#hope you like it sofi <3<3<3

[galatariel]

CARATBLR GIFT EXCHANGE 🎁 @scoups HENG:GARAE a word that translates to tossing someone up in the air in celebration. it feels like an exhale, like an exaltation of growth and of moving forward.

[nicksbestie]

m. s. - kisses (headcanons)

! sfw !

~ matt loves to press gentle kisses to the top of your head while you're curled up with him, alternating between gently running his hands through your hair and kissing your head

~ whenever you're sad, or even just not smiling, matt will place two kisses, one to each of your cheeks, just to get you to smile at him

~ if you're sick, instead of getting a thermometer to check your temperature, he tests how warm you are by softly kissing your forehead

~ he rarely wakes up before you, but when he does, he always kisses you as he gets out of bed, never leaving without doing so

~ he always blows you a kiss as he's walking out of the door, or if you're in his sightline as he pulls back into the driveway

~ it's very common that you receive a text from matt with an 'xo' at the end

! nsfw !

~ matt's gentle kisses to your cheeks turn into leaving marks on the underside of your jaw

~ he's a sucker for pulling back from an intense kiss to smile at you, knowing it drives you both crazy for the other

~ he has to be consistently reminded if you have anything coming up, so he can leave marks low enough down on your neck that can be easily covered

~ he's touchy when he kisses, always pulling you impossibly closer to him when things get more heated

~ your shared kisses after sex are partial gasps, smiles, lazy presses to each other's lips, relaxing in each other's presence

sorry for the inactiveness loves. hoping to be back to regular posts soon <3

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♡ HEARTBEAT

toxic! ellie x toxic! reader (modern) warnings: degrading, breathplay, hitting, bruising, strap usage (r!receiving), player!ellie, petnames based on heartbeat by childish gambino wc: 2.9k<3

You and Ellie had the worst breakup in Jackson. You two were dating for years and were constantly arguing, taking breaks and making up again. The cycle frustrated everyone who hung around you two. You would tell your friends you were single “for real this time,” while Ellie kept her distance waiting for you to knock at her door. Usually you would but if you didn’t, Ellie would sneak into your house and you’d walk in your room to find her sitting on your bed. She’d promise she wouldn’t hurt you again, wouldn’t cheat on you again, and you’d fall into her arms with tears and forgive her. Things would be fine for a week until she’d fuck up again. 

At some point, you decided you really wanted to move on. You had gone to her place and told her to never talk to you again. She thought you were fibbing and showed up to your house while you were sleeping, waking you up to say sorry. When you threatened to shoot her in the leg if she wouldn’t leave, she stormed out and broke the picture frame you had of the two of you on the ground. You blocked her on everything and avoided the places you knew she’d go.

That was a year ago. Of course, you’d spot her somewhere but you would quickly leave to make sure she didn’t see you. What you didn’t know was that she would. She even made new social media accounts to keep up with what you posted. Four months ago, you got into a relationship with a girl named Eliana. Ellie thought it was hilarious, you dating a girl with a similar name as her. You’d post about how sweet she was and Ellie would get angry. She had half a mind to send Eliana a video of her fucking you from behind and claiming it was recent just so you’d come by, yell at her but hopefully give in to her convincing you to be with her.

Ellie would hook up with a new girl almost every night but hated it. They just weren’t you. At some point, she’d let a girl named Sofie come by whenever she wanted. She looked similar to you so it was easy for Ellie to pretend it was you. Although there were similarities, she didn’t even compare to you. She was awful. She didn’t get as wet as you would, which Ellie missed. She was also extremely vanilla. It didn’t bother Ellie that much but it bored her. She gave Sofie a key to come by whenever she wanted to get fucked but Ellie always had to reach out first. It wasn’t often but enough for Sofie to assume they were dating. Ask Ellie and she would say otherwise.

About two months in your relationship with Eliana, you had sex with her for the first time and was disappointed. She wasn’t good at it. You were trying to be patient with her, telling her how to touch you and how to use  a strap but she just wasn’t catching on. She started to get more pissy with you and grew distant. You couldn’t stop thinking about Ellie. You missed her terribly. You’d take the arguments with Ellie over Eliana anyday, at least it would end in hot, angry, makeup sex. You refused to let Eliana touch you. She was getting annoying, always bitching in your ear about shit so miniscule that you couldn’t help but to laugh at her every time she tried to belittle you. You wanted to reach out to Ellie but didn’t know how. You unblocked her on everything instead and hoped you’d receive a text from her.

A month later, you were no longer posting about Eliana and Ellie had taken back the key from Sofie. Ellie noticed your lack of posts. Eliana would post stupid heartbreak poems and dumb shit like “if she wanted to, she would.” Ellie decided to try texting you. It was stupid, she believed you definitely still had her blocked. She sent you a simple “hey,” expecting it to go green. It was blue and said delivered which made Ellie immediately chuck her phone away from her. You responded a couple minutes later, “I was waiting for you to message me.”

You started texting Ellie behind Eliana’s back, talking about how Eliana was tedious and mean. Ellie would sympathize with you, telling you all the right things that made your love for her grow. A couple weeks ago, you got into a fight with Eliana. She brought up a touchy subject with you, something you felt comfortable enough to share that only Ellie knew besides her. You made her leave and called Ellie, crying. She came over to comfort you until it led into a makeout session, then she fucked you for hours. She wanted to overstimulate you to make up for lost time, she wanted to break you, she wanted to make sure you’d come crawling back to her. She would also get real gentle and sweet with you, to remind you how much she loved you without having to say it. But something about you feeling unsure about leaving Eliana for her woke something up in her. The idea of coming around when Eliana wasn’t there to get a taste of you boosted her ego. It was sneaky and gave the both of you an adrenaline rush, the idea of being caught turned the both of you on. 

So you two kept seeing each other. When Eliana would leave, you’d call Ellie and ask her to come over. Or you would leave Eliana’s place and go straight to Ellie’s. Tonight was another night of arguing between you and Eliana. You couldn’t wait for her to leave so you could call Ellie and complain about everything she said. You knew Ellie would come over in a heartbeat.

“You’re so fucking full of yourself,” you spat out. Eliana groaned and reached down to grab her bag. “Yeah, that’s right. Run away from me. That's all you know. Run from all your problems and refuse to take responsibility!”

“Fuck you!” she screamed. “How about you go crawl back to that stupid bitch Ellie. I can’t put up with this bullshit anymore. She can deal with you now.”

“You know what? I just might. At least she knows how to fuck me and make me cum!” you hollered.

Eliana left, slamming the door hard. You scoffed and headed into your room, grabbing your phone off the dresser. You dialed Ellie’s number and held it up to your ear. After a ring and a half, she answered.

“Need me to come over?” she asked. You could hear the smile in her voice.

“I’m so fucking done!” you griped. “I’m over it, Ellie! Over it!”

“Wait, with me?”

“No, with Eliana. She just left,” you said. 

“I’m coming,” Ellie hung up before you could respond.

Ellie shoved her phone in her pocket and looked over at Sofie, who stared down at her twiddling thumbs. “I gotta go, my friend needs me. You should probably go so I can get ready.”

Sofie looked up at her with watering eyes. 

“Sorry, she comes first. She’s been through a lot and-”

“It’s her, isn’t it?” Sofie interrupted. 

Ellie stayed silent, scratching her head and scrunching her nose.

Sofie got up from the couch and turned towards Ellie, placing her hands on her hips. “I should’ve known. You’ll never be over her.”

“Okay, Sofie. I don’t see why you’re bothered about it.”

“Cause we’re dating?”

Ellie chuckled which made Sofie angry. “We are not dating. I fucked you a couple times and that’s it.”

“But you gave me a key to your place?”

“Yeah, to come by whenever you wanted to fuck. I took it back because I don’t want to fuck you anymore. You never used it, anyway,” said Ellie. She was getting frustrated. She wanted to get ready and get to you as soon as possible. “I only let you come by because you said you wanted to talk.”

“Yeah, about us!” Sofie snapped.

“There is no us. There never was. I was clear from the beginning that this was short-term. You were someone to have fun with for a bit. It was alright but it’s done.”

Sofie stormed out, yelling something about how Ellie was a horrible person who used her. Ellie shrugged it off and sent you a quick text. “Getting dressed. I’ll be there soon, sweetheart.”

-

Ellie arrived at your place fifteen minutes later. Instead of knocking, she walked through the door and right into your room. You were already half naked in your bed, wearing a see through tank top and a thong. Ellie smirked, kicking her shoes off and removing her jeans and hoodie. Ellie already had her strap on over her boxers. Your cunt ached, desperate for Ellie’s touch.

“Needy little girl,” she teased, crawling over your trembling body. “I haven’t laid a hand on you yet and you’re already shaking.”

“You don’t know how badly I need this, Ellie.”

“What, your little bitch can’t fuck you good?” she asked in a condescending tone.

“No, Ellie. No one can,” you breathed.

Ellie brushed her fingers down your body, eliciting a moan from your lips. “My little angel, I love that you miss me when I’m gone.”

Her hands reached your panties. You thought she was gonna push them aside but instead she gripped them and tore it off, throwing the ripped fabric off to the side. You groaned, feeling your pussy throb even more. You loved when Ellie was like this. You’ve had to throw away so many panties and tights because of her. You didn’t mind though, she always got you more.

Ellie pressed the tip to your entrance. “Beg for it,” she demanded.

“Please put it in, Ellie!”

“More.”

“I want you inside me! Please,” you whined, bucking your hips forward to try to sink yourself onto her strap. She shoved your waist down and slapped you across the face, watching in awe as you yelped and held your cheek to dull the pain. 

“Don’t fucking pull that again, little whore. I decide if you deserve my cock or not. Are you too stupid to get that? Huh?”

“Y-Yes, Ellie. I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.”

“Good girl. C’mon, keep begging me to fuck you,” she growled.

“I need your cock inside me, please! I want you to fucking ruin me.”

“Yeah, you wanna be my braindead little slut don’t you?” she taunted. “You don’t wanna think about anything but my cock stretching your tight cunt.”

You sighed, struggling to keep still as her hands went all over you. She shoved your shirt above your tits and grabbed them. 

“Fuck me Ellie, please! I can’t take it, I need to feel you. Please,” you cried.

Ellie smirked and put her cock back to your hole, slamming it inside of you. You screamed out, gripping the sheets underneath you. Ellie wrapped her hand around your throat and squeezed tightly as she thrusted into you hard and fast. It was hard to keep your eyes open to watch Ellie. All you could manage to do was squeal in pleasure. You started to get dizzy from the lack of oxygen in your brain. Ellie noticed and took her hand away, caressing your cheek then slapping it.

“You like that, huh? Yeah?”

You couldn’t speak, unable to focus on anything besides the feeling of Ellie’s cock fucking you deeper. 

“Aww, poor pup can’t talk,” she mocked.

She placed her thumb in your mouth and you opened it to suck it. Ellie moaned as you gently bit her. She pulled away and leaned towards you, her breath fanning over your face as she felt herself getting closer from the friction. “You’re mine, all mine,” she whispered. “You belong to me. You’re my pet, my fucktoy to play with. No one fucks you as good as me. Say it!”

“I’m yours,” you whimpered. You could feel your pussy tighten around Ellie’s strap. “I-I belong to you. I’m your… I’m your pet, your f-fucktoy to play with. You can u-use me anytime, anyw-where you want. Oh, fuck, I’m about to cum. P-Please can I cum, Ellie?”

Ellie nodded, giving you the permission to let your orgasm take over you. As your body shook, you absentmindedly cried out that you loved her. Ellie felt a warmth go over her entire body in adoration. 

“That’s it, baby,” she cooed, fucking you through your orgasm. She was close too, all it took was you calling out her name once again and she finished. Ellie collapsed next to you, the both of you breathing heavily and giggling.

“God, I love fucking you,” spoke Ellie.

“I love when you fuck me.”

Ellie glanced over at you, admiring your glazed eyes and red puffy lips. She noticed your cheek was starting to form a bruise. “Shit, I didn’t mean to hit so hard.”

“It’s okay,” you replied. “I don’t mind.”

“It’s gonna be a nasty bruise.”

“It’s from you. It’s okay.”

Ellie relaxed at your assurance and let out a sigh. “Seriously, I wanna know what you ever saw in Eliana. She sounds like such a bitch. I mean, bringing up… y’know? I’d never do that to you. I know I’m not the best but I couldn’t say that to you. I think I’d die if I did that.”

“I saw nothing in her,” you said honestly. “I mean, she was cool at first, I guess. She really was kind. Boring but that’s just because we had nothing in common. I wanted to move on from you. She was a rebound, that’s it.”

“Then why deal with her when you could’ve been with me this entire time?” asked Ellie.

You grinned. “It’s fun, isn’t it? Sneaking around, texting each other behind her back. I hate cheaters but… really, she deserved it. She is not a good person.”

