#football fanficition

[emmacarsword]

tagged by @white-light-on-my-prism, thank u so much for tagging❤️❤️

name: aadya (she/her) pronounced as aa-the-ya

birthday: 16th november

zodiac sign: scorpio here , don’t know much abt the connotations regarding this but we’re supposed to be like very dark feminine bold people (which is sooo not me lol)

hobbies: umm well first would be reading love books mostly fiction (and since i’ve gotten obsessed with football any and all fanficition related to that😅) , then baking is a great stress released for me plus kinda into sketching and mandala art.

favourite colour: don’t really have a preference but love any and all shades of purple

favourite book: aahh this is sooo difficult i genuinly can’t choose but i’ll just tell the last book i was obsessed with- “The Atlas six”. it’s so good i just love the writing and the characters plus it’s fantasy so my fave genre so practically to die for. still haven’t read it’s sequel but very excited

last song i listened to: “Did you know that there’s a tunnel under ocean blvd” - in my lana era currently so obsessively listening to any songs by her. also the lyric love me until i love myslef so beautiful 🫶

last movie i watched: it was a hindi movie “sonu ki tittu ki sweety” uhh can’t give a direct translation but it’s such a great movie best hindi comedies fr and probably watching it for the 10th time. 10/10 would recommend

something that helps people: uff terrible at advice but i’ll try best, one thing that has been important in shaping me as a person is that overthinking is the biggest barrier u can put on yourslef as a person. obsessing over every detail will only result in hate so just let loose and be spontaneous at times.

meaning behind my url: so as i mentioned love books a lot and one of my fav book series is the shadowhunters series and in that there’s this character emma carstairs who is obsessed with swords so - emma carsword(yes i was trying to be witty🙂)

since practically everyone has already been tagged, won’t be doing that but this was super fun

[lovemenowmr]

Chapter thirty-six.

It was our last day in the resort and we decided to slept. After pouring my heart out the previous night we were both really tired, we had stayed most of the night talking about when we were little kids and how we had been brought up. We weren’t really that different to be honest.

We had breakfast in bed and we spend the rest of the morning naping, listening to the vague sound of the ocean, the waves hitting repeatedly the wooden pier, steadily and calmly. It was a paradise – our little paradise – and I was so sad to be leaving but, on the other hand, it was time to getting back to my normal life. Besides, I was missing home terrible, the homesickness was getting really hard sometimes.

“I can’t believe this is our last day” Marco said.

“I know” I said hugging into his side.

“And partly because you are going to be leaving soon too” he said giving me a peck on the temple.

“You know I miss my family” I pouted.

“I know, I’m not telling you not to go” he answered.

However, I felt like there was something he wasn’t telling me. I didn’t push him tough, I wanted him to tell me when he was ready. Or maybe it was only my imagination.

We spent the whole day resting at the deck and taking our last beams of sun before going back to Europe. Marco had tanned a little bit but I was almost as white as I was when I first came into the island. We had decided to go dinner together today, and spend our last night watching the European Cup final match.

Portugal was playing against France, Marco was rooting for France because it had beaten Germany on the semifinals and  he wanted Germany to had fallen against the Champion. I wasn’t rooting for anyone specially, however Marco’s reason was a sensible one I could relate with, Portugal was a country that I liked, so I was a torn in between the two teams.

I started getting ready early because I wanted to do my make up and my hair early, so we had time to go and watch the match. I had chosen a green short dress to wear tonight but I was worried it would be a little chilly. However I hadn’t brought any fancy long dresses. As I stepped into the bedroom I saw a present laying on top of the bed, it was rectangular, quite big but not very tall.

“What is this?” I asked Marco

“It’s a present” he stated.

He had been swimming in the pool while I was showering and his hair was already starting to dry, the end pointing in every direction they could go. He had his green swimming shorts on and had placed an open t-shirt to cover his upper half, abs still visible through the fabric.

“That’s obvious” I said “Is it for me?”

“Of course” he said matter-of-factly.

“Can I open it?” I ask excitedly.

I loved surprises, and I was intrigued as to what was inside the box. It was so sweet of Marco to think about giving me a present, I knew he was quite wealthy but I really didn’t want him to spend my money on me. I usually didn’t asked him for anything because I didn’t want to get advantage of him in any matter.

