just wishes he could've listened more.

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“But you mind wanna talk about that tongue action on the field?” Way to ruin the moment. Rin tugged at your hair.

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“Shut the fuck up.” Rin threatened in an annoyed tone, a grin graced your lips as you looked up at him with a cat-like smirk. “Makes me wonder what other things that tongue can do.” You tried saying with a straight face, but ended up breaking into a fit of laughter at how cringed out you were.

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You were pulling away from him, “I can't, let's go home dude—” “But you wanted me to show you, right?”

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Andd you were forcefully pulled back into the hug. Your eyes widened as your cheeks flared a bright red color, “What?” Rin stared at you, his eyes never wavering. “You said you wanted to see, right.” Despite the right at the end of his sentence—it felt more like a demand rather than a question. Your eyes twitched in annoyance, ‘Fuck you.’—is what you wanted to say, yet nothing came out.

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You gulped a lump down your throat, “Are you being serious right now?” You awkwardly laughed, freezing when he leaned closer to whisper in your ear. “How about you find out?”

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Next up: Nagi Seishiro ‼️

[onlyhereforthestories]

Past, Present and Future? (Patri Guijarro x Reader)

A very late day 7! I hope you all enjoy and don't hate me too much for this one.

To say you were excited about the upcoming break would be an understatement, it felt like you had been playing football for a year straight what with the season and the champions leagues games as well as the euro tournament over the summer. 

What you were even more excited about was the fact that you and Patri would be spending the whole day together not spilling your time with your families and each other. For the last few years you had spent the morning together before going your separate ways to your own families. This year you would be spending the morning with hers and then the afternoon/evening with yours, something your sisters were very much looking forward to. 

But first you had this one final game to play, a champions league game against Rosengard. Travelling to the game was easy, you and Patri singing Christmas songs while she drove the both of you to Johan stadium. Usually you would be focused in for the game but you knew you weren’t starting today having been told a few days before. 

The letting down of your normally static game day demeanour was fun for Patri, she was the only person who got to really see this side of you anyway but this out of the blue was something different. Once you pulled up she turned off the car and sat still for a moment, taking her cue you sat silently too waiting for the younger woman to move. When she did it was to pull you into a kiss that was fully of something you couldn’t quite put your finger on. 

“What was that for pretty lady?” Your question was whispered onto her lips, you were trying to keep the serenity of the moment. 

“Nothing babe, I just thank you for being in my life.” You smiled back at her but aired the same sentence you always did when she said something like this. 

“You don’t have to thank me.” The smile you got in return wasn’t the usual bright one but you didn’t have time to dwell on that because Patri was leaning back in for another brief kiss. She pulled away quickly after and got out the car telling you to hurry up. 

The game was pretty uneventful for the first 65 minutes, Barcelona dominating not only in possession but in goals too. The score currently 4-0. Patri was playing the way she normally did, amazingly and you were just warming up after being told you would be going in for Engen within the next 5 minutes. 

Running onto the field would never get old, you loved every moment of playing football and that fact that you got to do it as a job was something you would always be thankful for. As the game drew to a close the other team were tiring and you could see it, a tackle went in late on Pina and you had to pull the younger woman to her feet. You checked on your girlfriends best friend and when she confirmed to you she was okay you got the game back underway. 

Only a minute later was it your turn to be on the receiving end of one of those tired late challenges and as soon as it happened everyone in the stadium knew it was bad. The noise that left your mouth would haunt some of your friends for months as well as the sound of your leg breaking. You felt it instantly, the studs in the ankle of your standing leg of one player and the shoulder into yours of another. The following snapping noise as you body was thrown awkwardly the opposite way to the girl challenging your legs sounded in your mind the loudest. 

The pain was something that you had never felt before and you could do nothing but punch the floor and press your face as hard as you could into the turf to try and forget the pain. You couldn’t hear any of the voices trying to get you to turn over, not your teammates, not the trainers, not even your girlfriends. 

