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baekhvuns · 2 years

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What is this Al Nassr squad??? At this point they should establish their own team, because 😬😬😬😬

France is always full of drama lmao. WHAT AM I HEARING KAKA LOOKALIKE, bestie did you know I used to be a huge Kaka girl when I was in primary school absjsjdbdjhshahshahsjaa. Okay but did Pepe even have hair in his life, he's like Zidane to me, seeing them with hair would be so weird 😭

TWO OTHER PEOPLE SENT ME THAT HARRY SHIT TO ME WHAT'S GOING ON, WE'RE LOSING THE PLOT HERE HENRY

I know Lookass' Chinese stans are obviously protecting him, but most international fans are against him, so... weird move. THIS COMPANY IS SO FUCKING BAD .Btw SM, I have some ☕ to spill from a trusted source 👀

Yunjin supremacy <3333 But?!??!! I'M CHOKING

Yes Eunhyuk the black haired one, he's so 🥰🥰🥰🥰 but Mr Dohwa has redeemed himself he's cute, maybe him and the girl end up as friends, so hopefully no love triangle, but let's be honest... we'll never escape the 🔺️

I'm unfortunately a Draco apologist. I mean I wanna slap that lil bitch, but also he wasn't that bad.

Damiano you're a 99 liner, there's no need to go to the army yet 🔪🔪🔪🔪 the day Ethan cuts his hair though...💀

I'd be the last person to judge you for liking cat boys, so I get it osisoduejwhwiwjs

Hwa on a dance show as a judge, yes, but meanwhile some people don't even consider him to be in the dance line so 💀💀💀💀

I think snakes are cool looking, I have snakes tattooed on me, but I'd never own one! Spiders especially the big ass hairy ones though?! I'M MOVING TO A DIFFERENT PLANET NO THX

I'll die on my Tasir hill, idc, he realised he loved Latil and since she chose him as her main consort this can't end like this I REFUSE!!!! The story is probably fair from over though. Latil doesn't really care for her other baby and the baby father, so I'm not sure if the second time will be any different 😭😅

Krystal's solo DO NOT EVEN

Ravi??? 😬 if it's true then he's done for

God I'm obsessed with him. Anyways let me pass the fuck out real quick

But he's so fucking cute?!?! totally the blushing man in a manhwa/anime vibes, kicking his feet, twirling his hair etc

Shakira's diss track?! - DV 💖

hellooo!!

What is this Al Nassr squad??? At this point they should establish their own team, because 😬😬😬😬 //// France is always full of drama lmao. WHAT AM I HEARING KAKA LOOKALIKE, bestie did you know I used to be a huge Kaka girl when I was in primary school absjsjdbdjhshahshahsjaa. Okay but did Pepe even have hair in his life, he's like Zidane to me, seeing them with hair would be so weird 😭

ex-real madrid fc im into this actually,, france is so dramatic, from witchcraft to zidane slander 🔫🔫 KAKA LOOKALIKE BFWMBDKW BRO GOT A RED CARD AT HIS DEBUT W CHELSEA 😭😭 KAKA SON omg really??? bestie u were stanning the prettiest men i SWEAR & now ronaldinho’s son??? if he’s at the wc 2026 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨 that’ll be a game to watch omg, the magicians son on the field 🤌🏻 and barca madrid for supercopa again????

no bc pepe suits hair,, zidane tho i think he looks better w none <3 but zidane’s wife??? 🤲🏻

Well, well, well Baek that's karma lmao. But I hope your knuckle is fine. An iron. Fell. 😭 My hair is indeed too long right now, gotta cut it actually. Can it be a braid instead? Not a fan of ponytails on myself 😅 //// TWO OTHER PEOPLE SENT ME THAT HARRY SHIT TO ME WHAT'S GOING ON, WE'RE LOSING THE PLOT HERE HENRY

LMFAOOOO HOW THE TURNT HAVE TABLES it is very fine just that internal redness <3 it looks nice tbh but its fading fbsbdhc YEAH. YEAAAAAHHH fun times i tell u <333 IM SORRY BUT QUIRKY YN ONLY GETS TO HAVE PONYTAILS tho ur bad boy only good to u can braid it for u 🥰🥰,,, NO BECAUSE WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON 😭😭😭😭 WE LOST THE PLOT BEFORE THE BOOK CAME OUT, “we want privacy!” “here’s my dic-“ HARRY HAROLD NO 🔫🔫 i cant escape them theyre eveyrwhere but i agree w this

Ooooh if they had a daughter she'd experience so much misogyny 🤡 but hopefully she wouldn't be out there proving Fr**d was right like Harry 🔪 but honestly I'm not sure, obviously things would be a bit different, but I don't think anything major //// I know Lookass' Chinese stans are obviously protecting him, but most international fans are against him, so... weird move. THIS COMPANY IS SO FUCKING BAD .Btw SM, I have some ☕ to spill from a trusted source 👀 //// Yunjin supremacy <3333 But?!??!! I'M CHOKING

oH UR ABSOLUTELY RIGHT,,, tbh i think, hot take, ive heard charles and dianna rly wanted a girl as their second child and were disappointed it was a boy and how their marriage began to collapse from the small threads it was hung by,,, hot take but id think maybe their marriage would’ve worked 🤚🏻 MAYBE 🤚🏻 i believe the daughter would have brought at least some stability <3 i think it would’ve been a situation of siblings like charles and anne, the nicer siblings and not heir spare drama 🤚🏻 but then again charles only liked one person, so i guess it wouldn’t make a difference 😭😭

THIS COMPANY IS SO MAD THEYRE TRYING TO GET A WRESTLING BID UNDER THEM????? FOR WHAT??? TO PUT WHO AGAINST WHO???? the nct thing???? are they mad??? IN THE SAME HOTEL???? NO??? sm always setting their artists up i swear i think they’ve done this w exo before until it got out of hand,,, have they not learnt what the hell?? ok but imagine picking up a pizza delivery from ur door and u see yangyang at the end of the hallway dancing

omg please do tell, my ears are open 👀

YUNJIN SUPREMACY??? YUNJIN IS MY MONARCHY! WAIT NO WAY FHWKHDWK id actually go to their concerts 🤚🏻

HE’S SO

we will never escape the love triangle and u know the miscommunication trope is also coming bc someone’s going to do something that someone will see at the wRONG TIME I CAN ALREADY SEE THE ANGER

I'm unfortunately a Draco apologist. I mean I wanna slap that lil bitch, but also he wasn't that bad. //// Damiano you're a 99 liner, there's no need to go to the army yet 🔪🔪🔪🔪 the day Ethan cuts his hair though...💀

he really wasn’t 😭😭 it was quite sad to see him go thru, and i made a mistake to see this and i don’t think i have wanted a redemption arc for draco so bad ,,,, the way he’s a 99 liner surprises me bc ive always thought he’s at least 27+ 😭😭😭 OH THE DAY HE CUTS HIS HAIR?????? I APOLOGIZE FOR THE PERSON I WILL BECOME

I'd be the last person to judge you for liking cat boys, so I get it osisoduejwhwiwjs //// Hwa on a dance show as a judge, yes, but meanwhile some people don't even consider him to be in the dance line so 💀💀💀💀

LMFAOOOO FBANBDWNHDKAHDKS i am actually obsessed liking a furry, i never knew id join ur group 😔 but to add to that list, brendan fraser in the mummy 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 not consider him in the dance line???? what does he put a whole performance for ?? tbh all of them are dancers, it’s their best, strong suit is their dancing and if not for that maybe they wouldn’t have made it,, so it’s so weird that people don’t think of every one of them as dancers! ANON RHAKDJWK CORSET HWA

I think snakes are cool looking, I have snakes tattooed on me, but I'd never own one! Spiders especially the big ass hairy ones though?! I'M MOVING TO A DIFFERENT PLANET NO THX

U DO?????? anon u surprise me every time, how big are they??? do u have a name for them, or is just lefty righty 😭😭 STOPPPP THE HAIRY ONES AND THOSE DIFF COLOURED ONES IM SHIVER ME TIMBERS ID PASS OUT U WONT SEE ME UNTIL NEXT TIME,, i once saw one crawl up someone’s leg, i disliked them so i never told them abt it <3

tbh why’s the story not even finished 😭😭 is this becoming a new true beauty or i love yoo again 😭🤚🏻 SEE TASIR IM SO GLAD THEY LIKE EACH OTHER BUT I WILL FORVER WAIT FOR SONNAUGHTS REDEMPTION I WILL NEVER LOSE HOPE ON HIM, MAYBE MY HOPE DIMS BUT IT WONT BLOW 🤚🏻 latil in her toxic era

Krystal's solo DO NOT EVEN /// Ravi??? 😬 if it's true then he's done for

brings back pstd,,,, krystal w her dark energy would’ve embodied the concepts,, the witchy red light type of mv too >>> yEAAAAAAH ravi’s,, i think theres some timeline mishaps 😭😭 and ppl are bringing taemin into this

God I'm obsessed with him. Anyways let me pass the fuck out real quick //// But he's so fucking cute?!?! totally the blushing man in a manhwa/anime vibes, kicking his feet, twirling his hair etc //// Shakira's diss track?! - DV 💖

this is seonghwa cullen, oh my god sTOP ONE MINUTE HES A VAMPIRE THE OTHER HE LOOKS LIKE A FANTASY KING,, this??? this is that bad boy hwa u wanted anon, he is alive and he’s KILLING ME TBEMBDMD & this guy here,,, he’s giving phoenix

HE IS SO CUTE

shakira distrack and pique’s at his shitty behaviour again

and?? 😭😭😭😭 the song is actually rly good! reminds me a bit of teach me out to dougie x justin timberlake tbh dbdbdns

#✉️ : ask #dv 💖 anon

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stephspurs · 3 years

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A Family Affair | Euro 2020 Football Fanfiction - BONUS MOMENTS

PSA: To all new readers, you don't have to read the series (link below) to understand this, however it would help so that you can understand the preconceived emotions behind the chapter!

The Proposal | la proposta

warnings; none word count; 1703 writing tools; third person until dashed line, first person thereafter. link to fic masterlist here

13th July 2024, Germany

Amelia and Ben had found themselves experiencing a slight bit of deja vu. The night before the final match of the UEFA European Championship, Amelia was sat in her hotel suite, finalising her preparations for the following evening. A rematch between the Three Lions and The Azzurri. Who would have thought that three years after the last final, the same two teams (give or take a few players) would be in the exact same position.

