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jifloulette · 8 months ago

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It reminded me of you.

relationships with blue lock boys as kpop songs . . .

pairing -> itoshi rin, bachira meguru, yoichi isagi x gn!reader (seperate !)

warnings -> some angst on some parts, swearing here and there, might be ooc ? not proofread !!

word count -> rin and yoichi's is 0.7k, bachira's is 0.9k

author's note -> please click the links on the song names !! it'll help you understand why i chose that specific song ^^

. . . itoshi rin !

♫ now playing . . run2u by stayc - - - next in queue . . save me save you by wjsn

You knew the risks of dating someone cold and stoic like RIN ITOSHI, hell you were even surprised that he liked you back. You knew damn well that you were going to get hurt in the process, but you didn't care. All you wanted to do was to be with him. It doesn't matter if he's happy (you might not see it on the outside but being his s/o made you know how he is if he's happy), disheartened or upset. Your friends warned, fuck, even your classmates who you didn't even know or liked told you so. They just didn't know him like you did. Yes, you've gotten hurt before but he would ALWAYS apologize. You've learned to become patient for him during his breakdowns, he would say things like "I fuckin' hate my lukewarm brother." and "I need to become fucking better, how else am I.. gonna beat him..". You were confused whenever his breakdowns happened, it wasn't a weekly thing for him to do that, it only happened whenever you noticed him become tense and pressured. You didn't know why he hated his brother, I mean the Itoshi Sae? But you've never asked him about it, knowing he'd get agitated.

You were the first ever person he fell for, the first person he genuinely liked being around. RIN ITOSHI was scared for the first time again, scared that one day you might leave him too. Scared that he might scare you away because god, he knows how he acts whenever he's feeling distressed. He couldn't understand it, why have you stayed this long with him? Why did you treat him so differently? Weren't you just using him for his money and his fame? He knew the answers to all of his questions when one day, he just couldn't take it anymore. He'd accidentally lashed out his anger on you, the one person who he actually cared for. RIN ITOSHI had accidentally hit you, it didn't hurt much, yet it still alarmed you. He realized what he did just in time before he held you in his arms, apologizing over and over again as he cried onto your shirt. "Baby.. it's okay, really.." you said to him while caressing his hair. "N-no.. it's not! I'd accidentally hurt you, the one person I genuinely cared for..! H-how is that okay?!" RIN ITOSHI replied, you carefully asked him if he wanted to talk about why he felt like this to which he hesitantly said yes to. "I wanna know what happened, Rinnie.. don't try to hide it. I'll always be by your side", just by saying those words, RIN ITOSHI poured his heart out on his vent to you, saying that he felt distressed because he heard some of your classmates saying that his brother will always be better than him. He told you the reason why he hated his brother, he recalled the night where his brother said some things that was too painful to say out loud. After he was done, you held him in your arms once more, RIN ITOSHI couldn't take it anymore. He cried once again, asking you why you had stayed with him this long, why were you here listening to his vents, were you just getting dirt to gossip about him? You asked him saying, "Rinnie.. you wanna know why I've been here with you for so long?", he looked up at you with his beautiful teal eyes and simply nodded, "The only reason why I'm here with you is because I love you. Not for your fame, not for your success, and certainly not for your money but for you..", RIN ITOSHI was surprised, you really weren't using him? He had doubted you for a bit but oh, your tone while you said that to him made him believe that what you were saying is true. That's all that he needed to hear before hugging you tightly again, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. "Thank you so so fucking much, y/n.. you don't know how much I love you..", the black-haired boy in front of you said.

RIN ITOSHI now believes that true love exists, and true love is wherever you are. He didn't care if you saw him at his most vulnerable state, he knew you wouldn't gossip that to your other friends. RIN ITOSHI now knows the answers to all of his questions, he knows that you will stay with him until the end of times.

. . . bachira meguru !

♪ now playing . . love is lonely by NMIXX

BACHIRA MEGURU was convinced that you were his special someone. You were convinced that he was your special someone too. For all of BACHIRA MEGURU's life, he'd been lonely. Only sharing his love and appreciation to his mother who held deeply in his heart. The second you went up to him, asking if he was okay, he felt skeptical. He wasn't stupid, so he'd ask you if someone ordered you to come to him just to record him at his weakest. You were taken aback yet you knew what the others said about him and his "monster", you really could care less about what they said about him. "Huh? No.. I came here because I saw feeling down after classes ended." you replied, you took your hand out and asked him if he wanted to come with you to go to a place that was special to you. He was reluctant at first but eventually gave in. He'd noticed you in class before, you weren't like the others. You genuinely had a pure heart.

You ran in front of him while holding his hand still. BACHIRA MEGURU swore he felt a big, genuine smile starting to grow on his face. Were you the person the monster inside him was looking for? You introduced him to a small bench, not that far from the school. You told him how you discovered this place as you were randomly walking home and decided that it was gonna be your special place. You had brought fairy lights to hang on the trees that were around the bench. The two of you sat on it and it was as if fate that you guys fit perfectly on it. You went on rambling about how you'd always wanted to be his friend but you were to shy to ask him, and how he'd been the first ever person you had brought along to go here. He didn't even notice how there was light pink tint starting to grow on his face. Ever since then, you and BACHIRA MEGURU had been together as if the two of you were cursed for all eternity to be together, he wouldn't mind if that was the case.

It wasn't long before he had started to fall for you, just the way you would talk to him, take care of him, comfort him, and treat him as if he were an actual person were just a few reasons on why he'd fallen for you. If he could, he would rant on for hours and hours on why he likes you so much. Before he knew it, it had already been 6 months since the two of you had met. You'd asked him to go your guys' special place to which he had ecstatically said yes to. He obviously wanted to at least look good for you, even though you said that whatever he would wear, he'd still look good. The second he arrived at the bench, he saw that you weren't there which was strange.. He thought maybe you were just playing games with him. "Y/n! You can come out now~!" BACHIRA MEGURU shouted playfully, yet you still didn't come out. He noticed an envelope on the bench with a heart sticker on it, he knew that he would want you to open it knowing that only you and him knew about this secret hangout spot and thought you had left it for him to find. He noticed a handwritten "To: BACHIRA MEGURU, my best friend in the whole entire world" on it, and when he opened the envelope, a long piece of paper was in it. He slowly unfolded it and read the contents of the letter. "Dear Megu, I'm sorry I couldn't come to you face to face to tell you what I've been feeling recently. The thing is, the second you held my hand that late afternoon, I fell for you. Call it stupid but god, I immediately fell for you. The fact you didn't hesitate to come with me just made me blush thinking about it. I've always knew I liked you before we were even friends, but I just thought of it as infatuation. You really did prove me wrong because you were the person I've been meaning to find ever since I watched romance movies and discovered what love is. The fact you listen to my endless talks about whatever really made me fall for you even more! In the span of the 6 months of our friendship, you became someone that I loved being around with. I want to end our friendship though.. and maybe start having a new relationship, a romantic one. Soo.. what do you say? Will you accept?", the letter said and god did he fall for you even more. The fact that you loved him the same way he loved you, oh who was he kidding, he's head over heels for you. As he was coming to the end of the letter, a pair of hands slowly hugged him from behind. He knew it was you, he recognized your touch all too well. The second you hugged him, he turned around and picked you up. "Oh y/n! You don't know how long I've been waiting for this day!" You were surprised, you really didn't expect that unpredictable action of his. Your smile became as big as the entire world to say the least, your eyes having some sort of sparkle in it. "So, do you accept..?" you asked gleefully, to which BACHIRA MEGURU replied by kissing you.

BACHIRA MEGURU had finally found the true meaning of love, it was the embodiment of you. The hardships of his life he had left behind due to you. He went inside the school campus with a smile on his face knowing you would be there waiting for him. BACHIRA MEGURU had finally fallen, he had let himself fall for you.

. . . isagi yoichi !

𝄞 now playing . . cool with you by New Jeans

If there was one word to describe how ISAGI YOICHI felt whenever he was with you, it would be comfort. Just being beside you, it would bring him to ease knowing that you were right there with him. You guys could be scrolling on your phones, showing each other different videos that reminded you guys of each other and he would already fall deeper in love with you. You understood him better than anyone else could, you knew what to do and what to say whenever he felt sorrowful. Whether it be losing a really really important soccer match or if he felt insecure and unconfident. Maybe that's why he liked you so fucking much. Your presence just soothes his soul, he didn't know how to explain it, it just did.

ISAGI YOICHI didn't always need for you to tell him how much you loved him, he could always feel it, as if the two of you were somehow telepathically connected. Just simply holding his hand, caressing his hair, and telling him how good he was at playing soccer was all he needed to know. People could see how deep the connection the two of you had, even before you guys were together. Whatever emotion he was feeling, it was almost as if you felt it the same way he did, maybe that's why the two of you had such a strong bond with each other. The two of you could go days and days doing the same thing over and over again but it wouldn't bore him, not when the person who he cherishes most was with him. Sometimes, ISAGI YOICHI finds himself zoning out during classes just thinking about you! He just can't help it, he's totally the type to chat you "I miss you" the second you part ways after walking home from school. He really cherishes every moment he has with you, even if he's not physically next to you, just seeing you makes him relaxed. That's definitely his motivation whenever you watch his games as well, just seeing you cheer your heart out for him, he can't help but drive himself to win, just for you.

Even if he knows how much he means to you, he sometimes can't help but doubt himself, he finds himself wondering if the effort he's putting into the relationship is the same as the effort you put in. "Baby.. do you think that sometimes.. I'm somehow lacking something in our relationship..?" the deep blue-eyed boy in front of you asks, "Huh? Love, of course not! You've given so much into our relationship, what else could I ask for?" you reply, your hand cupping his cheek. "'m sorry baby, I just felt down.." ISAGI YOICHI says, "Oh baby.. don't you ever think that you're dragging our relationship down, okay? I know you love me the same way I love you." you remind him, kissing his forehead. You see him blush and the tip of his ears turn red and you pinch his cheek as you tease him for being so so cute! "H-hey..! Why'd you just randomly pinch me!" the dark blue haired boy says, "Well, you're just so so so cute and I can't believe you're mine~!" you playfully respond. His face becomes even redder now that you said that. You chuckle at the sight of him and you pepper his face with kisses, on his lips, his neck, his jawline, his forehead, you bet that you didn't leave any part of his face untouched. It was moments like these in where he thought that the two of you were the only ones in the world, he has an album of memories in his brain stored with each and every memory the two of you had ever made. God was he crazy about you.

ISAGI YOICHI believed, no, he knew that you were his soulmate and that you knew that he was yours. He would find comfort whenever you were with him, and though he isn't the most verbally talkative lover, you knew how much he adores you. (Please let him daydream about how ethereal you would look at your guys' wedding, he would very much appreciate it, even if you find it funny)

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flemingsgirl · 6 months ago

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it’s an always kinda type - chapter three- where friendship blurs

Tw: fluff fluff, maybe some language

“Look at this!” you exclaim as Jessie walks into the living room, two steaming mugs in her hands. You jab a finger at your phone screen, frustration bubbling over. “Three games in June, and two more right before the Olympics? That’s insane.”

Jessie places the mugs on the table and sinks into the couch beside you, frowning as she processes your words. “They’re out of their minds. Do they even care if the players are fit by then?”

“I don’t know,” you sigh, leaning back and pinching the bridge of your nose. “But I definitely need a break before the Olympics.”

“Then take it. You’ve earned it.”

You glance at her, conflicted. “But if I skip the send-off match, I’m probably not playing in the games.”

“And if you injure yourself during these ridiculous friendlies, you definitely won’t play,” she counters, her tone firm but kind.

You groan, the weight of the decision pressing heavily on your chest. “You’re right. Maybe if I skip the match on the 16th, I can squeeze in two weeks of vacation before the send-off. I’d still make it in time.”

“Y/N,” Jessie begins, concern etched on her face.

“No, no, that’s good. That works.” You reach out, taking her face in your hands and planting a grateful kiss on her cheek. “Spain. We’ll go to Spain. You’ve got your match there, and then we’ll have our vacation. It’s perfect.”

Jessie catches your hands, her thumbs brushing lightly over your knuckles. “Take a breath,” she says gently. “This is taking a toll on you.”

“There’s no time,” you insist, pulling away and darting to your laptop. “We need to book everything—flights, hotels—before the dates fill up.”

Jessie exhales, rubbing the bridge of her nose. Her voice softens as she picks up her phone. “Okay, if you won’t listen to me, maybe you’ll listen to someone else.”

You’re too engrossed in scrolling through Spanish hotels to notice the quiet murmur of her phone call. Minutes later, your laptop snaps shut, startling you.

“Stinkerr?” you exclaim, swivelling to see Sam standing behind you with a wry grin. “What are you doing here?”

“Your friend thought you were having a breakdown,” Sam replies, crossing her arms as she leans against the wall.

You glance at Jessie, betrayed. “Fleming called you?”

“Of course I did,” Jessie says, shrugging. “This whole send-off, vacation, Olympic preparation thing is pushing you over the edge. Sam knows you, and I figured she could knock some sense into you.”

“She’s right,” Sam chimes in, her tone teasing but affectionate. “The season’s over, Y/N. You’ve won nearly everything there is to win. You should be celebrating, not looking for more ways to burn yourself out.”

“But my country—” you begin, the protest automatic.

“Needs you,” Sam interrupts, cutting you off. “For the Olympics. Not for some random friendlies. You’re a key player, Y/N. They need you healthy, rested, and ready. And they’ll understand if you take some ‘me time.’ Your team loves you—they want you to be at your best.”

You sigh, the tension in your shoulders loosening slightly. “Okay, okay. You’re both right. Vacation. Spain. Great destination, don’t you think?”

“Perfect,” Jessie agrees, though her lips twitch with a knowing smirk. “But let’s be honest, you’re only visiting Spain because I’m playing there.”

“Additional motivation,” you say, grinning as Jessie huffs.

“One game,” Sam interjects firmly. “You’re allowed to watch one game. June 14th. Then it’s all vacation mode. Deal?”

You pout, but Jessie nods along with Sam. “Absolutely not unfair,” she says, a glint of determination in her eyes.

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The flight lands in Cartagena at 13:40, giving you plenty of time to settle into the hotel before exploring the city. Sunlight kisses the ancient stone buildings, and the gentle sea breeze carries the scent of salt and fresh flowers. The historic streets, bustling with life, distract you just enough to keep your nerves at bay. You stroll past quaint cafes and vibrant plazas, fingers grazing the edges of your phone, resisting the urge to text Jessie again.

