#i'm 100% serious when i say i had to bite my tongue to stop laughing i'm literally in an auditorium

[demonboyhalo]

[Clip from Tommy's Lie Detector Vlog]

Ranboo, serious: Have you ever had romantic feelings for anyone in this room

Tommy: No!

Wilbur: It better be Tubbo or Ranboo

[Lie detector says he's lying, Jack laughs while Wilbur and Tubbo gasp]

Jack: Fail!

Ranboo, comically panicked: AHHH-

the absolute nonsense science that is a polygraph makes for the funniest fucking bits i swear

[peakyscillian]

| The Year Later | Cillian x Reader | Mini-Series |

Summary: A year after your first date. This is 100% Fluff, sickening, tooth rotting Fluff. Warnings: Age gap (Reader is in her 20's), Smut reference maybe. Request: Part one was a request. A/N:Like always no disrespect to Cillian's family, this is basically an AU where he's single.

The Year Later | Mini-Series

Part one here, Part two here, Part three here & Part four here Masterlist You and Ella had finally arrived in Manchester, the guys had a few days break from filming Peaky Blinders, you'd made plans with Cillian to travel up and be with him.

It was coming up close to your year anniversary.

You'd both admitted you didn't really celebrate anniversaries but he'd already been away for a few months and it just felt right.

Ella had planned the evening on the drive up, sat next to you in the passenger seat discussing different bars and restaurants you could all go out to, before you got to spend the two days after with just Cillian.

*** Cillian was pacing around the back of the restaurant, Helen was sat watching him "you need to relax" she sighed, he turned to look at her "What if she says no?" he asked stopping his pacing.

Helen laughed lightly "Seriously Cill?"

He nodded, a serious look on his face "Seriously, it's a lot to ask someone" he laughed lightly, Helen stood up reaching out to squeeze his arm.

"She's so in love with you, she won't even have to think about it" Helen smiled before leaving the room, in search of a drink to bring Cillian, to calm his nerves.

***

Ella linked her arm through yours as you got out of the car, Cillian and Paul had agreed to meet you at the restaurant after finishing up some scenes close by.

You felt nervous you hadn't seen Cillian in about three months, the longest you'd been apart since you got together, Ella was busy on her phone as you headed to the entrance,

You pushed open the door to the restaurant, the maitre d greeted you with a smile, giving over your name he led you towards the back room, you turned to frown at Ella who just shrugged with a smile.

The maitre d opened the door for you both, you were busy talking to Ella to notice the room half full with friends of Cillian, from Peaky Blinders, people you had got to know over the past year who you would also consider friends. Your mouth fell open at the sight in front of you as you finally turned round, Cillian was down on one knee a jewelery box open, the simple diamond ring catching the light. He cleared his throat "I know it's been a year, which is probably too soon in most people's eyes but I've never felt this way before and trust me I'm in my forties I've had time" you laughed at his comment, catching Helen rolling her eyes with a smirk. "What I want to say is, I've had the most amazing year with you, getting to know each other, finding great restaurants, avoiding award shows, mixing you gin and lemonades after dates, while you sit on my sofa and make me feel like you've always been there" he continued.

You nodded slowly, feeling your hands turning warm in his grasp, the feeling of everyones eyes on you. "I've already settled the having you around all the time by finally convincing you to move in with me" you laughed lightly His blue eyes locked with yours "but I want to know if you want to be mine for the rest of your life, our life and marry me?" he finally asked, you were nodding frantically tears rolling down your cheeks. "Yes, Cillian, yes" you gasped out, breathless at the speed of your heart pounding, he stood up pushing the ring on your finger. "Well thank fuck it fits, eh?" he laughed cupping your cheeks, thumbs brushing the tears away. "Spent so many evenings trying to smuggle a ring from your dish on your bedroom side" he laughed finally pressing his lips with yours, in a soft kiss.

You laughed, arms looping around his neck "does this mean that we have to attend award shows now, because it's official and everything" you hiccuped through another wave of tears.

Cillian laughed "We've been official for a year, I just hate award shows"

Paul was the first one over, pulling you both into a hug and congratulating you followed by Helen and Joe. *** Everyone had settled in the private room, Cillian hadn't unlinked your fingers until the food was served, his lips brushing over your cheek as you all caught up on the past couple of months.

"So fucking happy" he whispered in your ear, when everyone was either busy eating or talking.

You turned to him a smile on your lips, your eyes gazing over the ring sat on your finger . "Me too, Cill" you pressed your lips to his, his tongue sneaking past your lips, hand cupping your cheek.

"Alright, Alright" Finn laughed from across the table "having a moment over there while people are trying to eat" he tutted.

You pulled away from Cillian, picking up your wine glass "Finn, you'll always be my number one Cole" you winked as Joe laughed from the end of the table "but I've got myself an older man" you shrugged taking a sip of your wine.

Cillian squeezed your thigh as he laughed "sorry mate, stole your girl" Finn rolled his eyes "you're both unbelievable" he chuckled turning to catch up with Ella.

***

You were laying in the bed, in the apartment Cillian used for when he was filming in Manchester.

Cillian had been in the kitchen for a while, you'd managed remove your make up, get into your pyjamas and chucked your hair into a messy bun.

Finally he was pushing through the door, two glasses of champagne in his hands. "Thought we could celebrate alone" he mused, kicking the door closed gently behind him.

He handed you the glass, "you gave me this a few hours ago" you giggled holding your hand out to him.

He caught it bringing it up to his lips kissing the knuckle above the engagment ring "I know, and you agreed to marry me" he slipped under the duvet, tapping his glass against yours "can't wait for you to be my wife" he confessed.

You moved closer to him "can't wait for you to be my husband, Mr Murphy" you took a small sip from the glass, the bubbles popping against your lips.

Cillian shifted under the covers, his free hand palming over himself over his boxers, you laughed lightly "You like that huh?" he took your glass placing it on the bedside table.

As he turned round he pulled you into him, kissing you "Mr Murphy sounds amazing coming from your mouth" he sighed nipping down your neck, hand moving under your cami top, cupping at your bare breast.

You're fingers brushed over the harsh shaved sides of his head, this was the first time you'd seen his iconic Tommy haircut in person, It was hot, when he'd first FaceTimed you he'd been grumbling about how much he hated it.

"This hair" you almost groaned, pressing your thighs together, he dropped his head into the dip between your breasts.

Letting out a deep laugh against your skin "not you as well" he looked up at you, biting at your lip

"it's really hot Mr Murphy" you batted your eyes lashes as he moved up to devour your lips with his.

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[camillemonty]

Crush

JJ x Reader|kook

Summary: You just moved to outer banks and you are not so thrilled about your new kook life as your parents and are curious about how your summer will be.