Ellie’s heart stung at the mention of cheaters, suddenly remembering the drunken nights when she’d make out with a random girl at a party or let one grind on her thigh while dancing to make you jealous. She reached over and grabbed your hand, intertwining her fingers with yours.

“I know I always apologize then do the same shit over again. But I swear to you, baby, I’ll never do it again. None of it. Without you, my life was a living hell. I would hook up with different girls but it meant nothing to me. They weren’t you. I only want to be with you. When I lost you… I knew I had really fucked up. I feel like I’ve been given a second chance. Or, well, you’ve given me lots of those but a real one.”

Something told you that Ellie was being genuine. Before, you knew she was lying just to get you to stay but didn’t mind it. You couldn’t live without her. You tried and you were an empty shell. You shouldn’t have gotten into another relationship. You should’ve gone back to Ellie months ago. 

“I believe you, Ellie,” you finally vocalized. “I need you, really.”

A comfortable silence fell over the two of you as Ellie played with your fingers. “You know what’s funny?” you said.

“What?”

“Before I called you, Eliana told me she didn’t want to deal with me anymore and to crawl back to you.”

Ellie opened her mouth to say something but your phone rang. You picked it up to see Eliana’s name across the screen. You groaned, flipping it over to show Ellie. She laughed and grabbed it. “Let me answer!”

“No!” you tried to snatch it away but Ellie held it above you.

“Come on, it’ll be funny,” Ellie begged. “I’ll put it on speaker so you can hear.”

Before you could decline, Ellie answered. You tried to slap her arm but she grabbed your wrist and gave you a look before smiling. “What do you want?” she questioned. 

“Wait, who is this?” Eliana asked.

“It’s me, Ellie.”

“What?”

“Eliana, listen: she took your advice and came ‘crawling’ back to me. You don’t gotta worry about her anymore. She’s in good hands.”

“What the fuck?”

Ellie muted the phone so the two of you could cackle. Whatever Eliana said, neither of you could hear it. Ellie shushed you and unmuted it. “You fucking bitch!” Eliana screamed before Ellie could talk.

“What the fuck did you just call me?”

“Can’t believe you fucking cheated on me with Ellie,” she continued, rambling to herself at this point. 

“She was mine first. She always belonged to me. If you know what’s best for you, you won’t be trying to reach her again. You don’t even wanna know what I’ll do to you if you try it,” Ellie threatened. “I suggest you lose her number. Don’t get stupid and try coming over here.”

Ellie hung up the phone and went to your contacts to delete and block Eliana’s number. She set it on the dresser next to her and turned back to you. “There,” she said proudly. “You don’t have to worry about her no more. You’re my girl.”

“She… definitely deserved that,” you chuckled.

“I kinda wanna fuck you again,” said Ellie, changing the subject.

You bit your lip and swung your leg over Ellie so you were straddling her. You leaned down and kissed her softly. “You know I can’t say no to that.”

[bunnliix]

The Siren on the Stage - Felix x Reader

This is fufilling the wish of my dearest @hongthoven, and I hope you enjoy it my dear Crys. <3 <3 (Also, my first time writing skz smut, so I hope it's good!)

Pairing: Stripper!Felix x Reader Summary: You're out with your best friend for her bachelorette party, and one of the workers catches your eye. wc: 2.8k AU: Stripper!AU Genre: Fluff/Smut warnings: smut MDNI, alcohol mentions, mentions of pre-gaming, people being kinda drunk, strip clubs? duh, cursing, Felix being a menace, I think that's it, smut warnings: handjobs, lots of hickeys, nipple play, and I think that's it nets: @mirohs-aurora-society

This definitely wasn’t a place you would normally visit, but you were here with your best friend, Sofie, for her bachelorette party. The club itself was very well decorated, the atmosphere definitely made the place alluring, never mind the handsome men that worked here. As the party of women made their way to one of the smaller stages in the club, you knew it was the start to a long night. Reaching the seating area around the smaller stage, you all sat down, on the left side of your friend, while waiting for one of the strippers to appear.

“Are you excited to see what handsome man performs for us tonight?” One of the other bridesmaids asked Sofie.

“Of course, but I can’t be too excited.” Sofie replied.

“C’mon, it’s one of your last nights as a single woman, you have to let loose a little bit. It’s not like you’re going to have sex with one of the guys here.” Another bridesmaid spoke up, her words slurring slightly since she had been drinking before they left for the club.

Before anyone could say anything further, someone slunk out from behind the curtains and separated the stage, capturing everyone’s attention. His hair was shoulder length, and reflected the lights, so you almost couldn’t tell what his actual hair color was, but once he stepped into the stage lights, you could see that it was a platinum blonde, almost white, color. He had on an outfit that accentuated every part of him, though it covered more than you would think a stripper would cover.

Despite that, it only made him more attractive to see him more covered up. The sheer sleeve that left his shoulder and the upper part of his arm exposed, the little part of his chest left uncovered by the cut out in the tank top he was wearing, you just couldn’t pull your eyes away from his figure. Before you realized it, the lights on the stage had dimmed, and he had started to walk around the stage, his gait sultry as he made his way to the pole, making eye contact with all of you as he walked around, his hand lightly gripping the pole as he started his dance.

You were mesmerized by him, you couldn’t peel your eyes away from him, he was like a siren, drawing you in. Your fellow bridesmaids and your friend were also losing their minds over the stripper as well. They were cheering him on and screaming out to him, while you sat silently, observing his every move. He felt your eyes on him, and as he came out of a complicated move on the pole, he made eye contact with you, winking before you quickly averted your eyes.

It seemed that your bestie noticed, nudging you in the side. “He’s interested in you. Maybe you’ll get lucky tonight.” She said to you, a little too loudly as the others looked your way, overhearing her words.

“I don’t think strippers take their clients home, nor do they fuck them.” You deadpanned, though internally, you wished he would. What you’d do to have one night with the man performing in front of you.

To your devastation, it wasn’t long before the male’s performance was over, and he strode over with a smile that lit up the world around him, seemingly the opposite of the siren he was during his performance, and it only made you want him more. You wanted to see more sides of this man who you saw for the first time not even half an hour ago.

“Are you ladies enjoying the show tonight?” He speaks to all of you, his eyes only flicking over to you once, making you pout internally.

“Oh we absolutely enjoyed it…” One of the others trailed off, obviously hoping that the man would give his name.

“Felix. It’s nice to meet you all.” He responded with his name, the charisma oozing from his every word and movement. It was almost like he was born to do this, to entertain.

“Felix, that’s such a pretty name.” A couple of the other women, at least one of whom you were sure was married, fawned over him, Though he didn’t really seem to pay them much, if any, attention. Instead, as the conversation went on, and you didn’t insert yourself into it, his eyes kept wandering over to you more and more.

He suddenly turned over to face towards your side of the seats, “You’ve been so quiet this entire time. Cat got your tongue?” He asked, becoming very cheeky.

“You were so entertained with the others, I didn’t want to interrupt your conversation.” You answered, keeping your response short.

“She was just jealous you weren’t paying attention to her!” Your best friend blurted out, as you winced.

“Oh, well don’t be too jealous. I’ll pay attention to you more now, so you won’t have to feel that way. We can even go somewhere more private if you want.” He said, moving closer to you as he did so, as you had to tilt your head up to look at him. He looked down at you, and you could see a mischievous, yet alluring look in his eyes, that only pulled you in more.

Your friend answered for you, once again. “She’d love that! She’s been staring at you all night.” Her answer caused you to look down, wanting to hide under a rock now that you’ve been exposed for your staring.

A delicate hand reached underneath your chin, tilting your head back up to meet Felix’s eyes. “Well, I guess I’ll have to fulfill your wish then, won’t I?” He said, looking down at you with those alluring siren-like eyes. All you could do was nod.

The blonde-haired man reached out for your hand, pulling you up to stand once he had grabbed a hold of one of your hands. He started walking away, tugging you behind him ever so gently, as another couple of men walked over to the bachelorette party to entertain them. He pulled you behind a curtain into a hallway, where you can see several other curtains hiding what you assumed were rooms behind them. You were proven correct when Felix pulled you into one of those rooms, making sure the curtains were pulled tightly. He led you to the couch that was situated towards the back of the room, guiding you to sit down as he stood in front of you.

Once again, a hand reached out to tilt your head upwards so that you were making eye contact once again. “Don’t look away from me darling. I want your gaze on me always, so keep watching me.” He tells you, a smirk appearing on his face.

You watched as he turned around, walking a short distance away from you before turning back around. He must have grabbed a remote in the room when you weren’t looking, as music started to play through the speakers in the room. He kept looking at you as he slowly slid his pants off to reveal that he was wearing shorts underneath, his gaze sultry and solely focused on you, like you were the only person in his world right now.

As he slowly strode back to you, you could see the sides of his shorts were mesh, allowing you just tiny peeks at the skin hidden by the material. You just stared at him until you heard him click his tongue. “I told you to keep looking at me, didn’t I?” You snapped your head back up to look at him, finding he was staring down at you with an eyebrow raised. 

Once he was sure you wouldn’t look away from him again, he moved right into your lap, shocking you. “I know you’ve been watching me since I walked out on that stage tonight, you couldn’t take your eyes off of me. Am I that mesmerizing?” He asked you, his voice deepening the longer he spoke. All you could do was nod, your voice seems to have disappeared.

“Cat got your tongue again, darling?” He questioned, knowing the answer, but wanting to hear your voice.

“N-no. I can speak perfectly fine.” You retorted, though it took effort to get the words out of your mouth. And you were glad that Felix hadn’t done his next actions while you were speaking. If he had wrapped his arms around you while you were talking, you would have choked. As it was, your eyes widened as he did so.

He chuckled, coming in closer to you, as you felt your cheeks heat up from the lack of distance. You felt unable to stare him in the eyes, so you averted your eyes, instead looking at his mouth. Noticing you staring at his lips, he intentionally licked them, making your struggle much harder. You really wished he would stop trying to kill you, you would like to live to see the sun tomorrow morning.

You felt his arm move, and suddenly fingers gripped your chin, stopping any attempts from you at moving your head. “Are my lips pretty, dear? Yours are beautiful too.” He said, his thumb rubbing your bottom lip, and you had to stop yourself from sucking his thumb into your mouth. You managed to hold yourself back, but Felix tilted your head up further, “I want to kiss you. Can I, darling?”

You only responded with a half-whispered, “Please.”

Felix leaned in, closing the gap between the two of you as your lips connected with his. His lips were soft, and despite his prior demeanor, he allowed you control, and you took it without thinking twice, your hand making its way up his back to rest on the back of the man’s neck. Using your hold on his neck, you kept him close as you took over the kiss, swiping your tongue across his bottom lip, being granted access almost instantly. The kiss seemed to go on forever, until Felix pulled away, as both of you needed air.

“Fuck darling, I might need you to kiss me forever if you kiss like that all the time.” He remarked after he got his breath back, his lips slightly swollen from kissing you, though they were such a pretty pink color you couldn’t help but stare at them instead of looking him in the eyes as you both recovered from that kiss.

Wrapping your with arm around his waist, and fuck he had a tiny waist, you pulled him just a tiny bit closer, but instead of going back for another kiss, your mouth attached to his neck, kissing and biting softly. The man didn’t expect it, and you didn’t expect the noises coming out of him as you attacked his neck and collarbone.

“F-Fuck, darling,” He said between heavy breaths, “please, more.”

You smirked into his neck, leaving darker and darker marks and hickeys where you were able to reach. You cursed his top as it left you limited amounts of skin to bite and kiss and suck on. As you moved from one side of his neck to the other, you took a moment to admire your work so far. It made you very satisfied to see how pretty he looked with hickeys covering his freckled skin.

After a couple minutes, you had finished your work on the other side of his neck, leaving him looking like he’d been mauled, but his face held a slightly dazed smile that showed that he enjoyed it.

“Are you good there, Felix?” You asked, slightly concerned despite the smile on his face.

“I’m just fine darling,” He replied, looking down at you. “I think you’ve covered a good amount of me in hickeys though.” He finished, chuckling.

You may have gotten a bit carried away, but when the pretty man reacted the way he did, could anyone blame you for carrying on? Before you could respond to him, he shocked you a bit by slowly pulling off the slightly intricate top he was wearing, leaving his chest entirely bare. Your eyes wandered the flawless skin that was hidden underneath his clothing, and found patterns and constellations of freckles that had been covered by his top. You found yourself tracing these patterns with your fingers, getting distracted before a cough pulled your focus away from his chest.

“Are my freckles that attention-grabbing, that you can’t help but focus only on them?” He teased you, as you looked down in slight embarrassment.

“I can’t help but look at every part of you because you’re pretty.” You mumbled out in response, still refusing to look at him.

You heard him chuckle from above you, before, for the millionth time it seemed, a hand lifted your head once again before he asked you, “Are you not going to finish what you started, love?”