Everyone watched on as you were strapped to a stretched, Pina having to pull Patri into her when you didn’t answer anyone the midfielder reaching out after you. Your face was white and all the expression had drained you just looked numb, you felt numb. 

About 30 minutes later Patri arrived at the hospital, Alexia by her side your older sister had obviously been at the game supporting. The two woman went up to the desk and asked about you, Patri had never been happier to have your sister by her side, it meant that she wouldn’t have to fight to find out information about you. Her girlfriend status never being enough to have that information. They had no trouble finding out you were in surgery and they they needed to go up to the relatives section and wait for the doctor to come and update them. 

After what seemed like days but was actually in fact only an hour, a doctor in scrubs came walking through a restricted access door pulling a scrub cap off his head. “Family of Miss Putellas?” Patri was up instantly and Alexia along with Eli and Alba who had come as soon as they could weren’t far behind. “That’s me, us. How is she? What did you have to do?” 

Patri shot the questions at the doctor who smiled softly back at her worry. Once her explained that you had to have a metal rod put in you leg along with a couple plates and screws to hold the shattered bone in place. He also let them know that you had dislocated your ankle at the same time and the road to recovery you would have would be a long one. 

At this point Alexia asked the question she knew you would want to know. “Will she play again?” When the doctor didn’t give an answer straight away the two midfielders knew that the answer would not be what you would want to hear. 

With all that being said the doctor led both the four women towards your room. “She will be groggy for the next few hours and when she does come around fully she will be in pain.” When he got a nod from them he walked off in the other direction leaving your family to look at the door leading to your room. 

Alexia nudged Patri forward, when the younger woman looked at her she nodded in the direction of your door obviously telling her to go in first. When Patri opened the door tears instantly left her eyes. There was monitors beeping next to you, your face was still pale. You had your left leg wrapped up to past the knee in plaster and the toes she could see poking out were blue in colour. 

“Oh bebe, I’m so sorry.” Patri grabbed you cool hand and sat in the chair next to your bed. “I wish I could trade places, you don’t deserve this.” 

After sitting with you for a little while Patri was just getting up when she heard you groan. She was instantly back by your side asking if you were okay and what she could do to help. You croaked out noises a few times before nodding at the water on the table, after taking a few healthy gulps when Patri brought the straw to your lips you managed to get your voice to work. 

“Will I play again?” Patri looked shocked, it took her a moment to process what you had said and she took your hand before she spoke. 

“The doctor isn’t sure, the break is bad and you also did stuff to your ankle.” It took you a moment to understand what the woman was telling you. You stared at the celling for what felt like an hour and Patri let you process as long as she could before breaking the silence. “I’ll be here the whole time to help, no matter what happens I’m not going anywhere.” 

You turned to look at the woman you knew you loved but at this moment that didn’t matter, all that mattered was that she was the one to tell you it was over. 

“Get out. I’m done.” 

[ahgastay]

Petals

Hi, everyone! Here is part one of two to my ‘Petals” fic. Hope you enjoy!

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I could spot him from a million miles away.

And maybe it was just the way that his smile could light up even the darkest room, or how his eyes shined just a little bit brighter than everyone else, but I swear in a stadium full of people, my eyes would always find his first.

He and I have been friends for about 3 years now, but he likes to say different. ‘Its like we’ve been friends our whole lives.’

For me, I feel like quite the opposite. I feel like we have just met a few weeks ago, because the feelings I feel for him still feel like I am a young schoolgirl who is crushing on a boy she met in class: stomach in knots, not able to make eye contact, still stumbling over some of my words. Three years later and I still look down at my phone every 2 minutes because I am waiting for him to call.

It took me quite a while to figure out that what I felt for him wasn’t a normal feeling to have towards someone who is a ‘good friend of mine’. In fact, I had to have that conversation with a close friend of ours, and he had to tell me that the feeling wasn’t a platonic feeling, but something a hell of a lot more. I remember driving home that night in tears, because what else was I supposed to do? I knew what was coming soon, because I could already feel it spreading in my chest and up my throat.