The difference this time, Amelia had more to think about than just her brother’s feelings. Her relationship with Ben had grown throughout the 3 years that they had been officially together. Countless family holidays shared together, and with each other's respective families had since become a thing of the past as they had successfully managed to merge both the White’s and the Chilwell’s together to create one big happy family. Ben had asked Amelia to move in with him only a year into their relationship, and although outsiders might think it was fast the couple could only disagree with them. They took each stage of their relationship as it came and when it came, just the two of them how it should be.

6 months after moving in together they had adopted a dog together from the local animal rescue centre, a black Labrador called Maverick who was bi-lingual and responded to both English and Italian, much to Ben’s dismay. Amelia began teaching both of her boys (Mav & Benj) simple words in the language of love and Ben had a harder time retaining it than the pup. Nevertheless, he loved hearing Amelia’s voice when she spoke to him in Italian and it was something he hoped he could hear every day for the rest of his life.

Amelia had continued her role at Chelsea FC as a tactical analyst for the first team, and Chelsea had honored their promise to the girl to allow her to work in depth with the academy talent which is something she found very rewarding and the part she loved most about her job. Of course she loved being around her friends and helping them achieve their dreams but there was something about fostering youth talent that made Amelia really proud to be in the position that she was, to help these young kids from all walks of life make it in the big scary world of professional football. The smile on their faces when they get a call up to an older division, the tears shed by their parents as they wave them off to go and live with their host family nearby Cobham facility, the same eyes that leak a whole different set of tears as they sign their first professional contract with the club - it makes it all worth it.

Something that was eerily similar to the last time Amelia was sat in her hotel room the night before the European Championship Final is that she was, once again, the tactical analyst for the Italian National Team. This time, however, there was no knock on her door with Federico Bernardeschi on the other side waiting to bring her to the English National Team’s base so she could have it out with her brother and Kyle Walker. Thankfully, her relationships with all of the England team had remained intact but that was largely due to another no-contact ban being enforced between her and the Three Lions. This meant that she hadn’t had a chance to talk to any of her friends, let alone her boyfriend Ben, in three weeks. It was painful for both parties, but necessary to ensure that there was no untowards activity or information being shared.

When Amelia was first offered the job she had sat on it for days before making a decision to rejoin the national team. Ben had actually been the one to push her to accept it, it was only something that would make her life better and he didn’t want her to miss out on any opportunity that came her way - even if it meant that the two of them had to be apart both physically and digitally for 3 weeks. That was the thing that held Amelia back from accepting the position on the spot, she would miss the person that became her right hand man. But Ben’s encouragement made the last few weeks easier, and also made Amelia realise just how ready she was to give herself to him...officially.

Marriage had been something that they had both discussed prior as a natural conversation between two people in a relationship that they could see was obviously heading in that direction already, so it was something that was always in Amelia’s mind. She had found herself at florists buying flowers for their dining room table and absent-mindedly thinking about the perfect wedding flowers for her bridal bouquet. However much to Amelia’s dismay, Ben was yet to ask her the most important question of her life and these three weeks apart have made her more desperate than ever to become Mrs Chilwell.

14th July 2024, Signal Iduna Park, Dortmund Germany

A torturous 90-minute match of football later and the Azzurri had done it, back-to-back UEFA European Champions. The only goal of the match coming from her midfield-maestro Jorgi, which was the direct result of a misplay from Declan Rice meaning the ball fell at the feet of Jorginho as he was directly in front of the goal, Jordan Pickford was no match for the beautifully crafted strike which isn’t anything towards Pickford, no keeper was stopping that ball from going in - it was just that good.

This time however, she was the one being consoled by her brother. The pressure of the situation getting on top of her, 3 weeks of no contact with Ben & seeing him for the first time out on this pitch but not being able to kiss him was getting to her, the knowledge that she was again partly to blame for their heartache. Her brother had seen the look in Amelia’s eyes when the whistle blew and the entire bench of the Italian team ran onto the pitch to congratulate the players, she had remained behind. Wrapping his arms around his little sister as she sobbed into his jersey because she was too empathetic for her own good was not how he predicted the outcome of the evening at all, but he was glad he was there for her. Pulling away from her, he tidied up her face and sent her on her way out to the pitch to wrap her Italian friends up in the hugs that they so well deserved, fully aware of the events to follow the wrap up awards ceremony that same night.

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I found myself standing in the centre circle at the Borussia Dortmund home ground, with an Italian flag wrapped around my shoulders and confetti all over the floor at my feet. Looking around at the fans who had stayed behind so they could meet their idols, I could not believe my luck in this world.

“I hope you’re not considering a job out here in Dortmund, Mils? I possibly couldn’t be away from you any longer” Ben spoke from behind me, pulling me out of my trance. I whipped my body around at lightning speed and launched myself at my boyfriend, my soul mate.

“Ben” I whispered into his ear as he lifted me from the ground, feet dangling at his mid shin and my arms wrapped around his shoulders so tightly as if to convey all of the hugs we had missed out over the last few weeks apart.

“Mils, I’ve missed you so much.” He said back to me, expressing the exact same sentiments as I possessed. He put me back on the floor and began to push me away from him, in my desperate attempt at a longer hug I wrapped my arms around his torso and pulled myself back in.

“No Mils, I need to see your face as I do this.” He laughed, pushing me off him again and taking a step back from me.

“Benj, what are you doing?” I questioned him, not really believing my own thoughts as to what was about to happen.

“Amelia, my brilliant Amelia. The past three weeks have done nothing but made me realise I never want to spend a day without you again. There are many ways to be happy in life, but all I need is you. You are my sunshine, you make me unbelievably happy, you make my good days great and my hard day's worth it just to see your smile in our kitchen at the end of it. Your brain is the most beautiful thing I have ever had the pleasure of knowing, and I hope our future daughter turns out exactly like you so that I have another you to love.”

Ben had descended to one knee as I stood before him, both hands raised to my face to cover my shocked by bright smile and both eyes stuck directly on his own. I hadn’t noticed the crowd of our closest people begin to gather around us to watch the show.

“So in front of God…” Ben nodded his head slightly, I turned my head to see he was referring to Paolo Maldini and shook my head with a little giggle which was copied by everyone else around us.

“...our family and closest friends I want to ask you the question that I know you’ve been patiently waiting for - will you marry me?” Ben pulled out the most perfect ring from a box that I hadn’t even noticed in his hands.

Dropping myself so that I was crouched and on both knees in front of him, I grabbed his face with both of my own hands and pressed the firmest kiss to his lips. My tears ran down my face and probably all over his, he kissed me back. They say a picture says a thousand words, and while I hoped that at least one of our friends had managed to snap a few of this moment, my kiss said only one word...Yes.

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defensefilms · 3 years

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European Super League Is Everything You Hate About Modern Sports

“A wolf should be beaten first, so that the other wolves will smell it’s blood and know what might happen to them and so never come again”- The Heart Gently Weeps by Wu-Tang

I don’t talk about soccer/football much on this blog. I mostly save that for Flex Files TV and this is a topic we’ve talked about on our Youtube channel.

On Saturday the 17th of April, a news story broke that the top teams in European football were planning to break away and start their own competition to replace the annually contested UEFA Champion’s League.

They essentially want to eliminate the little guy. They are essentially trying to monopolize the sport and divide the pie amongst only the elite teams in European football.

The teams named as co-conspirators in this treason are AC Milan, Inter Milan, Juventus FC, FC Barcelona, Real Madrid, Atletico Madrid, Manchester United, Manchester City, Liverpool FC, Arsenal FC, Chelsea FC and Tottenham Hotspur.

What do I believe should be done?

First and foremost, there must be punishment. Severe punishment.

I want FIFA, UEFA and all the world’s top football associations to collaborate and crush this act of greed, insolence and rebellion. I want them to do what parents used to do back in the day. Which is just lay in the cut and wait until you watching tv or sleeping, and then proceed to hand out beat downs.

A three year transfer ban for all the teams involved would do the trick. A lot of the teams named have ageing squads so forcing them to sit three seasons with the same players, would teach them a lesson and restore the balance of power in each of the various leagues they play in.

Then you need to limit their exposure by giving them live television broadcast times that are out of left field. Want to watch Real Madrid live in the three next years? Prepare to stay up until 1AM at the earliest.

Another way is to start opening the avenues for players to do business ventures independently of the clubs that they play for. This would change the business landscape but would hurt the big clubs the most, especially at the beginning. You’d also likely have to talk to jersey manufacturers like Nike and Adidas to implement it well but all you’d be doing is creating a revenue stream that the clubs won’t be allowed to share in.

If you think about it, corona virus is a perfect excuse to hit the big teams live game attendance as well. Big teams draw bigger crowds don’t they? Shouldn’t there be heavier restrictions on them because of this? Start limiting how many fans the likes of Liverpool and City can have in their venues. Only you allow the smaller clubs to sell more tickets to the same fans. So the likes of Leicester City, Napoli FC, Valencia can sell more tickets because they don’t have the same capacity but they’re selling to more fans than they would otherwise.

You get the drift. Start hitting them where it hurts. Start taking away the things that allowed them to become the major conglomerates they’ve become.

Heads have got to roll, gentleman. Preferably roll on to the end of a pike that should be placed at the entrance of every football venue, for fans in attendance to throw rotting vegetables at.

I grew up with this sport. The idea that some owners in suits and ties, living in the ivory towers somewhere, think that they have the right to alter and change this game because they can and because their greedy enough to do it, is a low-down, dirty, filthy, shame.

What should be happening is a mob-justice, French Revolution style ting but the veneer of civility, modernity and money, allow people to get away with things.

Let me address Manchester United, before I jet.

I’ve rooted for this team since I was 13 and you know, this team hasn’t given me much to celebrate lately. We were once a symbol of excellence. We were once the standard bearers of the entire sport. We were once the most revered football culture in the world.

Now look at us.

Docile. Greedy. Incompetent. Scheming, Backstabbing. Manipulative.

We once stood front and center of the sport. The one team you could always trust to raise the bar in a big game.

Now we’re defined by boardroom meetings where guys with bald spots try to influence and bend an entire sport to their will, and our ownership is right there trying to do the same thing.

The Glazer family are the worst thing that ever happened to Man United. Their influence is the single biggest thing behind Manchester United becoming the annual, season-long comedy show we’ve turned in to. I wasn’t surprised at all that we were involved. Our ownership are not high integrity people and it shows in how they run the football club.

Make no mistake the Glazers are the failsons of football ownership. The team they inherited (they bought the club in the 00′s) was in such a great place as far as on-field results and they have completely wasted it away. One dumb executive decision and coaching hire after another.