Somehow you’re emboldened by his words, because you needed him to stop flustering you, and you push him down on the seat next to you on this couch, clambering on top of him and straddling his thighs. You don’t leave him any time to speak as you lean down, starting to leave a trail of kisses and bites on his collarbone and down his chest, peeking up to see that the man was staring at you, his eyes blown wide and focused solely on you and your actions. You felt his bulge slightly poking against your stomach, and smirked against his skin before pulling away and asking him, “Is someone a little excited?”

Felix’s face flushed, but his eyes never left yours as he nodded. You didn’t expect him to be so submissive, but honestly, it was adorable and the exact opposite of his stage persona.

“Do you want me to take care of it?” You questioned, to which you got an unexpectedly fast nod to. “I need words, Felix dear.”

“Please, darling,” He pleaded.

“Your wish is my command,” You said as you resumed your prior actions, biting and nipping at his chest as a hand snaked down under his shorts, surprised to find that he wore nothing underneath them. You wrapped your hand around his length, using the precum leaking out of the tip to make it easier to stroke him. You started out slow as you continued to nip and kiss at his chest, not wanting to rush, but the small thrusts of his hips made taking it slowly next to impossible.

“Please, darling. I need more,” he begged you.

You sped up the pace of your strokes, while you moved your mouth to his right nipple, lightly biting down as he arched up into you, a whimper falling out of his mouth.

“Darling please, I’m getting close, please I need more,” he said through moans, as he watched you though lust-filled eyes.

You continued your ministrations to his cock and his nipples, relishing in the sounds that he was making as you pleasured him. Every couple of strokes, you’d tease the tip of his cock, and every time you did, it brought him closer to his release.

“Darling, please, I’m so fucking close. Just a little more,” He told you, groaning as your grip got just the tiniest bit tighter. It was only a couple more strokes before Felix came on your hand, and in his shorts. As he did, you kept softly stroking him through his orgasm, as you pulled your mouth away from his nipples and finally observed your work. The Australian man looked absolutely wrecked, his eyes blown wide and his chest and torso were covered in marks from you, but fuck he looked amazing like that.

“I didn’t think you would be like this darling, but I can’t find myself regretting any of this.” Felix told you after a couple of moments, needing a small amount of time to get his brain working again, as well as to get his breath back.

“I didn’t think my night would end up like this, but I don’t regret it either. And it’s all because you were like a siren on that stage, drawing me to my death. Though in this case, I think my death is quite amazing.” You laughed as you moved off of him, letting him sit up. Though instead of staying upright, he pushed you over so the two of you laid down with him on top of you.

“Let’s stay here for a little while. No one will know I’m missing,” he said, trying to convince you and completely forgetting he was technically pinning you to the couch/seats.

“Well since you’re laying on top of me, I can’t really say no, can I?” You replied, your question being completely rhetorical.

“No you can’t.” He said, not wasting any words. And that is how you two spent the next couple of hours, until you were found by one of Felix’s coworkers.

“Really, Felix? I’m never going to be able to use this room again now that you’ve been fucked in here.” Hyunjin complained.

“Fuck off, Hyunjin.”

Taglist: @callmeghostly @bethelighthalazia @rems-writing (since y'all are thirsty for Stripper Felix)

[rojacatmisa]

Chapter 3 ➺ Calmly panicking 

Starting over In Madrid

Misa Rodriguez x Reader (Nicky/first person)

After moving to Madrid as the new Real Madrid photographer, Nicky's eyes can't look away from the pretty face of Misa Rodriguez. But how is she going to handle her growing desire for the Canarian goalkeeper when her working contract's strictly forbidding her to date players?

Chapter 1 ➺ A harder job than I thought Chapter 2 ➺ Clearly on a bad slope

Holà, this is chapter 3. Not sure about the trigger warnings but I don't think it needs one. I think the way I want to tell my story works better by leaving some suspense. Let's say it's a slow burn and obviously and they will make out one day, so at a time there will be some explicit but not crude scenes. Reminder: I'm french. Don't hesitate to tell me if there there's very strange sentences or things you don't get. Sorry I hope to get better by writing.  

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"That one’s actually very good, Hayley !" The camera screen displayed the goalkeeper in the air, her jumping body suspended as she grabbed the ball in her gloves. Droplets of sweat nimbed her forehead and spread all around her. Her thick brows were frowned in the effort. In addition to her beauty, what made the photo stood out was the technically tricky to capture action of Misa s’moving body. 

Things were surprisingly going well at the Ciudad. Nothing had changed between Misa and I and as I was getting very fond of my job so I had commited for it to stay that way. We were having photo lessons almost every day after training sessions, occasionally joined by the northern girls Sofie, Freja and Caroline. But most of the time, it was the three of us that sat in a pitch corner, talking for hours until the staff would finally kicked us out of the stadium. 

"Thanks Nicky! I’m thinking about buying a camera, I love photography for real!." Boasted Hayley. 

"You should, teacher says you’re ready". Hayley had indeed proven herself an implicated student. She had applied my technical advices but she had also been willing to experiment on her own. As a result, she showed a taste for moving models and lights effects. Sometimes she would take neat actions with sharp details, sometime she’d rather set the presets to create blurry scenes where the bodies outlines melted in the background. 

As to Misa… well Misa’s photos were Misa’s. She was having a hard time to concentrate and her taste level was really questionnable. She would put too much grain or contrast. Every shots were oddly framed. When I tried to guide her toward subtler artistic choices, she had said "Pero me gusta el efecto !" or "Vale Nicky, but I am the artist" with her now well known over the top manners. Misa was much: pretty, athletic, funny, goofy… and stubborn. She was doing everything at a hundred per cent, perhaps except listening.

So, I was rather irritated when she sat on the grass, ostentatiously sulking because I had not complimented her own work. Hayley, of course, wasn’t helping. "Maria Isabel hasn’t done her homework but wants to be praised!". 

"I did but teacher doesn’t like me !" She moaned. 

"Maria Isabel should be in detention." I said calmly. 

"Por qué !? No !" She shot me an offended look and grumpily crossed her arms on her chest. 

"Porque no escuchas nada and teacher is fed up." I was clearly enjoying myself at teasing Misa with the most calm. 

"You don’t like my style, that’s all." She laid on her back, arms still crossed. Hayley walked over her, bent and angled the camera into her face and started taking pictures of the moody girl. "It’s because you don’t have one sweetie" She said. Misa opened her mouth wide, outraged. She rolled over on her belly, hiding her face from Hayley unceasing photoshoot. "Come on Misa! I’m sure you can do better, you’re not even trying!" 

"I may have one last idea to help Misa get it…"Both head turned to me." There is a photo exhibit at Matadero Art Center just now. Maybe we should give it a try. And Misa will find what she likes." 

"That would be great !" Said Hayley. She had stopped taking pictures and was now sat besides the goalkeeper. Misa moved to the side. "I already know what I like" she said frowning. We stared at her, eyebrows raised. "All right, we’ll go to your museo…". She sat up still pouting. "But before…" She stood up and reached out to me with an incredible speed. She easily heaved me in her arms and had me laying on my back before I got to know what was happening. "Misaaaa what the fuck ?!"

Misa, on all four over me, smirked and pined me to the ground with her strong hands. "Let’s switch roles ! Hayley come over and take some silly photos of Nicky for a change !" I was laughing hard and… getting aroused by Misa topping me. Her firms grasp and her weight were burying my hands into the grass. A naughty smile appeared on her beautiful face. "Let me go !" I shouted. I was breathing hard from struggle against her and from growing frankly excited. Hayley clicked madly on the camera trigger. She couldn’t see Misa’s penetrating gaze. Was it me or was she breathing harder too while keeping me lying down didn’t seem to cost her in the slightest? I closed my eyelid, too aware of the lens focused on me to look Misa in the eyes. Too turned on by everything that was going on… appart from the oppressing clicking noise and Hayley’s presence. 

"I think we’re good and that it will be ugly, I promise" I heard Hayley. I felt the pression of Misa’s hands disappeared. I opened my eyes to find she had straighten up. Her legs on each side of my waist, she was peering down at me intensely. "I think you deserved that" she said, satisfied. 

"I don’t think I deserved that much" I responded, catching my breath. 

"You two, go get a room it’s becoming embarrassing ! Cuidad is closing, we have to leave". I had almost forgotten Hayley. Her voice was taking me back to reality. We both smiled nervously. 

Misa got up, held out her hands to help me standing. As I took them she pulled me a bit too strongly, I lost balance and landed against her. My mouth touched the base of her neck only a second. She smelled a mix of sweat and perfume. She steadied me in her arms an instant. "I just saved the teacher, does it mean I’m no longer in detention ?" She released me. She hadn’t lost her smirk. 

I composed myself again and took my authoritarian tone at once. "You are grounded for a month, both of you ! And in detention at the museum without question!"  

***

I called Angela on the evening. I felt the urged to talk. Not especially about me. I just wanted to feel the connection with my best mate again but surely the conversation topic went on my new footballer friends. 

"… and you’ve given them photo lessons almost every day ? Wow, Nicky I didn’t know you had that kind of patience !" 

"How you would you know Angela, Madrid is changing me. I am a much more sensible and patiente personne." 

"Still hard to believe… Anyway, I’m glad you hang with them. I like this Hayley, fuck the clause I would have seen you getting together. She has a sensitive fiber like you and seems fun !"

"humm, no Hayley’s a friend." I was laying down in my bed, calling Angela for at least an hour and a half now. I pictured Hayley in my mind. In derry, she was the total package and the two of us were really getting along well. But as pretty as she was, I wasn’t attracted by her. I was, despite all my efforts, always caught up with my attraction to Misa. Her poor photographer skills and moody behavior were so endearing to me and I felt more and more charmed by the goalkeeper’s whole personality. 

"Nicky are you there ?" I didn’t realized I had stopped listening. 

"Sorry ? What ?" 

"I was saying I admire you, just being friend with such hotties ! I couldn’t !

"Yeah, incredible right ?! I closed my eyes, I was sure Angela had heard the nervousness of my tone.  

"Oh no Nicky! Which one ?!" I smiled. It felt good she knew me so well.

"You won’t believe me…" 

"Spit it out !"

"It’s Misa…" I was gazing at the celling, my absent smile widened as I spoke her name. 

"Misa?? But she seems… I mean you don’t seem to have a lot in common."

"I know, anyway I shouldn’t even think about it…"

"But you do… ?" 

I heavily sighed. Misa’s smirking face appeared in front of my eyes. "Yes… but I also think about the clause, the fact that I’m bound to it, that my working visa depends on this job that I love, and so is my lease…"

"Ok ok Nicky it’s alright, calm down. You’re finding a girl cute, what a big deal? You’re at least allowed that ! You are not doing anything wrong, you’re not doing anything at all, relax !" 

"You’re right" As usual, Angela had found the words to reassure me. "But still, fucking clause !" I sweared. 

"Fucking clause…" echoed Angela. 

***

I received a message from Hayley on the morning before the exhibition visit. 

My family are paying me a surprise visit just now. They came from Sidney I had no idea !!! This is crazy sorry for the museum I really wanted to go but I’ll spend the day with them. Im so happy 

I answered it was ok and to enjoy her family time. Then I texted Misa. 

"Hayley’s family’s just showed up and she can’t come. Do you still wanna go ?"

Misa’s text bubble appeared and disappeared a few times leaving me wondering what answer I was wishing for. 

"Do I have the choice ? I thought it was my punishment…" 

I grined, loving her playful side. Or was she … flirting ? 

"You’re right but teacher would rather you go to your detention willingly." 

"huh teacher wants a lot. What else teacher wants from me ?" 

I gasped. She was flirting ! My mind ran wild, imagining the numerous things I craved from Misa. I breathed out deeply, tried to focus again as I pictured myself fiery kissing her. I had to take control of my brain again. I had to bury the surging wave of desire I felt at the simple idea of Misa wishing to give me what I wanted. 

"Teacher wants you to have a good time" was the most diplomatic and sober answer I could come up with. I quickly added "See you then" to put a stop to that dangerous conversation. 

"I’d say let’s see what’s going to happen. See you Nicky"

Wow, she was going for real ! How the hell was I going to survive the afternoon ?! 

***

I was gulping down hard when I joined Misa at the entrance of Matadero Arts Center of Madrid. I felt so tensed when we hugged but Misa appeared to be her usual self. Once again, she gave no sign that something was going on between us and once again I wondered if I hadn’t misjudged her intentions. 

We headed inside. The center was formed by many huge bricked houses which happened to be old slaughterhouses. None of the previous gloomy functions of the place has remained, it was now very pleasant to walk in the large aisles between the red buildings. In the middle of the afternoon, the sun was knocking hard on our heads. Misa was looking all around us, her hand above her dazzled eyes. "It’s a shame I’ve never been there before, living all these years in Madrid" 

We reached the exhibition hall a few minutes later. I bought the tickets. Misa was following me closely. She clearly wasn’t in her element as we moved forward inside the vast hall. The exhibition was called "Deportes: fotografía en movimiento" and shown various approaches of taking picture of athletes. I was surprised to see Misa very focused. She looked at each photo, paused a long time when she seemed interested or intrigued by something. 