“Of course” he said leaning into the door with his arms crossed, a smirk on his face.

At that point I looked like a six year old and I opened the box with caution. First I undid the white ribbon, wrapped around the box and then I opened the pink box carefully. On the inside was a white dress, wrapped in thin pale pink paper. It was perfect. It was a long white dress it was embroidered on the top, which had spaghetti strips end it was sheer on the side. The skirt was made of thin white fabric, that fell loosely to the floor and it had a slit up to the hips.  There was a cute ribbon wrapped around the waist as well.

“Marco” I said touched. “This is beautiful. Thank you so much”

“I wasn’t sure if you were going to like it” he said.

“I love it” I said hugging him “But you really didn’t have to do it.

“I like to spoil you sometimes” he said giving me a peck.

“You don’t have to” I said wrapping my arms around his neck, getting on my tip toes so I could reach his lips once again.

“I want to” he said toying with the band of my bathing robe “You deserve it”.

“Thank you” I said truthfully.

He wrapped me with his arms and I jumped into his waist after he carried me to the bed and we lost the track of time, getting lost into each other.

I ended up applying very little make up and curling my hair slightly, I put my new dress on and I could tell Marco liked it because he got more handy than usually. He towered over me as we were walking over the wooden platforms since I was not wearing high-heels, but a pair of brown sandals instead. Since I was quite short a few inches of my dress was dragging on the ground as I walked and I was afraid Marco would step on it.

The restaurant was really nice., it was on the beach and there was hay walls around the amount of tables and chairs. They were painted white, and it seemed used and old, which made the whole view way more cosy and beautiful. There was also a huge screen on the side, in which they were going to stream the match.

Marco and I got a really nice table, it was next to a glass fence, which separated the deck from the shore and it was quite close to the screen, but not so much for it to make you blind.

Dinner was great and so was the football match. It was really not that interesting but since it was a final it had a special thrill.  Marco got himself immersed into the game and I found myself fixating my eyes to him instead of the match. His look of concentration was so  fascinating, his brows were pulled together and his greenish eyes were fixated into the scree, the light coming from it drawing a beautiful shade onto his eyes. The game ended up in a win for Portugal, 1-0.  

After diner we took a walk down the beach.

“I’m going to miss you this summer?” Marco said as we stop, sitting down on the sand.

“Me too” I said. “But, I’m back at the end of August”

“Too long” he said “Plus, it going to be preseason and I’m going to be at training camp probably”

“Aren’t you injured?” I asked him.

“Not going to be injured forever” He laughed. “I can always go to Spain”

“I doubt that” I said “How will you communicate with anybody?”

“That’s right. It would be difficult”

We stood on the beach a little more and then we went back to the hotel, since we had our flight early in the morning.

I slept the whole trip to the airport the next day, we repeated the same steps as we had previously done to start our holidays but on reverse. We had a second breakfast at the airport and then we board into the plane and we took our seats. We decided to watch a movie together at the first half of the flight. Then we had our lunch and we took a nap, soon after that we arrived to Dortmund.

As we touched down Yvone was waiting for us at the airport with Nico and Mia. The three of them were at the gate, waving to us as we passed through the doors. Nico ran to us and I picked hip up in a hug, giving her a little kis on the head.

“Hi Adi” he said “Hi uncle Marco”

“Hey little one” Marco anwered him, carresing his cheek. “Did you have fun while we were out?”

“Yees” the little kid exclaimed “I don’t have school, now”

“That’s great” I told him “Oh, look at your sister, she’s grown so much”

Mia was now a six-month-old baby and she was a chubby bubbly girl. She was always smiling and showing her legs into mid June’s heat. She had darker hair than Nico but they had the same beautiful eyes.