See anyone can buy a football club. Believe it or not, there is no shortage of people who would be willing to take on the financial risk of a team like Man United, especially when you look at how commercially viable the team already is and how many revenue streams they have built over the last three decades.

Billionaires have pulled off the trick of making you think they are special. They’re not.

This is what this once-great sporting institution has devolved into. An abomination/golem slowly devouring itself and now clutching at everything else around it, including the league that helped make them the television draw that they are and the money they’ve made along with it.

Former Manchester United right-back and now Sky Sports pundit/presenter, Gary Neville, had a heartfelt speech live on-air on Saturday afternoon that definitely put my feelings across.

Football fans feel betrayed by this and we have every right to feel that way.

#football #treason #super league #european super league #the end of football #disgusted #soccer #esl #manchester united #man united #gary neville #sky sports

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standbyu-03 · 3 years

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Love at first sight

Pairing : Mason Mount x reader

Summary : Y/N is an exchange student who have a crush on Mason Mount. You’re the lucky one who allow to get in to see them practice. In Stamford Bridge y/n and Mason fell in love with each other at first sight.

Warning : Nothing. Just fluff

Word count : 1.5k

A/N : Hi, It’s my first post. English isn’t my first language so if I make a typo or some mistakes, feel free to correct me. Love you all ! Hope you enjoy this.

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Gif is mine

It’s Saturday afternoon, after finishing your work at university, y/n and y/n’s friends came to Stamford Bridge to watch Chelsea FC rehearsal. It's lucky for y/n because only the lucky ones get in to watch them practice.

“What a lovely day !” –You said. It was a cozy and warm day with a little bit of sun light. Perfect for an exciting trip to where you have dreamed for your whole life – Stamford Bridge.

When you first step into the stadium, the first emotion is excitement and overwhelmed by the scene . It's as big, epic, and awesome as you always think. Sitting at the bleachers eating snack and just realize the Chelsea team already done their practice for a while. You saw Mason Mount – your favourite football player. The good-looking guy, or to be correct it’s gorgeous man with dark brown eyes and beautiful smile. Oh and the way he ran, the way he smiled, everything about him made you get butterflies. You and your friends sat on the third row, close enough to see the whole team. Suddenly Mason looked up and made an eyes contact with you, and he smiled. Of course y/n smiled back immediately.

Oh my god. Mason Mount – my dream boy is just made an eyes contact with me. Wow, it’s incredible !

He keep training, sometimes talked with his teammates, and he looked at you again. You felt your cheek get hotter and hotter.Touching your cheek you know what was going on : You already blushed.

Silly me. Just look at him and you couldn’t make yourself conscious.

He and y/n continued to look at each other until he got close the bleachers, called you down to talk, you was surprised "You called me ?”

“Yes, can you come down here so I can tell you something”

With the giggles of your friends, you went down the stairs, got closer to him.

Every steps you took you felt your heart beated faster and faster.

What I would tell him when I reach to his side. Hi ? Hello ? Hi mate ? Oh it’s so damn hard.

Y/n said akwardly: “Hi, is there something wrong?” – I picked something nice to say. Congratulation to myself.

He said: “ Yes beauty. Just you, being here makes it impossible for me to concentrate on training. Can you go somewhere for a while? I'll see you later".He winked

There are many thoughts running in y/n’s head right now, y/n was so happy, excited, and worried at the same time. For a moment you didn't believe this was real.

You smiled and said, "I, I met Mason Mount, are you kidding? Wow, did you tell that to all the girls ?” You said with a smirk

“Of course not beauty, just you” he said with certainly.

“How do I know you’re telling the truth ?” she said

“Give me your phone” he said

You immediately took out your phone, handed it out, and he said to unlock it for him

You did it right away.

Don’t judge me. I’m not the type of girls usually give a stranger my phone number but he’s Mason Mount so yeah, why not ?

He opened the Phone app, entered the phone number, saved himself as Mason Mount with a little heart.

What a lovely guy !!!

He said, "Now you can believe it. Right ?

Before you could answer, he continued :

“How about we meet at Stanford Coffee Shop at 5pm ? It’s just nearby. I only have to practice about 30 more mins.”

Y’n slightly nod.

“You’re such a cutie, you know that ?”

You speechless. Oh my, did he just flirt with me ?

“Ok, see you soon, beauty” And he walked back to the station with his teammates who laugh and clap at him.

I’m out of words. Mason Mount just flirted with me. And his friends just laugh at both of us.

Then you turned around, waved to your friends, telling them to go. They quickly left their seats and without hesitation asked you repeatedly about what had just happened.

“ Calm down girls. I will tell you all.” You said with wicked smile.

You and your friends walked and talked happily under a reddish sunlighted afternoon

When you came to the the coffee shop , your friends left, winked and said, "Tell us all when you come back."

“Of course , bye, drive save”

Entering the shop, you ordered a croissant and a glass of Caramel Frappuccino - things you always ordered when going to any coffee shop.

You sat and waited for the food, until the food was brought out, you asked the waiter,

" Excuse me, who is Steve ? I’m Mason Mount’s friend, he said that I came here and ask for him”

“He’s our boss, do you have any problem ? Can I help you?”

“Oh no, I just want to talk to him for a minute, can I ?”

The waiter breathed a sigh of relief “Ok.Wait a minute, pls”.

He went behind the counter, called someone, he looked up at me.

That’s probanly Steve – I think.

After a few minutes of talking, Steve took y/n’s drink, led you up to the second floor, through a secret passage, you thught.

He said, “You must be special, because I've never seen Mason bring anyone up here before. You walked after him with a surprise. “Make yourself at home. Excuse me.” He said and left.

After he left , y/n just staying on spot , you were overwhelmed with surprise and joy.

This place is special, it is small, just enough for 2 people, and it’s a “secret place” that made y/n heart beat even faster.

The scenery here is also beautiful, through the small window, y/n could see the green trees fluttering in the wind, the sun was slowly setting because it was quite late, time has passed, but you didn’t notice , because just being here you felt happy and by the way, you loved the view from this spot.

Suddenly you heard a knock on the door, “Can I come in ? " You heard Mason’s voice – the voice u just listened recently but lived in your head rent free.

“Yes, of course” You said with a smile on your face.

He quietly opened the door, went in and smiled at her "Sorry for being late, i just had a weekly physical test. I forgot to tell you ‘bout that. So..i have something to make up for you. I heard Steve said you liked Caramel, right ?”

Y/n nod slightly.

Mason continued “ So… I asked Steve to make you a special drink with Caramel. He told me that this drink included special “secret” ingredients you never found anywhere else.”

You smiled and said, “Sound great. You are so caring. Thank you”

Mason quickly sat on the empty seat and said akwardly. “Sorry, it's already sunset time.

It's too late. I’m so sorry. Can you sit here for a while? I’d love more about you. And can i get you a lift afterward ? Sound good for you ?”

He asked without a pause. Did he nervous?

You answered kindly "Thanks, that’s so sweet. And yes, i’d happy to know more about you too. I have plenty of time.”

Both of you chatted happily as if they had known each other for a long time, he only knew that y/n was an exchange student to England for a few months. You were very happy because not only could you enter Stanford Bridge but also had the good fortune to talk to him. He felt comfortable to told you about his daily life as a football player.

Sit here. Talk to Mason Mount. I haven’t dreamed about this. It’s so crazyyy.

You both sat there together until it’s getting dark outside. Your friends texed to remind u to go back to the dorm. Y/n asked if y/n could get a picture with him and have his signature - which every fan does. He said, “You already have a phone number. What are you afraid of ? That i may not want to see you again ?

Before you couldn’t answered.

He said firmly “I won't take a picture and give you my signature this time ‘cause we will see each other again. Darling you cant get out of me so easily.”

Oh my god did he just “darling” me !!!

You both laughed of loud and Mason continued,

“I'll contact you and we'll see each other again. Not only at this "secret" place, but also I will take you to other awsome places.We can go to see a movie, eat some delicious food, anywhere you want to go.”

“It sounds great.” Y/n said happily.

You and him went to the parking lot, got to Mason’s car, kept tell others story until reaching your dorm.

“Here we are.” – Mason stopped the car, he came out, went to y/n door and opened it for her.

How a gentlemen he is. I can’t wait to know more about him. The more time I spent with him, the more I wanted to know about him, the more I fell in love with this guy.

You and Mason hugged and said goodbye, you both looking forward to the see each other for the next time and felt full of promise to the future.

#mason mount #football #mason mount imagine #mason mount imagines #chealsea #football imagine #english #mason mount one shot #mason mount blurb #my writing: mason mount #chealseafc #fanfic #fanfiction #my writing

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footballxwrites · 4 years

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Ridiculously in love with your writing so giving another one😂

So read reports that Christian pulisic maybe going back to the bundesliga to play for Bayern so maybe you could write one on that where he feels guilty for not having been able to probably make it work in Chelsea. He’s been with his fiance since they were like 12 and she’s a British citizen and an arsenal fan so she was definitely the happiest when they moved to london as because she runs her own company and their main office is in London. Christian feels like a crap fiancé also because now she’ll have to travel up and down every other week like she did when they were in Dortmund, and she’s done and sacrificed so much for him and he couldn’t even make it work so she can be in her hometown for once and also be with her family, plus they’re looking to start a family so this travelling business and not having grandparents around the corner isn’t ideal either. With all this plus not starting games plus family stuff weighing him down, he starts to be distant from her and she obviously notices. She gives him a bit of space at the beginning but then quickly realises that they should talk about it like they always have in their relationship. So she brings it up and he lets out everything and she’s like “ don’t be stupid, I want the best for your career and if that’s in freaking Finland well go there, you’ve had a tough year and not the ideal start to your time at Chelsea ans that’s okay. Everyone has set backs but we need to make a comeback so we’re gonna do what’s best for you and then go from there. Europe is small and London to Munich or wherever it is isn’t too bad at all, plus you know I genuinely like travelling for work. And when the kids come we’ll just figure out a schedule that puts them first and have you seen our parents, they’re gonna be coming and seeing us all the time. It’s fine, we’re gonna be fine, you’re gonna be just fine” and then Christian is just crying by then because how did he get so lucky blah blah blah... can’t wait for this one xxxxxx

Long Distance Love ♡

𝖧𝖺𝗁𝖺 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎! 𝖨 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 (𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗅)...𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗌 𝖨 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝖾 😅𝗑

January 10 2021

Suddenly, you felt him stir slightly, readjusting his arms that were snaked around your body, which made your head shoot up to gaze at him, seeing his eyes fluttering open and a lazy smile creep upon his lips as he leaned into a kiss. His arms were quick to pull your waist against his so your head was flat on his chest, listening to the peaceful sound of his heartbeat, instantly making you feel at home. You little moment was cut short when his phone went off and he rushed out the room with a groan, leaving you annoyed and your heart pounding, having a feeling you knew exactly what the phone call was about, hoping he come back and give you the answer you wanted to hear...