“You can’t keep ignoring him forever, you know that, right?” Felix said, placing a bottle of water in front of me as he sat on the open spot next to me on the couch.

“I can try my best.” I replied, pulling the blanket tighter around myself, not removing my eyes from the TV playing in front of us.

“He’s asking about you, you know? He keeps asking if any of us have seen or heard from you. I can’t keep lying to him like this.” I could tell Felix was getting upset about it.

“What else am I supposed to do?” I leaned up and grabbed the water, opening the cap and taking a quick sip while looking over at my friend.

“I don’t know but hanging out with him for a day won’t hurt you anymore than you’re already hurting now.”

Oh, if only he knew.

I could feel tears starting to arise in my eyes as my chest began to heat up and my throat close. I was trying as hard as I could to keep it down. I couldn’t let him figure out about this. I just couldn’t. But he must have seen the tears in my eyes.

“Oh, I didn’t mean to upset you.” He went to sit up and rub my back, but the second his warm hand hit my back, I rose to my feet and ran as fast as I could to my bathroom. I closed to door and hit the lock as to make sure he couldn’t get it. I hunched over the toilet and coughed as much as I could. As I looked down into the toilet bowl, I saw little flower petals; white with rosy pink tips. I felt slightly better after a couple of seconds and dropped myself against the wall.

“(Y/N)? Are you alright?” Felix said as he knocked on the door.

“Yeah,” I replied, slightly out of breath. “I’ll be f-“

The same feeling rose again in my chest, and I found my spot against the toilet bowl again. After I got out as much as I could, I slumped against the toilet and, as gross as it was, let my forehead rest against the cool glass of the bowl.

“Oh, (Y/N) ...” I heard from behind me.

With all the energy I had left in me, I turned my head to the side to see Felix standing stagnant.

I no longer had it in me to keep this to myself and broke down as he silently sat behind me and brought me into his chest. I tucked myself into him and I let out sob after sob as I wrapped myself as much as I could around Felix and let him hold me, almost like a mother holding her child after their first heartbreak. I could feel his chest trembling along with mine and looked up at his face after a few minutes of letting myself release my pent-up emotions. He also had tears on his cheeks and chin shaking.

“Why didn’t you say anything to me?”

“What was I supposed to say? It wouldn’t have made any difference.”

“I could have at least been there for you and helped take care of you when you were like this.” I brought his hand up and wiped the tears from my cheeks. “(Y/N), you have to say something to him.”

“It’s not going to make a difference, Felix. He’s never going to love me the way that I love him, and I must come to terms with that and live with it until all this ends.”

“… What do you mean by ‘until all this ends’? You’re going to get the surgery, aren’t you?”

I looked down and slightly shook my head, letting him know silently I had no plan on letting go of these feelings, even when it’s going to kill me.

“(Y/N), please, I am begging you. Don’t do this, please just get the surgery and you can keep living. You cannot do this to us. What am I supposed to do, how am I supposed to keep living knowing that you’re going to die any day all because you decided this stupid crush isn’t worth living for?” Felix said, voice angry.

I took my hands and shoved him away from me, looking him in the eye and pointing my right index finger directly at him.

“Don’t you ever say ‘stupid crush’ again, because you know good and well that this wouldn’t be happening if that was all it was. YOU are the one who told me what I was feeling wasn’t a friend thing, that what I felt was love. So don’t you dare to sit here and yell at me.” I stood up, walking out of the room.

“Wait, (Y/N), I’m sorry, please …” I heard him get up and follow me outside of the room. He grabbed my hand and turned me back around to face him.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it. Its- Damn it, its just really hard to sit here and try to understand the fact that one of your closest friends is dying and you can’t do anything about it.”

“I understand that, Felix. But please realize that this is my choice. I have decided this and there is no going back for me.”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

“Its okay. I can understand why you’re upset. But please, for me, try to understand that I don’t think life is really worth living without this feeling.”