Your text to Jessie—Break a leg, Flem. I believe in you—goes unanswered, as expected. You smile to yourself, imagining her tucked into pre-match focus, her phone cast aside for the sanctity of the game. She never replies before kick-off, but you know she reads your messages. Always. Somewhere in the quiet moments before the game begins, her screen will light up, and your words will reach her, a small smile breaks through her intense focus. It’s fleeting, quickly replaced by determination, but it’s enough to make your chest tighten with pride. And that’s enough.

The sight of the stadium in the distance, its towering floodlights gleaming under the setting sun, finally draws you in like the gravitational pull of a homecoming, a familiar hum of anticipation stirring in your chest. You find your seat just as the warmups begin, inside the stadium, the crowd’s energy is electric, your eyes instantly locking onto Jessie. There she is—sharp, composed, her movements deliberate, like she’s orchestrating the next three steps of play in her mind before they even unfold. You can’t help but marvel at her. The same hands that ground you in your spiralling moments now command the pitch with precision Her confidence radiates, she moves with precision, her focus palpable even from the stands. When her gaze drifts upward, searching the stands, you lift a hand in a small wave. She catches it, and the corner of her mouth quirks upward just briefly before she dives back into focus. Your heart skips, warmth spreading through your chest.

The match is pure electricity. Every pass, every tackle, and every fleeting moment of possession draws gasps from the crowd, their energy rippling like waves through the stadium. Both teams are relentless, their defences tight and unyielding, their strategies intricate. You can feel the stakes in every movement, every collision, every near miss. Every pass is a brushstroke in a masterpiece. Every sprint down the field is poetry in motion. You see the game’s beauty now with a clarity you haven’t had in ages—its raw power, its perfect simplicity.

Watching from the stands is different from being on the pitch. You’re not caught up in the chaos of calls or the rush of adrenaline-fueled decisions. Instead, you are a witness—a spectator, observing the beautiful dance unfolding before you. The tension is still there, but it’s tempered by a peace that surprises you. The pressure that had weighed you down for weeks is gone, and for the first time in a long time, you can simply be—to enjoy the game as it is, without the weight of performance.

You glance across the pitch and your eyes lock with Jessie’s. For a brief moment, her focus breaks as she catches your gaze. Her lips curl upward in a tiny, fleeting smile—just enough for you to feel the weight of it. Then, just as quickly, she’s back to the game, her concentration sharp as ever.

It makes your heart swell. You’re here, and she knows it. You’ve always believed in her, and she’s always known that.

The game rages on, each moment more intense than the last. The crowd gasps with every near goal, their voices rising in unison, as if the outcome of this match lies in the collective breath of everyone watching. The pressure ebbs and flows, but you can feel it lift with every minute. The result is a hard-fought draw, but to you, it feels like a victory in its own right. Jessie’s leadership shone, and she gave everything for her team. You beam with pride as you watch her walk off the pitch, her eyes immediately seeking you out in the crowd.

When she reaches you, she plucks your phone from your hand with a practiced flick, locking it before slipping it into her pocket. “Everyone knows we’re together,” she says, her voice low and warm. “They know you’re safe. They can survive without you for a few days.”

You roll your eyes but laugh, unable to resist the charm in her words. “Fine. But only because I trust you.”

Jessie grins and slips an arm around your waist as you leave the stadium. “Let’s start this vacation.”

You bounce on your feet, unable to contain the excitement. “Finally! I’m so ready!”

Her laughter bubbles up, light and warm. “Me too,” she replies.

The city of Cartagena wraps you in its golden glow, the streets alive with the hum of evening life. As you walk side by side, the promise of rest and renewal stretches out before you. For the first time in months, the weight of the world feels lighter. The future feels easy—a fresh start, a break from it all. You breathe in the crisp air and allow yourself to relax, fully in the moment, with Jessie by your side—This is exactly what you needed.

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The last friendlies had gone well for the US. You’d had your time on the pitch, scoring two goals and adding assists to your name. You felt sharp, ready, and burning for the Olympic Games to begin. But with Australia, New Zealand, and Sweden in your group, advancing wouldn’t be easy.

And it wasn’t.

The first game against Sweden hit hard. After 25 minutes, you were already a goal down. You sprinted more kilometres than usual, chasing the ball instead of playing your composed game. Desperation clung to the team like a heavy fog, making the first-half whistle feel like a lifeline.

But the second half brought no reprieve. Sweden netted two more goals, handing the US its first loss in two years. As the final whistle blew, disbelief settled over you like a storm cloud. You dropped to the pitch, covering your face with your hands. A few tears escaped tears of frustration and helplessness.

Emily knelt beside you, her hand drawing soothing circles on your back. “It’s okay. They were smarter this time. Don’t let it crush you. We win and lose as a team, remember? The next game is ours.”

Her words were kind, but they didn’t lift the weight of self-blame. Your shots had been wide, your decisions rushed. You couldn’t shake the feeling that you’d let everyone down.

Late that night, your phone buzzed on the nightstand. The screen lit up with a message:

Jessie: You alright?

You: Getting better.

Jessie: I’m sorry about the game. I know how hard you worked.

You: It’s bitter. I thought I gave my best, but I let the team down.

Jessie: Of course not. You’re not the only one who’s supposed to score. Someone else should’ve stepped up too.

You: I know… but it’s a hard pill to swallow.

Jessie: Don’t be so hard on yourself. You’ll rock the next game. Make it your revenge.

You: You’re right. I’ll get back to them.

Jessie: That’s the Y/N I know. Sleep well. Talk tomorrow. goodnight.

You: Nighty. And congrats on your game

Jessie was right. The next game was your redemption. You scored three goals and assisted two more in a dominant win against New Zealand. The victory felt like a breath of fresh air, clearing your mind and reigniting your confidence.

The match against Australia was a stalemate—no goals scored; no goals conceded. But you didn’t mind. You fought hard, showcasing your versatility. It wasn’t about the scoreline; it was about proving your resilience.

Then came the quarterfinal against the Netherlands—a gruelling match that went to penalties. You were fourth in line. The Netherlands had already missed twice, giving the US the advantage. As your shot hit the back of the net, the roar of the crowd drowned out everything else. You ran blindly, your teammates chasing you in celebration.

Then it hit you.

Canada. Jessie.

Your joy faltered, and your feet slowed. Facing Jessie in the semifinals was the last thing you wanted. Playing against friends was always hard, but on this stage, it was unbearable. Taking a steadying breath, you clenched your fists, forcing the thought away. You’d deal with it later.

That night, Jessie’s message came as expected:

Jessie: Can’t wait to see you again. It feels like forever.

You: But the circumstances... I’d prefer anything else. The thought of one of us being eliminated is killing me.

Jessie: Y/N, it’ll be okay. No matter what happens, I’m not mad. I’ll always be here for you.

You: Always?

Jessie: Always.

You: What about sneaking out for dinner the night before? I’d rather see you before the heartbreak.

Jessie: I’d love that. Just tell me when you’re free. We’re traveling now.

You: First thing tomorrow morning. But for now, sleep.

Jessie: Goodnight.

The next evening, you stood outside the restaurant, shifting nervously from one foot to the other. When Jessie appeared around the corner, you couldn’t help yourself—you ran to her, jumping into her arms. She caught you effortlessly, holding you tightly.

“Looks like someone missed me,” she teased, her voice muffled against your shoulder.

You cleared your throat, untangling yourself and stepping back. “Liar,” you muttered, rolling your eyes as you shoved her lightly.

A waitress led you to your table, but your phone buzzed as you sat down.

“Stinkerr?”

“Mate,” came Sam’s familiar voice. “Just wanted to wish you luck for tomorrow. But hey—be gentle with our Canadian princess, alright?”

You laughed softly. “Of course, Sam. I’d never hurt her in a thousand lifetimes.”

“Good. See you in the final.”

“You too. Oh, and Kristie says hi,” you quipped before hanging up, grinning at the mental image of Sam’s inevitable protest.

Jessie tilted her head as you returned. “Sam?”

“Yeah. She says hi,” you said, taking your seat.

“She’s sweet. Drinks are ordered—non-alcoholic, of course.”

“Thanks. How are you feeling?”

“Good,” Jessie said, her eyes thoughtful. “I’ve been here before, but the US is always tough. Nothing personal, but I’d love to beat you guys just once.”

You nodded, understanding her drive. “It’s fair. I wish it for you.”

Reaching across the table, you placed your hand over hers. “I hate these games. Playing against friends with this kind of intensity... it sucks. And Sam made me promise not to hurt you.”

Jessie laughed, her thumb brushing over your hand. “I’m glad. And for what it’s worth, I don’t care who wins as long as we have fun. You’re my friend, no matter what.”

Her touch sent a spark through your veins. You smiled softly, the tension in your chest easing as the conversation drifted away from football.

For a moment, it was just the two of you—no semifinals, no rivalries. Just friends finding peace before the storm.

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The atmosphere in the stadium is electric. You stand tall with your teammates, the weight of the match pressing down on you, but for the first time, you're able to laugh with your heart—truly and freely—thanks to Emily and Rose never leaving your side. The friendly banter lightens the mood as you recount the story of Alex clapping the book shut and standing up, causing Emily to roll her eyes. “You’re no fun,” she teases, but the laughter feels genuine, a moment of peace before the tension of the game takes hold.

As you stand for the national anthem, your eyes drift, unfocused, somewhere beyond the field. The pressure of the moment makes your heart race, especially when shaking hands with the Canadians, and your nerves tighten when Jessie steps up to you. You’re the last in line, just like her, and when she reaches you, your hands meet, exchanging a small but significant moment—the secret handshake, the media-fuelled symbol of your close friendship.

Who’s the better footballer? That’s the question in the friendly knockout between the clubmates Y/N L/N with the US and the Canadian Jessie Fleming. Over the last year of Fleming playing at Chelsea FC, the two national rivals became close friends on and off the pitch. But will this match change their dynamic? Can this clash shift their friendship and dynamic on the pitch in any way? Will it drive them apart to kick the other out of this special tournament? Who will lastly be prevalent on the international stage and fight for the gold medal four days from now? After the big win against New Zealand Y/N L/N’s (3 goals, 2 assists) hunt for goals was on a low, only took a back seat the bygone games, so will Y/N be able to carry the US into the final?

The match has been an emotional rollercoaster, with your team on the offensive but unable to find the back of the net. Shots are deflected, the ball clanging against the crossbar. Your heart aches with every missed opportunity, and with Naeher substituted early on, you can feel the pressure building, but Franch has stepped up, making key saves. When the referee calls for a penalty, you know it’s about to get intense. Jessie, poised and confident, gets the ball from Sinclair, and you brace yourself. She doesn’t miss. She never does.

The roar of the Canadian crowd is deafening, and your heart sinks. There’s no denying it—you’ve given everything, but it wasn’t enough. The US team tries desperately to equalize, but it’s clear: this is Canada’s moment.

This really was it. The US tried and tried but didn’t score to secure extra time. This was it. Your chance for gold, the second time you’re defeated. As the final whistle blows, you collapse to your knees burying your face in your hands. Your body trembles as cries leave your mouth, your cheeks wet from the tears escaping your eyes, pushing your palms into them for some kind of relief. The defeat cuts deep, the sting of the loss almost unbearable.

Arms rest around your shoulder, and you lean into the person, your head places in the crook of their neck. Her brittle voice interrupted the silence around you. “You’re amazing, don’t forget that.” She caresses your cheek. “We weren’t meant to win. But you did so well. We’re gonna win the bronze medal. That’s our reward,” she shoots you, and you feel her move gentle like she was shaking her head. “And we need you for this, 100 percent, we’ll give our all.” You nod weakly against her body as your knuckle turn white on their grip of her jersey. “Let’s get you outta here.” Emily inches back and then pulls you up with her, holding you into her body while covering the other half of you with her arm. On your way over to the dugout most of the Canadian players pat you on the back, you feel bad for not interacting with them, but you just couldn’t, your heart ached, and your mind played tricks on you.

After dinner you turned your phone on for the first time in several hours many notifications flood the screen, your parents, sibling, teammates from Chelsea and the US which couldn’t attend the tournament.

Y/N didn’t catch you on the field, but I wanted to say how amazing you were. Wished I could be there for you.

I got the jersey thank you, next time we’ll meet I hand you mine.

Call me if you’re free

Hope this doesn’t ruin anything

I’d like to hear your voice

Emily told me you’re devastated. Hope you feel better again, give me a call

We’re having a small cele after dinner maybe we can talk beforehand

If you’re already sleeping, I’m looking forward to tomorrow to hear from you again. Good night.

You take a deep breath before calling her back. The phone rings once, twice, and then her sweet voice fills your ears, contrasting against the loud party noise in the background.

“Hey, you,” Jessie says, and you can hear the sincerity in her tone despite the celebration happening around her.

“I’m not mad at you,” you tell her, cutting through her apology. “I’m just… disappointed. This should’ve been our moment.”

“You’re right,” she agrees softly. “But the next one could be yours. Don’t lose hope. You’re one of the best, and I’m lucky to play with you—against you, too,” she adds with a wink that you can almost hear.

Despite your bitterness, a smile tugs at your lips. “You were the one who needed to take that penalty,” you say, referring to her calmness under pressure.

“I know,” she chuckles. “Sinc gave me the ball.”

“I can’t believe the knee slide,” you tease, though the bitterness has faded into something lighter.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t resist,” Jessie laughs, and there’s something soothing in her voice. “You’ll get the next one. You’ve got this.”

The conversation shifts to light-hearted banter, but a sense of understanding passes between you both. After a few more words of encouragement, you hang up, feeling a little lighter.

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Playing Sam in the game for the third place wasn’t on your mind when you lost against Canada, after your call with her telling you’ll meet in the final yet here you were, face to face to your Chelsea teammate and sister-like friend. Sam presents you a smile that you reciprocate before the whistle blew. The match itself was nerve-wracking even though the US led the scoreboard. After Rapinoe’s goal, Sam was quick to equalize. When the halftime whistle blew, you were two goals up, and your team could catch a breath. As you walked to the dugout, Sam was walking beside you, and the two of you shared a few sentences about the game as well as your feelings. She pats your back as you parted ways to your changing rooms.

It was your time to score a goal as well, sending Sam an apologetic smile as you were cuddled up between your teammates. Towards the end of the game, Australia was only one goal down. The five minutes extra time were tense. With every offense drive from the Australian player you feared you’d concede the equalising goal. When the final whistle was blown, you ran to Emily and jumped on her back. “Woooh, we did it,” you scream over the cheering from the fans. The loss from days ago washed from your mind. You make your way back to the ground, and she turns to you, her arms flying around you as she leaps, and you’re quick to join. At some point, all your teammates tag along, singing, shouting snd celebrsting this win.