"Misa, look at this one" The framed picture was showing gymnasts doing incredible acrobatic tricks. "Look at the geometric composition, that's what I was trying to explain about framing." Misa shook her head with enthusiasm. "I think I get it now, yes. But I have found what I want to do." 

She took my hand and led me to a more hidden corner where another series of photos were displayed on the walls. "Wait, what ?" I let out. There were cats and dogs on every pictures, and even a baby pig. "They are the athlete’s pets" She said happily. She hasn’t let go of my hand. "I think I want to photograph animals, or nature." She came to face me with the cutest smile, and thought I had severe doubts this was going to help Misa progress technically, I replied "Yes! Ok! Let’s give a try on naturalistic photography!". 

She smiled more widely, her hand still in mine, and her fingers softly stroked my palm while she loosened her grip. I started to panic. Her lips wore a more discreet smile as she watched me unsurely. She took a step forward. I had to react quickly but I didn’t want her to feel rejected. 

"Come on, I’m taking you to the park along the river. There is plenty of birds and plants for you to shoot." I grasped her hand back to take us out of the hall and out of the prickly situation. 

However, as we arrived at the park, I realized I had put myself in an even more perilous condition. The sun was setting. A light breeze was blowing in the trees. Birds were melodiously twitting nearby. An empty bench shield from the view was waiting for us at the end of a very lovely flowery path. I tried hard not to look at Misa. She was walking close to me, unusually quiet. I dared to take a look at her. She caught my side-eye and a shy smile appeared on her lips. What did I do? She was probably getting all wrong, imagining I had picked such a romantic place on purpose! 

We reached the oh so welcoming bench. None of us spoke as we sat. I starred at the distance. I was feeling my heart pounding hard in my chest. Misa was looking at her laps, timid all of a sudden. I had to say something. 

"You should try to shoot those flowers for a start" I tried as a diversion. "The red and bleu ones that look like the Barça kit. See, I’ve learnt about football." I added wanting to diminish the growing tension. "Oh no Barça please…" She rubbed a hand across her face. I had clearly said the wrong thing. 

"Sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you" I put my hand on her shoulder. Her long hair was partially hiding her face. "Do… do you want to talk about it ?" I said hesitantly. She tensed. 

"You don’t know about the Clasico. We keep loosing against them every times and honestly, I’m used to it. It’s ok even though I’m doing my best but…" her voice trailed down as she took a deep breath. "Next Clasico is one week away and that’s the finale of the Copa de la Reina." She lifted her head to look me in the eyes. "I don’t know if I can take the pressure this time..." She was talking so openly to me. The fierce and funny goalkeeper was allowing her unsecured part to finally surface. And that was when I realized I cared for her. 

I took Misa into a hug. She sighed and buried her face in my neck. "You can do it Misa. I don’t know you for very long but I am certain that you can." She stayed there, her heavy breathing gently blowing my hair. "I really want to win!" She almost cried. "We keep doing better but we haven’t won any Spanish championship! Quiero ganar ostia!" She lifted her head again and I stopped hugging her. I was glad to see a frustrated grin back on her face. "You can do it! Hala Madrid! I feel part of the family now." I genuinely said to boost her up. She let out a soft laugh and ran her fingers through her hair. She took my hand again. "Gracias" she muttered. Her brown eyes found mine again. Her expression was so soft at this very moment. Her gaze went down to my mouth. I wanted to kiss her so bad. Her slightly parted lips quivered. My chest was about to explode as I slowly moved my face closer to hers.

At that precise moment, a loud buzzing sound came from Misa's pocket and had us both jump in fear. Misa straightened herself and took her phone out. I sled appart on the bench, breathing out a mix of relief and deep frustration. 

"Holà Jenni" Misa answered in a slightly irritated voice. "no, no conozco las noticias…" She rolled her eyes at me. I was too shaken to be amused by the situation. Misa and Jenni kept on talking on the phone. In fact, it was more like Misa was listening to an unstoppable Jenni. I wasn’t getting much of the quick flowing Spanish of Misa. Besides, I was once again buried deep in my thoughts. My heart and reason were battling heavily against each other. Misa was getting seriously annoyed the call wouldn’t finish. She was founding hard to even speak a world between the endless sentences of her best friend. She turned for me to read the word "Perdón!" on her lips several times as I scrolled mechanically on my phone. 

Minutes went by and night started to fall when Misa finally hung up. "I’m so sorry I should never have taken that call !" She sighted. I got up quickly "No prob. But it’s getting late, we should get going". Reason had won over heart for now. Or at least, chance had buy me time to really sort things out. Misa looked up at me, surprised. She hadn’t expected that. This time I didn’t dared to even take a glimpse at her. As I gave her no reaction, she let her head fall down in her hands. I heard her taking a deep breath before she finally stood up and started following me. 

Lulled by the light swing of the train, a part of me had cooled down. An other part was going crazy for real. Misa was wanting me. A calm, almost pleasant panic was filling me entirely on the way home. 

Chapter 4 ➺ Hell Clasico

[maefansblog]

Season 4 Speculation

It's Benedict's Season, we think! WooHoo!

We know my favorite couple Colin and Penelope will be still in the show! Even if it is for a little while.

Eloise is still in the show!

In the prior seasons, we do get backstories in the season prior to set up the story. Anthony's mistress in Season 1, Colin's Lord Featherington plot in Season 2, Benedict's discovery of his sexuality in Season 3, Now Eloise's letters to Philip in Season 4.

Since Eloise and Benedict are so close, once he finally is with his love, Eloise is going to feel so alone. Anthony, Benedict, Colin, Daphne, Francesca, and even Penelope all have someone. It parallels where Eloise is at the end of Romancing Mister Bridgerton and the beginning of her book, To Sir Philip With Love.

We know that Benedict has a disdain for society. I think he will not be in Mayfair for long and will go to My Cottage.

MAIN: BENEDICT is trying to find out who he is. He is filled with doubts about his greatest passion in life: art. He has a lot of love in his heart, for his family, for his parents, for his lovers, and his friends. When he meets the Lady in Silver, he is going to fall madly in love and not stop searching for her for the rest of the season. Benedict doesn't know who she is, though, and still has a lot of love in his heart as he has discovered through Lady Tilley and Paul. When he meets Sofie, he's going to want to protect her and finds himself falling in love with her, too. He has already started to not like society. When they finally resolve all of their issues, I think it will make sense for Benedict to reject Society and stay at My Cottage.

Secondary: Eloise's growth needs to make sense if they are even going to loosely follow the book. For me, I always saw Eloise as someone deeply troubled by the loss of her Father, scared of the pains of childbirth, afraid that she will never do something with her life and someone who needs to break away from society. The loss of her father wounds her from wanting to find love, so when Benedict told her, Love is not Finite, that ended up really striking Eloise to the core.

Eloise and Benedict are so close.Eloise and Pen's relationship is better and is changed, just like so many friendships.

Episode 1 will have Eloise talking about her experiences with Francesca and John. She probably has a new friend in Michaela. Her world is expanding. I think around episode 2 or 3, we will get the news of Marina and Phillip. Pen, Colin, and Eloise will be going to Romney Hall possibly for the funeral. It's either this or news that is brought by letter and they just have discussions. I think this might let the show be better than the book because here Eloise won't be marrying her late cousin's husband, but her sister-in-law's late cousin's husband.

When returning to the Dowager House with Violet, she is shocked by how empty the house is. She probably will be very secretive. She will probably disappear during a ball around episode 7 or 8. We won't find out until Season 5 that it's because she's been writing letters to Philip, and she left to become Amanda's and Oliver's governess.

Third: Penelope and Colin are married and deeply in love. Colin is eating and writing. Penelope is editing and taking care of baby Lord Featherington. There might be backlash in certain societal circles. Colin will be protective and claim that she's his wife. I think Lady Danbury will be becoming a steady confidante to Penelope, so Baby Agatha can make an appearance in later seasons.

We know Kate and Anthony will be in the season. We will probably see baby Edmund, Anthony being a Viscount and Kate having lovey dovey moments.

Violet will move into the Dowager House with Hyacinth and Gregory. Gregory is telling stories about Eton. Hyacinth is investigating and loving all the great love stories happening around her.

Season 4 should be a good one. I just hope it doesn't take 2 years. I've said it once, and I'll say it again, if you can't do the main story justice, don't add a spin-off. Develop the characters within the story. Bridgerton has around 8 Seasons to grow their characters fully.

So here's to Season 4! Let's go, Benedict!!

[9w1ft]

hi! thanks for reading and being curious ☺️

here’s link to a bunch of clips everyone has collected from that show so i will let you come to your own conclusion but i see so much love in her expression

as for where she sat, you can read a more analysis style writeup i did about it here:

but the tldr is that i was at sofi stadium for the 8/3 show that week, and my seat was the section next to where she ended up being seated, so i know what everything looked like. and i can confidently say that her area was noticeably sectioned off, inaccessible to me, with its own separate box/concessions area at the top of the section. the maps of the stadium layout also mark the area as vip. other celebrities were also in karlie’s section. so it wasn’t general seating.

to me the setup was no different than something like this:

as far as we have seen she was not photographed in the vip tent during the night though i did see a tweet, but to be completely honest i would hope she didn’t go to floor because she was 2 weeks postpartum and with the amount of hate and threats she gets from swifties, i wouldn’t want her there to be ogled at or potentially harassed.

instead we got taylor smiling and looking at her section all night long, and proof that taylor could see her from her vantage point (see link above for more about that and more clips but ill include some gifs here for people who are immune to pull media)

(side note i love how easy it was at the time to find clips of her staring because it was the night she debuted all of her blue looks for the first time so we got all these visuals that were undeniable because oh that’s right 1989 tv was announced!! (and yet she played a rep song as surprise song, new year’s day, which is a seminal kaylor song. but i digress))

anyways, all and all i’m not sure why it would matter either way where she was sitting that night, if you were convinced they could be together if only it wasn’t for karlie not sitting in the vip tent. because the whole premise of their relationship right now would be that they aren’t being public about it. so if that is the case, why would they want karlie in the vip tent if that would have been the thing that would have convinced everybody? i think it was more of a comfort issue.

so yeah! these are my thoughts.

[sincerely-sofie]

Chapter 2 of Sofie Plays "Slay the Princess": The Beast (Part 1)

*banging fists on table* TIME LOOP TIME LOOP TIME LOOP T---

[ Beginning ] - [ Previous Part ] - [ Next Part ]

Here we go.

... The Narrator has to be aware of the time loop. Right? Is he playing dumb? I have questions.

"VOICE OF THE HUNTED" HELLO???? EXCUSE ME?????????

The narrator definitely isn't aware of the time loop. And I am pouting because he is correct about why I died.

Okay. Theory time. For every loop we go through, the Hero of that loop goes on to become a new "Voice of the _____" that hangs out in our head in subsequent loops. Very interesting if true! Now please be quiet, the Hero is thinking about what on earth to do with the knowledge that he's in a time loop that may or may not have only looped over once, and he could die for realsies at any moment.

Asked the narrator how someone who's supposedly just a princess could tear me apart with only one hand to spare and while bleeding heavily from an impromptu amputation. He definitely doesn't know as much as he implies. Which begs the question: If he doesn't know the extent of how dangerous the Princess is, why does he want her dead? I suppose that her ending the world somehow is reason enough to want the Princess six feet under, but this is concerning. I'm in over my head.

I demanded information about who locked the Princess in the basement and where on earth am I, and the Narrator is helpful as ever.

I then asked him why the people who imprisoned her couldn't have done the deed themselves, and I can't tell if this is an attempt to flatter me into doing what he wants or if he's being genuine:

Hero, honey, you're an idiot. Hunted worries after this exchange that special can mean a lot of things and we need to be careful, and he's right. Special can mean anything from a chosen hero to a secret menu item.

I asked for more info and now I'm starting to suspect that the Princess is an infohazard SCP kinda deal.

YEAHHHHH YOU GET HIS CRYPTIC NONSENSICAL REAR, HUNTED!!!

Turned around and left instead of returning to the cabin to kill the Princess (or is she a Beast by now?) and all of these dialogue options responding to the Narrator are GOLD. How can I pick just one???

I'm having second thoughts about leaving. I'm in a forest. I have a feeling I'll be confronting an especially beastly Princess whether I like it or not. Judging by the Princess I encountered before, she's not as restricted to the basement as one may like to think. Heck, she could be out there stalking me through the undergrowth as I speak. I'd probably be safer in a manmade cottage than out in the woods. I decided to go to the cabin.

What do you mean "a warning", Narrator? HMMM?

Oh. He's just repeating his advice from last time. I was (extra) scared for nothing.

Hunted. I hate to break it to you. But I don't know if we can trust even that.

THIS IS NOT THE CABIN I ENTERED BEFORE AND I DO NOT LIKE HOW DUTCH ANGLED EVERYTHING IS. THAT MIRROR IS NOT SHAPED LIKE A FRIEND. I AM SCARED

I asked the Narrator about the mirror not being there before. Hunted, I would like to ask you about the status of us being able to trust our eyes. Got anything you'd like to weigh in with? Please?