He nodded, but I could see tears developing in his eyes. He looked up and blew out a deep breath and tried to blink back his tears. I walked over to the couch, sitting down and crossing my legs. Felix came right behind me, sitting to my right and placing a hand on my knee.

“All I have ever wanted was to be happy. And I am. Even though I know that these feelings are never going to be reciprocated, I am happy. Over the moon. I hope one day, you love someone as much as I love him. Because even in the end, I am going to go out knowing that I loved. And that I loved hard. I know how I feel. I understand how I feel. Nobody else is ever going to get that. I get that its hard for you, Felix. But please understand that this is for me.”

“But what about everyone else?”

My stomach dropped.

I never really thought much about what would happen after I was gone. All I could think about was the feeling that grew stronger and stronger inside of my chest daily. I never thought about the repercusions of my actions. Before tonight, the boys would find out that I was gone, and never understand why. They would live a long life, filled with happiness and love, while I would live a short one filled with the same. But now that Felix knows, he would have to be the one to tell them. To break the news on my passing. And he would have to tell him why.

“What about the fact that I am going to have to live… every single day for the rest of my life knowing that I couldn’t help you? That I knew this whole time and never did a single thing?”

“There is no way to help me! Please, I am begging you to understand that there is NOTHING in this whole world that could change my decision. Not even him.”

I’m pretty sure that hit him, because he looked down and his lap and took a shaky breath.

“Okay.”

“Okay?” I questioned.

“Okay.” He looked up at me. “I’m sorry I kept pushing.”

“Its fine, I get it.”

I smiled at him as he smiled as me, a bright smile that one of the prettiest I had ever seen.

“You still need to see him, or at least talk to him.”

I sighed and nodded my head. “You’re right.”

“How about this? We have practice in a few days, do you want to come with me? It doesn’t have to be long, but just let him know you’re still alive. I’m so tired of hearing him go on and on about how you haven’t said anything to him in two weeks.”

I let out a light laugh.

“That sounds fine. I’m just worried about the whole ‘coughing up a garden’ thing.”

“If you need to, just run out of the room. I’ll come up with some sort of excuse for you.”

I laughed, thinking about the fact that Felix was no good with excuses.

“And if it is okay with you, maybe I can stay here with you. Just to make sure you’re okay. But that’s only if its okay with you.” He had his hands up in a defensive position, like he was trying to stop someone from coming at him.

“That sounds fine with me. It’ll be nice to has some company around here.” I smiled at him.

We sat in a comfortable silence for a few minutes, enjoying the moment we both had together right now.

“(Y/N)?”

“Yeah, Felix?”

“I don’t want to be a downer, but … I’m really going to miss you.”

I could feel my chest tighten again, but not from the petals.

From sadness.

I thought that within a span of a months, I would never seen Felix again. Or any of my friends.

I would never see Chan ever again.

Two days passed by quickly, Felix staying at my place, helping when my coughing got to a point where I couldn’t handle it. I was dreading arriving at the company, dreading seeing his face again. I contemplated backing out, but there was no way in hell Felix would let me get away with that. I had to suck it up and deal with whatever was bound to happen the second I stepped foot into the practice room. The whole ride there my knee was bouncing wildly and couldn’t help myself but to bite my nails. I jumped slightly when I felt Felix place a hand on my knee.

“You’re shaking the whole car; you know that right?”

“I’m sorry,” I brought my hand down as I answered his question. “I’m just nervous.”

“I can understand that, but please I can’t take the shaking anymore.”

I laughed at him slightly, apologizing under my breath.

“Do you want to talk about it, or do you want to talk about something different? I can’t handle how quiet you’re being.”

“What else could there be to talk about? I’m literally dying, Lix; that’s a pretty hard topic to not talk about.”

He took a deep breath in before stating harshly, “You know, you don’t have to be so harsh about it, I was just trying to fill the silence.”

I immediately felt guilty and could feel tears rising in my eyes. I turned a little towards to window and closed my eyes, silently begging my tears not to fall.