That night, after a well-earned cheat meal and a ride to Tokyo, you find yourself chatting with Jessie once again. She congratulates you on your victory, and you reassure her about the upcoming match, like you often did in her first season with Chelsea. You convince her to get some rest, and she listens, letting you off the phone with a promise to win it all next time.

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The next day, the team was first thing in the morning strolling around Tokyo for sightseeing. Afterward, you were dismissed to explore or just relax back in the hotel before you were off to the stadium to watch the final.

When the 33rd minute was around, Blackstenius scores a goal in a somewhat chaotic scenery in the penalty area. In the 66th minute, Jessie took a penalty after Sinclair was fouled. She pauses, takes deep breaths, and strides four steps back. The Canadian stops again, another breath, she moves, shoots, and the jiggling of the net fills the air. Clapping and cheering fills the stadium, but the Canadian keeps her cool, a small fist for her celebration. You, on the other hand, jump up from your seat, screaming at the top of your lungs, hands thrown into the air. Jessie was also the first to take the penalty in the shootout. Mirroring her movements from the first one she took today, the tension so thick you could cut it with a knife. She inhales. And shoots, the other direction than before, letting the goalie fly to nothing. Jessie turns and screams hands to fists and arms flexed as she runs to her teammates, where they huddled. Julia Grosso was the last to step up for a penalty after Labbé could deflect four out of six penalties of the Swedes. Cheers soar through the air as the reality hits the player. They run towards their teammate and burying her under their bodies.

As the stage was built, you waited in the dugout with the two finalists. You walked with Emily from your seats in the stands to the pitch through the other two teams. You fought against your mind to sprint to Jessie and embrace the brunette for eternity rather you step past her with a smile placed in your lips despise the mask you’re wearing; Jessie notices cause it reached your eyes. The Canadians walked past your team and stopped midway, and Jessie poked your shoulder, winking at you. Without another thought, you bring your arms around her figure and squeeze her tight against your front. “Hey,” you mumble. “Congrats,” you mumble as you embrace her, the bond of friendship never more apparent.

“Thank you,” she breathes.

The team receives their medals, and as the Canadian anthem plays, you can’t help but smile beneath your mask. Despite the sting of loss, you’ve made it through. It was their moment, but next time? Next time, it could be yours. And as the photos are taken, you stand tall, proud of your team’s effort, and ready for whatever comes next.

Your gaze wanders over the pitch, and you see how the Swedes are ready to leave. You jog over to them and throw your arms around Magda. You saw on the big screen as well as right after the final whistle how gloomy she is. Automatically, she slings her arms around you. Drawing circle on her back “You’re incredible. I love and enjoy watching you play,” you mutter. “You also deserve to win this game it was a hard fight.” She sobs into your shoulder. “This silver is proof of your hard work. Don’t let it feel like a loss; you’ve accomplished so much,” you whisper, your voice filled with genuine admiration. You peck her temple. “If you need anything, call me. I love you. See you in London.” You squeeze her one last time before entangling your bodies, and she nods at you, the corner of her mouth pointing down and her eyes blurry.

Magda’s eyes glistening. “Thank you, Y/N. That means a lot.” She offers you a small smile before heading to her teammates, their collective energy a mix of disappointment and pride.

You make your way back to your team as you were almost tackled to the ground; you can catch your balance and her body just in time. “Hello!” she screams into your ear. She gets down on her feet and embraces you.

The golden medal around her neck catches the light, but it’s her soft smile that captures your attention. “You okay?” she asks, her voice low, knowing how these moments can be bittersweet for you.

"Hey," you whisper, letting your hand run over her back before you retracted yourself.

You nod, chuckling softly. “tired.. but I’m proud of you, Fleming. Really. You deserved this.”

“And I’m proud of you,” she counters, stepping closer. “You gave it everything. And you’re walking away with bronze—better than leaving with nothing.”

“Still stings,” you admit, glancing at the medal hanging from your own neck. “But you’re right. I’ll take it.”

There’s a pause as you both look out over the stadium, soaking in the fading energy of the moment. Jessie nudges you gently with her shoulder. “You’re not mad about the penalty, are you?”

You laugh, shaking your head. “No, Jess. You were just doing your job. I would’ve done the same. Besides, it was a hell of a shot.”

Her grin widens. “Thanks, but don’t think I’m letting you off easy when we’re back at Chelsea. I’ll be bringing this up all the time.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” you tease, rolling your eyes. “I’ll find a way to get even. On the pitch.”

“Looking forward to it.” Jessie’s voice is light, but there’s an undertone of sincerity. “And, Y/N, thanks...for everything. For being there.”

“Always,” you reply, mirroring her words from before. “Always.”

Later, as the night winds down and you’re back in your room, you scroll through your phone, seeing the flood of messages and notifications. Among them is one from Jessie:

Thanks for being my biggest cheerleader today, even when it wasn’t easy. Means the world to me. Can’t wait to see you back home. ❤️

You smile, your thumb hovering over the reply button.

Proud of you, Fleming. Enjoy the win. Let’s make this season one to remember. ❤️

Hitting send, you set your phone down and close your eyes. Despite the ups and downs, the heartbreaks and triumphs, one thing remains constant: the friendships forged through football, stronger than any rivalry.

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itsnoones-stuff · 10 months ago

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The one with the accident

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TW // mention of blood and death

Summary // your boyfriend of 3 years breaks up with you on the evening of your anniversary, you’re devastated, Five is angry.

You finish up your makeup, dusting powder lightly across your cheeks, singing along to your favourite song. Tonight’s your 3 year anniversary to your boyfriend Mark, he’s taking you to your favourite restaurant. Just the thought alone excites you. Standing from your desk you walk to the closet, almost throwing the doors open as a small squeal leaves your lips. Scanning through the clothes, you find your little black dress, a staple in any woman’s wardrobe. It’s a little short for how nice the restaurant is but it’s your best dress.

Throwing the dress on you quickly start looking for shoes, you know, the ones that match? Before you could find them you noticed your phone going off across the room. It’s probably Mark, you think to yourself, heading the vanity. Looking down at the screen you see your favourite picture of him, smiling up at you, you smile back for a second before picking up the phone. “Hey babe” you chirp eager to hear his voice. “Hey hun” he sounds somber, you frown at the phone “we need to talk” he continues, you furrow your brows, turning and heading to your bedroom window “about tonight?” You ask, starting to lightly bite your nails, Mike stayed silent for a moment before answering “I’m-“ he stutters, trying to catch his breath. “I’m breaking up with you” those 4 little words managed to shatter your entire world in seconds. You stand there, stunned, using all your strength to stay stood, unable to hear his apologies. You manage to mutter a “what?” Just before he hangs up on you, the words still echoing in your mind. How could he do this on your anniversary?

A moment of silence passed as you stay still, staring out of the window, phone still up to your ear. Left with your own thoughts you begin to breakdown, dropping your phone and falling to your knees, tears begin to fall. You don’t care. You sit there and quietly sob, unable to process what just happened.

Knock knock. The sound echoes through your room, the sadness you felt being replaced by anger “FUCK OFF” you scream, hoping whoever it is will take the hint, they did not. Knock knock. There it is again. You quickly stand, ready to rip someone’s head off. Using your telekinetic powers you slam the bedroom door open with ease, revealing a startled Five, the anger in your body quickly disappearing at the sight of your brother.

“What do you want Five?” You ask, tiredness prevalent in your voice. He scans your face, watching as you wipe the tears from your cheeks, smearing your makeup as you do. “I just wanted to say happy anniversary to you and Mark” he forced a smile, you scoffed, fucking Mark. Five steps closer to you, putting his hands in his pockets and letting out a small sigh. “What did that asshole do?” He asked, already knowing the answer, you looked at him for a moment, your eyes meeting. Taking a deep breath you try to speak, your words are shaky as the tears begin to fall again, “he- he just broke up with me” you sob, throwing yourself down on the foot of your bed. Five looks at you with a mixture of sadness and anger, he hates seeing you cry. Moving closer to the bed, Five pulls you in for a hug, you wrap your arms around him as you cry into his suit jacket, he hugs you tight, gently rubbing your back.

Five stands there, letting you cry it out, trying to ignore your tears seeping into his shirt. He wouldn’t do this for anyone else, he can’t help but fall soft with you. Once the crying subsides you slowly move away from one another, letting out a heavy sigh as you push your now damp hair from your face, done with this night. “Are you alright?” Five asks, startling you slightly, “oh, yeah. I’m fine” you reply looking around the room. He nods knowing you’re lying but nows not the time to argue.

“Hey Y/N” Luther calls you from down the hall, blissfully unaware of what just happened “yeah?” You call back, not wanting to step out your room in this state. He can’t hear you, you try again but to no avail. You stand to your feet with a huff, feeling defeated by the nights events, you drag yourself down the hall as Five follows.

Walking to the top of the stairs that’s when you see him, stood there in the foyer, chatting to Luther with a smug look on his face. “What the fuck do you want Mark?” You ask, anger prevalent in your voice, “I came to tell you that I’m sorry Y/N, I didn’t mean-“ before he could finish the sentence Five appeared behind him, axe in hand. He drove it straight into the back of Marks head. You watched in horror as your brother forcefully pulls the axe out of your ex boyfriends head, watching with glee as the body falls to the floor, bloody beginning to pour out of the open wound. You knew Five didn’t have the best temperament, especially when it came to you but you didn’t he’d go this far.

“What the fuck Five?” You mumble, making your way downstairs and towards the body, watching as the blood pouring out of Mike’s head begins to pool. “What did you do?” You ask more clearly this time, Five stays silent, breathing deeply as he looks down at his prey. Kneeling down in front of your now dead ex, you gently place a hand on his chest. “Five!” Luther finally speaks up, clearly still in shock. “It was an accident” Five mumbles, straightening his blood soaked jacket and lowering the axe. You and Luther watch your brother in disbelief, “this- Five, this is not an accident” Luther stumbles over his words, pointing at the body, you slowly stand to your feet. Stepping over Mike as you go to stand by Five, “it was am accident Luther” you mumble, looking up at him, “Y/N…” he says, unable to understand why you’d go along with something like this, “it was an accident Luther” you snap “help us move him, please” the anger in your voice now gone, you almost plead with your brother. Luther looks back at you, angry at the situation you two got him involved with but hey, that’s what families for, right?

#five hargreaves x you #uc five #five hargreaves x reader #the umbrella academy five #five umbrella academy #five hargreeves #number five #five hargreeves x reader #five

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kamiversee · 1 year ago

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The F*ck List (semi-official) Breakdown.

The following was submitted by my lovely ☃️anon, & I needed to make this it’s own post given how long it is, my replies & clarifications are written in between this breakdown & theory (Ex: A/N > Etc.).

Here, you’ll find majority of details you may have missed & maybe even more to think about. Enjoy :)

(wc; 5.7k) (content; spoilers ofc)

holy shit Kami. i literally had to take the entire day to process everything. before anything else, i need you to know that you've created an absolute masterpiece. TFL was the first fic i ever cared to keep up with and it has set the bar impossibly high for any other writer out there. please take your time with TFL 2, i'm so excited to read your other work!! also a break sounds like it would be so good for your mind considering how long you've dedicated yourself to this story 😭😭😭 you're seriously impressive. heads up, i didn't proofread this at all bc i finished typing this at 4 am LMFAO so forgive me if it's all scrambled and makes no sense.

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A/N > Thank you for taking the time to write this breakdown, I seriously appreciate it so I wanted to take my time in responding to it & engaging with you :)

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now, on to the yap. i deadass cracked my knuckles before typing all this out.

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A/N > You’re so real for tht ngl

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i reread the entirety of TFL from chapter 1 and my brain is so melted from analyzing that i'll prob find more details tomorrow after i sleep on some theories 😭 BUT HOLY FUCK YOU REALLY WEREN'T KIDDING WHEN YOU SAID YOU WERE HINTING AT GOJO'S OBSESSION SINCE LITERALLY THE FIRST CHAPTER??? the fucking hint being that "Gojo's desire for you is so strong it's almost frightening." GIRLLLLLL 🫵🫵🫵🫵🫵🫵

your foreshadowing and referencing is insane. idk if you intended a lot of it, but a lot of it caught my eye.

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A/N> I TOLD YOU GUYS IVE BEEN DOIN IT SINCE THE FIRST CHAPTER !! Okay not exactly but like there was a vibe I had from the first chapter & when I later came up with the twist & went back and saw that everything would connect perfectly ^.^

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chapter 7; the reader and Gojo have lighthearted banter about how the reader "started this" situation.

"I made a mistake." [reader]

"A good one."

"Bad one." You correct.

this was regarding a completely different situation but it baffled me how much it connects to the plot itself; the reader making the "mistake" of leaving her door open, and how it lead to months full of trauma and love. probably completely unintentional, but such a good detail.

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A/N > Very intentional btw, it’s supposed to be known that, in a sense, Gojo x reader is forbidden :)

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Choso's still staring at you intently, "What version of you would someone not like?"

The way he words his question only furthers that little feeling in your chest. It's almost as though he were implying that any and all versions of you would be acceptable in his eyes. - Chapter 16

THE WAY WE SHOULD HAVE KNOWN THAT CHOSO WOULD STICK BY US REGARDLESSSSSSSS AAAAAA WE'RE SO BLIND!!! i just hope this stays true to the sequel :')

"No, I wish you didn't have to hate me." He says, shutting his eyes again and sucking in a deep breath, "B-But... it's uh, It's okay. I can live with you hating me." - Chapter 21

AAAA WE SHOULD HAVE KNOWN!!!! WE SHOULD HAVE KNOWN THIS WAS FORESHADOWING OUR FUTURE WITHOUT GOJO 😭😭😭 how he can live with the idea of the reader hating him so long as she's happy with Choso, especially considering his later revelations of how twisted his actions were and how if you stuck with him, he'd view you differently. fuck.

You despise the fact that he loves you. To you, it's almost entitled for him to feel like he has that right. How dare he hold such a strong emotion for you? If he felt this way, why is he forcing you to sleep with people for him? It makes no sense.

Why would someone claim to love you and put you through so much?