As the summer goes on surprises come along with ups and downs, tears and laughter, new friends and family.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4(p1), Chapter 4(p2), Chapter 5

Chapter 6 - Golf day

A couple of days had passed since Midsummer. You haven't seen JJ and the Pogues since the night on the beach, and frankly, you couldn't stop thinking about it, more than anything about JJ, the way he hold on to you in the water, if you concentrated enough you could feel the shadows of his arms around your waist.

"Earth to y/n" Lane said snapping you out of your thoughts.

You blinked a couple of times "Sorry"

"What are you thinking?" She leaned his arms on the table.

"Nothing" you lied "just on how much do we have to wait for our food" you leaned back on your chair.

Lane laughed and rolls her eyes. You two were at the mainland, she had to do some errands for her mom and took you with her. The food arrived minutes later and looked delicious; you two kept talking through all the meal.

"Oh by the way" Lane started “I'm pretty sure my brother likes you"

You choke with your water "what?"

She laughed "Yeah he couldn't stop talking about how pretty you were at Midsummer and how funny you are" she winks at you.

“Oh…” you didn't know what to say.

“Don’t worry, you don’t have to tell me you like him, I’m just catching you up in that” you nodded “oh and Cooper gets very flirty” she warned with a smile on her face, you returned a shy smile and changed the subject asking her about Peter, knowing she will talk and talk about him, letting the Cooper thing to aside.

Lane was parking in front of your house when her phone starts buzzing. She answers and put Cooper on the speaker.

"Hey bro" she teases.

"Hey are you two back yet?" He asks at what Lanes answers yes "do you want to come and play golf with us?"

"Who are us?" She asks.

"Well me and the guys, Peter I think you know him" he teases back as Lane rolls her eyes.

"I don't know how to play golf" you said.

"Oh don't worry I'll teach you" he said quickly.

"5 minutes" Lane hung up and winked at you.

You got out of the car in some part of Figure 8 you haven't been before, the houses were twice as your and the backyard was basically a golf course, you saw Cooper and the others already playing in the distance and with Lane's arm looped in yours, you walked towards them.

"Hey" Lane said when you were close enough, letting your arm go.

Peter went straight to her, giving her a big hug, while Cooper appeared behind him to say hi to you.

"Are you girls ready?" He asked excitedly.

You two just nodded and say hi to the other three guys, Peter was taking care of Lane, even if she was a perfect player, she swung the club and hit the ball making it disappear in the air, everyone clapped at her. Cooper on the other hand was attached to you; he showed you all the clubs and explained to you their differences and when to use them. He made a couple of demonstrations on how to hit the ball, how to get in position, and how to make the perfect shot. You took the opportunity to look at him, the way his polo shirt stretched on his back with every move he made, marking his muscles, how he stuck out his tongue a little and bite it for concentration or how his eyes got brighter every time the ball disappeared in front of him.

"Now it's your turn" he said turning at you, taking you back to reality, and handed you the club he was using

"Ok" you grabbed it and placed yourself trying to imitate him "like this?" You asked.

"Bend your knees a little more" he said and you did it "ok shot"

You bite your lower lip for concentration and swing the club hitting the ball, it was awful, and the ball ended up like 10 feet away.

"Not bad" he chuckled.

"It was awful" you retorted.

"C'mon that was your first try, give yourself some credit" he laughed "try again" he puts a ball in the same place as the first one, but this time he got behind you, placing his hand in yours, you stiffened in surprise, feeling his chest pressed against your back “Relax” he chuckled in your ear causing you goosebumps, you nodded and let him guide you "much better" he said after hitting the ball that was now some 50 feets away. You tilted your head a little to look at him and smiled, a smirk already on his face.

JJ and Pope were on Heyward's boat they were going to deliver some groceries through Figure 8 as a favor for Pope’s dad.

"Thanks for coming with me JJ" Pope spoke.

"Always man," JJ said "easiest way to make 100 bucks anyway" the two laughed.

They got out of the boat with some of the grocery bags and started walking through the dock, taking different routes. They find each other again at the boat, ready two trip number two, this time going to the same house.

"Kooks in their natural habitat" mocked JJ nodding at the group of Kooks playing golf.

Pope rolls his eyes, none of them recognizing you in the distance, that until they get closer.

"Isn't that y/n?" Pope questions.

JJ looks up searching through the faces until he sees you, your laugh reaching his ears as you had your head tilted back and a golf club in your hands. He stops when he sees that you are laughing with Cooper, his grip getting tighter on the bags as heat grows inside him. JJ couldn't stop thinking about you since the night at the beach, the way your arms clutched on his neck, and the way your body felt on his arms, deep down he hoped that you felt the same way but from what he could see you didn't, you were doing just fine letting Cooper teach and guide you to make the right movements. He shook his head snapping himself out of his thoughts and nodded at Pope to keep walking. The two were ready to leave, JJ glanced over you one more time and for his bad luck, you saw him.

"Hey" you wave at the guys and jogged towards them.

"Y/n" Pope side hugged you "How are you?"

"I'm fine" you said getting closer to JJ but he took a step back, "you?"

"Fine, we were delivering some stuff from my dad" Pope explained.

“Cool” you and Pope saw JJ, he was extremely quiet. "How are the others?" You asked, looking at JJ.

"They are fine" he said, a blank stare on his face.

Pope frowned, knowing something was wrong with his friend "we are doing something at John B's place tonight" he said turning his head back to you "do you want to come?"

"Oh…" you started but JJ interrupted you.

"Actually is a Pogue thing, you can't come" he said sharply as Pope looked at him in confusion "don't know why Pope is inviting you" he looked at you with hardened eyes, "you are not part of the group anyway" with his last words you felt a knot forming in your stomach.

"Oh ok" that was everything you could mumble, feeling your cheeks turn red with embarrassment as something got twisted in your chest.

"Anyway I see you're kinda busy" he said bitterly narrowing his eyes at you, you felt the knot go up to your throat and tried your best to keep a serious face, not wanting to show them that his words hurt you "Have fun with your friends, kook princess" he snorted and turned his back walking away, leaving you and Pope standing there.

You felt frozen, as your heart shrinks in your chest "Sorry," said Pope and followed JJ.

You stayed there, looking at them go away. The sweet JJ from the other night disappearing in front of your eyes, making you think that it was all because of the alcohol.

"Y/n" Lane shouted.

You shook your head and put on a fake smile, walking towards the group of friends to keep playing. You tried your best not to get affected by what he said but you failed, your chest felt cold and sadness filled your body.

“Are you ok?” Cooper whispered after a while, worry on his face.