“(Y/N), you alright?”

“I’m such a shitty friend to you, why are you even putting up with me?” I questioned him shakily.

“You are NOT a bad friend. You’re literally choking on flower petals, for Christ sake, you’re 100% allowed to be upset. If anything, I need to stop giving you snippy remarks. I’m just having a hard time coming to terms with everything. You of everyone don’t deserve this. You should be living a long, happy life, not having to put up with this.” I could hear him getting slightly choked up from his own words. “I’m really sorry, (Y/N), I understand that you have already made up your mind, but I’m not going to stop begging you to change it.”

“Felix, please don’t cry. I can’t handle that.” I turned more towards him and placed a hand on his knee. “Plus, you’re driving and I really don’t want to die in a car accident after dealing with this for so long.”

He laughed and wiped some tears from his eyes. He looked towards me for a second and gave me a stunning smile that made the one on my face grow.

“Promise me this will be the last time we talk about this.” I asked, raising my pinky towards him.

He looked down at it, visibly looking like he was in anguish. He coughed slightly before intertwining his pinky with mine.

“Yeah, I promise.”

“Good, now let’s get this thing done and over with.”

“I hope you know how happy he is going to be to see you. He’s going be so surprised; I can’t wait to see the look on his face.”

I looked towards him, slightly confused. “He knows I’m coming, right?”

He shook his head overdramatically. “Nope,” He said, popping the ‘P’. “Not a soul knows you’re coming.”

“Felix!” I snapped. “I don’t want to just drop in on your practice! That’s so rude!”

He looked at me like I had grown another eye. “(Y/N), you know for a fact that nobody is even going to bat an eye because you’re there. If anything, it’s more comfortable when you’re there. You’re the only one who isn’t afraid to tell us how if is when we mess up.”

“I don’t know, Felix. I think I would have rather him know I was coming than to surprise him after not saying a word to him for almost 3 weeks now.”

“He’s definitely going to be upset, but he’s Chan and you’re (Y/N). He’s never mad at you for long.”

I slouched in the seat and looked ahead, ignoring the fact that as much as I hated it, I knew he was right. Chan and I were never in a rough spot long. One of us would fold not very long afterwards and apologize, all because we couldn’t go long without being in each other’s company.

“Trust me, as upset as he’ll be, he’s going to be absolutely over the moon to see you.”

“I sure hope so.”

I could feel my heart racing as we walked towards where the door that would lead us straight to the boys.

Straight to Chan.

I stood behind Felix as we finally approached the door, him pushing it open with me trailing slowly behind him.

“Hey guys, sorry I’m late. Had to pick up a friend really quick.” Felix said, moving over slightly to show my figure. Hyunjin and Changbin were both laying out on the floor parallel with each other, while Jeongin’s head was resting on Hyunjin’s thigh. Seungmin and Han were taking selfies in the mirror, and Minho was scrolling through something on his phone. Almost like Chan was, expect for Chan was tucked in the corner of the room, tapping at something on his phone until he brought it up to his ear. That was when I felt the vibration start in my pocket.

“(Y/N)!” Hyunjin and Han said, almost in sync with each other, but I didn’t look at them. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of the boy who spun around so fast, I thought he was going to fall over. I must have pressed the ‘cancel’ button on his phone, because I felt the vibrating in my pocket stop as he rushed over to me and squeezed me into a tight hug.

“What the hell is wrong with you?! You can’t just go all AWOL on me like that.” He mumbled to me as he pushed me away from his body. “Why haven’t you called me back or answered my messages?”

He wanted me to answer his question, but all I could think of was his warm hands on my arm and waist, and the way his eyes were looking down on me. I could already feel my chest starting to get full, like I had just drank the hottest coffee on the planet. I went to answer his question, but I couldn’t get the words out.

I heard a rough cough from behind me and turned to see Felix standing with his closed fist to his mouth. When he finally looked up from the ground, he looked at me and then at Chan, almost signaling me to say something. I turned back around to look at Chan and smiled slightly.