If he's been in love with you all this time, why start the list in the first place? Why couldn't he have just tried to win your heart from the beginning? Why the list? Why the blackmail? You don't understand him. - Chapter 23

i'm crushed. we didn't understand because we didn't know that Sukuna was involved. that could mean a million other things. i have some far-fetched theories about this but hear me out later!!!

the entirety of chapter 23 had me fucking floored while i was rereading. THE FORESHADOWING WAS EVERYWHERE!!! EVERY FUCKING WHERE

"No sweetheart, Sukuna's an asshole but..." His expression flickers and his smile fades away. He swallows and then clears his throat, "I'm pretty sure he'll satisfy you just fine."

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You narrow your eyes at him, "Are you sure?"

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"Fuckin' positive," Gojo suddenly sounds pissed and you grow concerned. The arm around you gets a little tighter while he walks you through some crowds and you keep looking at the man confused.

There's a vein popping out along his jawline because of how hard he's gritting his teeth.

of course he's aggravated because he knows that Sukuna is the one behind the list in the first place 😭😭😭 I'M SORRY WE DOUBTED YOU SATORU, FUCKKKK

——FIFTEEN MINUTES. That was the exact amount of time it took you to seduce Sukuna. The act was way too easy. Actually, it was suspiciously easy.

BECAUSE HE FUCKING KNEW 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

"What all did you plan on doing tonight aside from getting harassed by strangers?" Sukuna suddenly questions against your skin.

You ignore how close he is and the way his lips make you tense, turning your head to face forward. Chuckling at his last comment, "Same thing as everyone else here." You reply, slightly confused by his question.

"Bullshit," He utters, "Nobody dresses like this without the intent of gaining my attention," Sukuna claims while his hands slide back down along your body.

this 100% could be just him being cocky and Sukuna, but the recent reveal just makes this feel like an extra demeaning interaction. but of course, it's Sukuna.

chapter 24 is so fucking shady too with everything we know. i know you addressed some of these points already bc i brought them up in previous anon messages, but these things still had me paranoid;

the way Sukuna leaves us and tells the reader to go to his room after a certain amount of time (i know he could have just been tidying up real quick but everything about this man has me on edge)

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A/N> A lot of people are on edge about this but I’ll be honest, there’s nothing crazy that happens in between this time period. Not saying nothing happens but nothing crazy— it’ll be addressed later (in the next fic most likely)

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the way he's been consistently on the phone since the reader entered the room, which is shortly after she messaged Gojo saying that she'll be able to cross Sukuna off of this list by tonight which he wasn't happy with at all.

no seriously, he kept diverting his attention to something in the bathroom and then came out, still on his phone. maybe he's talking to literally anyone else but STILL I'M PARANOID

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A/N> This is to show the fact that Sukuna is a very socially active individual, & hints to the theory (I think you later state) that he has connections.

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this happens in chapter 25 but the way he keeps smiling while the reader kisses him is just so smug of him especially considering the original reason as to why the reader's even interacting with him

then the spicy chapters with Sukuna…

the foreshadowing that the lack of knowledge of Sukuna's reputation will come back to bite her in the ass; first with the knowledge that he is abusive, and then her finding out that he is the curator of the list, knowing the full details of her blackmail and even threatening her again.

WHO DID HE FUCKING FIGHT HELPPPPP MY MIND IS BOGGLING there's no way it's Gojo, right? they're both too unscathed in these next few chapters for there to have been a fight between the two of them.

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A/N > It’s not Gojo. 🙏

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THE FUCKING MOMENT WHERE HE CONTEMPLATED SOMETHING WITH THE PHONE IN HIS HAND??? I FUCKING KNEW IT. I FUCKING CALLED IT WAS SOMETHING SHADY AS HELL.

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A/N> The other Sukuna hint I was talking about is right before this moment btw, you’re welcome ;)

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then he has the audacity to hold his tongue right afterwards?? it's such a big hint towards the fact that he knew about the list from the beginning UGHHHHHHHH.

the way he tried to humor the reader about her "job" even though he was in on the whole thing. UGH. SUKUNA WHEN I GET YOU SUKUNA?? 👊👊👊👊 especially with that "whore" joke right afterwards. i can't stand him. i know that it's implied that he has a twisted view on women from having abusive women in his life (his mom and his ex who he punched) BUT STILL. he's so lucky he's fictional and hot.

the fact that we're able to pick up on the fact that it's a "crazy coincidence" that he continues the whore jokes UGHHHHH HE HAS BEEN PLAYING US FROM THE STAAAAAARTT

Gojo got upset at something from Sukuna's party, he didn't want you to call yourself a whore all of a sudden, Sukuna seems to have believed that was your actual job, and you remember how pissed Gojo seemed as he thought about you sleeping with Sukuna-

Holy fuck. Are the two connected somehow? Is something going on? What does Gojo owe Sukuna? Does Sukuna know you only slept with him as payment to clear Gojo's debt? Is-

GIRL YOU WERE ALMOST THERE!!!! YOU ALMOST HAD IT!!!

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A/N > I love teasing in my narration by nearly spoiling things 😹

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seriously though, these chapters killed me. the official end obliterated my heart. it's so fucking bittersweet i want to scream at the top of a high building. the reader ends up happy and with someone she loves, which is fantastic for her. she deserves that after everything she went through. Choso treats her so, so well.

but Gojo. with the theories i have, i feel horrible. i was so harsh towards him as a die hard Choso girly but these endings changed me. i just hope i'm right.

the fact that his healing journey is harsher than ours makes this ending sting so much. he's healed, and you can see it with his demeanor from the call and the way he interacted with the reader.

we were always made aware of the way he looked at us such deep attachment. the initial gleam shows that he's happy to see us, but that he's not reliant on us for his happiness anymore. he's finding that on his own, and it's a grueling process for him. i wished the reader gave him a hug, but that would probably make me feel even worse.

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A/N> He gave her a lil side hug (with his arm over her shoulder) & was resting his head on hers at the end if that makes you feel any better 😅

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"Through my blackmailing, I fell for you but I also did it because I loved you from the start." i'm gonna throw up bro i'm so sad. i'm proud of his growth. his obsession was so, so strong but he always prioritized the reader's happiness over himself. i know that being self-sacrificial is so core to his personality but it doesn't make it suck any less. i'm devastated. i started blasting mitski in the car on my way to work after reading this.

i thought i was ready for the journal burning. i was so ready for this tie to be severed, for them to finally move on. but i failed to realize that it could ultimately mean a life without each other. it makes sense as to why, but it still sucks.

kami i need that poly ending before i cry my eyes out at 4 am rn. you know i can't handle angst, but bittersweet endings lowkey hurt me even more. i need all my babies to be happy. i desperately need it.

but that alt ending... fuck. in a horrible, sick, and twisted way, i'm relieved. i'm a Choso girly from the bottom of my heart but i can't let this Gojo go omfg. even if he shows up for one more chapter, i think i'll be alright. BUT IT BETTER NOT BE FOR DEATH KAMI!!!! I HAVE A FEW EXCERPTS THAT SUGGEST DEATH FLAGS BUT I AM SIMPLY NOT LOOKING AT THEM. DON'T DO THIS TO ME KAMIIIIIII. i need this boy to be frolicking in a field of flowers or something. my heart can't take this.

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A/N> I know I reference death a lot but that’s just to add a sense of how dramatic the characters are 🫶

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okay, time for my mind-fucky theory. pls bare with me. if it wasn't obvious by my last post, i'm 100% on board with the theory that Sukuna's blackmailing Gojo, which started this whole thing. but the thing that is getting me is how this all connects. i have some assumptions that could make sense, but there are a handful of gaps. here's my thought process;

Sukuna's blackmailing Gojo by using his obsession/love against him.

we are already familiar with the fact that Gojo has liked the reader for years. there was a chapter where Gojo mentioned that it started off as a "crush" but he was so oblivious to his own obsession up until the reader mentioned it to him. it's to the point that he didn't understand what was wrong with the idea of hurting people for the reader. who's to say that Sukuna didn't catch him in some sort of heinous act regarding the reader like stalking?

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A/N > You’re cooking with this one and I almost, almost had to go get the fire extinguisher :D

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Gojo didn't understand the difference between love and obsession until later on in the story. this would be consistent with the implication that Gojo just loved her so deeply that his morals were askew as we have yet to find out how far his love goes.

what if Sukuna caught him in the act of doing god knows what, and brought up the fact that if the reader found out about this, that she'd get super freaked out and would do everything she can to get away from him (considering probably barely knew each other, if at all, at this point). but why would Sukuna devise such a plan over a money bribe? well, Sukuna's already revealed to be wealthy, and maybe he was bored. the same line that Gojo kept repeating to the reader whenever she questioned him as to why he did it. what if Gojo asked Sukuna why he's blackmailing him, and he said the exact same thing; "I was bored." we see how much Sukuna mirrors Gojo's speech by calling the reader "sweetheart" often, what if Gojo did the same thing?

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A/N > Gojo & Sukuna do have a few parallels in this story & they will be addressed more in the sequel.

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we wondered in chapter 23 how Gojo reaches out to these men to ensure their debt is "paid," but considering how oblivious everyone else on the list is to Gojo owing them anything, it would make sense that he only reports to Sukuna as he is ordered to do so. but two things stumped me on this theory overall.

the reader said that she used to party a lot and get involved with boys before Gojo. if he was stalking her for so long, why did he wait so long to approach her?

what specifically would be the blackmail that Sukuna has on Gojo?

regarding the first point, it's been mentioned that Gojo has been "scared of women" and was shy when it came to approaching the reader. he knew of her for so long, but was able to constantly slip under her radar. considering how much of a pervert he is, it wouldn't have been surprising for him to sneak around and watch in on the reader hooking up with other guys. after all, these guys were probably complete strangers to him and all he cared about was you. remember how Gojo was basically able to tune out his own best friend, Suguru, when the reader was hooking up with him in their living room? it wouldn't be wild to assume that he was able to do the same for your other hookups as he spied on you.

to connect this with second point, what if Sukuna caught Gojo being a peeping tom on the reader during a party hook-up? while being so distracted in the act of spying, Sukuna spots him. the reader wouldn't be alright with the fact that someone who's barely an acquaintance (if that, depending on the time this occurred) to her has been perving around and watching her have sex without her consent. she would do anything to get away from Gojo, and of course that would crush him. Gojo tried to buy Sukuna's silence by any means necessary. so, Sukuna generated a list of people that he and Gojo mutually knew for the reader to fuck. the reasoning for it would be the fact that Gojo has to sit through the process of having the girl he likes fuck a bunch of guys besides him, and the fact that Gojo knew all these men would make it sting more. plus, he has a reputation for hookups. (chapter 8)

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A/N > You’re like RIGHT there with it and yet not there at the same time omg 😟

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but why would Gojo agree to this deal with Sukuna, and why would he also go with the method of blackmailing the reader? it's basically a guarantee that the reader would be scared away regardless. but again, we could recall that Shoko mentioned that he was too "scared of women" to approach the reader at first. this was his chance to finally approach her. plus, "once that video is gone, there is no excuse he'll have to be around you." (chapter 8)

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but the more i thought of this reasoning for the two points, the more bizarre it felt. so what if instead of Gojo being a peeping tom, it was Sukuna. we get so many hints that Sukuna has eyes and intel everywhere. we get an indirect implication of this when he called us out for rolling our eyes during our phone call with him. yes, it could be completely by chance, but it's still a great hint that he "sees everything" and "knows everything." we get an even bigger hint towards this in the alt ending when he directly references The F*ck List.

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A/N > Others have taken note of how Sukuna knew she rolled her eyes but trust me, that’s just to show that Sukuna knows the reader’s body language more than he’s let on & paid attention to her a lot during the time they were together.

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it wouldn't be too far fetched to assume that he has some shady videos taken of people without his consent, some possibly acquired through other people (like how Gojo was revealed to have sent Sukuna the video of the reader from the first chapter). what if Gojo caught Sukuna with the video, threatened him to delete it, and Sukuna counterthreatened to have it be sent and posted everywhere. it would be highly ironic, but consistent with the way that Gojo and Sukuna practically mirror each other at times. the reasoning for the list choices would still be the same for this theory, too.

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my citations for these theories ☝️🤓

“You once asked me if I love you because I blackmailed you or if I blackmailed you because I love you and my answer is both,” Gojo confesses as he turns to meet your gaze, “Through my blackmailing, I fell for you but I also did it because I loved you from the start.” - Chapter 56

loved you from the start; his obsession has been consistent from the start (supports Gojo being a peeping tom theory) or he has always had a deep concern for you (supports him wanting to stop Sukuna from spreading blackmail of you instead).

“I’ve sacrificed everything for you, y’know.”

“How? What’s everything that you’ve sacrificed, hm?”

“You. I sacrificed the woman I love to make her happy.” Gojo admits, and of all he’s said thus far, that feels like the truest statement.

“I could’ve been happy with you.” You remind him.

He laughs, “Yeah well, I’m an idiot.”

You scoff, “That’s all you have to say?”

“Yup.” - Chapter 56

is he an idiot for being a peeping pervert instead of just approaching you normally? maybe. how does this make her happy? she ends up finding love through Choso, through the list, through the blackmail.

But deleting the video means ... he has no more leverage over you and can't force you to help him with the hole he's dug for himself. - Chapter 8

the hole being the blackmail set against him by Sukuna.

Gojo's behind you cursing at himself for being unable to tell you the truth.

He's so scared that you'll never help him without the blackmail and, well, he has every right to be because you're pretty sure that if it weren't for those videos he has over your head, you wouldn't be doing any of this. - Chapter 9

the videos he's referencing is the original video from chapter 1 and the fake video he lied about with Suguru, but he can't tell the reader the truth because it's too twisted and risky (supports Gojo peeping tom theory).

He silences himself in thought. There are so many ways he could go about answering such a question but the possibilities of how you may react are endless. Plus, you're drunk and if he's going to admit or explain anything to you, it'll be while you're sober.

"Because..." Gojo's voice gets so quiet that you almost don't catch what he says, "...I don't have any other choice." - Chapter 21

if he didn't go through with his list, Sukuna would have went through with Gojo's blackmail, thus resulting in either you getting as far away from Gojo as soon as possible or Sukuna's video being sent around.

He let something slip abruptly, "W-Wish I c-could tell you everything, sweets..."

Your brows furrow at that.

Are you missing something here? - Chapter 22

YES GIRL!!!! SUKUNA'S BEHIND THE WHOLE LIST, HE'S BEHIND THE BLACKMAIL GIRLYPOP

"Anything," Gojo says, meeting your gaze. He's so serious that it's almost dark the way he looks at you, "I'd do anything for you." - Chapter 29

"I meant it when I said I'd do anything for you."

You follow his motions and then end up right back in his arms, "Right..."