“It’s gone through...the transfer” he sorrily spoke, making your breath hitch in your throat, although knowing it was a high possibility of the move actually happening, a part of you was certain he’d be staying here in central London for at least another year. “Guess you’d better get packing then” you softly laughed, feeling disheartened to say the least, the words of “it’s happening” not being the ones you wanted to fall from his lips, “look can we talk about this properly-“ he began, reaching for your hand as you swiftly dodged his grip and made your way to the bathroom, ready for a complete meltdown about everything, “No I have to get ready for work...while I still have my own business” you trailed off, letting the door close behind you with a slam...

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January 2 2019

"The real question is, how did I get so lucky?" you giggled before he gently pushed the mug of coffee into your hands while leaning in to plant a small kiss on your forehead. Instantly, that warm feeling flew through your body just from the smallest, loving touch he gave you, it never getting old. “Good morning, beautiful." he mumbled against your lips, before wrapping his arms around your neck and resting his head on top of yours, “and a very good morning to you handsome” you smiled, feeling the most relaxed you’ve felt in a while, lifting your gaze to him, love dancing in your eyes as you leaned in to clasp your mouths together.

"Kissing you never gets old," you mutter softly as you both pull away, Christian flashing you a cheeky grin before spotting his luggage packed and ready for the off beside the front door of your new complex, a sigh falling from his lips, “can’t believe I arrived here a week ago and I’m already flying back to Germany” he frowned, pulling a pout. “It’s only six months and it’ll be over before you know it, I’m not going to lie I will miss living over there, especially the weather” you giggled, messing up his perfectly gelled hair to which you got no thanks for, “hands off, this took ages to do” he said, pretending to be serious and grabbing your hand as if to say ‘go on do it again I dare you’. “I’m gonna miss you, the apartment’s gonna seem empty without you here...and it means I have to build all the flat pack furniture from IKEA myself” you huffed, pointing at the hundreds of cardboard boxes filling the spacious room as he laughed, culling your face and running a finger along your cheek, “you’ll be fine, we’ll FaceTime every night and whenever we have a minute spare because you’re gonna be busy as hell now...my super business woman” he winked as you shook your head, still not quite believing you actually own a company, like a whole ass company belonged to you and it was mad to just even picture it.

“Ah shut up, you’re making me blushing Mr Pullisic, now go before you miss that flight of yours” you grinned, going in for one last peck while shoving him out the door with a struggle, feeling like his clingy self wasn’t ever gonna leave, “I love you, see you in half a year” he happily said, grabbing his many cases and walking out, letting the door gently fall closed...

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July 1 2019

The classic iPhone ping went off as an incoming text message lit up your phone screen, instantly opening the pic attachment of him saying ‘en route’ which meant he was on his way and by god you couldn’t wait to just see him in person after all this time. He barely got through the front door before you took a leap, linking your legs around his torso as his hands secured under your thighs to carry your weight. Squeezing him tight, you rested your head in the crook of his neck, enjoying his presence as a laugh escaped his lips, “missed me just a bit?” he stupidly asked, not even bothering to let you answer before smashing his lips on yours for the first time what felt like in forever.

Gently tapping your legs, he slowly placed you feet on the ground and then cupped your face, pulling you in for another long, loving kiss, “so how’s everything been then, and by the way you’ve done a good job decorating this place” he nodded, eyes gazing at all the modern interior, “funny you asked, I managed to open two more branches this week, one in Gateshead up north and the other in Manchester!” you exclaimed letting out a small squeal, not able to control your excitement any longer as his eyes went wide with joy. “I didn’t think you could make me any prouder but I guess I was wrong eh” he gushed, heading over to sort out his cases, “I’m saying the same about you” you laughed as he pulled out a couple man of the match awards along with a jersey signed by all the teammates. “It felt strange to say goodbye to them after all these years...but it’s time for a fresh start, here in London with Chelsea Fc and with you” he whispered, excited for the new chapter in your lives to finally begin.

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The next year could only be described as perfect for the both of you, his career taking off and loving every moment at the club, getting along with everyone in the dressing room and then loving the fans and atmosphere within the stadium, and knowing you were in the stands somewhere cheering on your ‘captain America’ made it all the more special. As for you, your company was doing beyond amazing, going from National to world wide, owning buildings in Dubai, Spain and you’ll never guess where, Germany. Your main branch was of course London, where the company was founded and to which was the office you managed and were based at, meaning you rarely visited the abroad ones but you weren’t complaining, with you being a London gal to be in your home city with your own bloody business was unimaginable, not to mention you were only a 20 mins drive from your family.

Oh yeah and he popped the question about four months into the move on your eight year anniversary which you of course said yes to, already having planned out your dream wedding, the pair of you agreeing to have it here rather than America with work and travel and all that malarkey.

For the first time in ages, it all seemed to be coming together for yous...

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January 10 2021

8 hours later and the two of you hadn’t spoken all day, with him going off to what you assumed was his last training session and proceeding to ignore you and your many questions, you decided to go to work too, trying to get this whole moving countries once again after only one fucking year back home thing off your mind.

“Right that’s it, you’re going to talk to me Christian because you must think I’m a mind reader or something and I can just tell what’s going in in that brain of yours” you said, stumbling through the door and throwing your keys in the side before throwing yourself on the sofa beside your sad looking boyfriend. “I’m sorry” was all he could say, looking down at the ground leaving you with a confused frown on your face, “enough with the apologies, I just want to know what this means, for us” you sighed, placing a hand on his cheek and giving it a small pinch, hoping it’d put a smile on his lips.

“Well I’m definitely leaving Chelsea, guess not everything works out...but it means I’m back off to Germany” he said as you slowly nodded, “you have to do what’s best for your career, ok?” you smiled, running a hand through his hair as he was quick to shake his head, “no I can’t. I don’t wanna leave you, not again. And anyways we’re supposed to be trying for a baby and that’s going to be a challenge if we’re in different countries don’t you think?” he’s spoke with a slight laughter. “I’m not arguing with you Pullisic, go and sign that contract and get yourself away to Germany to revive your job. I’m not saying I’m going to drop everything and move again because I have my work and life, but I can easily fly out and visit, you’re forgetting I have an office over there. As for kids, we’ll get to that part when it comes around...so just take one step at a time and get on the phone to your agent to tell him you’re taking the transfer” you blurted out with a soft smile, knowing exactly what you were saying and that this was just another step in your life, at the end of the day, life isn’t life without it’s challenges along the way...❤️

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If you got this far reading it, I hope you enjoyed it! x

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lindberghtm · 4 years

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* . desirée lindbergh was spotted in the fashion district adorning prada platform chelsea boots , with some airpod pros on . they’re most likely listening to you know i'm no good by amy winehouse . you may know them as @desi or as that aisha potter lookalike . their twenty first birthday just passed . while living in the upper east side , they’ve gained a bit of a reputation . they’re known to be duplicitous but on the other hand reliable . wonder if they’ll be the next person to hit the headlines . ( cis female / she/her + c / 21+ / she/her ) .

hey !!!!!! i was planning on coming thru with a cool intro to establish myself as a ~ cool ~ person , but covid has absolutely ✨ decimated ✨ my social skills so ,,,,,,, this is what im left with . anywho hi i’m c ( short for clown tbfh ) , im 21+ , from the rainy ole’ pnw , & i use she / her pronouns . i was in wealthy like , , , , AGES ago & tbh i’ve been missing it real bad lately so here i am with a brand new bitch , , , , , ms . desi lindbergh 🖤 i just finished reading the girl with the dragon tattoo so you’ll find elements from that novel in my biography like the names , & the general ‘ company comes first ‘ & ‘ no one gets a divorce in this family ’ attitudes . but hennyway here’s a pinterest board , & my discord is 𝐌 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁#1264 ( the best tiktok song imo ) . my bio is rambly but there are stats at the top , personality & wanted connections ( inc . this sideblog w wanted plots ) at the bottom ! xoxo

* . stats .

full name : desirée ‘ desi ’ charlotte lindbergh - montenegro

age : twenty - two

gender : cis female

pronouns : she / her

pob ; current home : london , england ; current residence in tribeca .

family : henrik lindbergh ( 80 , deceased , ceo of lindbergh corporation ) ; miriam montenegro ( 46 , lives in the upper east side & london , supermodel turned vindictive widow ) ; no siblings or pets .

birthday : september 2 , 1998 ; virgo sun , taurus moon , cancer rising .

career : heiress / model / daddy’s credit card swiper .

drinking / drugs / smoking : yes / no / occasionally .

physical : aisha potter fc , dark brown mid - length hair , dark brown eyes , no tattoos , two ear lobe piercings in each ear , 5 ′ 6 ″ .

* . character biography .

1998 : miriam montenegro , an english model coming from a humble background , made it big when she was scouted for runway shows , eventually making her way to being a household name . by the age of twenty five , she’d found love ( or , financial comfort , rather ) with the fifty nine year old henrik lindbergh , a swedish business magnate whose involvement in global industrialization spanned far wider than the european economy . the relationship took the world by surprise , miriam’s friends being far more involved in pop culture than an aged man . while she claims it was love , the world had already made up its mind on her motive — money .

the pair got married six months after they initially became involved , & desi was born a year after . her father , the product of the ‘ silent generation ‘ , was of the impression that children should be seen , not heard , an outdated idea that her mother was comfortable abiding by . desirée , by association , quickly became accustomed to the spotlight , the interest in the uncommon relationship between miriam & henrik only growing after the birth of their sole child . desi grew up a prop , a toy for her mother to dress up in matching outfits & parade on the global stage , before stepping behind closed doors & forgetting about the child entirely . this led to desi being raised almost exclusively by nannies , her mother more interested in savouring the last of her youth & her father too busy with his international duties . originally based in london , the family moved to new york when desirée was starting her schooling to be closer to the hustle & bustle of american life .