“I’m sorry, I just haven’t been very well and didn’t want to worry you.”

I didn’t technically lie, did I?

“Well, you did anyways. I thought I did something to make you upset with me.”

“I’m sorry, Chan,” I lifted my arm to place my hand on his shoulder. “I really am. I just know you worry all the time about me and I don’t want you to.”

“It’s alright, I guess. I’m just a little upset.” He looked behind me at Felix. “But why were you with Felix if you were feeling well?”

I felt nervous suddenly, knowing that finding a quick excuse would all be on me.

“He wasn’t with me the whole time; I just called him this morning and asked him to pick me up so I could surprise you.”

That seemed to do the trick, as Chan smiled and nodded his head slightly.

“Alright. But have you been feeling better?”

“Somewhat.” I turned to look at Felix who looked almost as uncomfortable as I did.

Chan walked back over to the rest of the boys, getting the few on the ground up and ready to practice. I turned to look at Felix, whose face was almost as red as mine was.

“You good?” I asked him.

“Yeah,” he whispered. “Just nervous he wasn’t going to except that excuse.”

“Same here.”

“Just stick by me and you’ll be okay.” He said, placing a hand on my shoulder and bringing me into a side hug. I wrapped my arm around his waist and felt how he ran his hand up and down my arm. When I went to turn to go sit on one of the small black couches, I noticed both Chan and Han looking in mine and Felix’s direction with odd looks on their faces. I ignored it and sat down on my phone, listening as they started their practice and danced their hearts out. I had seen Chan dance so may times, but each time seems like it gets better. He moves with no effort, yet seems like he puts all his energy into it. I could see him meet my eyes in the mirror every once in a while, flashing me a smile that would have brought me to my knees had I not been sitting down. I smiled back at him, trying to mask the discomfort I felt as my chest began to heat up and tighten. I swallowed as best as I could, attempting to keep it down as long as possible.

After the practice ended, everybody laid themselves out on the ground, all except for Chan and Felix. Felix was making his way over to me, but Chan was just a bit faster. He practically threw himself on top of me, forcing me to lay across the couch. I freaked out, trying my best to get him off as me, as I knew if physical contact lasted too long, I would get sick again.

“Chan, get off of me! You’re too sweaty!” I tried my best to make an excuse to get him to move, but he didn’t flinch. If anything, he out his full body weight on top of me, burying his face as deep as he could in my neck.

“But whyyyyyy,” he complained. “You’re so comfy!”

I began to get warm, a little too warm, and the urge to gag became almost overwhelming.

“Chan, move!” I all but yelled, and used my entire body to throw myself up and knock him onto the floor beside me.

As bad as I felt, I couldn’t help but stand up as quickly as I could and run out of the door, running around like crazy trying to find a bathroom. My hearing was echoed and my eyes saw tunnel vision as I ran around, tears tearing up from how hard I was holding back. Once I finally found a bathroom, I ran into the largest stall and slammed the door shut, ensuring I locked it unlike I did the first time around at my home with Felix. I began to hurl into the toilet, watching as nothing but whole flowers began to come out of my mouth, and I practically doing the best I could to wrap my arms around it like it was my saving grace. Well, looks like this is progressing a lot faster than I had anticipated it would. After a couple of minutes, I felt better and slumped back against the wall, tearing pouring out of my eyes as I sobbed into my hands. I’m not quite sure how long passed after that when I heard the door to the bathroom open.

“(Y/N)? Are you in here?” An Australian accent said.

As hard as I tried to hold back, I couldn’t help but release another sob from my mouth.

“(Y/N), are you alright? What happened?” Chan asked from the other side of the stall door.

“Get Felix, please.” I replied in a monotone voice.

“What? (Y/N), let me in so I can he-“

“Get Felix, Chan.” I demanded.

“Plea-“ He tried one more time.

“Now, Chan.”