Thx Hunted sweetie ilu and i hope you're not too terrified of the fate we will inevitably meet in the basement <3

Took the option to wipe the mirror clean and there are so many questions to ask right now. First: Why has the mirror vanished upon my attempt to interact with it? Second: Why can't the Narrator see it? Third: Am I tripping? Am I on drugs? Am I the Beast this chapter is titled after? Did the time loop change my appearance as well?

Okay no. The Hero and Hunted both are entirely unbothered by our arm looking like that, so either they can't see the difference and only the player is aware of it, or the birdman allegations I've seen in scattered pieces of fanart are true.

... why is it an option to enter the basement without the blade. WHY IS IT AN OPTION TO ENTER THE BASEMENT WITHOUT THE BLADE. What sort of impact would that have on the narrative???? Do I just insta-die????

Nope! Don't like the fact that I can hear her creeping through the undergrowth while typing out this note! That isn't cool and groovy and I would like to go home now!

EASY FOR YOU TO SAY, MR. DISEMBODIED VOICE IN MY HEAD

... pspspspspspspsps?

(Continuing this in the next installment--- I ran out of images that I can use in this post!)

[formulalfc]

I’m in desperate need some someone to write something about Trent and his sweater paws cause he always looks like a sofie. So I thought I’d come to the best.<3

:((( love you, that may be the nicest compliment ever, i didn't really know where to go with this so it's short but i hope you like <3

your boyfriend trent always has his hands up his sleeves, no matter what he is wearing he makes sure that they are pulled over his fingers. you tried to get him to wear gloves cause if his hands are cold then surely that's the obvious answer??? but he just won't wear them. and you're like so upset cause every time you try to hold his hand when you're out you just get his sleeves. he giggles at the pout on your lips and pulls your hand and his into his pocket, giving you three gentle squeezes to say i love you.

inbox is open send me some ramble requests <3

[akirakan]

"I've been meaning to do a post of this for a while, but it was still difficult since I still had hope and I didn't want to surrender.

I can't find any words to thank you for all the love you've given to Onyx Equinox. Even with 3 years with no announcement for a second season. But I think it's time to tell you that it won't be possible do to many reasons outside of my power.

Crunchyr*ll studio shutdown a few years after Sony's acquisition. And I have no power on the series. I wanted to give you music but it couldn't be. Also a comic. It's sad, but that's how the industry works. I still want to to give you details about how the series would move forward- and like that give some sort of conclusion to y'all.

Alas. I feel fortunate for having the opportunity to tell the story of Onyx Equinox as my debut as a showrunner. I hope OE inspires you to make your own stories! Keep supporting other mexican creators and help yourselves.

Again, thank you si much for all the support. We'll see each other again soon with a new story that I hope you'll like 💖

Sofi"

Sofia Alexander officially confirms that a second season -or any sort of continuation- of Onyx Equinox won't happen.

[wolveswarrior124]

TMNT AU X SPACE EGYPTIAN

Chapter 2

Sorry that it took so long 😞.... Because I really want to put the dark theme where Raph and Casey meet Sofi Maryahishah. While Raphael, on the other hand, is so hard to draw him as a turtle. Anyways I hope you guys like it.

<– - Chapter 1

Chapter 3

[barcalover86]

part 2 of You don't want to speak make her love him

PEDRI ONE SHOT part 2

Summary: After your moment with Pedri things are starting to go crazy.

Little spoiler alert, so you know what happens!!! > Fans took photos and videos of you two and things...didn't really go fine.

Angst, smut

Here is part 1 👆

Please send me more requests! Hope you like it. Enjoy!

When Pedri felt your head on his shoulder, his eyes closed, wanting to feel your skin on his.

When you touched Pedri, everything seemed to calm down. In this moment, only you and Pedri existed. You didn't know what you felt for him, but you know that when you heard his words about you, made your stomach full of butterflies .

You didn't stay long because Pedri had to go home and drive Gavi as well, so after about 3 minutes he hardly made the decision to leave.

You didn't say anything to eachother, remaining silent until you were alone in the room.

You still had a few hours at work, but all you thought about was him. You were so scared to feel love, but at the same time, you felt it was the right thing to do. Maybe a little support from a boy couldn't be that bad, but you were totally wrong.

The first few days were amazing. You still didn't talk much, but felt some trust in Pedri, so you weren't totally silent.

Your sister begged you to bring her again at the training camp, so when Pedri saw Sofi, he was the happiest. While you were with both of them, you were talking. Pedri was usually telling your little girl some stories from trainings and matches that you two enjoyed listening.

When something fun happened, you laughed and that made Pedri proud of himself.

He thought that your voice was the most beautiful one. He wanted to hear it everyday.

While Pedri was standing more after training, spending time with you and Sofi, Gavi had to go home with other players or his parents. Fans were starting to put questions of how the two boys had a fight.

Gavi understood his friend and was happy that he might have found a perfect girl.

Everything bad began when Pedri asked your little sister if she wanted to go to the next match. She happily agreed. You wanted to see him, but didn't know if that was a great idea.

The match was in 2 days. These days, the players had to train more, so you didn't talk to the boy at all, nor did your sister come to stay with you.

You worked hard and helped your boss a lot . You also worked with the younger players from the academy and learned to do recovery sessions.

When the match arrived, you were told that Pedri reserved 3 seats for your family right at VIP.

The view was amazing. This was really an important match, because it was the last one at Camp Nou.

This was your very first time to this stadium, but also your very last and you wanted to enjoy it more than everything.

The match was amazing, but the atmosphere.. something you couldn't describe at all. You promised yourself to go to football matches at least one per month.

When it was all over, you wanted to go home because it was really late, but when you stood up and looked next to you, your mom and sister were gone. You took your phone to call them, but saw a message that said to go look after Pedri, they were both alright. You surely knew this was Sofi's idea.

You didn't want to go on the field to not get attention, so you waited 30 minutes more for the stadium to be empty.

You saw Pedri coming to you.

"Felicidades, Pedri! Quieres hablar de algo? Realmente quiero ir a casa." "Congratulations, Pedri! Do you want to talk about something? I really want to go home"

"Esta noche te quedas conmigo, belleza. Vamos a una fiesta y después puedes dormir en nuestro hotel." (Tonight you stay with me, beauty. We're going to a party and then you can sleep in our hotel.)

"Pedri, no-" you were about to say until he interrupted you.

"Nada" he smiled.

He took you to the barca's party. You weren't comfortable at first, but then went to some people that you were on good terms with. You drink a cocktail, but it really made you almost fall out of your feet because you usually don't drink alcohol at all.

You had fun for about 2 hours until Pedri told you it was time for you to sleep.

He took your hand and went to the hotel where all the players were staying for tonight.

The room was huge, but only had one bed.

"No te preocupes, dormirás solo, duermo en lo de Ferran" (Don't worry, you'll sleep alone. I will sleep at Ferran's)

He left you alone in this room. You didn't even have clothes to change into, and didn't want to sleep in jeans so you got them off of your body, leaving you in a barca's t-shirt (Pedri's nr) and your black underwear.

It was 4 in the morning, and you couldn't sleep. You all the time slept with someone because you were scared. Having an abused dad isn't a nice trauma.

You decided to knock on Ferran's door, knowing it because his name was on his door. Surprisingly, Pedri opened up and when he saw you staying there with puffy and tired eyes AND in only your underwear, he felt a lot of things.

He immediately snapped his arms around your body like someone was watching your legs. You looked confused, but didn't mind. Alcohol effects.

You told him that you can't sleep alone and he went to Ferran telling him that "his girl needs him" and then left with you to your room.

He looked so beautiful and peaceful. His eyes were almost closed. He must be really tired.

He laid next to you. He eventually fell asleep. You still couldn't close your eyes and stood up to wash your face.

"Nu puedes dormir?" he asked quietly.

"Mhm, no puedo" you replied.

"Deja que te ayude" (let me help you)

You looked at him confused.

Intimate moments with Pedri, DO NOT read if you feel uncomfortable.

He told you to lay down and to relax.

He asked if he could take his underwear off and you looked at him in shock. You never did such thing and you were so embarrassed.

At the same time, it felt right.

You slowly nodded your head.

"Necesito palabras" said Pedri

"Si" you replied.

He took you underwear and put his face inside your tights. He didn't even touch you, but his breath already made you want to come. You didn't want to moan, but it was impossible.

"Déjame escuchar tus gemidos, mi ángel" (let me hear your whimpers)

Right now, you couldn't stop moaning. Not loudly, but slowly and quietly. Pedri was in love with your voice.

After 2 minutes you came. Pedri took a towel and cleaned you. In another 2 minutes, you were asleep.

You two woke up in each other's arms around 12 p.m. and when you went through your phone, you couldn't believe your eyes. Photos of you and Pedri walking to the hotel. People saying that you were his other hoe and that made your heart broke.

How could you be so stupid?

I hope you like this. Let me know if you want part 3!

Don't forget to send me requests!!

NOT MY GIF!

[frost-queen]

how did you like the season 3 of bridgertons?

I liked the first half, the second half felt like a disappointment or so out of line. After episode 5 or 6 Polin seemed to become side charachters 😒 while it was their season! The side-stories took complete control in the second half. I found their scenes sometimes awkward in part 2. I felt second hand embarrassement. The Benny scene's urgh I skipped them he was barely around and spend more time having threesomes than being around the family. It felt plain and just driven with pleasure. I have no problem with Michaela (michael) the thing that bothered me was that Fran said she loved John. Their kiss felt like she did not love him and her lovey dovey eyes to Michaela from the first second felt like she just threw her love confession for John out of the window like John who? It felt too rushed. I mean if it built up like in the book (which I have not read) I could understand it more. Now it just felt like what she built up with John by telling how she loved him and wanted to marry him, that it meant nothing! Also why let us have sympathy for Cressida to just let her be the villain once more 🤷‍♀️

I did enjoy Lady D as always 🥰 Phillipa that darn sweetie with the bugs was an absolute delight. I really enjoyed the featherintongs more this season than the Bridgertons. The Bridgerton's where all over the place 🫣

I wonder whoes next story will be and how? I do hope Sofie remains as I just love myself a Cinderella story.

What did you think?

Also i'm not saying this to start a war or something. It is just how I felt about the season. I didn't enjoy it as much as the second one which is up till now still my fav season 🥰

[cloudsspoke]

¿La Scaloneta? Una poesía muy buena ~

Some heated, hilarious, and heartwarming moments when the boys meet each other as a rival ⚔️

↳ Previously on “¿La Scaloneta? Una familia (part 1)”

Nico: No estaría mal que Leo se coma una patadita Caro: NOOOO

Le dije que no se tenía que enojar porque fue todo pelota. Después se reía porque sabe que se tiró al pedo. Tenemos una gran relación con Ale, son cosas del Partido y quedan ahí - Cuti Romero's interview with Sofi Martinez

↳ Context: Mac was actually upset that Brighton lost because he felt injustice from the Ref’s decision

🔴 Enzo (Benfica) vs Messi (PSG): two legs UCL game all draw, vs Di Maria-Paredes (Juventus): two legs UCL game all won

🔵 Meanwhile, Chelsea’s Enzo vs Cuti – Licha-Garnacho – Julian – Mac Allister – Dibu: all LOSE 😭

Sad to know we don’t get to see Cuti vs Licha during the Spurs clash against United because of Licha’s injury, but at least we get to see Juli-Enzo together once again 💕

FROM THIS >>>> TO THIS

I'm not crying, you are :')

🟥 El Huevo got a red card that prevented him from playing in the Final match

The hard pill from having “The All-Argentinian Final” 😔

The more (Muchachos play in the same team), the better 💕

⚽ Molina dedicated his goal to Angelito Correa (who missed the game due to the death of his beloved Mother)

Is this even legal to have 5 Argentines in 1 club 😭😭

Lisandro Martinez es como mi padre - Garnacho on MUTV

In September, if all is well and Ten Haag is nice to us, let’s hope to see these two together play for Argentina, as what a stroke of bad luck that we had when in March it was Garnacho who couldn’t join the squad during the 1st FMD, and last month we missed Licha when Garnacho made his debut 😩

⚫��� Being Juventini for 20 years I’m happy both of them left the club, especially after Juventus’ point deduction that made them couldn’t participate in any Europe competition. And although to me they playing there is like a failed project aka wrong decision, at least I got to see Di Maria scored a hattrick (Sofascore rating solid perfect 10) and Paredes also got MOTM with his superb free kick goal (against Lecce) ⚽

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2022/2023 Season wrap-up:

CONGRATULATIONS:

Lautaro & Tucu for winning Super Coppa and Coppa Italia 2022-23 (Lautaro scored in both final matches) 🏆🏆

Licha & Garnacho for winning Carabao Cup 2022-23 🏆

Messi for winning Ligue1 2022-23 🏆

Gio Simone for winning Serie A 2022-23 🏆

Otamendi for winning La Primeira Liga 2022-23 🏆

Montiel, Acuña, Papu, Lamela, & Ocampos for Winning UEL 2022-23 🏆

Manu Lanzini for winning UECL 2022-23 🏆

↳ Not to mention Brighton & Hove Albion who finished #6 which makes them qualified for UEL Group Stage 👏 and Aston Villa (#7) who for the 1st time in 12 years have qualified for European competition (UECL Qualifier) 👏

Finally and above all, triple applause for ‘La Araña que pica’ Julian for winning the Treble [EPL-FA Cup-UCL] with City 🏆🏆🏆

🕸️

📌 Honorable mention from me goes to Facu Medina:

MAN IS ON A MISSION 🤭

We were talking, you know what Leo is as a person and as a player. To be honest, I congratulated him and thanked him for the World Cup - Facu Medina on his chat with Messi after the game @ SC_ESPN

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👋 if you enjoy reading this post you can also click here to similar posts I have already made:

(1) Little Things I Love from La Scaloneta

(2) Hilarious & Heartwarming stories about La Scaloneta

(3) Crackhead Muchachos

(4) Full thread about AFA's Tournament de Truco

(5) Full thread about Players' room arrangement (¿Quién duerme con quién?) + more gifs about Messi and the gang

Coming up next: Argentina FMD + Holiday picts, stay tuned 😉

[tomorrowxtogether]

TOMORROW X TOGETHER IS THE FIRST K-POP GROUP TO HEADLINE LOLLAPALOOZA

Stateside music festivals are finally catching up to the K-pop boom. As Blackpink makes history at Coachella this year as the first K-pop group to headline the massive California festival, another K-pop group will be taking that same honor at Lollapalooza in August.