"I'd sacrifice the very thing I love just to see you happy." Gojo claims proudly.

You scoff, "Thought' I was the thing you loved?"

"You are."

His words bewilder you, "Then that makes no sense."

"It won't." Gojo shrugs. - Chapter 29

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anything. even if it means putting your body, heart, mind, and career on the line. directly supports the theory that Sukuna initially had blackmail on the reader.

"We're the same, y'know..." He suddenly says, his voice breaking again, "We both want someone so terribly bad but our situations prohibit us from getting that person."

"You could've prevented all this though..."

Gojo sniffles and you feel a drop of wetness slide down his cheek and slip against your palm. The man was crying? Why? - Chapter 30

this whole time we've been told that Gojo and the reader share more similarities than the reader realizes. what Gojo is to the reader, the reader is to Choso. while Choso now knows of the men that the reader slept with, he doesn't know why. he doesn't know about you being blackmailed. you know that you had to sleep with these men. you don't know why. you didn't know it was because of Gojo being blackmailed.

"For loving me, Satoru. It's not a crime," You say, mocking a comment he made to you earlier, "You're allowed to love me. So, for that, and that only, I forgive you."

Those words healed so many more wounds in his heart than you realized. It was like that was all he ever needed to hear. If Gojo's mistake was loving you and that's what caused this, then you forgive him.

If in some twisted way, his feelings started the list, you forgive him.

COME ON NOW.

There’s so much going unspoken but the two of you knew what either was saying, you understood each other more than either of you realized. - Chapter 35

“Well,” Gojo sighs heavily and then draws your hands off his face, leaning down to you a bit, “Sometimes, sacrifices need to be made in exchange for one’s happiness.”

“Are you telling me that all this was for the greater good?” You quiz as you raise a curious brow.

“Something like that, yeah,” He shrugs. - Chapter 45

You tell him, “If I had one wish, it’d be that you did that from the beginning.”

Gojo opens his mouth to say something but then he swallows his words down. He nearly fucked up.

“All you had to do was talk to me,” Your shoulders raise into a shrug as you move a hand to the doorknob, “Things could’ve been different if you did.”

“Even if I’ve been obsessed with you since the beginning?” He questions and he’s stepping closer to you again. He can’t possibly wrap his head around that possibility-

You laugh a bit, “Especially if you were obsessed from the beginning,” You didn’t know it but that statement right there made the man feel as though his world was falling apart, loads of regret tumbling over him as he stares at you with wide eyes, “Satoru I think you forgot but, before all this started, aside from Shoko… I was lonely.”

Gojo’s throat goes dry and he fails to form a response to that, “I…”

“If you had just talked to me one time, and more than a hey or how are you,” The way your eyes soften, a slim sheer gloss of tears coating your gaze as you speak to him, “I would’ve fallen for you.”

He grits his teeth, “Don’t tell me that.”

“But it’s true.” You say.

And just like that, Gojo was crumbling all over again. If only you knew how much he regretted everything after hearing you say that. - Chapter 46

if he had just spoke to the reader before all of this, maybe she wouldn't have gone to those parties, hooked up with those people, and caused whatever kind of blackmail Sukuna had on Gojo (or on her).

He wishes he could take it all back, his feelings for you included. If only he could go back and stop himself from ever being curious about you. That’s what started it after all. Because, at the end of the day, Gojo knew who you were before you knew who he was— hell, even before Shoko knew who you were. - Chapter 53

then what is the timeline of his obsession starting? has it been before Gojo? could his blackmail have taken place even before Shoko introduced you two, adding to the weight of the threat that Sukuna held over Gojo's head (regarding the peeping tom theory).

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A/N > The timeline on Gojo’s interest, not obsession just yet, on the reader will be addressed in the sequel so this’ll be answered there <3

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but there were certain parts that stumped me and my theories so i have some weird reasonings around them;

It's selfish of him and seriously fucked up but, he's said it before and he'll say it over and over again-- you're all he has. He made promises to everyone on that list, promises of delivering a woman to them at some point, and of course, he couldn't convince anyone he knew to do such a thing.

So again, the situation with you just happened to be a coincidence.

The problem is that Gojo hates that it's you. He hates that you're the one he ended up doing this to. - Chapter 8

Gojo's known to be a silly guy so it could make sense that he actually did promise these guys hookups for reasons unrelated to his blackmail. after all, he does have a reputation for getting people hookups. the coincidence is that Sukuna now has dirt on Gojo and wants to toy with him. by making the reader sleep with them the guys he coincidentally owes hookups to, he fulfills his role/reputation and relieves his debt at the same time. two birds, one stone.

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A/N > As we later learn that some of the “debt” Satoru claimed to have isn’t real, we can also infer that his reputation & the promises he’s made to these men were done out of coincidence. Take Toji for example; tell me you can’t see an interaction between him & Gojo where Gojo gets a bad grade and wants to get it up so he taunts his professor with the idea of getting him a hookup & Toji would laugh it off considering Gojo’s reputation ;)

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another thing that stumped me is why Gojo got so worked up with the reader referring herself as a whore, and the connection to Sukuna. my delulu reasoning is that once Sukuna threatened Gojo with blackmail by either of the two theories/methods i mentioned, Sukuna casually referred to the reader as a whore. that caused a major fight between the two, possibly even getting physical (which can refer back to the implication that Gojo has hurt people for the reader).

the fight could have increased the tension and severity of the situation, so Sukuna decides to add Choso to the list knowing how easily attached Choso gets. in chapter 5, the reader and Gojo were discussing the list and Choso specifically. Gojo was even noted to be relieved when the reader had mentioned that they'll just have to hope that Choso doesn't get attached, as he obviously holds deep feelings for the reader. Sukuna knows that by going through with the blackmail with Choso involved, Gojo most likely will not end up with the reader if Choso get attached and the reader reciprocates those feelings.

also, the counterargument that Sukuna and Gojo are actually friends/allies in this situation just doesn't sit well with me. it would make for a crazy twist but it just feels too out of character for Gojo. but then again, how would Sukuna specifically know about The F*ck List? but idk, it just feels so wrong to me. maybe i have too much faith in Gojo lmfao. after all, he has consistently shown a great dislike towards the guy since chapter 23. but maybe it's my denial speaking. i really don't want to think of Satoru going through this whole arc only for it to reveal that he truly is a piece of shit. pls don't do this to my pookie my heart cannot handle it </3

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A/N > Remember, Gojo is a good actor & you go a long period of time in the book not realizing he’s not as much of a villain as he pretends to be 😉

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there's that moment after the reader fucked Sukuna that still messes with my brain. with my theories, my brain's thinking that he contemplated on collecting even more blackmail on the reader. for what reason? idk, to be an ass? to torment Gojo further and add more to his blackmail? but maybe he decided not to because he already has plenty of blackmail on the reader (if the theory of Sukuna having a video of her from way back then is true) and fucking her knowingly made Gojo pissed considering all the dirt Sukuna has.

so why can't Gojo tell her the truth now? why does he want to wait years in advance? maybe he's hoping that by that time, not only will you forget and not care about the situation overall, but maybe Sukuna will forget all about it as well. the chances of Sukuna holding on to the reader's blackmail for that long is slim and the reader would most likely be in a situation where she is completely separated from Sukuna depending on her job and living situation with Choso. the stakes are lower than if he were to reveal everything to you now, at a moment where your life is still so uncertain. it would go against his wish for you to end up happy.

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A/N > Maybe Gojo doesn’t tell her the truth because he can’t, just as he said 🌚 Perhaps he’s not allowed to yet. After all, why would Sukuna even tell the reader he made the list in the end? ^.^ Just some food for thought!

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regarding the future of TFL... fuck, bro. i have no fucking idea. i'm too caught up in the (presumed) past. i'm mourning fr. i love this fic sooooo fucking much. whenever you decide to pick up on the sequel, i will be there. if you choose to publish anything else in the meantime, i will be there. thanks for such a fun and memorable read, Kami. i'm excited to bookbind this soon 🤍🤍🤍 now, i need to watch blue lock to shove these feelings down.

yap fin (for now)

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A/N > I love you sosoosooooo much for this. These theories are like reading an entirely new fanfic sometimes except, I know all the answers & what’s going to happen next, which only makes me more excited ^.^ Thank you for taking the time to make this, thank you for reading, thank you for supporting, just, THANK YOU.

This right here is exactly what I write for; people like you :)

To the others reading this breakdown & theory, thank ☃️anon because she’s a damn godsend & ilhsm ^.^ (definitely showing favoritism rn, sorry not sorry, ily all I swear)

Edit; Since you’re watching Blue Lock, I can’t wait to bring my Shidou fanfic here because a lot of the drama in TFL has inspo from that fic, which I wrote first ^.^ & I could totally see you enjoying it because not only is it a childhood friends to lovers than enemies & back to lovers troupe BUT it also includes Itoshi Sae x reader which ofc, adds hella drama :))

P.S. It’s two am as I finally post this and omg sorry it took me a while, I wanted to answer other anons first before unpacking this badboy, again, tysm!!

#the f*ck list #tfl!theories #tfl spoiler #tfl #k!ans: ☃️

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fawnme1 · 2 months ago

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THE SOFTEST THING — WILLNE

CHAPTER NINE

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It happened on a Thursday.

No promo. No pre-save link. No dramatic Instagram teaser. Just one tweet.

@youruser: surpirse. “half of me” is out now.

No one had known. Not even your manager, until the day before. You’d written and produced the whole thing quietly over the last few months, late nights in the studio alone, with your notes app full of lyrics you weren’t sure you’d ever share. It wasn’t a “radio single” or anything catchy for TikTok trends — it was raw, slow, haunting in parts, and vulnerable in a way that felt just for you.

And maybe, deep down, just a little bit about him.

The response online was immediate. Fans freaked out, calling it your best work yet. Threads popped up within an hour dissecting the lyrics:

“you laugh like i’m still yours / but never ask if i’m okay?”

“i was whole when i met you / now i’m split into stories”

“half of me is brave / the other half still waits”

The theories took off. Some thought it was about your five-year dry spell. Others swore it had to be about Will. The timing. The recent Sidemen video. The way you looked at him when you thought no one else was watching.

But none of that mattered as much as the texts that started rolling in from the group chat.

Joe: ARE YOU JOKING RIGHT???

“half of me” ???? HELLO?????

how did you not tell me you were releasing THIS???

Alfie: not me tearing up in tesco listening to the bridge

actual violation that you didn’t even give us a heads up

You smiled at your phone, watching the messages pour in as you lay in your bed, hoodie sleeves pulled over your hands. You hadn’t responded yet. You weren’t sure what to say.

You didn’t expect it to feel this vulnerable. But it did. Even more than posting about Will. Even more than the Sidemen teasing you on camera. This was you, without the edits or the banter or the sarcasm. This was everything you’d felt in quiet moments poured into three minutes and twenty-six seconds.

Your phone buzzed again.

Will: just listened

its beautiful

are you okay?

You stared at the message a little longer than the others. Not because of what he said — but how he said it. No joke. No emoji. Just… him. Honest.

You replied a minute later.

You: yeah. i think i am now

You closed your phone and set it aside, letting yourself sit in the moment. Outside your window, the city was its usual mess of lights and motion, but inside, things felt still.

You didn’t release “half of me” to get attention. You didn’t release it to confirm any fan theories. You just wanted to let something go. And now that it was out there — floating in the world, being felt by other people — maybe that was enough.

Maybe this was what moving on felt like. Or maybe it was what opening up again looked like. Either way, it felt like a start.

By Friday morning, “half of me” was trending on Twitter. Your DMs were a mess, and your phone wouldn’t stop vibrating with reactions from friends, fans, and random celebrities reposting it to their stories with the classic “who hurt her??” captions.

Joe and Alfie, meanwhile, had declared war.

You hadn’t seen them since the drop — which was by design. You needed 24 hours of silence to process the chaos. But that peace didn’t last long. By Saturday, they were both standing outside your flat with takeaway and smug grins, already mid-conversation when you opened the door.

“She’s alive!” Joe said, dramatically bowing as he walked past you and into your living room like he owned the place. “And emotionally unwell, based on that little musical breakdown you dropped on us.”

Alfie followed behind, holding up a coffee and shoving it into your hand. “We’re staging a wellness check. And also bullying you, obviously.”

You blinked, still in your hoodie and fluffy socks. “I literally told you I was fine.”

“Yeah, but you didn’t tell us you were in your Taylor Swift era of lyrical destruction,” Joe replied, flopping onto your sofa. “What was that bridge? Did someone ghostwrite that? Be honest. That was pain. That was cinematic heartbreak.”

“It’s not even about anyone specifically!” you defended, though it sounded weak even to you.

Alfie narrowed his eyes. “Mmm. Is it not? Because I’ve seen you say ‘I’m fine’ while looking like you were moments away from dropping a surprise album. And then this comes out?”

Joe leaned over dramatically. “I’m just saying, if I had writeen ‘half of me is brave / the other half still waits.’ I’d be charging people for therapy via merch.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, dropping onto the chair across from them, your coffee warming your hands. “Okay, first of all, thats’s a great merch idea. Second — I didn’t want the whole build-up things. I just… needed it out.”

Alfie gave you a rare soft look, one that slipped through the sarcasm. “Well, it’s out. And people are obsessed, Y/N. Even Will posted it.”

Your eyes flicked up. “He did?”

Joe’s face split into a wide grin. “Ohhh, don’t act like you didn’t see. Man posted it to his story with the sad face emoji. Sad face, bro. That’s how you know it’s real.”

You tried to suppress your smile, and failed. “It’s not about him.”

“Sure,” Alfie said, sipping his drink. “Just like Joe’s boxing career isn’t about being dramtic. It’s okay. We get it.”

You rolled your eyes, tossing a cushion at him. “You lot are impossible.”

Joe caught the pillow mid-air. “We’re just emotionally literate, thank you. And proud. No joke, Y/N — that song’s insane. Like, actually beautiful. Proper mature, vulnerable, all that.”

Alfie nodded, a bit more sincerely this time. “It’s the best thing you’ve ever put out. Even though we’re mad you didn’t let us hear it first.”

“Yeah,” Joe chimed in again, “you’re never living that down, by the way. Next time you go through and identity crisis, at least give us the courtesy of a sneak peek. Or a breakdown.”

You laughed harder this time, warmth blooming behind your ribs. “Noted.”

The three of you spent the rest of the afternoon like that — teasing, laughing, and slowly letting the weight of the last few days fade into something lighter. You didn’t know what the next step was. Or what would happen with Will. But you knew, without a doubt, that you had people who loved you enough to roast you right back to peace.