You looked up and smiled “yeah I’m good” your smile didn’t reach your eyes, and he noticed it, but instead of asking he just nodded, not wanting to make you uncomfortable.

Pope followed his friend in silence; JJ started the boat making his way back home, a couple of minutes into the ride Pope finally spoke.

“Mmm JJ?” he started.

“What?”

“What was that about?” Pope asked.

“Just saying the truth” JJ kept his eyes in the front.

“That was kinda harsh don’t you think?” he didn’t answer “you didn’t see the look on her eyes but she was hurt” JJ’s eyes flickered, feeling bad for hurting you, but turned back to a void stare in a matter of seconds.

Later that day the two guys arrived at the Chateau, JJ went straight to the spare room that he claimed as his and snapped closed the door.

“What’s up with him?” Kie asked from the sofa.

“I don’t know” Pope replied.

At the end of the day Lane drove you home, telling you how much fun she had today, you got out of the car and smiled at her, just to go to your room and think about the encounter with JJ, his words stuck on your mind. You tend to overthink so now every encounter with him and the Pogues repeated in your head trying to find a hint on what you did wrong or how you didn't realize that they didn't like you.

The next day you were walking back home from one of the supermarkets, a couple of bags in hand, your headphones on, and music at all the volume, until a hand takes one off from behind. You turned around hoping to find a friendly face but no, it was Liam.

"What do you want?" You huffed.

"Can't I just come and say hi?" A wicked smile on his lips.

"Well you just did so bye" you gave him your back but he stopped you grabbing your shoulder "what?" you turned back.

"I just want to talk" he kept his grip "how are you doing?"

"I'm fine"

"I'm fine too thanks for asking" you rolled your eyes.

"Don't you have a new girlfriend to bother?" You asked.

He let out a little smile "she's busy right now"

"Me too, bye" you pulled from his grip and he let you go.

"So what is it going to be? Kooks or Pogues?" He asks.

"What?" You turned around.

"You know, at Midsummer you disappeared with the Pogues, and yesterday you were playing golf with Kooks"

"Are you spying on me or something?" You asked, starting to get angry.

"I don't need to honey… words travel fast" he smirked "so I bet that from the Pogues you are doing the Blondie and from the Kooks Cooper, I heard how he got behind you and all" he winked at you.

You turned your back at him and started to walk away "Be glad at least someone wants you on this Island" he speaks loudly but you ignore him "I bet I was better in bed anyway" he shouted.

You decided to ignore him again, even if your blood boiled with anger. You got inside your house tossing the bags on the kitchen counter and ran your hands through your hair; the house was unbearably quiet and you couldn't stand it, you took your keys and walked out. You were muttering stuff in your head, from Liam to JJ and Cooper, who is saying that stuff about you? Who believes them?. You walked and walked and without noticing it you arrived at the boardwalk, the day was beautiful, not a cloud in the sky and people took advantage of it, tourist filled the streets. The beach wasn't full but it wasn't empty either a couple of groups of people were sitting in the sand. This wasn't the beach from the other night but you couldn't help but remember everything again, from the drinks and the games to the night swimming. You shook your head, not wanting to remember the last part, and kept walking looking down at your feet.

"Y/n" you hear someone call after a while, you looked up to see Sarah and Kie walking towards you.

"Hey" you gave them a little smile.

"How are you?" Sarah asked.

"Long time no see" Kie spoke.

"I'm fine, just walking" you shrug.

"Do you want to join us?" Kie asked, pointing behind her. You glance at where she was pointing and recognized the three boys, when your eyes meet the back of JJ you hesitated as a knot forms in your throat remembering his words from yesterday. The girls notice it and look between each other.

"Don't worry I don't want to bother" you finally said and shook your head softly.

"What do you mean? You don't bother us" Sarah questioned.

"It's just that…" you started "JJ…" you felt stupid "maybe another day I was going back home anyway" you smiled at the two and started your way back. Your chest felt tight, maybe they didn't knew that JJ told you how they felt about you. The girls looked at each other again, confusion running in their eyes.

"Where's Y/n?" John B asked when the girls arrived back to them.

"She just ditched us" Sarah spoke.

"Oh that's weird," John B said.

Pope gave a quick glance to JJ, while he kept his eyes on the waves.

"What did you do?" Kie asked looking at JJ, making everyone look at him.

"What do you mean?" He said.

"She was going to say something, then she said JJ and then she just ditched us" she explained "all with this weird and hurt look, so what did you do?"

"I don't know what you're talking about" JJ lied and Pope snorted quietly, but not quiet enough.

"What do you know?" Kie talked to Pope, all eyes on him now. JJ rolled his eyes knowing Pope was going to tell everything "well?" She insisted.

Pope sigh "he was a little rude to her yesterday"

"What happened?" John B asked.

Pope sigh "We ran into her at Figure 8, she asked how you guys where and I asked her if she wanted to come to hang out at your place, then JJ said that she couldn't come because it was a just Pogues thing" the four frowned knowing that he kept something to himself “ and?” Kie insisted "and that she wasn't part of our group"

"Are you serious?" Kie asked JJ, mad.

"Why did you do that?" Sarah questions.

“Bro that just so… not cool” John B said.

"It's true isn't it?" JJ defended himself "she's not part of the group" The four rolled other eyes at JJ.

"At least gave her a chance! You know how hard is to make friends in a place like this?" Sarah said "and one day you are hugging her on the beach and the next you tell her she's not part of the group, what's wrong with you?"

"Yeah, If you don't want to admit you kinda like her that's your problem but we like her" Kie said.

JJ rolled his eyes "whatever I don't care"

"You’ll apologize to her" Kie stated.

"Fuck no" JJ turned back to the water.

"Fuck yes" Kie said getting in front of him "we are going tonight"

You arrived at your house a while ago and went straight to your room, you stayed there laying in your bed and looking at the ceiling, with your sad playlist playing in the background, you felt void not wanting to think or feel anything. You let go a long breath and rubbed your eyes, to your surprise your phone paused the music and started buzzing, you reached out to grab it and read "Amy" on the screen. Your best friend.

"Hey" you said.

"Hey" you heard her voice "guess what happened?" She said and started to tell you all the gossip back home. After almost half an hour of Amy talking she finished "what about you?" you sigh "what happened?"

"Not much"

"Don't lie, I can hear in your voice that you are sad, tell me" she insisted.

"Well" you stood up from your bed and went to the window "give me a second" you left the phone on your desk and opened it "first of all Liam is an asshole" you said sitting in the frame as she laughed in your ear.

"How do we know this is her place?" John B asked while parking in front of your house.

"I live three streets away, I think I know my neighborhood" Sarah spoke.

"Your turn Blonde" said Kie opening the back door as JJ rolls his eyes.