[formula-what]

I just came off a space now now. It was great, until they started talking about people who write fan fictions and create art work and then immediately my life flashed before my eyes. You know ralf from the simpsons “I’m in danger”. Tiktoks “cause I’m an international super spy SUPER SPY” like I’ve never felt my heart rate go from rest to PANIK like that💀🤣🤣🤣 especially when they started talking about the artworks and immediately I thought of the amount I have in my photos that I’ve saved from brilliant creators 💀💀💀💀💀 honestly I don’t think I’ve left a space in such a hurry to avoid the gay panic I had 😶‍🌫️😂

ffsjdksks I absolutely hate that,, literally yesterday my mum was looking at my art insta and she was like hmmmm that football pic is a little,,,,,,, fruity,,, I almost thought it was one of those,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, what do you call them,, little gay things,, fanficitions,,,,, and I had to sit there like hmmmm I have no. idea. what you are. saying. what is a. fan. fic. I do not know of this word. I only know straight things

[melanchole]

YOU MEAN TO TELL ME PEOPLE REALLY WRITE FANFICITION ABOUT FOOTBALL PLAYERS

[theboyinthefancysuit]

Leave Me Alone ~ Chapter 44: It's The Only Thing I Can Remember

Ok. Here it is, sorry for taking so long to continue this story, hope you like the chapter ;) ~~~~~~ We were ready for our intimate show at Charlie's bar. Marco was there with his friends, the same friends who were with him when we met. But they can't appear in a good timing for the  introduction. With Anton we were playing and cuddling when they appeared into backstage. "Ahem" Marco coughs at our side. "Sorry" I said still laughing at Anton, he has became into my older brother, always wise, always at my side. Meanwhile he did a reverence like if he was meeting the queen. "I'm going to see if everything is ok" Anton said kissing me in my forehead and went with the guys. "Well, she is Aline" Marco said to his friends. And then he introduced me with other two footballers, one called Mats, and the other was Mario. I remember him from a show too. "I remember him, he was with you at The Sounds concert, when we were the supporting act" I said to Marco. "I remember that night you sneaked into the show because of me" I started to laugh. "How you can remember him if you were totally drunk after the show?" Marco asked. "I may be drunk but not unconscious" I said smirking at him. "Aline we play in 5!" Karl went to interrupt us. "I'm going!" I said to him. "Ok. Nice to meet you guys, hope you enjoy the show. And you..." I said to Marco. "I have a surprise for you" I kissed his lips. I went to my dressing room to be ready and when Charlie ended the DJ set, Karl knocked at my door waiting for me. "Wait a second!" I said from inside. After half a minute I opened the door looking awesome according to him. I was dressed in a mini leather skirt and a red studded corset, and obviously I was wearing a pair of high heels. Then I put a long black trench coat over and a hat. We prepared a music courtain to start the show, it started with me and the band playing the begining from "Men! I Feel Like A Woman" by Shania Twain, until I said "Come on" then we start with the cover of Grace Potter, "Paris".  "Welcome to the '20 songs I wish I wrote for you' as we called this show which is being recorded as you can see. Thanks to Charlie for having us and this is called 'Like a Butterfly', our new song". The gig continue between covers and our songs, including the new ones. After the interlude and before we start to play the next song I talk to the audience. "Thanks for comming tonight. This is where we started to pursuit our dream, this is the place where we started the tour and this is the place where we are filming our first DVD, this is a especial night for us and this is a surprise for someone especial to me". And then we played "If There's A Rocket Tie Me To" by Snow Patrol, we played it a duo with Karl, and it was and amazing finish for the show. "I really hate when she sings with him" Marco commentted with his friends. "She looked in love with that guy, but I suppose that's just the chemical between them" Mats observed. "They are probably good performers and actors" Mario said. "I've read they always are amazing on stage and it's totally true, in my opinion". "Yeah, she keeps saying it's just her job and nothing happened between them" he shook his head. "Then you should believe in her" Mats said. "Just wow!" Anton said when we reached the backstage after the show. "The cover was a perfect end for the show" he hugged me. "Yeah, it was nice" Karl said and kissed me in my cheek. Anton was still hugging me like if I was a Teddy bear. "What about a group hug?... Karl?" Anton said. Karl also hugged me and then Emil and Demian joined us. David took a picture of us in that moment. After the succesful night, we attended a party with the guys and Marco went with me. But while we were living our 'momentum', Marco was acting weird. And I was really starting to think I couldn't deal with both kind of energies around me. "Come on, can you enjoy the party with me?" I asked to Marco. He sighed. "Ok" he held my hand, kissed it and then grab me to go back to the dancefloor. He was smiling at me but I know he wasn't happy.