2017 : desirée is graduating high school a year early after having been sent to institut auf dem rosenberg , a swiss private school that prides itself on being highly exclusive∫ˆ highly expensive . the name was a selling point for her father , but more importantly she would be safe & out of the way on another continent while her parents bickered ceaselessly . desirée found herself to be nothing special at rosenberg , her identity having been formed on the idea that public exposure equated to popularity ; without the constant public eye while at school , desi found a freedom & lightness she hadn’t before experienced . she could be real , & have real friends , & not be putting on a fake smile to allude an air of comfort . most of all , she could get away from her spiteful mother , who , once desi hit puberty , saw her as a threat to her own beauty , success , & public popularity . being sent to private school was the best thing to happen to desi & her mother’s relationship .

after graduating , desirée moved back to new york city , moving back into the expansive upper east side apartment , & being sure to move into a room on the opposite side of the home from her parents . being thrust back into the spotlight , a ‘ homecoming ‘ of sorts that her mother capitalized on , desi fell into a depression . she feared leaving the house , she feared that people would only want to be her friend in order to access the family’s wealth ( a seed of an idea planted in her father at the age of twelve , when she was told there was to be no dating unless their family’s net worth was over 500 million ) . soon enough , though , desi made the choice to get in contact with her mother’s rival modeling agency , inquiring about the possibility about modeling . they , of course , welcomed the legacy with open arms ; her mother , however , decided that this deceipt would not be tolerated under her roof , & kicked desi out as soon as she’d heard . desi called her father crying , explaining the situation over the phone , who immediately created a separate bank account of her own for desi , secretly hidden away in an overseas bank to avoid her mother finding out . the account held far more than desirée needed , but it was her father who enabled her to get back on her feet , find her own home , & start a career for herself .

2020 : desirée hardly speaks to her mother , though they keep up the public illusion that they are as close as a mother - daughter duo can be . her father though , now 80 years old , was actually close with desi , the two catching up daily & him celebrating her accomplishments she believed were self - earned . in october , though , she received a phone call from her father’s attorney , mr. berger , who informed her that henrik was in the hospital in critical condition after a heart attack . she flew to stockholm , where her father had been taking care of business items , & realized that it was time to say her goodbyes . her father & her played chess , talked about her childhood , & reconciled on any old issues . he passed away three days after she’d arrived . seeming as if he’d been able to tell something horrible was coming , henrik had updated his will a matter of weeks before the heart attack , naming desiree as the sole inheritor of all his assets & belongings . except , of course , her mother , who inherited a whopping five dollars from her husband . this was , mr . berger explained to desi , so that miriam could not claim that she had accidentally been left out , & was entitled to more of his estate .

if this wasn’t enough , the press soon released that interntional business mogul henrik lindbergh had passed away , & the companies he owned were now owned by a twenty one year old model who had never truly worked one day in her life . to make matters worse , her mother quickly played the victim , launching a multitude of lawsuits against her own daughter for defamation & coercing her father to leave her mother out of it . berger quickly chose desirée’s side , though he couldn’t become her personal attorney out of conflict of interest with the executing of the will . as the accounts lie in limbo during the legal battle , desi is relying solely on the secret account her father made her in switzerland ; if her mother knew , she would try to go after it , as well .

2021 : desirée has layed low over the last few months , her mother continuing her public display of heartache as the widow . desi can be said to be two - faced due to her sweet disposition one day & her cold attitude the next . in reality , she is normally kind & thoughtful , giving the benefit of the doubt to those two wrong her , but lately she has become more withdrawn , secretive , & volatile . she was recently photographed in a restaurant , crying on the phone with her head in her hand , something she would never normally allow to happen . overall , though , she doesn't want to speak publicly about the legal battle because she considers it a delicate matter & wants to take the high road . because of this , she puts on a face that she's happy , has done her mourning , & intentionally does things to make it seem like life is normal , like making appearances at events about new york city & being spotted hanging out with friends . only a very small handful in her inner circle notice the immense stress she's under because she's good at managing it , & doesn't want to be pitied .

* . personality .

personality wise , she is quite bubbly , thoughtful , dependable , observant , calm , & chooses her words carefully . on the other hand , she can be very hot & cold , self - isolating , two - faced , & tells blatant lies when she ought not to , & denies vehemently when others call her on her bs . she’s the type to remember someone saying they like something , in passing , then suddenly she shows up with that exact thing when she sees them next . her love language is definitely gifts & acts of service . considers herself a good advice giver but won’t take any advice others give her . kind of an air head , in that she can get so wrapped up in her own world that she forgets that others aren’t just npc’s in her life sfjklsd . can get overwhelmed easily , & retracts back into herself & isolates in her apartment for days on end , pampering herself with huge shopping sprees , overpriced face masks , & too much champagne . her way to deal with problems is to pretend they’re not there until eventually they go away 🤡

the world knows the bulk of the lindbergh - montenegro affair , as its known in the media , thanks to her mother taking interviews left & right to allude to her being snubbed by her own daughter . desi pretends that it does not bother her , that justice will be served & that legality will prevail over her mother’s cries , but the weight of the affair is taking a toll on her .

* . wanted plots .

click here for sideblog with wanted plots !

best friend / ride or die : someone desi’s been friends with for YEARS , knows all her family’s bs , prob has called her mother a b*tch to her face dflkjsdkl . literally the nicole to her paris , the lorelai to her rory .

squad : a group of friends who go clubbing every saturday & get brunch & gossip the next morning , have shady nicknames in their gc , have designated ‘ roles ’ in the friend group ( mom friend , the cr*ckhead , the wingperson , etc . ) , go on trips together , have the wildest birthday parties , etc . please !!

first love : this would’ve been in their teens , a summer fling that she fell hard for & who her father didn’t approve of bc he’s business - minded first . they tried to do long distance when she went back to school in the fall , but it didn’t work out & now they’re either on good terms & have sweet memories of that time , or one is still kinda salty how things ended .

bad influence : encourages desi to get the stick out of her *ss , & when she hangs out with them , they tend to go overboard on whatever the entertainment of the night may be .

friends to lovers / slow - burn romance : they’re friends first , but there’s been undeniable romantic tension between the two of them ( imagine pope towards kiara in obx ) , & their friends can pick up on it . they’ve never acted on it , worried of ruining the friendship , but they’re always a lil disappointed when the other goes home with or gets involved with someone else , but are ultimately there to pick up the pieces afterwards .

enemies / mutual dislike : maybe someone whose family her father screwed in business , their parents could have been friends before desi’s mom turned on them somehow , they think desi thinks she’s queen of the world , etc . let’s plan it out hehe

cheating : oop ! i love the angst , so gimme someone who either a ) cheated on desi , or b ) they think she cheated on them due to some tabloid article , rumor around town she was seen with someone , etc . their relationship was prob rocky as fuck , toxic , & lacked trust & communication . just a total shit show tbh .

that’s all i can think of now dskljfkl please feel free to reach out over tumblr msgs or on discord !

#wealthyhq:intro #excited 2 be here 🖤

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Hero, Yuta, & Me

Summary: Your pet sitting job lands you at the doorstep of the magnetic Yuta Nakamoto, owner of the cutest Shiba Inu on the planet, Hero.

Multi-part series: Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

Part 2

Word Count: 3.3k words

Sunday morning came around. The morning light peaked through the curtains. You left the door into the guest room open as Yuta suggested. He was worried about how Hero would react with a new person taking care of him. Apparently, other times it didn’t work out that Hero would get anxious and whine as he laid on Yuta’s bed. Hero really loved Yuta and since Yuta had to travel often, it was hard on both of them. It made your heart clench. When it came time for bed last night, Hero followed you into the guest room and plopped himself onto your bed. Well, that was a relief. You couldn’t wait to tell Yuta that Hero slept well. He was a snorer. But a cute one.

You changed Yuta’s contact name and your face became significantly warmer. Like you were breaking some unspoken rule.

Even though Yuta was your age, he was still your client and designated boss for the weekend.

HowRU Group Chat: With Yuta

You: So guess what? Hero slept in the guest room with me!

Yuta: Pics or it didn’t happen

You: Hold on

You were on the fence about sending Yuta a picture of your bare face. You probably had sleepy dust in your eyes, too. You shrugged. You opened the selfie feature on your phone and saw that you looked passable and there was no way you were going to keep Yuta waiting half an hour in suspense while you scrambled to look decent. Hero was sleepy but his eyes were flickering open. He licked your face when you moved closer.

“All right, Hero. Let’s take a picture to send to Daddykins,” you said as you extended your phone out and snapped a picture of Hero sniffing your head. It tickled and you smiled wide. You looked so goofy as your one left dimple made an appearance in the photo. You were happy. The smile didn’t feel forced. It came easily. Selfies for you were usually so forced and awkward.

You sent the picture and waited for a response. You were getting antsy as the minutes ticked by that you were about to go brush your teeth. Then, he texted as if he knew you were about to leave your phone for a bit.

HowRU Group Chat: With Yuta

Yuta: Oh my God

You: I told you

Yuta: How?

You: I charmed him with something from my family’s spellbook. What else?

Yuta: You are amazing.

You: Tell me something I don’t know, Mr. Nakamoto.

Yuta: Please. Mr. Nakamoto is my father.

You: Okay, Yuta. Now that you have physical proof that Hero did in fact sleep in my bed, you can be assured that Hero is doing okay. He hasn’t cried or thought about you AT ALL.

Yuta: You wound me. Who’s to say you haven’t been bribing him with treats? It’s on you if Hero gets fat.

You: I’ve done everything you’ve asked. Nothing more.

Yuta: Y/N, be honest.

You: Fine. I gave him one extra Beggin’ Strip last night. Sue me!

Yuta: Hypocrisy!

You: Like you don’t bend your own rules for Hero.

Yuta: Huh.

You: Well?

Yuta: You caught me. But can you blame me, though? I’m his father.

You: Hypocrisy doesn’t suit you. So I’m glad you told me the truth.

Yuta: *eyeroll emoji* This isn’t about me. I’m sorry but I gotta go. My boss wants to have a sit down before we go into our last meeting for the weekend.

You: That’s fine. I hope it goes well!

Yuta: Thanks, Y/N :) I’ll call you when I’m at the airport.

You took Hero out for his morning walk. You were very comfortable in your sweatpants and your worn out FC Barcelona tee that your mom gave you for your sixteenth birthday. Your phone rang and half hoping it’d be Yuta, you quickly grabbed it out of your pocket.

It was Kaia. Still excited to hear from your best friend, you picked up. “Yo,” you answered.

“Yo,” she replied, “How’s it going with Hero?”

Hero was fascinated with smelling a palm tree. You answered, “It’s good. He’s amazing, actually. Like I genuinely want to adopt him.”

Kaia laughed, “Marry his owner and he’ll be yours.”

You rolled your eyes. “How about you?”

Kaia hesitated over the line.

“Kai?” You asked.

“Y/N, Jaehyun is back in town,” she said, quietly.

You froze and Hero almost yanked you forward without you realizing it. You regained your balance and composure. “And?”

Kaia said, “He invited everyone from our graduating class to his place in Coconut Grove. And…”

“There’s more?”