"Do I really have to do this?" He asked.

"Yes dude" said Pope, pushing him out.

JJ stepped outside the Van and sigh "fucking hate you all" he said and made his way to the house.

All the lights from the front were off, he didn't plan on knocking at the door so he sneaked his way to the backyard, hoping everyone was asleep. He saw the reflection of one of the lights and then heard your voice.

"I felt so embarrassed, I thought they liked me" you said and he stopped moving "I ran into them today, but I escaped" Silence "I just couldn't be there after everything he told me" JJ came a little closer to the voice, standing right under the window "maybe it's just him that doesn't like me but same you know? I mean I see him and I can hear him telling me all that again" you spoke "I don't know Amy that's a stupid move", "Oh talking about that Lane told me that her brother likes me" JJ clenched his jaw at the comment "He offered me to give me golf lessons" you said as his hands become fists "I don't know Amy, both of them are handsome but is very clear who wants me around and who doesn't", " yeah you should come and see that for yourself" you laughed.

JJ had enough and walked away, he knew you were talking about him in that conversation, he couldn't help but feel his chest get tight and weird cold filled him, he knew he hurt you the other day, but he couldn't help it, that's what he wanted, he was mad that you were with Cooper, the way he was touching you, his mouth on your ear,  his hands on your hands, it drove him crazy.

"Well?" Pope asks as JJ gets closer to the Van.

"She is sleeping" he lies and hops inside.

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[breanime]

Event requests as promised! Song one: Almost (Sweet Music) by Hozier. Lines "I'm almost me again/And she's almost you/ I laugh like me again / And she laughs like you". Something angsty (obviously) would be aces and I'm going to leave the character of Ben's up to you! Surprise me.

I… I don’t even know what happened here, babe. It got away from me. TW: Mentions/depictions of death

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Billy could only be with her when he was drunk, burnt out from the joy ride of drinking until all his thoughts were reduced to images of you and song lyrics. When he kissed her and thought of you, he would think to himself “be still, my foolish heart”, knowing good and damn well that the rush he got from the action was only because he substituted her face for yours. But he tried not to think of that too much; he didn’t want to ruin the little bit of joy he got from these excursions.

He picked her specifically because she reminded him of you. She was nowhere near as good as the real thing, of course, but Billy could accept the knock-off until he could finally be with you again. Until then, he’d indulge himself in this sweet music in the dark, pretending every kiss was from your lips, every movement a way to get more and more lost in you. The more he did it, the more he could lie to himself. He was almost himself again, and she…

…she was almost you.

She was on top of him, and Billy had his hands on her hips, remembering the way you would bite your lip when he dug his nails into your skin. He was getting better and better at this; he didn’t have to close his eyes to conquer up your face anymore, he could look up at this girl and just… erase her from existence and replace her bland features with your exquisite ones.

“Billy,” she moaned his name.

He laughed–he’d told her time and time again just how he liked her to sound when they were like this, and she’d ran with it. She thought he got so excited because she sounded sexy with that extra breathlessness to her voice. No. She sounded like you. Almost–almost like you. He laughed again and she laughed back. She even laughed like you.

Afterwards, as he was putting his pants back on, she started talking to him. She started with compliments and then moved into insinuating about the rest of his week. He didn’t like that. She was–it was wrong, her way of speaking. You never sounded like that; you were always sure and straight forward. This girl could barely do coy on a good day, much less after a round of back-breaking sex.

“I’m off the next three days,” she was saying, and Billy felt his jaw clench as he pulled his shirt on. “I was thinking I could maybe stick around here for a while, cook you something nice…”

Billy turned to her, tossing her dress over to her roughly. She stopped talking. “No thanks.”

She bit her lip–you used to do that. You looked adorable when you did it, she just looked…out of place. “Billy,” she tried again, “we’ve been doing this for almost a year now… Don’t you think it’s time for us to get serious?”

“No,” he answered bluntly, “I think it’s time for you to get out.”

She huffed, standing up and stepping into her dress. “Why do you even call me?” She asked, grabbing her shoes and holding them to her chest. “You know I–I like you,” she said, “I liked you for so long–way before you and Y/N got together–”

“–Don’t,” he growled, feeling his entire body tense up, “don’t say her name.”

“Why not?” She went on. “You do. Don’t think I haven’t noticed the way you moan her name when we’re together–I have. I know you’re using me, and I thought I was okay with that, but…”

“If you’re not into it anymore,” he said coolly, “then go.”

“Don’t you think I want to?” She had tears in her eyes now. Billy watched the way her eyes glistened and tried to make himself care. He only could when he transformed them into your eyes in his mind. “God, Billy–I know you were in love with her, and I can never match up to her, but I’m trying! Can’t you see I’m trying? I cut my hair like her’s, I changed the way I talk so I can sound more like her–but I’m not her, I’m never going to be her!”

“I know.”

“It’s time for you to move on,” she said, tears streaming down her face, “This–this isn’t healthy, Billy, it’s not good for either of us.” She took a few steps towards him, but Billy stepped back. He didn’t want her to touch him. She sniffled. “You’re never going to be happy, living like this.”

Billy sighed, rolling his shoulders. “You think I don’t know that?” He asked back. “You think I don’t know that you–you’re a cheap imitation at best, a temporary distraction at worst? I don’t give a single shit about you,” he said, watching her eyes widen in shock, “I never did when you were like a bitch in heat sniffin’ around me when me and Y/N were together, and I don’t now.” He moved so he was in front of her, eyes wide and black as he spoke. “I would trade you 100 times over just for a glimpse of her.”

She gasped, tears dribbling down her face and gathering at the base of her chin. “I–I hate you.”

He sneered, pressing his nose to hers so she could see just how serious he was. “I. Don’t. Care.”

“You–you–you,” her chin wobbled, “You’re a monster!”

He turned, a chuckle escaping his lips.

“Asshole!” She was yelling now. “You’re a piece of shit, Billy Russo! You–you’re the worst thing that’s ever happened to me!”

Billy was almost to the door now, he knew where this was going and had no interest in watching her meltdown. He had suffered your tantrums–and would, still, if he had the chance–but he was in love with you. He could give a shit about her.

“I used to envy her because she had your love,” she was still going on, “But now I don’t. Hell–I think I get her now: Y/N had to die to get away from you!”

Billy turned on his heels in a second. He saw red, he felt the air still and the music in his head stop. When he came back to himself, he had his hand around her throat and she was gagging. He looked into her face and saw her–no sign of you, no memory he could conquer to calm him. So be it.