#fawnme1 #will lenney x reader #willne x reader #willne

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ladyrowrites · 1 year ago

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Promise Part 1

A/N: This came to me in a dream so I just had to write it. Also, this may be a long fan fic.. depending on how I feel and if I dream of this again lol :)

Pairings: Gojo x Afab reader

Warning: Lots of angst and some swearing, mentions of cheating

wc: 7,273

Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

You were staring at the picture of you and Gojo at your night stand and then at the ceiling. You finally decided to stand up from your shared bed and started packing your belongings. Your body and mind could not process what Gojo confessed to you. You didn’t know what to do first - Cry? Breakdown? Break a few things? Laugh? Punch him? Slap him? Kill him?

Honestly, you were just so tired. You were planning a wedding - a marriage, a union between you and the love of your life. Or so you thought. When he proposed to you, he told you while on one knee that he wants to be with you FOREVER. Forever, my fucking ass. Laughable, even.

CHAPTER 1: Deal Breaker

Two Hours Ago

“Hi, love! How was work?” You giddily greeted him by the door as he entered your shared home. You felt something was off right away by the way his eyes and face looked. You can just feel his aura radiating bad news. You try to shake it away as you were excited to tell him about finding the perfect wedding dress today.

“Oh it’s all right” He responds quietly, “Can we talk, love?”

“Sure. What’s wrong Satoru?” You can already feel your heart sink.

Gojo leads you to your bedroom and then sits at the foot of the bed while brushing his hair and sighing.

“SATORU! You are making me nervous. What is it?” You jokingly said while taking a seat beside him.

Gojo then stands up, trying to find the right words, trying to see how he will break this devastating news to you. As if, there will be a right way. Either way, you will get hurt and he was the cause of it.

He sighed again and cleared his throat, “My love, I just want you to know…” He was looking down and was playing with his fingers, “I love you very much and still now, you are the only woman that I see my future with. When I said forever to you, I meant it.” He was looking at you now.

You looked at him too, trying to understand what’s happening. Were you trying to reassure her? Gojo was the kind of fiancé to always reassure you especially when you are feeling insecure and down. But this time, it feels different.

You didn’t speak. Your eyes spoke to him to continue.

“I…” He knelt down to you and cupped your face, “I will always love you.”

At this point, your heart and mind keeps racing, so you replied, “Get to the point, Satoru.”

He was whispering when he said this, but you heard it loud and clear.

“I… I did the one thing you asked me not to do… Your deal breaker..” Gojo started crying and was leaning down now to your lap and he was shaking.

He continued, “I..I…slept with someone else..I’m sorry.”

If you think you experienced heart breaks before him, you were wrong. This was heart shattering, literally feeling your heart split in two. Your mind fades to nothing. You’re going numb, not knowing how to respond to that. You don’t know if you want to hit him first or smash all the things you could touch first or… you could just not think of anything. It’s like your body stopped functioning.

“She was nothing though! It was a one time mistake! My love, it was a mistake! I promise, it was nothing. I’m so sorry” He was talking fast and pleading.

You laughed.

Ridiculous laugh.

“My love?” Was all you said and laughed again. There were no tears because you promised yourself that you will not let Gojo Satoru see you cry. NOT FROM THIS FUCKING BULLSHIT.

Gojo was just looking up to you while his hands were leaning in your lap. You pushed his hands away because you felt disgusted. The same hands that held you at your most vulnerable. The same hands that held you because he wanted to be with you.

You stood up, “You fucking cheater. Don’t even come near me! I asked you one thing! ONE THING! This should’ve been a given! Was I not enough for you?”

Gojo knelt in front of you saying how sorry he is. You kept pacing back and forth and your fists were balling wanting to punch him or yourself to wake yourself up from this fucking nightmare. The love of your life. The man you were supposed to be with until you both had gray hair. The one you were supposed to say ‘I do’ to… He BETRAYED you. After 4 years of loving each other, you can’t believe that this is how it's ending. Was everything a lie? Did he really love you faithfully from the start?

There were so many questions in your mind. You want to fucking drown in the ocean and not wanting to be saved.

“You were! You were Y/N! I… I don’t even know what came to me. I was intoxicated… Not that I am trying to find excuses, because I did it. It was a mistake. I am so sorry.” He was crying so hard that it was breaking your heart more.

“When did this happen?”

“Two weeks ago, Y/N. I.. My conscience was killing me. The moment it happened, I wanted to tell you but I don’t know how. I’m sorry. She was nothing.”

You felt sick to your stomach, knowing he came home to you that late night, drunk. He said he drank a lot and came home at 4am because his co-workers made him stay and that there was a big successful merger so he had to. AND YOU BELIEVED HIM.

“Who was she?” You asked, whispering. You wanted to stop asking, but for your peace of mind, you had to, even if you don't even know if this will give you peace.

“Again, she was nothing to me. She was a client. We..we were both drunk and she was already flirting with me….”

“SHUT UP! SHUT UP!!!!!!!!! YOU FUCKING LIAR!!!!!” You don’t want to hear what his story was leading to now. It HURT. It hurts so much you can’t breathe. You think you’re going to pass out so you sit down near the headboard where you see the loving picture of you and Gojo in the nightstand. He was kissing your cheeks while you were smiling so cheekily and your eyes looked so bright. You looked so in love. Where did it go wrong?

Gojo’s eyes were following what you were doing. Admittedly, he was surprised that you were not throwing tantrums or slapping him or just being violent. Not even tears. He felt he deserved all of that.

You just sat there quietly for 30 minutes, looking at everything else in your bedroom except for him. Gojo’s heart was breaking into tiny little pieces. He didn’t know what came over him. He destroyed all your love and trust on that one shitty night. He wanted to hug and kiss all your pain away, if you’ll let him. But he knows better than that.

After 45 minutes of just silence, Gojo spoke, “My love, just speak to me, please. Slap me, do something! Just please say something..” Gojo is pleading while he sat next to you. His cerulean eyes are red from crying.

The moment he sat down, you stood up and got your luggage. You started putting all your clothes in it. Gojo wanted to stop you. He didn’t want you to leave but that would be so selfish of him. He was already selfish enough to sleep with a nobody. He just sat there looking at what you’re doing.

No words can truly describe how you felt. Betrayed. Destroyed. Broken.

You just want to get out of there. You can’t bear to see the man you called your love. Because there was no love anymore felt in that house. Because if there was, he would not do this to you.

After packing, you said, “You don’t even need to send all the things I bought for this house. You can keep it.”

You removed the blue sapphire engagement ring he gave you, the same colour of his eyes; he said that he chose that ring to remind you that he will always be there forever. Forever, by your side, through sickness and in health.

Gojo began wailing. It was happening so fast. You were packing your things and then all of a sudden giving back the one thing he promised you forever. He began kneeling in front of you. Begging you not to leave him. You were his life, his love, his everything.

You also knelt, putting the ring in his palms. He was struggling to open it, but you were adamant to give it to him.

Heartbreaking was an understatement. You wanted to hug him and forgive him and forget all this happened. But you can’t. This is not something you just sweep under the rug. He broke your trust.

“I told you cheating was my deal breaker when we first met. Obviously, you forgot. Or maybe this was really not the first time you felt doing it? I’m not sure anymore. I don’t know who you are anymore, Satoru. I.. I don’t think I can have this.” With that, you stood up, collected your luggage, and left without looking back.

The moment he heard his name left your lips, he thought it was the saddest voice he had ever heard in his life.

The moment you were down outside by the lobby, you started bawling like you never cried before. You were on the floor just sitting by the wall while you poured your heart out. People were looking at you, even the security, but you didn’t care.

That night was the night your soul left your body.

You see someone coming to you, but you can’t see who it was as your vision is blurred from all the tears.

Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

“Y/N?”

You look up with your hand in your hair, “Suguru?”

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NEXT CHAPTER HERE!

Hope you enjoyed this angst! I think I love writing them lol :)

Writing soon again,

Lady Ro

#jjk x reader #jjk angst #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo angst #lady ro writes #jjk fan fic #gojo fan fic #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen fan fiction #jjk #jujutsu kaisen

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huggyhughesy · 2 years ago

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Lavender Haze

adam fantilli x hughes!sister

lavender haze

a.n. :: this is a short part 1 in the fic!! let me know what you think <3

My life was theoretically falling apart. Well, maybe not my life, that was a tad dramatic. But my mind was.

On a late-night walk around campus – during which I discovered my headphones were dead – my mind began swirling with thoughts that I’d been drying to drown out for months. Noise cancelling headphones tended to help with that.

Those thoughts that currently plagued my mind were distracting me from my current surroundings, which probably wasn’t the safest place to be at eleven o’clock at night. But I had to sit down, there was too much going on inside for me to process.

Like the fact that my life was only now really beginning – and not in the way that you think it does when you get to high school, or apply to college. I was having to make important decisions. But they were already made for me. By me. I’d made these decisions for myself a long time ago, but now, after months of living on my own and beginning to discover myself, I discovered that the things that I used to think I wanted, were things that I really thought people wanted of me. And this realization during my late-night walk was currently sending me into a spiral.

“Are you okay?”

The male voice made me nearly jump out of the bench seat. I put my hand to my chest, trying to steady my heart rate.

“Oh my God, you scared the shit out of the me.”

The man, who, I won’t lie, was extremely attractive, grinned at me. Even under the dull campus lamp, his smile was bright as can be. He was tall, although him standing and me sitting probably skewed my judgment a little bit.

“Sorry,” he said, still grinning down at me. “Didn’t mean to, just wanted to check and make sure you were okay.”

“I’m okay,” I replied.

This probably wasn’t the best response to give someone who was checking in on your well-being, and my assumption was proven correct when he tilted his head to the side slightly, like he was urging me to explain my current predicament. I didn’t though.

“Can I sit?”

I nodded, and he took a seat next to me. He offered his hand, which I shook with my own. He looked so familiar, especially now that I was seeing him this close up. But I couldn’t exactly place where I’d seen him before. Maybe he was in one of my classes?

“Adam.”

“yn.”

His grin, if possible, got even wider.

“You seem to look very familiar to me, yn. Have we met before?”

After his sentence, it hit me. He was one of Luke’s new teammates. I didn’t get the chance to meet them during the summer, when he invites the team to our house for a couple weeks, but I’d seen plenty of videos and pictures of the team’s summer at our house.

“No, we’ve never met.”

This time though, I smiled at him. Based on the way his grin changed into a smirk, he was in on this charade of pretending that we don’t know each other, even though we were destined to meet in a couple days when the hockey season began.

“Is there any particular reason you’re sitting out here in the dark?”

“Oh, just a slight mid-life crisis. No big deal.”

Adam seemed to think that maybe it actually was a big deal. And it was, but I was never going to admit that to myself.

“Maybe, if you tell someone about your mental breakdown, you’ll feel better about it. I mean, it works for me when I’m freaking out.”

I really didn’t want to tell this guy who I’d never met before about the fact that I was regretting my profession choice. Or that I was about to have a nervous breakdown because after this year, my brother was going to leave, and if I didn’t make any friends freshman year, I wouldn’t have anyone after he leaves. Except for his teammates, but I think they gave me more of a pity friendship.

“You don’t have to tell me,” Adam said, interrupting my spiral. “But I could help you get your mind off of it, if you want to.”

I scrunched my nose, “Ew, no. I don’t want to –”

“That’s not what I meant!” he quickly interjected. “I can provide you with a distraction that doesn’t involve you being with another person. It would require you to leave campus though.”

“Leave campus? How do I know you’re not going to murder me?”

He laughed. Even in my mental state, the laugh did something to me. It sounded so carefree, like everything in his life was going exactly as he had hoped. Although, I suppose it was.

“Do you want to call your brother for reassurance? Or keep pretending like you’ve never met me before?”

Oh. He was confident, too. But I guess I should have expected that, nearly all of my brother’s friends seemed to be way more confident that they should be. I decided to live on the edge for once and play along with his charade.

“How did you know I have a brother?”

I stood, smiling at him. Now I was the one to look down as I spoke to him.

“As long as we’re not going to a frat, I don’t really care where you take me.”

“How do you feel about Canada?”

#adam fantilli #umich hockey #umich hockey imagine #adam fantilli x reader #adam fantilli imagine #columbus blue jackets #nhl imagine #blue jackets

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stedesparasol · 11 months ago

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Made Up Fic Title: Table for Two

Ed is sitting in his favourite diner in the middle of nowhere when a rather dishevelled looking man walks through the door, looking around a bit desperately for somewhere to sit. His suit is all rumpled, his hair is a mess, he looks like he’s been crying. There aren’t any free tables, but Ed is taking up a whole booth by himself, so he isn’t surprised when the man comes over and asks if he can sit opposite, really, he won’t be a bother. Usually this is the point where Ed would say nah sorry mate, waiting for some friends (he definitely isn’t) but this guy… intrigues him. So he nods, and the man flops down into the booth.

When the waitress comes over, he orders nothing but a black coffee, but if you asked Ed, he’d say the guy was already jittery enough. ‘Maybe get some food to go with that,’ he suggests. Not that he, y’know, cares what this guy does, but if he’s gonna be hitting the road again soon, probably for the best he has something in his body other than caffeine, or whatever. The dishevelled man looks at him like he can’t believe somebody actually cares about his food intake (seriously, his eyes got all watery and everything) and orders a sandwich. Ed gets the feeling there’s definitely something weird going on with this guy. Maybe he’s having a breakdown. Maybe he’s just killed someone. Whatever it is, Ed probably shouldn’t get involved.

‘So,’ he says anyway, once the waitress has walked away, ‘what brings you to the middle of nowhere?’

‘Oh, I’m running away from home,’ the man replies.

It takes Ed a minute to process this, given that the man is very clearly in his 40s, and that’s a strange thing for a man in his 40s to be doing. But then the man – whose name is Stede, it turns out, Stede Bonnet, former vice president of Bonnet Industries, you may have heard of it – informs him that his father has just taken him out of the company and given his position to his childhood (and workplace) bully Nigel, and when Stede left to go home and break the news to his wife, he found her in bed with her painting instructor.

‘Obviously I’m not wanted by anybody,’ he says around a bite of his sandwich that arrived two minutes ago, ‘so I just got straight in the car and drove away. No idea where I’m headed. No idea where I even am, and the car’s out of gas, which isn’t ideal. And I didn’t pack, which I’m starting to regret, because this suit isn’t really suited (pardon the pun) for a road trip, but I’m going to have to make do until I pass a good clothing store. Although I don’t know how I’m going to do that when I’m stuck with a car that won’t move.’