I could practically feel the energy drain from him as he turned around and left the bathroom. I kept my legs spread in front of me as I buried the fats of my palms into my eyes and cried just a little bit more. It wasn’t long until I heard foot steps running down the hall, and Felix’s voice booming through the bathroom.

“(Y/N)? Are you okay? Where are you?”

I reached up as best as I could to unlock the stall door, letting it swing open to reveal me to him. He looked down on me with a sad look on his face.

“Oh, don’t pity me.”

“I don’t pity you, lovely. I just hate seeing you like this.” He knelt down besides me, placing a hand on my knee. I looked him in his eyes and could see how upset he was.

“I want to go home, Felix.”

“Okay. Whatever you want.”

He helped me up from the ground and held my hand as we walked back out to where he was parked.

“Don’t you have to say bye to the boys?”

He opened the door for me, allowing me to get in and closing the door. He walked to the other side of the car and got in before answering my question.

“I’ll just call them and let them know we left.”

He called one of the boys and waited until they answered the phone.

“Hey, Felix. Where did you guys go?” Han questioned.

“(Y/N)’s not feeling well, I’m going to take her back home and make sure she’s alright.”

“Does she want me to come over and take care of her?” Chan yelled from the background.

“Why do you always put me on speakerphone, Han? And no, she’ll be just fine with me.” Felix practically snapped back through the phone. “I just wanted to tell you we left. I’ll see you guys in a few days.”

I hung up the phone and threw himself back into his seat. He looked and me and I looked at him. We sat in silence for a few moments, the only sound was of Felix clearing his throat a few times.

“This was a bad idea. I’m so, so sorry.” He spoke.

“No, Felix. This isn’t your fault whatsoever. Please don’t be sorry. I should have known this wasn’t going to end well.” I looked down.

“Hey.” His hand landed on the back of my head. “Want to go get some lunch?” He tried, hoping to cheer me up.

I smiled as him, happy to know that I had somebody on my side.

“Please.”

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We ended up at the burger place that Chan and I used to frequent. I felt bad knowing I was coming here with someone else, but if I wanted a burger, I was going to have a burger. But, I felt bad after Felix said his tasted funny and barely ate any of his food. I apologized by getting us milkshake, and couldn’t help myself but laugh when Felix ended up with a whipped cream moustache. I was so incredible happy to have a friend like Felix, who genuinely only wanted the best for me. But couldn’t help but feel bad about the choice I was making, because I know if the tables were turned, I would do anything to keep him around as long as I could.

After we finished lunch, we made our way back to my place. The ride there was silent, but a comfortable silence. One where we really didn’t need words in order to make the atmosphere feel like a safe space. Once we arrived, I opened the door to get out, but Felix stayed put inside. I scrunched my eyebrows, asking him what was wrong and why he wasn’t getting out of the car.

“I’m not feeling all that well all of a sudden, I think that burger got to my stomach. I’m going to go home for the night and I’ll be back tomorrow, okay?” He stumbled over his words; I could tell by the look on his face that he was in some pain.

“Are you sure? My bathroom is closer.”

“No, it’s alright. I promise I’ll be back with you soon.” He said, looking like he was getting impatient with me keeping him.

I sighed but understood. I bid him adieu and sent him on his way, not wanting to keep him in pain much longer. I watched as his car drove away from me and then turned to head into the building, stopping by the lounge area to speak with some of the other occupants that I had grown to know over the past few years. Once everyone decided to head back to their apartments, I made my way into the elevator and pressed the button to my floor. I looked at my phone and saw two text messages from two different people. The first one was from Chan about half an hour ago, a simple:

“Where are you???”

I decided to ignore it for now, planning on texting him back later when I was more in the mood to. The second one though was from Felix, that came in just a few minutes ago.

“I’m sorry.”

I knew he would feel bad about it, but it wasn’t his fault his stomach started to act up. The doors to the elevator opened and I began to type back to him while walking, letting him know to not feel bad at all and I would call him tonight once I got settled in, but right before I hit send, I heard a voice coming from down the hall.

“(Y/N).”