“You envy her?” He asked, watching her tongue flop around as she tried to get air. She was scratching his arm now, but he wasn’t fazed. “She’s in a goddamn box,” he said, “She’s fucking gone, and she ain’t ever comin’ back. And you,” he tightened his grip, “every breath you breathe, every beat of your rancid heart is a waste…” He licked his lips, watching her eyes roll back into her head. “Not anymore.”

Her body fell to the ground with a thump, and Billy felt nothing. No sense of satisfaction or concern, certainly not a feeling of remorse. Why should she live when you didn’t? It was bad enough Billy lived–but then again, that was his penance. He would have to live out the rest of his days missing you, seeking you out in other women until he couldn’t stand the lie anymore, until finally, one day, he was reunited with you again.

He stared at the body at his feet, envying her position. God, how he wanted to die. How he wanted to be with you in the afterlife.

“Be still, my foolish heart,” he whispered into the empty room, “Be still…”

His wish went on deaf ears. His heart kept on beating.

[lovlieziam]

prompt 100~"I'm gonna kill you if you leave me by myself." Thank you!

I’m very happy you sent this one in. I loved it. I’m also extremely sorry I took so long :/

100. *Make up your own* (and a very good one you did make up)

Liam was going to kill Zayn. He had already planned at leastthree different scenarios with various contingencies in case something wentwrong. Really, everything was in place, and all Liam had to do was followthrough.

“Mmm, Zayn you really did snatch yourself up a good one,yeah?”

Liam suppressed a full body shiver as one of Zayn’s auntsgroped his bicep, leaning forward into his space. It was too fucking close;almost as close as Liam was to losing his damn mind. He’d been putting up with thevarious women in Zayn’s family practically feeling him up for the better partof two hours and he could feel his carefully controlled calm slipping away.

Really, these women were more than any sane person was equippedto handle. And Zayn, the bastard, has just been laughing at Liam with no hint of remorse. Liam was here as a favor to Zayn. He had agreed to come tothis wedding to relieve some of the pressure Zayn would’ve faced had he shownup alone.

This was the last time Liam was pretending to be hisboyfriend, that’s for damn sure.

Zayn giggled from his spot next to Liam, the spot on theopposite side of miss touchy feely. Honestly, hadn’t she groped Liam enough. Hewould quite like his arm back at some point tonight, thanks.

“I did, didn’t I?” Zayn answered, his too bright eyesswinging up to meet Liam’s. Liam felt his own narrow in response at theamusement playing out in Zayn’s eyes. He really was a bastard.

“Yes,” one of the aunts began. At least, Liam was prettysure it was one of the aunts—he stopped paying close attention after the thirdone had placed her hand somewhere that was decidedly not Liam’s bicep. “He isquite the…catch.”

Liam watched as she let her eyes drift down his body,catching on spots that she particularly liked, and this time Liam couldn’t stopthe full body shudder that raked through him. These women were vultures, jesus.

Zayn snickered beside him, and when Liam turned to face himhe had a hand covering his mouth to stop most of the noise. Liam added anotherstrategy to his “Ways to Kill Zayn” list. You know, just in case the firstseven failed.

There were several murmurs of agreement from the ladies surroundingthem. Not for the first time that night—hell, not for the first time in thelast five minutes—Liam thought about running for the door. Zayn was lucky Liamfucking liked him.

“Zayn!”

Both Liam and Zayn turned at the voice, watching as Doniyaapproached. “Zayn, mum’s been looking everywhere for you. She wants a pictureof us all before you and Liam decide to disappear in some dark corner.”

Liam felt a blush rise up his neck at Doniya’s wordsbecause, god did he want to find adark corner alone with Zayn, but they weren’tactually dating. Everyone just thought they were. Liam thought that madeeverything so much worse.

Zayn shifted beside Liam, drawing the man’s attention. Liamwas surprised to find a faint dusting of red covering Zayn’s own cheeks. “Yeah,okay,” Zayn squeaked out. Apparently he was just as effected by Doniya’s wordsas Liam was, but Liam couldn’t tell if it was because he—like Liam—liked thethought of a dark corner or because he hated it. Liam wasn’t sure he wanted toknow the answer. Zayn turned to face him, squeezing his hand quickly beforedropping it. “I’ll be right back, yeah? Should just be a couple moments.”

Liam felt panic rise in his throat at Zayn’s words because no, Zayn couldn’t leave him alone. Thesewomen would devour him the momentZayn started walking away.

Liam reached out, gripping Zayn’s arm just a hair too tightlyin his panic. He relaxed his grip slightly as Zayn turned to look at him,concern written plainly on his features.

“Li?”

“Don’t leave me here, please. I’m begging you.”

Zayn’s concern turned to confusion for a few seconds beforehis face morphed into an amused grin. “What, afraid of a couple older ladies,Liam?”

Liam narrowed his eyes at Zayn once again, tempted to wipethat smug grin off his face. “Zayn,” Liam warned. Zayn only grinned wider,slowly pulling his arm away from Liam. He stepped up into Liam’s space, leaningforward until his breath was ghosting over Liam’s lips and his chest waspressed tightly against Liam’s.

“I promise they don’t bite, Liam. Well, not usually. You do seem to be bringing out a surprisinglyanimalistic side of them.” Liam felt Zayn drift his finger across and up hisarm until he was able to wrap them around Liam’s bicep, an action eerilysimilar to the one his aunt had done. “Can’t say I blame them, though. I mean,this suit looks really good on you,Li.” He punctuated his statement with an eyebrow waggle before starting to pullaway again.

“Enjoy yourself, babe,” Zayn said. He tried to make a quick escape,but Liam caught him around the waist before he could, hauling him to his chestonce more in a mirror to their previous position.

“Zayn.” Liam’s voicewas calm, the tone belying the next words out of his mouth. “I’m gonna kill youif you leave me by myself.”

A laugh erupted from Zayn’s throat, and he was still pressedso close to Liam. Liam hated the way his heart skipped a beat at the way hisbreath rushed over Liam’s cheek.

“I’m serious, Zayn,” Liam continued. “I’ve already plannedyour murder eleven times over now. If you leave me here by myself, you might aswell write your fucking will while you’re away.”

Zayn’s only response was to laugh again, and Liam tried tokeep his stony expression, he really did, but Zayn was so fucking beautiful when he laughed like that.Liam was a lot in love with him. He felt a smile steal over his lips, not as brightas the one on Zayn’s, but slowly working its way there.

“And to think my mother loves you. What would she thinkabout her son’s boyfriend planning his murder, hmm, Liam?”

Once again, Liam’s traitorous heart skipped a beat becausethe word boyfriend rolled off Zayn’stongue so easily and Liam absolutely ached with wanting. He tried his hardestto push the feeling down like he always did.