Tomorrow x Together, the massive five-member group also signed to BTS’ label, BigHit Entertainment, has been announced as the first K-pop group to headline of the Chicago festival’s latest iteration, organizers announced on Tuesday. (BTS’ J-Hope became the first K-pop act to headline the festival last year.) Joining them as headliners is the usual slate of superstar names: Kendrick Lamar, Billie Eilish, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Odesza, Lana Del Rey, Karol G, and The 1975.

Tomorrow X Together, or TXT, made its first official U.S. festival appearance last year, at Lolla’s 2022 event. It seems the crowd was massive enough to convince organizers to bump them up to headliner status this year — as well as bring another promising K-pop group into the fold: NewJeans. The rookie group, who’s reached surprising heights on the Billboard charts, will perform for the first time in the U.S. at Lolla 2023.

K-pop aside, there’s plenty to get excited about on the festival’s genre-spanning roster of acts scheduled to play the four-day event including: Fred again.., Maggie Rogers, Diplo, Rina Sawayama, Sabrina Carpenter, Lil Yachty, and many more (approximately 170 more).

It’s sure to be an event for the ages — so read on to learn everything you need to know about Lollapalooza 2023, including how to buy tickets, the full lineup, and how to stream the festival online.

WHERE IS LOLLAPALOOZA 2023?

This year’s festival takes place August 3-6, 2023, at its usual location at Grant Park in Chicago, IL.

WHO IS PLAYING LOLLAPALOOZA 2023?

Lollapalooza has tapped a genre-spanning set of artists to headline this year’s festival, including Kendrick Lamar, Billie Eilish, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Odesza, Lana Del Rey, Karol G, The 1975, and K-pop act Tomorrow x Together, or TXT. This will be TXT’s first-ever U.S. festival headlining appearance.

Other superstar acts like Fred again.., Maggie Rogers, Jared Leto’s Thirty Seconds To Mars, Diplo, Sofi Tukker, Yung Gravy, Beabeadoobee, Suki Waterhouse, Rina Sawayama, Sabrina Carpenter, and popular K-pop rookies NewJeans (also making their first U.S. festival appearance) are scheduled to play.

See the full lineup below:

HOW CAN I BUY TICKETS TO LOLLAPALOOZA 2023?

Registration to access the SMS Presale is open now. The SMS Presale kicks off Thursday, March 23 at 10 a.m. CST at Lollapalooza’s website. Four-day GA passes will start at $365. Any remaining passes not purchased during the pre-sale will be available in a public on-sale to follow. Single-day passes will go on-sale at a later date.

HOW CAN I STREAM LOLLAPALOOZA 2023 ONLINE?

Hulu is once again the official streaming destination for Lollapalooza. The platform will host select live performances, interviews, and more. The full streaming schedule and lineup will be announced later this summer.

[rojacatmisa]

Chapter 8 ➺ Confusion and directions 

Starting over In Madrid

Misa Rodriguez x Reader (Nicky/first person)

After moving to Madrid as the new Real Madrid photographer, Nicky's eyes can't look away from the pretty face of Misa Rodriguez. But how is she going to handle her growing desire for the Canarian goalkeeper when her working contract's strictly forbidding her to date players? Chapter 1 ➺ A harder job than I thought Chapter 2 ➺ Clearly on a bad slope Chapter 3 ➺ Calmly panicking Chapter 4 ➺ Hell Clasico Chapter 5 ➺ Valleys and peaks Chapter 6 ➺ Paris est magique! Chapter 7 ➺ In the haze

tw: suggestive content 7K words

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A warm wind entered the window, sending ripples through the curtains and the bedsheets. I shivered but wasn’t cold, the light breeze welcomed on that hot evening in the Spanish capital. The goalkeeper’s tan hands rubbed me and her arms enfold me more. 

Misa buried her face in my hair, her nose graze my ear as she inhaled deeply. I shivered again, not from the wind this time “¿Tienes frío?“ she asked. I shook my head, I felt just warm out and inside.

We were laying naked in my bed, the window wide opened in hope to gain a bit of the fresher air from the outside but the curtain drawn to shied us from the neighbor view was blocking most of it. Even if our sweaty skins stuck, Misa was holding me tight against her as she couldn’t feel the heat from our body clumped together. 

Her mouth brushed my jawline as she continued to heavily breath. I turned around for our lips to meet, my palm fell on her cheek and my fingers gently closed into her hair to pull her mouth against mine. My arousal came back as we slowly kissed. “I better stop or we’ll go for another round“ I said. The goalkeeper smiled, and dragged her lips to my jaw again. 

“I wouldn’t mine“ she murmured but then was taken by a big yawn. “Oh, perdon.”

I planted a kiss on her cheekbone “You look so tired. We’ll have plenty of time another day. What’s on your schedule tomorrow?”

“I have to wake up early to go do some commercials and I’ve med and physio appointments on the afternoon, and training at 6’ ”, Misa yawned again. “You?”

“I’m working on photo direction for the end of the season. You know, retrospective, strong moments, stuff like that… I think I’ll go for something emotional but fun.” I paused and sighted. I had been very sad to learn Sofie Svava was leaving among others. I knew it was harder for Misa who had really connected with the Danish defender. The goalie blinked several times and I quickly changed subject “I’ll show up quickly at training as usual. I’m not complaining, I wanted a stimulating job but I could do with some holidays!”

“Oh si, vacaciones !” Misa shifted, unstucking our skins with a wince. I pulled away from her for us to cool down a bit and we laid on our sides, facing each other. “By the way, what did you do before joining the Real?” she asked me. 

“I was working for a communication agency that was working for… banks. I was so bored! You can’t imagine how many smiling men in their 30’s with thick glasses I have photographed. Or boxes, yes boxes, banks are fan of boxes: closed boxes, opened boxes, full boxes, empty boxes… I even did a box with people diving in it once.“

Misa chuckled “Did you do a box with a 30 years old man with glasses in it ?“

I burst of laugher “I did not ! Oh my god, what a nightmare it was ! Anyway, moving to Madrid is the best thing that could have happened to me !“ 

We both grinned. Misa’s smile had the nerve to be both adorable and gorgeous every time. I couldn’t help but think she was the best thing that had happened to me. She was wonderful just staring at me like that. 

Then her expression changed to uncertainty. “You said… it wasn’t only because of your job you wanted to leave, right ?” the brunette demanded, an implicit question lingering behind. 

The soft and curious look of her almond eyes broke down my last barrier. I bit my lips and swallowed, clinging to her brown gaze as I recalled what I had tried to leave behind. 

“Er… my ex had dumped me. She had found somebody else. We had been together for three years and a half…“ I rolled onto my back, unable to bear her look anymore and stared at the celling instead. 

“The worst part of it was it lasted, the break up. She let our relation rot but wouldn’t leave me, she probably had cheated on me with her new girl during the last months. At the end I was angry and sad to the point I cheated on her too. And I’m really not proud of that on so many levels… That was when she had known she had broke with me for good. She wasn’t mad or what, she just didn’t love me anymore for a long time but hadn’t had the wits to leave me. In a way, I think I provoked it myself. I just couldn’t go for more. It had to stop.“

My eyes stayed on the ceiling as I remembered the pain I was in. 

Misa came to lay her head on my shoulder, her eyes not crossing my gaze. “I’m sorry Cariño…”. She simply stay there, her warmth comforting this time. “We’re not talking about it again if you don’t want to, I was curious but I didn’t want you to feel bad.”

“No, I’m glad I told you.” I lift my arm for her to settled better and wrapped it around her. My mouth tipped her forehead. “It’s over now and I don’t regret anything”

“Mucho mejor” she said and we stayed silent a moment. Misa closed her eyes. She seemed to start drowsing. 

“What about you? I mean with… girls?” I inquired awkwardly and she let out a short chuckle but answered anyway, her eyelids still shut. 

“I’ve had a few relationships, mostly footballers. It’s simpler to understand each other but every type of relation brings its own problem. Football is a very competitive sport. Everything quickly become a conflict of interest and one day it affects you.” 

“Oh, I’m sorry too…” I waited a moment and went on, getting Misa didn’t want to say more, “so now you’re hooking up with a girl from your own club staff, but illegally !“ I laughed.

The brunette lift herself “Hey! You hadn’t warned me from the start!” 

“I tried to stop you but you were stubborn ! You don’t like when a girl resists you!“

Misa opened her mouth wide “Like you didn’t want too! You didn’t look at Hayley like that, I could tell there was something!”

I blushed, finding her hands and intertwining our fingers, but replied “I’ve never said I didn’t want you, I’m saying I didn’t made it easy and you took it as a challenge.” 

“Pfff Nicky… ” Misa lifted herself over me and pined my hands up my head and onto the pillow. I breathed hard and she added with a naughty look, “You have never resisted me”.

I snorted but felt turned on again by her dominative behavior. I tried to free myself in vain as I searched a way to thwart her and failed at both. The goalkeeper’s hold was far to strong for me. 

“You like that, eh ?” I provoked her “But I think I know what you'll like more!”

Misa just smirked with satisfaction “Ah si ? Show me what I'll like more than that?” and she let go of my hands. 

I fainted to be soft and started to kiss her tenderly, sensing her relaxing but a little perplex. Slowly, I lift myself and pressed against her to make her lay on her back. I was still very soft when I came over her, my hands finding hers and pushing them against the mattress. 

My grip on them suddenly harden and I felt her moan. I hold back my kisses as I placed my legs between hers, forcing them apart and spreading them wide. Misa’s lips fell opened as a new whine escaped them. She didn’t even tried to fight back as I kissed her fiery, turning the brunette’s breath into rasps.

I pulled back, embracing the vision of the hottest girl I ever had abandoning herself to me. “Yes, that’s what I thought.”

***

Late spring life at the ciudad was soft and lively like the light wings fluttering in my stomach. Real Madrid girls were preparing theirs last matches of the season and were still working hard in spite of their tiredness. Everyday, training sessions had a fresh and spicy taste, photographing all the players and trying not to focus on one particularly. But when nobody was watching, I was aiming at the tall and tan goalkeeper at once, capturing her body suspended in the air, the concentration drawing her features, the tension of her legs awaiting for the next jump. 

Several time a week, Misa and I took our respective car to go to one of our place, relieved to escape the ciudad where the two of us were really careful not to show anything more that friendship. We would meet in front of the building, already happy to be on our own, touching hands, smiling timidly. But as soon as we set foot in the apartment, we would kiss tenderly for long minutes. After an entire day having to keep my distance, I would feel I couldn’t get enough of us being close, her large hands pulling me against her and locking me there while we would make out more heatedly. 

We would head to the bedroom shortly, pulling off our cloths on the way. We would stay a moment stroking our bare skins, kissing more, chuckling lightly sometimes as our limbs intertwined and mess with the bedsheets. I had to say that Misa was unravelling a world of fantasy I hadn’t ever dreamt of. She could be soft but also rough, and, like I had guess, rather needy as well. Misa liked to be touched a lot and I couldn’t be happier with that, enjoying way too much to have her under my hands. We were still at the time of discovery, understanding and taming each other’s body. We would try this, and that, driven by the increasing need of each other. Maybe we were making up in bed the intimacy we couldn’t have in the outside. 