And Ed really shouldn’t get any more involved in this – it sounds like the poor guy’s had a hell of a morning and is probably making some extremely rash decisions which he’s going to regret by tomorrow and is almost definitely going to start crying again in a minute – but on the other hand, it’s the most interesting thing to happen to him in ages. ‘I know a good clothing store,’ he finds himself saying.

Stede looks up at him. ‘You do?’

Ed nods, nudging his plate towards him. ‘Finish your sandwich and I’ll drive you there.’

As of right now, Ed really doesn’t know whether he’s gonna end up driving this guy to a clothing store, a motel, or back home to hash things out with his wife, but what he does know is that he’s weirdly glad he let this bizarre little man take a seat at his table.

send me a made-up fic title and i’ll tell you what i would write to go with it ✌️

#these just keep getting longer and longer lmao #ask #blakbonnet #<3 #i need a fic adjacent tag

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gottagetshiver · 2 months ago

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Tell me MORE abt the mothman saga?????

oh god did I not tell you about mothman???

Our story begins in late February 2023. I match with this guy on tinder and we hit it off big time. We talk all day every day for nearly a month, but don't meet up because our schedules don't align that well. We had long since moved from talking on tinder to insta DMs.

Fast forward to early April and we finally set up a time for him to come over to my place so we can hook up. He cancels last minute. Whatever, not a big deal, I don't really care. He said it was to take care of his very elderly cat and as someone who would definitely cancel a dick appointment to take care of my dog, I completely understood.

Then he vanishes.

Poof. Gone.

9 months later, guess who slides into my DMs at 4 in the morning? He has some excuse about his mental health tanking and because of that he pulled away from any socialising, which I was sympathetic of. I didn't particularly believe him, but I gave him the benefit of the doubt cause I didn't want to risk being an asshole to someone who was willing to be vulnerable with me.

Cue the next year (12 whole months!!) of him either sending me weird memes of moths wanting to fuck light bulbs (hence the nickname mothman) or random paragraphs of all the things he wants to do to me in the middle of the night, but not consistently. He'd message me once every few weeks, and no matter what I said in reply he wouldn't respond with more than a single emoji ever. Trying to have any sort of conversation was like pulling teeth.

I became so utterly fascinated and infuriated with this man that I started doing that super pathetic thing of posting things on my story specifically for him to see and then pouting if he watched it but didn't say anything, and I was constantly just soooooo frustrated that he kept messaging me sporadically but was never interested in actually like. Having any sort of conversation. Even if I sexted back it was just a single fucking emoji every time.

After a year I hit my breaking point and sent him this big long message asking about his thought process and why he was the way he was, to which he replied "I'm just antisocial and don't like people so I only send them memes or messages whenever I remember they exist" (paraphrasing but that was the gist of it) so like. Love that.

After that I stopped replying to him and after a couple more witching hour "fuck I wish I was balls deep in you" messages he stopped sending me anything.

But yeah I spent like a year completely hung up on and obsessing over a man that I never met in person and who clearly wasn't actually interested in me. I was desperate to know what he thought of me and how his mind worked to the point of having literal sobbing breakdowns more or less weekly cause I started to feel so shitty about myself lmao as though there was something inherently wrong with me or that I was fundamentally unlovable that made things play out like that.

Anyways yeah like situationship is synonymous with messy and toxic, more or less. No one going into one should expect it to be all healthy communication and complete mutual respect 😭 Like that shit is always a learning experience of the worst sort lmao

#it got so bad that all my friends AND MY THERAPIST joined a mothman hater club #I couldn't so much utter his name around Neuro without her threatening to come to Canada and whoop my ass into oblivion #everyone who knows the lore and has seen the messages says it's on SIGHT #shiver answers

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hugheswritetr · 1 year ago

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Unforgettable

MASTERLIST

Heartbeat | Jack Hughes

Author’s note: my fav chapter so far;)

Song: Unforgettable- French Montana

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Thalia’s POV

The sun is shining, birds are chirping, and i finally found the comfortable position to tan.

I haven’t got much time to tan during this summer, always running around, spending time with family or Luke.

I try to fill my free time with them as much as possible, knowing that once the summer ends, I am returning to Switzerland for my last year of boarding school.

But back to my tanning, If you didn’t notice, I am really enjoying the time for myself.

I just wish the process was faster, because I want the tan lines right now . Oh how I love being a girl.

My mom is cooking lunch with Ellen, so the Hughes family is over. Luke finally returned from his tournament, and it couldn’t be more perfect. The only two people who can’t share my enthusiasm are Quinn and Mattheo.

They are groaning few feet from me, laying on the outdoor sofa with ice packs on their heads. Thats what underage drinking does to you, my friend.

I can faintly hear Luke and Jack shouting at eachother as they play football, the ball nearly hit me a few times, but because of how good I feel right now, I can’t imagine myself caring.

After my mini breakdown I endured yesterday, today is a perfect calming day. My nerves settled down a bit after the talk with Jack, and I feel lighter.

Sure, I still have some anxiety left but I know I have a lot of time to figure it out. Nobody has it figured out at the age I am at, and I know that by then I will be calm and collected.

I hope.

My train of thoughts is stopped when I suddenly do not feel the sun on my face. I open my eyes and see Jack standing over me. I would start cussing him out, but today is a great day, so I choose not to.

But the words he says take me by surprise.

“Scoot over” he instructs me, and I free some space for him on the towel. “What do you want, Jack?” I suspiciously ask.

“Just want to spend some time with my friend, is that a crime ?” he chuckles. I look at him, and see no sarcasm in his eyes. He settles down beside me, the skin contact making me shiver. Why is he wearing no shirt? Thank god he isn’t tho, at least I have something to look at.

I stare, no shame in that. The hard ridges of his abs on the tanned skin are making it impossible not to. “Take a picture, it will last longer”he says, noticing my stare. Okay, I feel shame now, but I do not regret it, the sight was pleasant, not going to lie. So sue a girl for looking.

I am sure I look like an apple right now, and the embarrassment surges through me. “ I wasn’t looking” I say, trying to save at least a bit of dignity I have left.

“Please, Lils, let’s stop lying to ourselves “ he laughs and I scoff at the cocky asshole. He knows what he is doing.

We once again settle into comfortable silence, just sitting beside eachother.

He is one of the few people I actually enjoy spending time with in silence, just soaking up him and his energy.

“So tell me about the girlfriend” I suddenly ask, circling back to the words he said to me at the draft, even though a long time passed since that, it’s still on my mind.

It pains me, but I know that Jack Hughes will always be here for me to admire, not to have. I just hope he finds someone who understands his soul and his body, the way he deserves to be understood.

“Avery? What about her?” he confusedly replies, waiting for me to clarify. “You told me about her at the draft” I recall.

“Oh, yeah, sorry I forgot” he apologises, but continues “She’s great, we have been together since my birthday, so I think we’re doing good” the smile on his face when he is talking about her making my heart break more and more.

“I’m happy for you Jack, you deserve all the best” when I turn to look at him, he’s already looking at me, smiling. “Thank you Lils” he softly smiles and throws his arm around me.

I’m grateful that there are no powers that allow others to read my mind, because all I can think about is wanting him to speak about me. I know it’s dumb, but the charm of Jack Hughes has still not left me. I don’t even think it will leave , ever.

I think about Avery, already feeling the distaste for her, but deep down I know it’s just jealousy. Jealousy about her having him, and not me. She may be a great girl, but I can’t help myself.

That is something I will have to get used to by having Jack in my life, I mean, how can you NOT fall for him? I don’t think that is possible. And if it is, I need a tutorial right now.

There is no possibility that anyone who hears his voice, sees his smile, and gets to know his character will not feel love for him. And once again, if you don’t, please pull me out of this misery and tell me how.

I still remember the first summer living in Michigan, the first time I met him. The second I saw those ocean eyes, I knew I was goner.

The second I felt my hands on his skin, making them tingle, I knew he would be forever imprinted on my mind.

The second his signature toothy smile made appearance on his face, I knew I would do everything possible to be cause of it.

He stole my heart, and I don’t think I will get it back. I also think i’m fine with that, part of my heart being a small price to pay for his presence in my life.

I notice Luke walking up to us, he left to check on the dinner, the teenage boy appetite making him already hungry. I like to tease him about it, but that’s another thing im jealous of, non stop eating and not gaining a pound. If I even breathed the amount he eats, I would be ten pounds heavier.

Okay, I’m lying, I eat the same amount, especially when I’m having mental breakdown about the latest show I’m obsessing over.

Luke plops down next to us “What are you talking about?” curisously asking. “My girlfriend” Luke scoffs, I look strangely at him, and he rolls his eyes. I’m definitely going to ask him questions.

Jack notices his reaction, and scoffs too “I don’t get why you don’t like her, she’s been nothing but nice to you” he says, defending her, making the ache in my chest present again.

“Yeah, sure” Luke answers him, not wanting to talk about her for minute more. Okay, now I’m definitely curious.

I shift the conversation, not wanting to feel the uncomfortable silence longer “Luke, do you want to play volleyball?” I say, actually hoping to press him for details, but I forget that Jacks needs to be centre for everything.

“ No invite for me?” he frowns. Luke and me answer at the same time “No”, “Sure, but I want Luke on my team” . The answer I give him making him gain attitude “I’m much better player than Luke”

I answer him with laugh as I leave to get the ball “Sure Jack, hope you enjoy living in delusions”. Let me tell you a secret, he is better player than Luke, but I love annoying him.

He shouts after me, but I just laugh.

I stay in the supply room a little longer, needing to cool down my blushing cheeks, but the cause of my blushing problem once again appears.

“Having trouble finding the ball?” he asks, stepping into the room with me. “Not at all” I turn around about to reach for it, but he decides to do the same, and closes the proximity between us by pressing his front into my back.

I instantly pull away, the blush I originally had, and I don’t even know how it’s possible, worsening even more.

Why am I still blushing? Seriously, my face needs to get it together. Man up, we can’t embarrass ourselves more, I internally speak to myself and my face.

Yeah, I know these are the signs of starting insanity, but we are going to ignore it for now.

Jack coughs beside me, making me pull myself from my thoughts. “Went to Wonderland?” he teasingly asks.

I dismiss him with a shake of the head and leave the room.

When I return to Luke, he suspiciously looks at me, and then at Jack trailing behind me.

,,What took you two so long?” he asks, suspicion evident in his voice.

,,Nothing, let’s play” I say, hoping to stop his thoughts from wandering too much.

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I always considered myself great at volleyball, but how embarrasingly we are losing right now to Jack is almost making me rethink that statement.

But I’m not a quitter, and Luke isn’t one either, and we know that we are going to win this.

Because if not, this is going to get embarrassing real fast. But it won’t, because I wouldn’t let Jack’s ego rise more. Someone needs to seriously humble that man, and that someone is going to be me.

That is one of the main reasons I’m sweating like a pig right now, because there is no chance he is going to win, and if he is, it’s going to be over my dead body.

I don’t know what was I thinking wanting to play volleyball with two hockey players, because their stamina is much better than mine, hell, they didn’t even break a sweat yet.

I’m aware of how unattractive I look right now, but I don’t even care, the sole goal is to win the game and then shower.

“Wishing you chose me, huh Lils?” Jack chirps from the other side in a true hockey boy nature.

“Not at all” I answer him, one thing I’m not going to admit is me being wrong. My competitivness matches Jack’s own one and I think if volleyball scouts were here, they would choose us on the spot.

My poor Luke is in the middle of our ego match, I feel bad about screaming at him about every mistake he makes, but I will not lose to Jack. Luke will get his apology later.

The only boy matching my screams is the one infront of me, screaming obscenities at the poor ball whenever something doesn’t go his way.

I think today the universe is on my side, because when I do the winning move, my ego rises a few feet.

“Ha!” I laugh at Jack sitting defeatedly on his knees, between catching my breaths.

Luke does not even stay to clap me on my back, I’m sure he is going to Ellen for her to comfort him about how we were yelling at him. He’s SUCH a mamas boy (don’t tell him I said that).

Suddenly there’s a hand stretched infront of me, Jack’s hand to be particular. I don’t take it, smirking as I stand up even though I have about two cramps in each leg, but he doesn’t know that.

I’m certainly not going to shorten my ego even by millimetre, duh.

He laughs at me, then he hughs me.

“Congrats on winning, not sure you would win without Luke, but I’m going to let it slide” he says, that asshole. He knows damn well that I carried the team.

I don’t even answer him, my heart set on the shower I’m going to take.

What I don’t know is that by the time I was collecting things in my room for the shower. He beat me to it. In my own house.

But I’m not going to be mad, he deserves at least one win today. I laugh at my thoughts. I always knew I was funny.

If someone finds out what’s up with men and their long showers, let me know. I’m pounding on the door of the bathroom, because I honestly can’t wait no more.

I don’t even get my second pound in at the door, and hes opening them.

Once again, he knows what he is doing. Because he is standing there in all of his bare-chested glory.

Suddenly, my mind is a bottomless pit and my mouth stopped functioning, because I can’t even form and speak one word.

”Cat got your tongue?” he knowingly asks, getting second ego victory that day, dork.

I spare one last look at his chest, of course I’m not going to leave without looking. When he already catched me, I don’t have to hide it.

I push past him for the second time that day. Why does this keep happening to me? Entering the bathroom, I release a sigh.

But when I notice the familiar scent of the bathroom, I know that he used my bodywash, making a smile appear on my face.

He is going to be falling asleep with my scent today. I hope he enjoys thinking about me.

I know I called him delusional today, but I’m starting to think I should have been reflecting that one on myself.

Shutting down my thoughts, I step into the shower, the warm water calming my aching muscles.

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When I step out of shower and I notice the tan I gained, I smile from joy because that was the original plan for today.

The cooling lotion on my skin feels great, and I almost fall asleep from the relaxing effect it has.

Until I smell the scent of the food from downstairs, my stomach now agressively grumbling.

I put on some sundress I fish out from my closet, not even caring what I put on, I just want to fill the void in my stomach.

I braid my drying hair, not wanting to have a side of them with my meal. Men have it so easy with their short hair.

As I sit beside my now hungover-free brother, who is finally not complaining anymore, I notice the happiness radiating from the people around the table, making me smile.

The food is great ( shotout to my mom and Ellen ). Everyone is laughing and I’m winning again, beating Jack once again in our private kicking tournament under the table.

I laugh at him and stick my tongue out, making him smile. At least he is not a sore loser, because that would be sad for him.