“I reckon she’d feel about it almost the same way she’d feelabout said son throwing his boyfriend to the wolves back there. I don’t know ifyou know this, Zaynie, but she’s incredibly fond of me. Don’t think she’d taketoo kindly to you just betraying me like that.”

Liam watched as the edges of Zayn’s eyes went soft, hissmile forming into something incredibly fond. This wasn’t the first time he’dlooked at Liam like that, but it was the first time he’d been this close while looking at Liam like that.It fucked with his head a lot.

“She does really love you. Sometimes I’m pretty sure shelikes you more than she likes me.” Zayn was still looking up at Liam with thosesoft eyes and, fuck, Liam couldn’t concentrate.

“What c’n I say? ‘S part of my charm.” Liam felt his breathcatch in his throat as Zayn’s head drifted impossibly closer. His warm breath wasfanning against Liam’s lips and it took all of his will power to not pushforward the last few millimeters separating them.

“Like I said,” Doniya called. “Before you guys find a dark corner please.”

Her words were like a bucket of ice water thrown on thepair, and both quickly pulled back while refusing to meet the others’ eyes. Theyhad almost fucking kissed. Theyprobably would have, too, if Doniya hadn’t interrupted them. Liam was ashamed toadmit his disappointment at the interruption.

“Right, um,” Zayn began. He took another step back fromLiam, shyly bringing his eyes up to Liam’s. Liam watched him hesitate for amoment before, “Will, um, will you actually be okay here with…” He swung hiseyes to the group of women standing behind Liam, and one corner of his mouthquirked up. He met Liam’s gaze again, most of the awkwardness disappearing ashumor took over. “With your biggest fans? Or will I have to send a rescue teamhalfway through my family photo?”

Liam felt a grin tug on his own lips. “Yeah, laugh it upnow. You won’t be laughing so much when I carry out plan number fifty-three onmy ‘Ways to Murder Zayn’ list.” Zayn’s responding laugh was bright, the smilethat stole over his lips taking Liam’s breath away. He was so fucked over thisboy, and the worst part? Liam was helpless to do anything about it. Honestly,he didn’t think he wanted to if it meant Zayn would keep smiling at him likethat.

“Nah, you love me too much for that, Leeyum.” Zayn sent Liama wink—and fuck if Liam’s heart didn’tskip a beat—before Doniya let out an impatient huff behind him.

“As fun as it is to sit here and watch the two of you shamelesslyflirt, mum is waiting for us…” Doniya quirked up an eyebrow, obviously eager toget the picture over with.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m coming,” Zayn said. He reached a handforward, drifting it down Liam’ arm before wrapping his finger’s around Liam’s.“Wait for me, yeah?”

The smile on Liam’s face softened as he squeezed the fingersinter locked with his own. “Yeah, Zed. Always.”

Continued here

[not-just-any-fangirl]

I walked into a pillar at work today and gave myself a mild concussion. A colleague had to take care of me cause I was really dazed. Now that I feel better I'm sure this can become a good prompt for a fluffy Nalu oneshot! xD

Mid-Day Concussions

Word Count; 1849

I know you prob didn’t mean this, but all I can think of is in my deaf!Natsu au bcus I love it! Also, adorable scenario, I hope you’re alright, and I’m SO SORRY this is so late

Lucy couldn’t tell if she wanted to laugh or to cry.

On the one hand, Natsu was currently laying in her small dorm room, in her bed, half unconscious and Lucy had no clue how to help him. On the other hand, he was in this state because he had walked into a pole. An honest to god, cartoon-like scenario, pole. 

Lucy made calming noises when Natsu shifted, scowling to herself when she remembered how stupid that reflex was in her current situation seeing how he was deaf, and nothing Lucy could do could be helpful. He made a noise, low and distressed, and Lucy wanted to scream. She tapped his shoulder, urging him to look at her. After several tries he finally did, emerald gaze unfocused and a large and angry looking knot forming dead center on his forehead. 

“Are you okay?” Lucy signed, speaking out loud as well. Natsu blinked once, nodding as he curled onto his other side so he was closer to Lucy. She smiled as she ran a hand through his hair, Natsu pushing slightly into the touches. They had only been friends for a few months, dating for a week and a half, but Lucy knew how physical he was. Cuddles, casual hand-holding, and resting his chin on top of her head were all daily expectations at this point, and Lucy loved it.

“M’fine,” Natsu mumbled. And Lucy was back to freaking out because she couldn’t tell if he was slurring from his injury or just not concentrating as he spoke.  

Lucy ran her hand along the side of his face, brushing his bangs from his face and tracing an eyebrow piercing with one finger. Natsu cracked his eye open, and Lucy smiled at him. “Spell your name for me,” she signed. Natsu frowned at her, and Lucy made a low sound of irritation while keeping her expression the same. She repeated the phrase, slower. Natsu cocked his head, more confused. He tried to sit up, paling quickly and sweat beading on his temples. Lucy rushed as she pushed him back into her bed, worrying her lip at his whine. 

Lucy looked around the room, petting the top of Natsu’s head in what she hoped was comfort. Her curtain was drawn, stopping the afternoon sun from overstimulating Natsu’s maybe-concussed self, and all the books and notes that had been living on her bed for the past two weeks had migrated to her floor to make room for Natsu. If it weren’t for the pained look that twisted his features just enough for her to notice Lucy would have thought he looked adorable, curled in her twin bed and laying on top of her yellow polka dotted blanket, her stuffed dog that she had sewn a snowman nose onto when she was five being cuddled by Natsu as if it could chase away his pain. 

She was still in her work uniform, black t-shirt with her name tag on it and the university’s mascot on the back, hair pulled up in a messy ponytail because Lucy had woken up fifteen minutes before her shift. Natsu had greeted her with the sign for ‘pretty’, which made her blush more than any other guy that had called her gorgeous or beautiful or stunning. And then she had been distracted with her, y’know, job checking refunded books and buying back from the other two-dollars-above-broke students at Fairy Tail, and the next thing she knew Natsu had wandered off. Which usually didn’t bother her, except the store had finally stocked the textbook for the 500-student level 100 stats class. Lucy cringed as she thought of her coworkers dealing with the desperate throng of students. 

Then Natsu whimpered as he pressed into her hand, and Lucy couldn’t give a flying fuck about what was happening back at the campus bookstore. 

“Dummy,” Lucy mumbled to herself. She leaned forward, kissing his bump gently. Tomorrow, she’d laugh at him for walking into a god damn pillar, but right now all she wanted was to make sure he was okay. Lucy already wasn’t a fan of how Natsu acted like he was a burden, and she didn’t want to add a concussed and bedridden boyfriend to that mix of self-loathing that she had yet to unpack. 