Our business done, we would lay in each other’s arms, and often talk for hours. Misa was a chatty person when it came to have fun and talk rubbish, however like she did at my place, she didn’t seem appealed to tell about more personal stuff yet. On the contrary, I was finding myself ready to open more with the goalkeeper. I was thrilled for us to share that kind of connexion but I respected Misa’s pace and didn’t try to push things. For now, our evening usually ended up doing silly stuffs like trying every filter on our phone, or improving a blind test for each other, laughing late in the night. 

And all this time, I was equally trying to find the answer of the question Angela had planted. Was Misa liking me like I did ? 

Back on the field, I noticed I wasn’t the only one to sometime loose my focus during work. I often took a glimpse of the goalie looking in my direction a fraction of second before pulling away. When she could feel I was shooting at her, she would smile very lightly and focus even more than usual, her grin turning bashful when she would fail at stopping the ball. 

But Misa was Misa, whole hearted at everything yet she could be very nonchalant. When training and working duty didn’t kept her, she was always willing to hang out together even if was mostly at home, still I could feel she was holding back like she was afraid of something.

Therefore, I couldn’t be sure. I couldn’t bring myself to believe it if was not true. 

***

Summer was there and with it the prospect of my best friend Angela’s imminent visit but the end of the season was still having me crawling under work, lengthening the days. On the top of the usual tasks, I had to create the portraits of the new players’ arrival. 

I met the new team members, many came from other Spanish clubs. Presentations and shooting was cool. I got along well with Alba Redondo from Levante and with a girl from France named Léa Koffi who would be the second goalkeeper. Accompanied by a designer team, I had planned a classy and funny decor: an arch way opening to a background of the city of Madrid, all in white with navy blue outlines to match the club identity. The players had play nicely with the set, taking various poses. My boss Ana had slipped to me that she was very happy with my work and she was thinking of discussing new perspectives with me soon. 

Logically, at the end of the day, I was feeling on a cloud and could’t wait to tell Misa everything. We were all invited to a goodbye party at Sofie’s home tonight. I insisted to pick Misa and Hayley up at their places as they were planning to drink when I wasn’t, for I had offered Sofie to play the professional photographer all night.

I did not wait long for the brunette as I parked as usual in front of her building. Misa opened the passenger’s door to slip inside the car, a forced smile stretching her tensed features. 

“Hey Misa, are you good ?” I asked her, intrigued.

“Hola Nicky, I’m ok.” She said but blinked several time. 

“You sure ? ” I dared to insisted, putting my hand on her shoulder, getting worried.

She looked at her lap, answering in a shaky voice “I thought I’ll be alright but I guess I’ll never get used to see a friend go.”

“Oh, come here Sweetie” I said opening my arms. Misa leant forward and let hear head fall on my neck. I decided not to dig on it, unsure if she wanted to share more and told her the good new instead in hope to lift her spirit.

“You know, today Ana said she’s very happy with me, I think I might get a promotion or something !” I told her eagerly, omitting the arrivals part on purpose in fear she’d think about Sofie again. 

Misa leant back. To my surprise, a look of dismay flickered on her pretty face. Her smiled was still forced when she congratulated me “Oh bravo Nicky !”. But suddenly, she seemed on the verge of tears and it broke me to see her so sad. 

I hugged her again and stroked her broad shoulders rising up and down with her deep breathing. What was going on with Misa? The good news seemed to have saddened her even more. She must feel really torn by the Danish girl leaving. 

“I’m gonna miss Sofie too at the ciudad” I whispered as my fingers gently brushed her hair, and I felt an urge to tell her about my feelings, to tell her that I was here for her. The words stayed in my throat. The brunette repressed a sniff and wrapped her arms tight around me when her shoulders started to shake. 

“I got you Misa” my words bored their meaning and more. I hugged her as tight as I could while she silently cried, her fingers grasping my shirt and her wet face pressing more against the side of my neck. 

Like after the Clasico, I realized Misa’s nerves were giving out. I started to doubt Sofie’s departure was the only reason for the break down of the strong goalie. I chose my words carefully, daring to venture into Misa’s insecurities. “It’s not only about Sofie, right ?” I asked, back at caressing her gently. 

She sniffed again, sobs escaped her body now and I searched the glove box for tissues. Misa pulled away from me as I handed her one. My heart broke again when I saw her face shining with tears. She blowed and breathed out slowly to calm herself down. 

“Lo siento” she said. I put my hand on hers, yet silently waiting to see if she wanted to tell more. Indeed, the goalie continued. “As you know, I had a rough season and I guess everything crashed on me tonight. I have the international break in a week. I know I’m probably going to be benched… Real Madrid’s not doing well enough. I’m not doing well enough… It’s been my best and worst year since I started football, and therapy is helping but I… I don’t really know where I’m at right now” she stopped, breathing hard again as a tear rolled on her cheek.

“I know Misa. And I’ve told you how I feel about that. You don’t have to be that hard on yourself. You have to gain your self confidence back. I don’t think you’ll succeed at it by flagellating yourself match after match.” 

I warped my arms around her shoulders. “And I know it doesn’t mean much sportily but you impressed me every day.” She broke a small true smile at last. “Though it’s true I have never dated a footballer before, so maybe that doesn���t count…” I added grinning and squeezing her shoulders possessively.

Misa’s gaze lingered on me before going back on her lap. “Nicky…” she mumbled. 

She stayed with her mouth opened but no sound came out. My heartbeat quickened. What was she going to say ? 

“Nicky…" she repeated, her red eyes went back to mine, unblinking. I froze, hanging on her lips, waiting for them to form the words. "Nicky… I…"

"Hum ?" a questioning sound escaped mine to encouraged her. Misa closed and opened her lips again. "I…" My heart was going to burst. If only she could just say it ! 

"...I’m not only a footballer, you are dating a goalkeeper, we are a special species." she finally said, her teasing tone back.

"What ?" I was so disappointed and taken aback by her change of behavior I didn’t registered what she meant. 

Misa started to laugh, frankly "You should see your face ! You look like I had confess to you my deepest secret !" I swallowed and pulled away, thinking hard I wished she had told me that instead of going back to joking again. 

I felt her hands taking my face back to hers to pull me into a kiss. “Perdon Nicky, y gracias para tu apoyo Cariño, I’m feeling better and I think we should get going.” she said before adding “I’m impressed by your ability to find the right words of comfort”.

I grinned, a bit lifted, and turned on the engine. 

Misa, Hayley, that we had picked up on the way, and I arrived at Sofie’s home among the last. Her flat was crowded with people chatting in small groups, loud music attendant the few dancers in the middle of her living. They were hugs and sweets words but the atmosphere was relaxed and festive. 

Sofie accompanied us to the kitchen and signaled where drinks were to the girls. She served me a grapefruit juice while Misa and Hayley improvised themselves barmaid and eagerly started to mixed various beverages together. I left the two friends to their business and followed Sofie back to the living where I would set a photocall.

I was peering at the guests while Sofie and I installed the background, lights and tripod in a corner of the room. Most of them were familiar faces from Real Madrid but I noticed a few people I didn’t know. A blond guy and a Latina women approached us raising their glasses to toast. 

"To our favorite Danish tourist !" the women said. 

"Thank you Carmen !" Sofie responded. "Carmen, this is Nicky, she’s Real Madrid photographer and a dear friend. Nicky, this is Carmen, she made me discover every corner of Madrid, basically. And this is her boyfriend Swen. I wouldn’t have settled here that well if it wasn’t to them", she sighted of emotion and went on. "But I hadn’t thought of it, Nicky’s been only here for six months, maybe you could take her around since you won’t have to look after me anymore". 

"Of course we can ! So, I can see you’ll be our photographer tonight as well ! Class !" Swen said. 

The three of us started to chat happily. Swen was attracted to arts and planned to show me new trendy places. Carmen really liked food and walks and had far too many addresses to recommend for almost anything I would want to eat, or any type of ride in and around the city. They were the first to strike a pose in the newly installed photocall. After that, we exchanged numbers and the couple went to joined other friends. 

I photographed a few people and time passed quickly. After a while, I went to the terrace to get some fresh air and leant against the guardrail, watching the city by night stretching in the horizon. I had fell in love with Madrid as well, I thought, peering at rooftop in the distance. I felt all good here and the idea of having new friends to discover more of the city warmed me.

Still, I was confused by Misa’s behavior in my car. Why hadn’t she said what she wanted ? She had seemed so troubled and became a tease the second after. Why had she changed her mind at last moment ? I felt annoyed, Misa really was hard to follow sometimes. 

"Hey…" I jumped at the voice of the goalkeeper. "You’re alright ?"

"Yeah, I’m taking a break" I responded as didn’t want to make a scene for nothing. 

"Venga" Misa pulled me to a part of the terrace sheltered from the inhabitant’s view. She took me in her arms and kissed me with passion. She tasted alcohol with a hint of coconut. I felt stiff, I couldn’t relax with so many Real Madrid members in the room next to us and Misa pulled back. 

"I feel I’ve been kind of a jerk earlier…" she began nervously. Her moves were more goofy than usual, she seemed on a good way to being drunk. She scratched her nose and put her hands on my neck. Her eyes darted across my face. "Nicky…" she muttered and kissed me one more time. My own hands rested against her torso. I was holding my breath, my eyes locked into hers. 

"Nicky…."

"Hey Misa ! Have you seen Ni…" Sofie’s voice rang from behind the goalkeeper. 

Misa froze and turned over, revealing to me the defender gagging at us. "Oh my god, I knew it !" she said smiling wide now. 

"Shhh Sofie ! Please keep your voice down", I panicked. 

"Why ? I don’t care, this is great ! But my gosh! I knew there was something between you two !"

Misa grabbed the danish girl into our more private place. “Sofie, this is serious, you have to keep it secret. Nicky could loose her job!“

Sofie looked perplexed. It was my turn to take Sofie’s arm “I can’t date Real Madrid players, it’s in my working contract. You can’t tell anybody, do you understand ?“

Sofie was gagging again and rolling her eyes “Ok ok I got it ! But what the fuck ?! Is that even legal ?“ I shrugged and she went to hug us “Oh my god, girls, I’m so happy for you! I’m gonna miss you even more“. 

“We’ll miss you too Sofie“ I said, “Where you looking for me?“ 

“Yes, a group of friend wanted a photo but I totally understand if you want to come later!” She stared at us again and chucked childishly. “ I’m glad I’m leaving you in good hands Misa”. 

But Misa was beyond being embarrassed and hided her face in her hands. 

Already frustrated by Sofie interruption, I was done with the brunette not being able to speak. “I’ll go photograph your friends. Come on Misa, let’s go back inside“.

So I retake my job at photographing the guests, with Misa, joined by Hayley, singing and dancing madly behind me. I did Sofie with a cowboy hat, Real Madrid staff with their faces cover with glitter, players dressed in neon color… Groups replaced groups for more than an hour, finishing by the two loud girls in Hawaiian shirts and sunglasses, larges cocktails in hands perfecting their looks. 

As they took poses, I noticed Misa was even messier than before. She was barely standing up without tanging. Hayley looked drunk too but less. They kept laughing as they posed more ridiculously than ever.  

When they were out of ideas, Hayley went to me “Nicky go with Misa, you have to be on some photos !”

I wasn’t temped by the prospect of leaving my camera under the care of the drunk Australian winger, but she left me no choice, dragging me into the set and placing herself behind the tripod. 

Misa handed me her sunglasses and we mimicked surfing, diving and other beach activities. It actually was fun, but I was keeping an eyes on Misa still drinking her cocktail. To conclude, Hayley asked for a classic one, so we just faced the camera arm in arm.

“All good” she said once she took the shot and started to review the photos on the camera screen. 

That’s when I felt the goalkeeper loosing balance and weight on my shoulder. “Misa ?” I tried to steady her but she immidiatly pulled away. 

“No, Nicky, alguien could vernos!” she stammered in spanglish and hold herself to a spotlight, nearly making it fall. 

“Wow Misa !” Hayley darted to her side to hold her. 

“How much you two have been drinking ?” I asked supporting Misa on the other side.

The Aussie’s glance was guilty “A few glasses, I’m not sure I know about Misa“.

“No me siento good” the goalie mumbled, looking paler and more disoriented. 

I took the cocktail from her hand and put it away “Come to lay in Sofie’s bed, it’s gonna be alright. You just drank too much.” 

Hayley and I brought her to the bedroom and made her lie down. Her cheeks were flushed red and sweaty. Hayley went out to find Sofie. 

“Nicky… disculpe, hago lo que sea.” The goalie said as I crouched at her bedside.

“Er… sorry Misa I don’t understand Spanish that good, I’m going to get you some water, ok?”

But the goalkeeper hold me near her. “Don’t go! I’m sorry…”

I grasped her moist face, speaking softer “I’m just bringing you water Sweetie.”

“Lo arruiné todo… me estoy mareando.” She let go of me but continued to mutter things in Spanish I did not understand.