“He reached out to me. To get back in touch with you.”

You laughed. “Kaia, your sense of humor has never been this cruel.”

“I’m serious, Y/N. Jaehyun called me last night and begged me to give him your number. Of course, I said no. But he wanted me to give you a message.”

Jaehyun Jung was the last person you wanted to hear from. His smug, conceited presence left a bad taste in your mouth when you remembered high school. He asked you to go with him to senior prom, to your shock and delight. He told you to wait for him to pick you up in one of his family’s sports cars.

But he never showed.

After an hour of waiting like an idiot and seeing he messaged you on Facebook of all places. To let you know he was going with an old flame. Infuriated, you called up your friends and hitched a ride with them to the dance. There was no way you were going to sit at home and cry over a pretty face you’d probably see replicas of in college.

Sweetwater High School - Senior Prom 2012

You walked in with your friends to the Cinderella-themed prom. The pale blue lights beamed down on you and you were filled with dread at the possibility of seeing Jaehyun.

Joanna tapped your shoulder. “Y/N, he’s here.” She pointed at the snack table where Jaehyun was getting punch for another girl.

“No…” You said.

“I will cut him. Just say the word,” Joanna offered.

You sighed. How exactly could you confront him? He played you for a fool. He must have laughed with his date and his idiot friends. Why oh why did you agree to go on a date with a stereotypically popular piece of shit? How did you not know how mean he was? That he would toss you aside for someone he deemed worthier?

You went up to him, realizing his date was Candice from Pre-Calc.

“Hi Candice! Jaehyun,” you began.

Jaehyun nearly dropped the plastic cup of punch from his hand at the sight of you. “Y/N.”

Candice greeted, none the wiser. “Hi, Y/N! You look beautiful! Your date is a lucky man.”

You knew Candice didn’t have a bad bone in her body. She was a little naive and blissfully unaware of certain things, like Jaehyun’s extra promposal to you in the senior square at school. She didn’t know Jaehyun asked you first.

So you wouldn’t take it out on her.

“Thank you Candice. You look amazing!” You said as you turned to give Jaehyun and gave him a wintry cold glare.

Jaehyun was frozen in his tracks. “D-did you get my message?”

“You mean your Facebook message? When you didn’t even bother to call? When I was already dressed up and ready to pose for the pictures my parents were looking forward to?”

“Y/N…”

“Jaehyun Jung, you didn’t have to ask me to prom. You could’ve called me last night and said you changed your mind but you didn’t have it in you.”

Jaehyun looked sad, then. “I’m so sorry. I just…Candice.We dated in middle school and-“

“You’re a coward,” you said as you moved closer to him. You snatched his cup from his hand, some of the punch spilling onto your corsage-less wrist. You spilled all of the contents on his very expensive Hugo Boss tuxedo and walked away.

You danced the night away with your friends, avoided him at graduation the next week, and never saw him again.

Except on social media, television, and newspapers. When it wasn’t up to you.

You asked Kaia, “What did he say?”

Kaia replied, “He wants to apologize for how shitty he was at prom. His exact words were: “She can toss an entire punch bowl over my head in front of everyone if she comes to my party.”

You laughed. “Why does he care? It’s been seven years.”

“Don’t know. Maybe he’s turning over a new leaf. Look, I’m with you either way. It’s not like you’ll ever have to see him again after this. I say take him up on humiliating him at his own party.”

“And face the wrath of his fans?” You asked.

Jaehyun was a successful soccer player now. He played internationally. He had been with Chelsea F.C. for a while now. He probably owned half of Miami with his income, if you had to guess.

Kaia laughed, “Still tempting. What do you think?”

You would never forget the pain and humiliation he put you through. Prom didn’t have to suck. You didn’t care if you had a date or not. But when he offered, you set expectations to have a decent date, at least. It wasn’t that much to ask for.

The sting of what Jaehyun did to you hurt way less than it did back then, thankfully. You weren’t going to be buying his merch anytime soon but you decided to go and hear him out.

And drink all of his booze and eat all of his food. Maybe rearrange his sock drawer. Maybe he had some gift bags he was giving away and you would take two instead of one.

“Let’s do it!” You replied.

You and Hero made it back to the Nakamoto residence as you ended your call with Kaia. You got a text from Yuta.

HowRU Group Chat: With Yuta

Yuta: Left the airport. Should be home in 10 minutes.

You: You sure you don’t have any stops you need to make? Hero and I have to clean up from the party we threw last night.

Yuta: A party without me?

You: We saved you some pizza.

Yuta: I feel less bitter. Still bitter, though.

You: Haha. We’ll see you soon :)

Yuta: :)

Yuta unlocked the front door and Hero barked excitedly. Yuta was in more casual clothes. Looking gloriously tanned, he wore Adidas sweatpants and a plain white tee and sandals. He was a natural and effortless beauty. It physically ached you to look at someone so godlike. You reminded yourself that this man was human, just like you. You almost laughed at that. He was on a whole other level.

Hero scurried over to pounce on his dad. Yuta set his stuff down. Hero was jumping over his legs. Yuta laughed and bent down to take his kisses.

“Hi, bud,” he said, “I missed you, too.”

You stood there awkwardly with your bag packed, ready to bounce. It was weird. It was like you were leaving a place that felt like home. You didn’t like to feel that way but you couldn’t help it.

Yuta got up and smiled at you. “Y/N, thank you for taking care of Hero.”

You smiled. “Hero’s easily the best dog I’ve ever met.”

Yuta moved closer to you. “Did you have dinner?”

You choked at his proximity. “No, actually.”

His eyes never left you. “I want to thank you properly.”

You backed into the wall behind you. Your breathing was shallow. “Pet owners are never usually this nice.”

Yuta smiled knowingly. “I think you know why I’m being this nice.”

You teased. “I don’t. Enlighten me.”

Yuta leaned down and you got up on your tiptoes to meet him halfway. You kissed each other with such longing. It was so unexpected to feel this way about someone you just met. You fit together. His tongue pleaded for entrance into your mouth and you allowed it. He took you higher than you’ve ever been before with that kiss. He matched every move you made in his mouth. Even your moans were oddly synchronized.

Hero barked, shocking you both out of the kiss.

Cherry red, you began. “Damn it, Yuta. Hero is just a child!”

Yuta, his cheeks flushed like yours, said. “Hero, I let you down. I’m sorry. I’ll never be able to live it down.”

Hero grabbed his hamburger squeaky toy and ran up to you. You grabbed it from his mouth and threw it to the kitchen. Hero ran and slid against the wooden floor after it.

“So,” you started, “I’m curious.”

Yuta’s eyes grew bigger. “Go on.”

“Do you like me?” A natural question.

“I don’t kiss people I don’t like, Y/N.” Yuta plopped himself on the couch. He motioned for you to join him.

“When did you realize it?” You asked as you sat next to him.

“When you sent me your picture with Hero.” He smiled softly.

“Oh.” You were surprised your morning face didn’t scare him away.

“And you?” He wondered.

You said, “I realized I liked you when I saw the way you were with Hero. And...while we’re spilling secrets, I found out that you’re a world famous soccer player.”

Yuta feigned shock. “You mean I didn't mention that during the house tour?”

“It must have slipped your mind,” you joked as Hero came back and laid down by the two of you. He was chewing on his toy.

“I admit my paycheck is my charm point but my personality and devilishly good looks are my crowning glory,” Yuta teased.

“I’ve always had a thing for soccer players, Nakamoto. The paychecks are just a bonus.”

He laughed. “Have you dated a soccer player before?”

Your mind went back to Jaehyun for a second. You pushed him to the back of your mind. “No. Well, once. Almost. He sucked.”

Yuta frowned when he saw how still you became at remembering Jaehyun. He wondered what was going on in your head. He felt a wave of jealousy over whoever must have crossed your mind then. That boy better pray he never crosses paths with Yuta.

You continued, “Anyway, dinner?”

Yuta knew how to charm you. If it wasn’t his megawatt smile that wore you down, it was his cooking. He made amazing sushi rolls and takoyaki, neither of which you’d ever tried. You wondered if the top-notch restaurants in the area could do him justice. He told you about his life in Osaka before he moved to Tokyo.

“I was the most popular boy at my school. The girls would get down and kiss my feet. Now don’t look at me like that, Y/N. My sisters have pictures. I’ll send them to you.”

Yuta loved exercise and being outdoors always. He was also an avid manga reader. He loved dancing as well and claimed that had he gone the dance route back then, by now he would have been a world famous musician.

At age sixteen. Yuta went to train with the Under-23 Japanese team. He joined the national soccer team just two years ago and became a key player. He was the star forward and Japan’s pride and joy.

Yuta went on to talk about how supportive his parents were of his dreams. His parents owned a very popular flower shop in Osaka and Yuta worked there part-time until he was sixteen. When he lived in Tokyo and wasn’t training, he worked part-time at a convenience store so as not to be a burden to his parents. This fact especially pulled at your heartstrings. Yuta’s older sister Kyoko was a very popular manga artist who specialized in romance and fantasy. His younger sister Kairi was studying in university to be a cellist. Yuta spoke of his family with such reverence and affection. After achieving success, Yuta bought his family a home outside of Tokyo, where they can visit him anytime. Yuta hoped they would come more often but he knew that his parents particularly would never truly want to leave Osaka. You could tell he missed them a lot.

Which made you wonder how Hero came into the picture.

“So what made you decide to adopt Hero?” You asked as you licked your French vanilla ice cream cone. Yuta took you and Hero out for some ice cream at the boardwalk. Yuta had Hero’s leash in one hand and his green tea ice cream cone in the other.

Yuta licked a corner of his cone that was about to drip. “My high school friend Sana’s Shiba had puppies and asked me if I would be interested. I’ve always loved dogs. We’ve had them growing up, too. But I just never made the time for one of my own.”

Hero ran up to a couple and their cocker spaniel. Hero and the sweet yet timid cocker spaniel named Lucky sniffed at each other and hopped and skipped at each other. You giggled.

The couple laughed and Yuta smiled. “Alright Hero, let’s go. Say bye!”

We kept going. You continued, “Then you met Hero.”

“Then I met Hero,” he concluded. “It was an instant connection, Y/N. He was so small but already full of personality. He wouldn’t let me leave without him.”

Your jaw dropped. “You were going to leave him? You monster.”

Yuta shook his head. “I knew I was getting him the second I saw him. I had to go to the bathroom and he yanked at the hem of my pants. Like he was begging me not to go.”

You let out your full-bellied laugh, the kind of laugh you only threw out when you were truly at ease. You hoped it didn’t scare Yuta much.