She also really wanted to punch the guy that had shoved Natsu, but priorities. 

Natsu opened his eyes, and Lucy signed ‘name’ again, her fore and middle finger pressed tight against each other and swiping her right-hand fingers over her left-hand fingers twice. Natsu furrowed his brow at her hands, trying desperately to understand what in all hell she was saying. Lucy almost screamed because this wasn’t the first time this had happened before Natsu had finally gotten it, and she didn’t know whose fault it was. 

“Name?” Natsu asked out loud, looking at her questioningly. Lucy smiled, nodding quickly. Natsu barked out a laugh, throwing his head against the pillow behind him. Lucy scowled at him, unsure as to what was so funny but guessing that she was being laughed at. Natsu’s grin was weaker than usual, his normally golden brown skin a sickly grey under and red around his bump, but Lucy still got the impression of an amused cat in the twitch of his lips and glimmer under the haze in his eye. “Name.” Natsu signed, holding his hands like Lucy had, but instead of swiping he simply tapped them twice. 

Lucy groaned, covering her flushed face with her hands. She couldn’t believe it had been three months since she’d started taking ASL lessons after class on Fridays, and she had still messed up something as simple as ‘name’. She was limp as Natsu pulled her to bed, his pull weak, but still strong enough to tug her down and curl her against his chest. 

“Silly Lushi,”  Natsu hummed, kissing the top of her head. She pulled back, making sure Natsu could read her lips.

“I’m not the one who walked into a pole.”

Natsu pouted at her, nuzzling her cheek as he whined. “Mean Lushi. I’m concussed and yer mocking me.” Lucy snorted, gently running her hands from his neck to his chest and back up. As if she were the mean one here. A bottle of water sat freshly open on her bedside table, heating pads and cool packs both ready for use on the floor, a sick bucket in case his nausea turned into full-on gross puking like the concussion symptom list had said. And she was here cuddling him instead of at work! Mean, her ass.

“Mildly concussed, and maybe at that,” Lucy said, grinning at her bickering with Natsu. She was just thankful he was aware enough to read her lips, though she didn’t want to strain him and knew they should stop soon, just in case. “You’re usually so aware of the space around you, I don’t understand how you missed a foot and a half wide brick pole.”

Natsu’s pout deepened, cracking into a scowl when Lucy giggled at his expression. She kissed his lip ring, pulling back expectantly. 

“Was distracted,” Natsu grumbled, falling into silence as Lucy waited for him to continue. The muffled sounds of TV came through the thin walls of her dorm, and she couldn’t help but be thankful that sound wasn’t a factor that Lucy had to worry about keeping to a minimum for Natsu’s headaches. Cana may be a good friend, but considerate she tended to slip on, just for the simple fact of her forgetting to do so. 

“By what,” Lucy finally pressed. Lucy ran her thumb over his lip, pulling herself closer to him so all that separated them was Plue; her snowman slash dog stuffy. 

“You.” he said. His scowl softened,  expression turning serious and so unfathomably sincere that Lucy was winded. “I saw a bunny I thought you’d love, and wanted to give it to ya ‘cus ya looked so stressed. But then the guy shoved me ’cus I guess he thought I was ignoring him and I turned around to tell the jackass I was deaf and watch him be socially ruined by a crowd of people judging him for yelling at the deaf guy and there was a pillar and now my head hurts.”

Lucy kissed him, soft and sweet and careful so as to not hurt him but knowing no other thing to say what she felt. Adoration swelled in her chest for her dumb, goofy, pierced and pink haired puppy of a boyfriend. She didn’t know if she was in love with him yet, but damn if Lucy didn’t love this boy. Natsu returned the kiss, smiling with pleasant surprise as his lips pushed firmer against hers. He opened his mouth, tongue brushing against the seam of her lips hopefully, and Lucy pulled back. Natsu blinked at her before whining, trying to pull her back to him for a kiss. Lucy pressed her finger to his lips, biting her lip as she grinned and shook her head no. 

“Rest,” she signed. Natsu whined loudly, knowing his volume when Lucy rolled her eyes and increasing it. Lucy giggled in exasperation, gently tapping his temple to remind him of his injury. Now was not the time for lazy makeouts, and Lucy was unafraid to enforce that rule. 

“Fine,” Natsu conceded unhappily, returning to signing. “But check my jacket.” 

Lucy tilted her head in confusion but sat up and did as he requested anyway. She then gasped, pulling a yellow bunny stuffed animal the size of her hand out from his leather jacket, the name ‘Lucy’ stitched into it’s ear in white. 

She swatted at his arm, whirling on him from where she perched at the edge of her bed. “You stole the rabbit!?”

“Technically, you stole it ‘cus I forgot I had it in my pocket when ya led me out of the store. You should really put some tag detectors in there. Nothing even happened, at least I think it didn’t. The walk’s kinda fuzzy right now.” Natsu explained simply, as if hadn’t just stolen from her place of employment. Lucy huffed at his blase attitude toward grand-theft-bunny. She gave him a judgemental look as he led her back to his chest, wrapping his arms around her.

“Unbelievable,” she muttered to herself. Then Natsu nuzzled into the top of her head, breathing in deeply and relaxing as he took in her scent. Which Lucy would find weird, if his own mix of cologne and natural musk wasn’t lulling her into an afternoon nap as well. She couldn’t help it, burrowing deeper into his chest, each holding a stuffed animal with one arm. Lucy smiled. She could always pay for it later, granted that Natsu didn’t do something like die on her in his sleep. 

Lucy laughed to herself, legs tangling easily with Natsu’s. It would take more than ramming headfirst into a brick wall to take out her boyfriend. She didn’t think she knew anyone that was as strong as her Natsu. 

Definitely none that were as adorable or unknowingly sweet as him. 

[heartsoftruth]

1/Hi, I apologize in advance for this long message but I just wanted to ask you if you had ever received insults or criticisms or even guys who harassed you because you're a girl who loves football? I'm asking you this because I live this constantly. Yesterday when Barça won the CDR I was so happy so I shared my joy on my social media and I commented on some FB publications related to the match and the majority of ppl on these pages are men so I have only received insults degrading messages.

Anonymous said:2/I was told to go back to the kitchen, that I should go back to clean, that I loved Barça only for cute players or that I probably didn’t know anything about football and was probably repeating what men around me were saying to look smart,.. I will not tell you everything they told me but it was really degrading and mean, I absolutely did not say anything bad, there were comments from guys who writed bullshit on the post but no one answered them but under mine there was like 100 replies.