I went out of the room and fell on Hayley looking completely sober now. “I told Sofie Misa is not feeling well. Hey Nicky, hum… You should know Misa’s blaming herself for having you two caught up by Sofie tonight, among other things…”

“Oh… she does? Among other things ? Did she tell you what ?”

Hayley shifted uncomfortably but her voice was reassuring “Just talk to her, but later when she’ll feel better.” 

She left me really confused. I knew Misa often blamed herself when it came to football but I couldn’t see what it had to do with me. Yes, she could have avoid kissing me next to a room full of people and drinking like a fish… maybe I did looked really annoyed.

I went back to the bedroom with the glass of water. Sofie was already there, speaking softy to the goalkeeper. I sat on the bed and handed the glass to Misa and the goalie sat up to drink. She still looked in a pretty bad shape. 

When she was done drinking, I invited her to lie her head on my lap. I wanted her to feel I didn’t hold her any grudge about Sofie knowing. The goalkeeper relaxed a little and closed her eyes. 

I crossed Sofie’s gaze clearly bubbling with excitement and tenderness, I felt my cheek blushed. “She really drank way too much” I said looking back down at the dizzy brunette. 

“I’ve never seen her drink like that. Not even after a big win. Misa’s rather serious on that usually.”

Misa’s brows furrowed and she stammered “I… serious…” 

I patted her, amused “I’m gonna take us back to my place soon, ok?”

“Hum, Nicky’s flat es muy bonito.” 

Sofie laughed “Valé Misa, you mean Nicky es bonita?“ 

“Sofie!” I protested. 

“Shh cállate Nicky…” the goalkeeper said and paused like she was gathering her thoughts. “Es verdad Nicky es bonita” she declared.

Sofie yelled in triumph and I gasped, flattered and embarrassed, feeling my face grow hot again.

Misa rolled to her side and nested herself against my stomach. “Nicky es mi secreto.” 

I bit my tongue, touched. My feelings for her choked me one more time.

“That is so cute !” Sofie was delighted but went serious, “Don’t worry, I’ll keep your secret to the grave, girls”.

***

It was noon and I was cooking eggs and bacon when Misa exited the bedroom, disheveled and her eyes puffy. 

She approached with a groan, a hand on her forehead. “I’m never drinking again”.

“You were agitated in bed all night. How’re you feeling today?“ I turned off the hob leaving the dished to finish to cook slowly. 

“Like a zombie“ she moaned and went to hug me from behind. 

“You turned my athlete girlfr… into a zombie ?“ I felt hot for having almost called her my girlfriend, I hoped she hadn’t payed attention to it. 

The goalie lifted and waved her arms like the monster, her mouth found my neck where she laid slobbery kisses and I chucked and tried to pulled away when she whispered with a freaky voice between two kisses “Your girlfriend is a zombie!“ 

“Oh…” I stopped struggling, closing my eyes, letting my brain and heart comprehend it, realize it, Misa kissing me more and with more saliva. I had never though Misa would call herself my girlfriend while drooling on me in a very disgusting way. The absurdity of the situation made me burst of laugher. 

“Stop! Misa! Stop it’s weird!” I said as I continued to laugh.

But the goalkeeper kept on licking me and growled “Soy loca Nicky, you better accept it now!”

I faced her, she looked clearly ravaged by her hangover, wearing her night thank top and short, but harbored her usual smirk. Everything about her was perfectly not perfect. I like you Misa, I wanted to say as I kissed her, half laughing. I love you. 

Still the words wouldn’t come out and I simply announced, “I made a brunch since you were not waking up. There is a salad and fruits on the table. I hope it fits in your diet.” I touched her biceps to make the point. 

“It’s perfect, gracias! I’ll go run after, I need to evacuate whatever is still in my body.” she pressed a hand on her forehead again. “Madre mia, mi cabeza!”

“There’s painkillers in the bathroom if you want.” A thought just cross my mind. “Misa, do you remember my friend Angela’s coming today ?”

“Oh, I forgot. Do you want me to go after lunch ?”

“No, in fact, I wanted you to meet her if it’s ok for you to stay until she arrives. She told me she’ll be here around 3.” 

Misa’s smile was unreadable for once. I couldn’t tell if she was pleased or embarrassed. “I think I’ll be returning from footing around 3 too. If It doesn’t bother that I take a shower while she’s here I’ll be happy to join you.”

We kept smiling at each other. Say it now, Nicky ! But Misa embraced me again, and muttered “Thank you for looking after me yesterday… I… Te… Gracias Nicky”.

I stayed buried in her arms, enjoying the moment. “De nada Sweetie. By the way, I don’t care Sofie knows about us. She’s leaving and she would never say anything anyway.” Hayley’s confession came back in my mind. She’s blaming herself… among other things. 

I took my courage, “You seemed really upset last night… Is there…” But my phone rang at that precise instant, vibrating loudly against the bar. I really had back luck with phones… “Shit! That’s Ana, my boss, I gotta take it”. 

So, I picked up the phone while Misa began to dress the table.  

“Hello Ana”

“Hello Nicky, you have a minute ?”

“Yes, of course”

“Thank you, we have a rather urgent business, Football Federation wants to make a special event for goalkeepers. I need someone to work on Misa and Léa’s portrait and to cover the event. It’s in mid July but the portraits have to be sent by the end of next week. Yes I know Misa will be on international break, so can you arrange something in the days to come ?”

“Oh, well, yes. I’ll managed but I hope it’ll fit in Misa and Léa’s schedule…”

“I’ll make sure it will, we can’t spoil that Nicky. Real Madrid have to be well represented, it’s the Federation.“

“Ok, I’m on it.”

“Thank you. When you’re done with the shooting, come to my office, we’ll talk about your further work perspectives. Good afternoon, Nicky. ”

“Thank you Ana, good afternoon.”

I hang up, sighted heavily and came to sit down at the table with Misa who had gathered everything for the brunch. 

“What was it about? I heard my name.” she asked, putting food on my plate and hers. 

“More work for both of us… I have to organize an express shooting for you and Léa.  And the three of us are going to a goalkeeper meeting in July.” I cursed and started to eat. 

“Dios mío, that kind of event is boring as fuck…” Misa devoured her meal like she hadn’t eat in days. “Have you met this Léa ?” 

“I did, she’s cool. I’m sure you’ll get along well.”

“Cool, it will be less painful.” she said, her plate almost empty.

I took a mouthful of bacon and egg. “And I think Ana will really promote me! Maybe I’ll have a raise too!“. 

“Well done Nicky!” the goalie cheered but peered at her plate. 

What the fuck was troubling Misa when it came to my job opportunities ? Hayley’s words kept coming in my head. Just talk to her. I swallowed a few more bites. Why did the phone had to ring earlier? I was ready for it. Now, I didn’t know how to initiate the taking...

“Misa ?” 

“Hum?” The goalkeeper raised her almond-shaped eyes, her thick brows interrogative. 

“I was wondering… did you… are you ok now ?” 

Misa looked at me a moment, her expression again unreadable. 

“Yes, I think I am, for now” she finished to say, smiling but looking down again and fiddling with the rest of her egg. 

Oh strange, I thought but told her “I’m glad you are. You can tell me if you’re not again, ok?”

Her brown eyes went back on mine, she sighted and responded “I will.”

“Thank you. And you can finish the bacon. Yes, I’m seeing you eyeing it for 10 minutes.”

As expected, Angela arrived before the goalkeeper’s return. I jumped in her arm and we hugged for long minutes. We were excited like crazy to see each other after so long. Angela had had an early flight but wasn’t tired so we decide to open a beer to celebrate her arrival. 

We sat at the kitchen table, chatting without stopping. My best friend told me about what was going on in her life, she updated me with two or three gossips about our common friends. We laughed a lot, the kitchen’s window wide opened let the the sun soak the room as time passed. 

More that an hour later, the doorbell rang and I stood up, rushing to the intercom.

“It’s got to be Misa returning from her footing!“

Angela opened her mouth wide. “You haven’t told me she would be here! It’s great !“ 

She side eyed me naughtily and I rolled my eyes. “Angie! Please behave!“ 

“Of course. Did you forget I’m an angel, Nicky?“

“Sure! The only angelic thing about you is your name…“ I retorted as I waited to open the entrance door. 

Misa emerged from the stairs, panting and her cheeks sparkled with red. She entered the flat, her breathing already coming back to normal. I couldn’t help but find her super hot in the sweaty light grey sport kit contrasting nicely with her tan skin. The drawn muscles of her shoulders and arms gave me nasty thoughts. 

The goalkeeper took off her earphones and swiftly kissed me on the lips. She followed me into the kitchen corner where Angela was waiting. My friend waved to her, all smiling. “Hey Misa ! Nice to meet you ! I’m Angela, or Angie, as you like, but I’m sure Nicky’s already told you my name.“

“Yeah she did, hello Angela. Nice to meet you too.“ Misa seemed really shy.

“We’re having a beer but I guess you will not. Orange juice, lemonade or coffee?“ I asked the goalie. 

“Café por favor. Do you have milk? I’ll prepare my coffee, disfurta de tu amiga Nicky.“

“It’s in the fridge, thanks sweetie.“ I snatched another kiss as she went pass me and sat back with Angela, grinning at us.  

“So Misa, what do you want to know about Nicky? I know her like I made her.“ she said with insurance. 

“Angela don’t start !“ 

The goalkeeper released a soft chuckle, putting a filter in the coffee machine. “Hummm, oh I know! What was she like when she was a kid?“. She pressed the button and leant against the kitchen work plan, her smirk back.

“Excellent question!“ Angela was gloating, I was baffled. “She was completely crazy of course. I remember when she came to my house, she wanted us to play with pens. Not to draw with them, no, pens were people. Ok we were 6 or 7. Oh, and Nicky really was an animal protector, you couldn’t squash an ant in front of her! Otherwise, she was a rather calm child.“ 

“It’s cute” The goalkeeper responded pouring coffee into a mug. 

I was hiding behind my bottle of beer. “Can we stop taking about me please!“ 

“And teenager Nicky ?“ 

“Ah! Teenager Nicky was a real geek! Always a comic or a manga under the arm. She liked to watch girls too.“

“Angie!“ I couldn’t be more embarrassed.

“She still likes it.“ Misa said. “She even made a job out of it.“ 

Angela and Misa laughed together. I couldn’t believe what was happening. They were both making fun of me like they always had known each other. “Wow, you two are so heavy…“ 

“Oh come on Nicky, I just want to know more about you!“ the goalkeeper kissed my cheek and sat with us, the coffee with milk in her hand. “Your friend is good at giving the right informations“.

“I know, thank you Misa! Let’s give a rest to Nicky.“ Angela took pity of me. She went on, asking the brunette “ When did you know you wanted to be a footballer?“ 

“At five, it was not easy as a girl but my family has always been super supportive. I could tell you about my career but you can find it on google actually.“

“You’re boasting again, sweetie.“ I teased Misa, a bit for revenge. 

“Qué? No! I wasn’t saying it like that. It’s just it's long and maybe she’s not interested!“ She put her hand on her mouth, looking really embarrassed.

“I’m joking, Misa!“ I laughed. The goalkeeper was a humble person for real. Loud but humble. She hated feeling like she was bragging. I looked at her drinking her coffee, all shy again, and thought I liked that about her too. “Misa’s a world champion, she has so many medals. She’s the best goalkeeper!” I told my best friend and the brunette’s lips corners stretched upward. 

Angela was amused. “So you have the right to boast about your girl? Anyway, that’s impressive! How’s work going for you two at the Real?“

I was afraid Angela’s question would put Misa uneasy but the brunette replied with insurance. “I’m good, I’ve signed for two more years.“

“I’ve got a lot of work but it’s cool and my boss wants a talk with me about my future in the club, so I’m really glad about everything!” I told her happily. 

“That’s great girls…“ Angela began but was cut by Misa getting up. 

“I’m going to shower.” she said, a bit awkwardly. She put her mug in the sink and went off the room. 

Once I heard the sound of the water running, I kept my voice low and told Angela, “You see? Misa shut herself every time I mention my work opportunities! I don’t get it, why isn’t she happy for me?”

“Nicky girl, you’re really that blind?” 

“What?” I was amazed by Angela’s reaction. 

My friend explained, her tone full of compassion “Misa is wanting more and you can’t give it to her if you continue to work for the Real.”

I felt a heavy load crashed in my stomach with the realization that came with Angela’s words. Why hadn’t I thought about that? Everything made sense suddenly. Her break down in my car. Her excessive drinking last night. Her difficulties to talk openly. Hayley’s warning… Still one detail prevented me from truly believing it. 

“But, I mean… does it means she likes me?” I felt my cheeks burn. 

“I’ve seen Misa for fifteen minutes and she can’t keep her eyes of you. She’s glancing in your direction every now and then. She’s super sensitive about how you’re perceiving her. She’s thoughtful but likes to tease you when she can...” 

Angela paused, drank a sip of beer, and concluded. “Misa loves you, Nicky”.

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Chapter 9 ➺ A place for words