Yuta grinned. “I like your laugh. Pure evil. Just like mine.”

You blushed, then. Well, technically you’ve been blushing the entire night.

You stopped in your tracks when you realized that you forgot something.

You checked your phone to see that your family blew it up. They were asking for your status and whereabouts. You said you were going to be home at around 6 PM. It was 8:15 PM.

With how melodramatic your family was, they probably thought you were dead, by now. Or being impregnated!

Y/THREE MIDDLE NAMES/N, WHY AREN’T YOU PICKING UP? -Your youngest brother Hector, 16

Y/N he better be paying you extra. He has you working overtime. -Your second youngest brother Jaime, 21

Y/N, call me when you get this. -Your passive aggressive mother Matilde

Y/N, we brought you a present from Disney! Your father who just drove for four straight hours Jaime Sr.

“You okay?” Yuta noticed the panic on your face.

You rolled your eyes. “It’s my family.” You showed Yuta your notifications.

Yuta whistled in amazement. “Your name is really long, Y/N.”

You punched his arm.

Hero nuzzled himself against your legs. You ran your hand over his coat. You apologized, “Sorry, guys, I have to go. I’ve been summoned.”

Yuta smiled sadly. “That’s too bad. It felt like we were going to walk the boardwalk ten more times, at least. Hero wanted to, anyway.”

You smiled knowingly at him. “Me, too.”

Yuta drove you back to his place. He let you in to grab your belongings. He and Hero walked you to your car. Hero whined as put your bag in the backseat. He knew you were leaving. It broke your heart.

You got down and pet Hero. He moved closer to you so you can hug him. “Hero, oh my God, I love you so much.” He sniffed at your head, tickling you and making you laugh your “evil laugh”.

Yuta chuckled at the sight of you two. It awoke something in him. Seeing the two of you that way made him look forward to the possibility of something in the future.

Yuta knelt down because you didn’t want to let go of Hero and hurt his feelings. Once you let Hero go, Yuta swiftly kissed your cheek.

His eyes looked up at the night sky, avoiding you like an awkward middle schooler.

“But ladies’ man of Yakuen Gashina High School, you’re going to be modest now?” You joked as Hero licked your face.

Yuta met your gaze. His shyness faded instantly as he kissed you, putting you sass on hold.

Part 3 (Coming Soon)

A/N: I’m sorry for the delay! The plot thickens in Part 3 with Jaehyun’s party. Of course!

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FILL THE HALLS WITH BOUGHS OF BANTER

I left this photoshop looking like this cause Rowan here looks like a FIFA99 render....or the render of fans in FIFA13 when they were added....hahahaha

I know what you’re thinking...ye of little faith...you really thought it wasn’t going to happen. But here it is, the main event, what you’ve all been waiting for. It’s the Bush League, Merry Bushmas Christmas Update 2017 2018!

As we head into the holiday bumper period, the Bush is at it’s most competitive and funnest yet. Through Logan ‘Champ squared’ McIndoe stands ahead of the pack with a dominant 7 point lead, the spots below in the top 8 are all to play for. Looking at the table above the point differentials and the wins are tasty as fuck to say the least. With regular suspects Logan, George and (on the odd occasion Harry), The top 8 has some interesting new contenders. Let’s all get up and sing for the man of the hour Guy Ethell who now sits in the top 8 (through at least 10 games) for the first time in two seasons. From the strong Wooden Spoon magnet to now a championship contender, what else is more empowering, inspiring, than a rise to glory in the Bush from someone who has been known as a serial power bottom dweller.

We must mention that at this point of the season, after some research and painstaking folder diving, that I have concluded that at this stage of the season, this is the highest average scoring season we have had in recorded Bush history. With three managers in the top 50,000 users of fantasy premier league, and a majority (top 16) of the league in the top 30% of fantasy users in the world...we’ve all really gotta give each other some credit. We’ve come a long way and we’re proud to be apart of the Bush. Well done lads...except you blokes at the bottom...you’re making us all look better but making the league suck....like Sunderland when they were in the Prem.

But, back to our honourable mentions. We gotta say that two lads who are up and at em are the Tally Tiger Cornerstones Alex “ST/CAM/RW” Horne and and Danny “Ghost Coach” Cotton who each are climbing to staggering heights. Unfortunately, at this stage nose bleeds are all too common and the top 8 sit very close to the next 8 players who are all 6 points or less behind and the next 8 only 9 points or less out of the top 8... CRAZY STUFF.

Down the bottom of the league sits David O’Carroll, now resident bottom bitch after the last two seasons. He used to be a huge force as MVFC, but now, in the Bush’s twisting mess, he has succumbed to casting couch bitch as pillow necklace FC....fitting name really? Let us also not forget our 26th place superstar...former champion...serial passworder...and now resident in the worst photoshop in bush History...the main article photo is not my proudest moment :’(. Rowan “Underage” Flanagan has hit his lowest point. Sitting more than 4 wins off the top 8 and seemingly unable to catch a break. To be honest, if this reporter had his way, he would be on the receiving end of a lot more banter for it. He’s lost 4 in a row, with his most recent defeat being an absolute thrashing by Brock “ashamed Arsenal supporter” Lamont by 83-41. Jeez. Let’s all point and laugh...at least he’s got a good pornstar moustache.

Also Shoutouts are due to Mr Madde “Mr Manager” Bowshire for what can only be described as the most topsy turvy season I’ve watched in a while. One has to wonder if he’s left the Premier League Fantasy app behind as he’s been up, then down, then up and now back down in the bellows of the Bush where he’s made his home for the past Bush Seasons. We reach to him now for comment, tell us all what the plan is, what went wrong and where to now Bowshire? WE WANT YOU TO SUCCEED. WHY WON’T YOU JUST FUCKING DO IT?!

We’re in for a rocky ride this festive season as the fixtures come thick and fast, including some double game weeks right around the corner. AND WILDCARD 2.0 available from the 1st of January!!! In the words of number 1 influential rap recording artist.... LETSKEETTTTIIIIITTT

EASTER EGG TOPIC: RANK MANC VS ABRAMOVIC’S FAVE BUM BUDDY

Bit of a weird headline I know but hey, It’s difficult to sum up the Man City vs Chelsea rift brewing in the league. Harry “Hazard’s Dick Would Be My Lollipop” Kennedy and Riley “I Am The Whiney Misso” Guest have been going head to head. Much to Max “Box On” Haggarty’s delight, the two have been debating the plight of Hazard vs De Bruyne to no end with hilarious results. To stoke the flames the Bush Times asks all of you to weigh in, in the comments of this article, about this fight, about the stats, and to egg on these two to actually “boxing on”. Here’s the stats:

Discuss....

#BushLeague18/19 #BushChristmas

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Behind Enemy Lines: NAPOLI!

Next up in our season preview series comes mighty NAPOLI. A refresh, don’t call it a rebuild, is in the works and this could be a year of change down south. to bring us the goods on what’s going on at Napoli is the LEGENDARY Raffa Rispo. Over to you man!

“Ciao ragazzi e ragazze! My name is Raffa Rispo; lifelong Napoli fan, founder of the Far From Vesuvius Network and a host of The Napoli Rant w/Raff N Raff! There is no team on planet earth that is more important to me and means more to me than SSC Napoli. Essentially, this team is part of my family. We’ve gone through a traumatic summer, us partenopei, but overall I’m excited for the start of the season. Over the last 2 seasons, we have achieved two places better than the prior season, going from 7th to 5th to 3rd and now we play in the UEFA Champions League again!”

How do you like your teams transfer window so far?

Raff: Napoli’s mercato thus far has been quite the roller coaster. This summer, we lost the remaining club stalwarts; captain and hometown boy Lorenzo Insigne to Toronto FC, 2nd best goalkeeper in Europe last season David Ospina to Al-Nassr, top 3 defender in the world and next in line to the captaincy Kalidou Koulibaly to Chelsea AND club all-time top goalscorer and honorary Neapolitan citizen Dries Mertens. We also lost Faouzi Ghoulam who, let’s be honest, hasn’t been in the best shape and hasn’t been the contributor he could have been before his injuries. Not withstanding all that, Ghoulam has been an important part of the clubs off-the-pitch contributions and played a key role in the clubs charitable image. It’s an unbelievable amount to lose, but it doesn’t end there. Looking at the amount of important players that have left, it’s easy to put Napoli behind the likes of Milan, Inter, Juventus, even Roma, Lazio and Fiorentina.

A good thing about roller coasters is that while they go down, they also go up. Napoli’s incoming mercato has been quite savvy, to nobody’s surprise, although there are some that still worry, but I digress. President Aurelio De Laurentiis and director of sport Cristiano Giuntoli have this innate ability to replace players and sign diamonds in the rough, and all indications point in that direction again this summer. Very soon after the end of last season, the duo wrapped up some very important signings. Georgian 21 year old wunderkind Khvicha Kvaratshkelia, or as I’ve dubbed him, Kvaradona, replaces Insigne on the left wing from Georgian Champions Dinamo Batumi after playing last season on loan at Rubin Kazan in Russia. 24 year old Uruguayan international Mathias Olivera comes in from Getafe to back up Mario Rui (or steal his starting spot) at left back. Finally, the Andre Frank Zambo Anguissa loan deal became permanent after purchasing the Cameroonian midfielder from Fulham for, get this, €15M!!! Shrewd business right off the bat. Then, after the €40M Koulibaly sale went through, Napoli snapped up Turkish League defender of the year, Korean center back Kim Min-Jae from Fenerbache.

And now as Andrea Petagna looks likely to join Monza, as Alex Meret seems set to move to Spezia, and as PSG comes out of nowhere with an offer for out of contract next summer Fabian Ruiz for €25M, the door opens wide for Giovanni Simeone, Keylor Navas and Giacomo Raspadori. Those moves could be done by the time you read this article! Furthermore, after being linked with Antonin Barak, Nahitan Nandez and Dominik Szoboszlai, Napoli are now in serious talks with dynamic French Tottenham midfielder Tanguy Ndombele. If these moves become official, look for Napoli to continue to be quite competitive on all fronts.

Your top 4 predictions for Serie A.

Raff: It’s very hard to say now who will end up where, as the mercato closes on 1 September and there are 4 league matches before that date, I can see the two Milans finishing top 2 with either Napoli, Roma, Lazio or Juventus taking the last two Champions League spots. For now, let’s go Milan with champions advantage to repeat, Inter 2nd, Napoli 3rd and Roma 4th.

Anything from the rest of the league that most peaks your interest?