Anonymous said:3/And I just wrote “I’m so happy and sad at the same time, I will miss Andres so much, it will not be the same without him..” On my other comments also I received insults like "Come suck my c*ck, you will be more useful” “oh a girl trying to make herself interesting by loving football” “shut your mouth bitch it’s a page for men here, go back to cook” And all that just because I’m a girl, if it had been a man who had commented the same thing they would have agreed with him.

Anonymous said:4/It’s unbelievable that a woman can’t love football as much as a man do without being looked at or asked to justify why she really loves football because if a girl likes football it’s surely because she’s in love with the players or wants to fuck with them or that she invents it to have the attention of men, because it is impossible that a woman can really love or understand football, so when it happens I have to justify myself so that they are convinced that I really like this sport..Anonymous said:5/It’s sad that in 2018 for a lot of ppl women = cooking, doing housework, pleasing men and keep quiet. Usually I avoid going into the football debates of my male friends or those of my family because they automatically make fun of me and my opinion is irrelevant. So if you have a vagina your brain is too stupid to understand football and enjoy it? I’m tired of having to hide my passion for football because I risk being insulted. It’s sad because I know I’m not the only one who suffers this..

Anonymous said:6/I discovered football when I was a child, I quickly became a big fan, I even played it many years but growing up my dad start laughing at me and telling me that I should be more interested in girls stuff and he asked me which player I was as much in love to continue to love football like that and the men around me told me that women’s football was not real football so I should stop playing it, my mother also agreed that I should stop because she was afraid that her daughter become a tomboy.

Anonymous said:7/I was stupid enough to believe theses bullshit and I stopped playing at my club. Yes I am feminine in general, I also like makeup, dresses, shoes and stuff like that but sometimes I like to wear my Barça jersey or football outfits too and when I walk in the street with it I get glances, guys who come to talk to me or say that I’m ridiculous with my jersey, one day 2 guys even come to ask me questions on the club to see if I really know about Barça and that it’s not just to get attention..

Anonymous said:8/It’s tiring and exhausting, I’d like to love this sport without suffering all that, what’s the deal with that, it’s a sport among many, why it’s impossible to let a girl enjoy this sport without belittling her? Why is it so difficult for men to believe that we really love this sport too without necessarily wanting to fuck with players? I’m tired, it’s getting depressing and with all the insults I received yesterday I feel like I’m going to be crazy, I really wanted to cry because of my anger..

Anonymous said:9/If you or the followers of your blog undergo this too, can you tell me how you do to support it or to finish with that please? And if there are guys who follow your blog I’d like them to explain to me, if they do these things, just why ? Why a woman who loves football should deserve so much hate and criticism and why it’s as difficult for guys to accept that women can love football too? I’m really sorry again for this long message but I’m really fed up.. 😫

Heey girlie!! OMG dont apologize for the long message! I feel like you needed to vent a little and then it’s 100% better to just write it all down instead of keeping it in. and DAMN you had all the reasons to vent, because what those neanderthals wrote to you MAKES MY BLOOD BOILLLLLLLLL FUUUUUUCK!!!

BOOOOOILLLLLL!!!! 

Im gonna reply to the parts in parts because otherwise the answer will be an unstructured mess. 

½/3: I dont even know where to start with my first off all comment with this ask! But pffff. It;s so so soooo sad that in 2018 people like that put comments under just a very normal and very correct post. It’s also really sad because probably right now you will think twice before commenting something under a footy Facebook thing. 

AND PLEAAAAASEE! Let me know what kind of FB page that is? I am literally fuming and almost on the verge of making a Twitter account for my Tumblr page to post it on here. It’s not fucking normal that when a girl says something about football guys talk like that. It’s not and it’s not ok. 100 replies under your comment? And all like that?? Pfff. Damn. FUMINGGGGG. 

I can understand you feel bad about it bc of all these people jumping on some kind of bandwagon behind their PC’s. Insecure bunch of dicks! 

4/5: Indeed we women have to know WAAAY more about football then men, because if we dont then we’re not serious about it or only watch it for the guys. “YESSSSS!!! THATS TOTALLY TRUE!!!! I watch 90+ minutes of football just for a few close-ups of the football players I like!!!11!1 Makes total sense” said no women who watches football ever. 

6/7/8/9: aaawhh… That is so sad… :( I can’t imagine how that must have felt as a child to be doing something you love but your parents make it out to be as if it was wrong. Not every girl likes pink and barbies just like not every guy likes blue and cars/football. Indeed I also love make up and getting dressed up etc etc. But I also love sitting in a cafe and watching football with a beer or something haha. 

I never wear a football shirt on the streets - unless im going to a match or watch in a cafe - today was the first time actually in my yellow PSG shirt haha. But no one said anything to me (other than a few hey girl). But it’s sad we have to prove something to these idiots… 

I think we’ve sadly all have had an experience like that. When I was younger and asked my friend at her party (or whatever it was) to see the football score a guy was like “what??? You dont watch it? Well then explain to me what off side is?!” That was the first time some guy asked me it and I did do it, but when someone would ask me it now I said: “You would ask a guy that too who says he watches football? Nope huh? So I won’t show you either!”

In Paris also on the way to the hotel the Uber driver was talking etc etc. And we spoke about football and I said how excited I am to finally see Neymar and hope he’s not injured anymore (because at the time he was stil injured and unclear if he would play) and all that blabla. And in one moment he said (in a joking way) oh you’re only here to see Neymar other than that you dont watch it. And I gave him a reality check real quick. My friend wanted to interfere and talk over it and I was like no no noooo. Lemme say my peace. 

Or at work people know I also love Neymar and then one new colleague thought it was funny (and maybe cool in front of the other guys) to say I only watch football for Neymar. And I gave him a reality check too. 

I used to bite my tongue when it came to that, but nowadays I’m like nope. I dont watch so much football for some insecure dick to be talking like that to me. 

But theres also many guys who you can just have a normal convo with about football. Like yesterday I had one with a guy I didn’t know and he was so chill. Or when I’m in the bar watching you also have guys normally coming up like are you also this nervous etc etc. During the Euro’s too. Met many friendly people who just spoke to us about football. Ok and s

What I also think is one of the problem is because many girls indeed just wear a shirt because it looks cute (which they of course can), but it makes it more difficult for us to be taken serious. Especially with tournaments like the Euros and WC many just watch football bc it’s fun with everyone in a cafe but they have no idea what they’re watching. And end up only confirming some of the thoughts by these neathertals. 

Can I ask you where you’re from btw?And please do tell which bs ass fb page you posted this one. I would be a good thing to create all these accounts to back you up or something. 

And indeed I’m curious too how other followers react to stupid comments like that?

And keep watching the sport you love girl! I know its tough at times being doubted to often for just watching something you like but lets hope that someday no one will question why we watch the sport we love.