My head snapped up at the husky voice, eyes meeting Chans immediately as he stood about 10 feet away from me.

“What are you doing here?” I stated, not in the mood to deal with him at the moment.

“I came here to know what the hell is going on with you ghosting me. Did I do something wrong?”

I pushed past him to head towards my door, hearing his footsteps behind me. We moved inside and he closed the door, quickly stalking his way over to me where I had plopped on my couch.

“I want to know what is going on and I want to know now.”

“And what if I don’t want to tell you, Chan? What if it isn’t any of your business to know?” I came back, getting irritated at the fact that he started interrogating me.

“You’re my business, (Y/N).” My stomach dropped. “We’re best friends and I love you and I want to know why you’re acting like this. Like I don’t exist to you anymore.”

I ducked my head down and could feel the tears rising in my eyes, not knowing if it was from the emotions I was currently feeling or from the pain in my chest and stomach.

“Chan, please. I don’t want to tell you. I don’t want to tell anyone.”

“Oh, but I bet you told Felix.”

My head snapped back up quickly.

“You keep him out of this, he’s been helping me.”

“I could have helped you, (Y/N)!” He shouted walking away from me while running both hands through his hair and then turning around to look at me again. “That’s what I am trying to say! I have been there for you through EVERYTHING and then to just have you ghost me like this is killing me.” He got quiet towards the end.

“Chan… I promise it isn’t you.” I lied. “I’m just… I’m sorry.”

I finally folded, not able to keep my tears back anymore. I tucked my chin into my chest and started sobbing and could hear Chan’s feet patting against the ground as he came back around to sit next to me and wrapped an arm around my shoulders, pulling me into him. I let myself cry and cry and cry until I couldn’t anymore but still using all of my might to keep what I felt coming up in my throat down. I looked up at him as he started to speak again.

“Please don’t apologize, (Y/N). I shouldn’t have pushed like that. I forget sometimes that you have other friends and that maybe you don’t have to tell me everything. I have secrets that I’ve kept and you do too. I just… you really are my best friend and it’s hard knowing that you and Felix are so close. Because you were my friend first and I’m afraid that I’ll lose you to him someday.” He stopped looking directly at me and looked down at the ground when he said the previous sentence. “Its like jealousy almost. But I need to get it through my head that you are allowed to go to whoever you want when you’re having issues. Please forgive me.”

“There is nothing to forgive, Chan.” I finally jumped in. “This was all my fault. I needed someone when I was going through something and he was just.. there. I promise its nothing against you. I love you Chan. You’re my best friend and I never wanted to hurt you.”

We remained silent after I finished, just the sound of my sniffling and his hand brushing against the fabric of the back of my shirt. After a while when I had calmed down, I felt a lot better than before; no pain in my chest and a full stomach. Chan reached for the remote and flicked on the TV, flipping through channels.

“Well, that was dramatic. Want to just hang out and watch TV?” He asked.

“That would be nice.”

We got comfy on the couch, and it felt like old times. This was the first time in a while that I had felt 100% okay, no pain or feeling like I was going to get sick. We sat together for about 20 minutes before the TV went mute.

“(Y/N), I need to ask you something. It’s killing me.”

I grew both nervous and confused.

“Yeah of course, what’s up?”

“Is there something going on between you and Felix? I’ve been wondering all day and it’s going to kill me.”

I jumped back a little bit in a shock, confused about how he got to that conclusion.

“Oh God, no, Chan. Nothing like that.” I shook my head at him.

He looked a little upset.

“Oh. Alright.” He unpressed the mute button and looked back at the television.

I wasn’t going to let that one go so fast. I grabbed the remote and hit the mute button again and he looked back over at me.

“Where did that question come from? Why do you ask?”

He looked around at everywhere but me and I moved closer to him to grab his face.

“Chan?”

He looked me in the eyes and sighed.

“It’s really not my place to say,”

My heart dropped into my stomach and tears rose to my eyes when he finished his sentence.

“But I thought maybe he finally confessed to you.”

He what?