Raff: What interests me is Lazio’s mercato with Sarriball, Juventus high profile signings and Fiorentina’s sneakily impressive signings. I may be anti-Juve as a Napoli fan, but I really think they’re not as set up for success as they think they are. Look for a slip there. Again, there are 3 weeks left in the mercato and that’s a long time for moves to be or to not be made. I’d be more than happy to follow up this article with a new prediction after 1 September. Until then, have a great inizio campionato! Forza Serie A, but FORZA NAPOLI SEMPRE!

Thank you Raff for coming in from the top rope bringing the Napoli goods! FOR ALL THINGS NAPOLI make sure you give Raff a follow @RaffaNapoli83 on twitter and subscribe to the Raff and raff Rant and follow the Far From Vesuvius network.

Best of luck to Napoli and all the Napoli fans out there and thanks again Raff!

Cheers

Lisi

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Premier League Team of the Season 2019/20: Liverpool FC

First off, let me start off by congratulating Liverpool FC, after a 30 year long wait, they are finally the champions of England for the 2019/20 season*. Why the asterix you ask? The season was on hold for 3 months due to the coronavirus pandemic. This discredits their title win right?

Being a Manchester United fan, I have to discredit their title win. My friends who support Liverpool know this, I have to throw in my shots. That’s cause the rivalry between Manchester United and Liverpool is immense, the two clubs have dominated English football with United having won it 20 times, the most, whilst Liverpool just added number 19 to their trophy cabinet. Third place is Arsenal FC who have won 13 titles. This highlights the stature of the two clubs and now you know what I mean. Us United fans don’t want to share the spot of most titles ever won in English football therefore when there was a possibility of the season being cancelled, part of me was glad because Liverpool were tremendous before the season was put to a stop and I knew this was going to be their year. They were in a really strong position to win the title, boasting a 25-point lead over second placed Manchester City.

Rivalries aside, Liverpool have been very good this season; they’ve won the league in record time with seven games to spare. I’ll give credit where it’s due. The club has really grown over the last few years. One man has played a major role in that happening, Jurgen Klopp, hired in 2015, he has been instrumental in the growth of Liverpool FC. Below I’ll talk about how the German has transformed the club.

Personnel

The left side is the team he had when he first took over in 2015 and the right side is the current Liverpool team. There has been a major overhaul as only 3 players remain from the starting XI from 2015.

Even though they lost some top players in Suarez (from the 2014 season) and Coutinho, Liverpool invested well by purchasing Sadio Mane, Mohammed Salah, Virgin Van Dijk and Andy Robertson (just to name a few). The net spend in his time as Liverpool manager is £74.5M which is a good sum in current times.

In addition, Klopp has played an instrumental role in the growth of these players, these individuals are one of the best players in their respective positions today. For example, Mohammed Salah, had a distinct spell at Chelsea which didn’t go well, came back to the premier league with Liverpool and scored the most goals ever scored in a premier league campaign, 32 goals in the 2017/18 season. Virgil Van Dijk is another player who has grown into one of the best center backs in football today. After an incredible season in 2018/19, he was nominated for the Balon D’or alongside Ronaldo and Messi.

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Mohammed Salah’s incredible strike against Chelsea in 2019

Another key aspect of Klopp’s successful transformation is his ruthlessness. He knew what he wanted in his team. This allowed him to ship out the players he didn’t need and bring in individuals who could see his vision and execute his style of play.

Style of Play

Klopp’s style of play is known as ‘gegenpressing’, this is a tactic where a team immediately attempts to win back possession when the ball is lost rather than falling into shape. Many teams struggle to play against Klopp’s Liverpool because of the intensity they bring. Plus, Klopp’s Liverpool are flexible in changing tactics as highlighted in this video from Tifo Football on what makes Liverpool so good.

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Psychological

One of the main things that Klopp has done is lift his players. Morale plays a major role in a success of a football club; It raises the confidence of players and allows them to fully express themselves on the pitch. This has been evident with many teams in the past. Most recently, we saw that when Ole Gunnar Solskjær took over from Jose Mourinho as the Manchester United coach. The morale of the camp went up and and immediately transformed their results. Klopp has done that over the past four years and most importantly, he has created a winning mentality as they had a 44 game unbeaten run. Everyone watching Liverpool play can see how much the players are enjoying being out on that pitch.

Jurgen Klopp has played an instrumental role in bringing the glory days back to Liverpool FC.

I have to end this blog post with a threat to Liverpool FC. Manchester United have been playing some good football recently and we’re not going to make it easy for you next season, watch out!

What do you think about this Liverpool FC side? Where do they rank amongst the greatest ever Premier League teams?

References

Cole, J., & Coleman, J. (2020, June 25). The huge contrast between Klopp's first ever Liverpool team and how they look now. https://talksport.com/football/551413/premier-league-jurgen-klopp-liverpool-tottenham-alisson-van-dijk-mane/.

Jurgen Klopp's list of LFC transfers. https://www.anfield-online.co.uk/stats/jurgen-klopp-lfc-transfer-signings.html. Tifo Football. (2020, March 31). What Makes Liverpool So Good? [Video]. YouTube. https://youtu.be/WzcT3hu2BQg

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The Final

By: Caetano Sanchez

“They’ve done it!!!” screamed the commentator. Chelsea FC will be competing in the Champions League Final for the 3rd Time in their history! The fans have gone absolutely insane!” Chelsea FC fans started pouring into the field and they were going NUTS! Security was overwhelmed, you could hear thousands of cheers from outside the stadiums that came from TV viewers, it was ballistic! I was very disappointed not to play, but it was becoming more and more normal for me not to play. Coach would think about playing me, get nervous that I might not perform and put in our oldest, but most experienced player at the last minute. On countless occasions, I had asked for a transfer but no one made me an offer. I was getting seriously depressed; it hurts so much from how quickly I went from hero to zero. I was unhappy with my contract. I wasn't getting the playing time that I needed in my career and I was in my PRIME! Coach was playing some veteran that was long past his playing days. No disrespect to him, he’s a football legend but he just doesn't keep up with the new generation of footballers. Anyway, in my mind, I knew coach was going to pick him for the champions league final. And it made me frustrated!

We had about a week until the final so we were supposed to practice until we got on a plane to Istanbul for the final on thursday. And then we would play the final on Saturday. Then something on Wednesday changed the course of my life. We were finishing practice, doing our last drills and I was NOT looking forward to getting on a plane to Turkey, getting airsick, not even Play a MINUTE, and then potentially lose this final. Anyway, you will not believe what happened in that moment. Billy Gilmour, the veteran that was replacing me, tore his ACL making a challenge for the ball, Mason Greenwood was about to kick it, but Gilmour came at the last second and Mason got him with his cleats. The Scottish legend fell to the floor, whimpering. The English-man that had injured him apologized about a MILLION times, We all went to check on him. Suddenly, I realized I would be playing the final.

We had arrived at the stadium and we were in the locker room getting ready. Coach came up to me and said that he was sorry, and he told me to go out there and prove him and the critics wrong.

In the tunnel, we were about to enter the pitch and I started sweating profusely, we were facing Real Madrid, arguably the best team in club football history. The Spanish giants had won MANY trophies over the years and they were the sure favorites. But we had 2 advantages: team spirit and a crazy scottish man with a cast cheering for us on the sidelines. Can you guess who it was? 35 year old Billy Gilmour. The game started shortly, you could see the nerves were there from the start. Real Madrid opened the scoring in the 18th minute of the game. The shot was from 20 meters out and it was an absolute ROCKET into the top corner. “Someone call NASA, because that was an absolute rocket!” Exclaimed the commentator. Then, right before the halftime break, Alphonso Davies made a blistering run down the left side of the field, he passed it to me. This is it. This was my chance to prove everyone wrong. I heard booing every time I touched the ball. I beat one defender and I was in the clear! But unselfishly, I passed the ball to my teammate who just had to tap it in. A 3-year old could have scored it. Anyway...where were we? Oh right! “GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL” screamed the commentator “Chelsea have equalized with a magnificent team goal!” That was the last kick of the half. In the dressing room, everyone looked very confident. “All right guys, so we scored a goal against one of the best defenses in football history. But we still have work to do.” Said coach. The room instantly turned quiet. I won't bore you with all the tactics he explained, but he said something inspiring to me that made me want to win this even more. “You win, you’ll have a successful career with many titles. You lose, and no one will remember you. Now, go out there and win” he said, smiling like a dad when he sees his kid take its first steps.

We had walked on back to the pitch and I was ready. We had no action until the last 5 minutes of the game. Real Madrid had the ball, they strung together some beautiful passes and cracked our defense open. Suddenly, the Real Madrid attacker was in the clear. I closed my eyes as I slid in front of him. I thought for sure I was gonna tackle him and they would get a penalty, but no! I had blocked a certain goal with my right thigh. It was a corner though. They crossed the ball into the box and, for a second, time froze. A Madrid player got his head to the ball and directed it towards the back post for a teammate to poke it in, he did that and the ball fell in front of a Madrid player who was 4 feet away from the goal! Scrambling as fast as he could the goalkeeper made an incredible leap to get a hand to it! Time froze again. The ball bounced off his hand...hit the post..and...was cleared of the line from our defender. Suddenly, we were on the counter attack, we were all pushing up, since it was the last play of the game. Vinicuis Junior, the substitute was sprinting down the wing. The pacy Brazilian juked one defender before passing it off to Erling Braut Haland the norwegian superstar kept the defenders occupied and waited for someone to make a run. I saw a tiny gap between the 2 defenders and asked for a pass. Haland played a pinpoint pass and I was alone with the keeper, then I felt a tugging sensation from my back! Apparently, a defender had pulled my shirt, and tugged me to the ground! “TWEET!” “Penalty” ordered the referee. Immediately there were MILLIONS of boos from the Real Madrid fans. Haland was about to take it when he did the nicest thing ever. He gave me the ball and told me to take it. I couldn't believe it. With ONE kick of a ball I could be loved or hated. I couldn't handle the pressure, I looked over at Billy Gilmour and he looked at me and gave the warmest smile possible. I took a deep breath, stepped up to take it and buried it in the top right-hand corner. “Oh I don't believe my eyes! The biggest upset you will ever see! Chelsea FC! Chelsea FC! Oh you are not a football club, you're a family!” The commentator was about to die from not giving his lungs air but he didnt care. Chelsea were “CHAMPIONS OF EUROPE!” And I had done it. I looked at Gilmour one last time and I didnt see jealousy. I saw pride. And when I looked into his face I saw a mentor, not a person that ruined my career.

CHELSEA FC VS REAL MADRID

Who will be Champions Of Europe and receive the piece of silverware?

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