He takes all these losses like champ and I think I found my new hobby, winning.

Everything is perfect right now.

#jack hughes #jack hughes fic #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes x reader #luke hughes #new jersey devils #nhl #hockey fic #jack hughes blurb #jack hughes fanfiction #nj devils #jack hughes x oc

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1ovemelikeasailor · 11 months ago

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Savior pt.4

play. song. ty.

"Sailor Song" -Gigi Perez

Summary: jenna refuses to be who she truly is, while hurting Y/n in the process.

Jenna Ortega x Female reader

Check out the other parts for more info!

No one's POV:

"I was looking for you." Y/n admits, immediately cutting eye contact with Jenna. "I told my friends—even myself, I shouldn't be do this. But, every-time I go to sleep I see you. Or anytime I lose focus I see you. It's weird, but I can't help it."

It was weird. Y/n thought over and over why this might be happening to her. She barely knew Jenna, yet it felt like she did for a lifetime. It felt like she loved Jenna—she didn't. But it felt like it, which made it so weird.

"I know." Jenna mutters. She stands up, getting in front of Y/n. Y/n raises her eyebrows at her.

Jenna felt like she had finally have control, like she could just do what she wanted without any consequences.

So, with that feeling still flowing in her blood, she kissed Y/n.

She knew it was wrong—but it felt TOO right to her. It shouldn't feel like this—it shouldn't feel like heaven.

They both slowly drift their lips away from each other. Jenna still doesn't move, Y/n neither.

Y/n’s love was so gentle—surely Jenna thought back to a time her and her ex-boyfriend kissed for the first time. Immediately he went for her butt. He squeezed it, as Jenna slightly pushed him away.

That’s what a man’s suppose to do, right? Use your body? Be rough?…right?

The silence between them calms Jenna down from what she had just done. The necklace she had on her neck felt like it was now paper thin. She didnt feel the gold weighing down on her, like usual after she had sinned or did something bad.

This was a sin, yet there was no heavy feeling on her back. She was just herself—for possibly the first time ever.

"It's okay." Y/n whispers to her, she doesn't move just looks Jenna in her eyes.

"I know." She replies, but does she?

Does she know that it was okay to love someone she's not suppose to? Does she know it was okay for her to be herself? Does she know that it was okay to love a girl romantically? Does she know that it was okay to love Y/n?

Wednesday

The school day was almost over. Everybody ready to go home, go to practice, or just go out.

There Y/n sat in her last period english class. She had only about one friend in that class, but they weren’t that close. So, she remained to herself.

She put her books into her bag, throwing the bag around to her back.

It was the day after Jenna and her had a kiss and man had she regretted it. She regretted the way she expressed how Jenna made her feel—even though they don’t know each other’s favorite color, but still it felt like they did.

The whole day had been Jenna avoiding Y/n. She’d look both ways before entering a hall, not daring to even go to the bathroom—just incase she’d be in there.

Jenna knew it was wrong—did she?

At this point she didn’t know right from wrong. She thought kissing girls was wrong, but last night she kissed Y/n. And kissing Y/n gave her one of the most radiant feelings ever.

She couldn’t get the feeling out of her head, but she also couldn’t get God’s face out of her head either. What was she supposed to do? Pretend like she wasn’t having a mental breakdown.

I mean, everything she knew—everything she BELIEVED in seemed wrong.

She had devoted her whole life to this—religion. She didn’t want to talk to Y/n, and she didn’t want to talk to anyone. She needed an answer—something to why she was like this.

Later Wednesday

“Okay, so—we literally told you she was bad news. You cannot be complaining.” Jasmin replies to Y/n, who was whining about what had happened.

“Jasmin’s right Y/n. We told you to stay away from her, we all knew she’s a bad person.” Mason also adds on her Jasmin. Y/n doesn’t reply to neither of them. She knew they were right.

“What bout’ you Jack?” She turns to the boy.

Jack didn’t like Jenna—as far as everyone knew she was the worst thing to him.

In grade 10 Jenna had bullied Jack everyday of his life. Online, or in person, it didn’t matter. Jack had braces, pimples, glasses, messy hair. He was an easy target for Jenna back then. It was so bad Jack cried every single night. Jenna Ortega was a bad person.

“You do what you need to do, Y/n.” He says nodding at her.

They all look confused.

“Woah what—“

“Only you know how you feel for her.”

Jasmin and Mason look at Jack like he’s crazy, while Y/n takes in his words

You do what you NEED to do.

“Guys, I have to go.” Y/n stands up, speaking out.

“Wait—wait.” Mason tries to stop her, but it’s too late. She’s out the door.

“Jack, what’d you do?” Jasmin groans, seeing her front door left open.

“What I needed to do.”

She runs underneath the bleachers seeing Jenna lying there. She only stares up.

“Didn’t think you would come.” Jenna mutters, still not looking at Y/n.

“Me either.”

“Then why did you?” She finally sits up, looking at Y/n.

“I—I don’t know.”

“I’ve treated you like shit. Im not a good person. I don’t understand why you came.”

“I don’t know your favorite color, but it feels like I do.”

“What—“

“I don’t believe in God—but I believe that you’re my savior.”

“Y/n…”

“I don’t know your middle name, Jenna, but it feels—it feels like I do! When I saw you in 9th grade math for the first time—it felt like I knew your every inch of you. I don’t like it—but I can’t control it. I really—really don’t like it.”

Its quiet.

“Im not supposed to like it.” Jenna stands up. “I wasn’t suppose to like your kiss—right?”

“I told you, it’s okay.”

“I know.”

“Do you?”

“Y/n, Im scared.”

“It’s okay—“

“Do you? Do you know that it’s okay?”

“I know that it feels okay when I see you.”

Saturday

Everyday from then it seemed like Y/n and Jenna would find a way to see each other.

Sneaking through a window—or sneaking out, going to the bathrooms at the same in school, somehow they managed, but no one knew.

Jenna had made sure no one knew. She didn’t want anyone to know, it would killer her from the inside out.

She wasn’t ashamed of Y/n, she was ashamed of herself.

The way she preached God, the way she talked about God, the way she held herself so high, she couldn’t bare something like this getting out.

It did hurt Y/n, but she knew it for the best.

Jenna’s parents were homophobic, so what could they even do?

It was now church, and they were sneaking glances at each other. Each one of them smiling and looking away.

The pastor had finally done his last speech of the day. Everybody stood up walking around, greeting and hugging each other. Y/n knew to stay away from Jenna in public, so she walked on the other side looking for people to meet.

Once again, she had met no one. Maybe one day she will—or maybe she already had met someone.

short one bc big things are going to be happening

#jenna ortega x reader #tara carpenter #jenna ortega #wednesday addams #wednesday #scream #high school #wlw post #jasmin savoy brown #mason gooding #jack champion #slow burn #viralpost #short story #oneshot #Spotify

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milolovesbmc · 2 years ago

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RANT ON THE BOYF RIENDS BECAUSE I'M A WEIRDO LOL (Warning: RIDICULOUSLY LONG!)

I saw someone say something along the lines of "Boyf Riends just doesn't work on (the) Broadway (production)" so I'm now gonna rant about it cause I'm a weirdo and I love be more chill (Context, this was under a video with a whole bunch of drawings of Michael and Jeremy in different productions, so played by different actors! Someone commented "Someone should add Broadway" and the op replied with the line I first mentioned, no hate to this person, I'm just being a nerd, also if they see this, your art was amazing and I have nothing against you!!) But anyways this just set me off not a whole tageant about their dynamic, so be prepared for that!

So side note before I start ranting, I'm not saying this in a "Die-hard Boyf Riends shipper" way or something, more in a "the thing this person says makes no apparent sense (at least to me rn)" , also if you want to discuss this feel free to DM me and I'll happily hear you out, I might change my mind about this if someone gives me a good argument, who knows! I'm more than down to discussing this

So anyways, this point just doesn't make sense because of one simple thing: The show's plot and main story points don't change from one production to another. Sure, some details or even dialogue, might change! Hell, the addition of LGW in the Broadway/off-Broadway (?) Run gave as a totally different point of view into Jeremy's character and motivations! But that doesn't change the WHOLE story or the entirety of the perception x person may have on said main character. This just lets us dig a bit deeper into Jeremy's character and how he feels in the moment of making this huge decision of (basically) dumping Michael.

So into why Boyf Riends does/doesn't "work" (work meaning in this context that they fit together, or are fit for each other to put it some way)

I have to start off this by saying that their romantic relationship would not be the healthiest one to say the least. Like you can see this in the platonic relationship they have in the show! And, man, of course it won't be, they're 16! They do not know enough about relationships, neither platonic, romantic or anything in between. Not to say their relationship would be toxic! They just have some codependency issues to work through, because it may not be that apparent but they are, in fact, co-dependent to each other in some ways! They care A LOT about the other's opinion and what they would do in their place, this is shown more from Jeremy's side (probably because we're seeing the story though his lense) than Michael's, we can see this in MITB mainly, whole he's essentially having the breakdown of his life, and we aren't able to see that much of his concern for whether Jeremy likes him or not because he's so okay with himself, he doesn't care what other people think, he wouldn't change for anyone! Which is also why MITB is such an important arc to Michael, because we see that he's not perfectly 100% confident, he's vulnerable too, and he cares, because, shocker! He's still a teenager, with complicated feelings and problems!! He just doesn't constantly feed his insecurities and anxieties because, unlike Jeremy, he likes who he is, he's come to accept himself and wouldn't change for anyone! This latter point is very important, because this means (or at the very least implies) that he will put himself first, not in a selfish way, but in a good way, that's healthy! However, this changes in The Pants Song. You could argue that "He doesn't change anything about him tho! He just decides to help Jeremy!" And you'd be right! But he does so by putting Jeremy before himself and his feelings! Because he's angry, he's grieving because he didn't expect his best friend to turn on him, he needs to process it at least and he deserves to be upset! He insists on not helping him at first, but at last he's convinced by Mr.Heere and ends up, basically doing what Jeremy's father should have done. He basically goes out and saves everyone's ass, even after he gets called a loser on the Halloween party, essentially beat up by a SQUIP-possessed-but-still-Jeremy Jeremy during the play etc.

On Jeremy's side, he is kind of jealous of Michael! Because in Jeremy's eyes, Michael is cool! And he's great! And Jeremy can't process why Michael doesn't hate himself like he does, because the two of them share a lot of traits that Jeremy is bullied for! Because even if not shown, Michael is probably bullied too, but he doesn't pay it any mind, his love of himself is too strong to be affected by it! Jeremy, in some way, kind of looks up to Michael, this could partly also be because of a lack of a parental figure to look up to, but that's a whole other thing. This could affect his view on things, because you could argue that Jeremy sees the SQUIP as that "parental" figure to look up to! Because it knows what's best for him, or so it says, and it's gonna solve all off his problems! So during the bathroom intervention, Michael essentially goes against this idol figure Jeremy has (the SQUIP) which, in Jeremy's eyes, is good! So in that logic, Michael must be the bad person in this! Which is what prompts him to push him away (both literally and metaphorically). That wasn't the point I was discussing tho so back to that! Jeremy needs Michael's approval, he needs Michael to reassure that what he's doing is right! Because nobody else will do the things for Jeremy, not his father, that's for sure!

The problem is that, well, Michael doesn't completely get this! He doesn't get that Jeremy needs him to make the decision for him or help him out, so he just tries to distract him from it with the whole "Cool In College" thing, and at the same time, accidentally confirms his fears, never with that intention of course! But he does. A good example is these lines from Two Player Game: "Dude you are cooler than a vintage cassette, it's just that no one else but me thinks that yet! You're just a nothing in this high school scheme [...]"

Is Michael saying Jeremy's fine the way he is? Yeah! You can understand that from his speech! Will Jeremy most probably just pick up on how he says nobody else thinks that? Also yes

So in conclusion, to end this all off because I'm writing this at 1 in the morning, Michael and Jeremy's relationship does have flaws, it has it's positive and negative aspects, but they can work through them! And about the whole SQUIP incident, I think they just need to actually talk about it and understand why they both did what they did (Mainly for Jeremy's part) and just move on forward! Could moving on forward mean going into a romantic relationship? Sure! It can be whatever kind of relationship you want! Can it also just continue to be platonic/friendship? Sure! Could both work out equally well? YEP! At least from my point of view!

Thanks for listening to me rant, I just have to say this probably went way off rail from what I was saying at the start and might feel kinda pointless, but again, it is 1 am and I'm not reading this again, I hope you can at least enjoy it! :)

#sorry if this is pointless #but anyways pls do dm me and argue w me #because id love to talk about this #be more chill #jeremy heere #michael mell #boyf riends #bmc #bemorechill #the squip #rant post #huuuuge rant #me being goofy

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keep-the-wolves-close · 1 year ago

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Steady Heart

Chapter 12: Heaven in Hiding

* Pairing: Slow-burn Kayce Dutton x OFC Stella Daniels

* Rating: M? (Still figuring out the rating system) (might eventually be M anyhow)

* Warnings: language, stressed Stella, threatening a police officer(eh? I think? Technically lmao), I think this chapter is pretty tame?

* Word count: 4,711ish

I would love to give credits to @dameronscopilot and @deanscroissant for being sounding boards for me during this whole process, giving outsider insight, being cheerleaders, and allowing me to screech at them about things that have happened during the writing process. I seriously couldn't have gotten this far without y'all

Author's note: I hope everyone is enjoying so far! I hope you love this chapter as well! This one is a longer one too, so thank you for sticking around. I think this is one of my favorite chapters so far.

Rip opened the door for Stella to the foreman’s lodge and quietly told her to make herself at home. She plopped her sleeping bag on the couch that was inside the door. She wasn’t particularly thrilled with having to sleep on it, but it was better than the floor again. Placing her backpack on the table next to the couch, she took off her coat and hung it by the door. Stella could feel Rip’s eyes on her. He must have been trying to figure out if she was going to have a breakdown.

She didn’t bother to stop what she was doing to look at him before she spoke. Opening the scrunch bag her sleeping bag was in, she said tiredly, “I’m fine, Rip.” With a bit of struggle, she wrestled the sleeping bag out. When he didn’t say anything in reply, she broke her focus to find him leaning against the kitchen counter. His arms crossed and his face stoic. Even with the stoicism she could tell he didn’t believe her. “What?” She asked, walking around the back of the couch and mirroring his posture.

He almost broke and let a smirk escape at her crossed arms and the cute little scrunch that had taken over her full round cheeks. Lloyd’s words of them being similar came back to him. He had to think about how he should approach this because he didn’t want her to get angry with him again and hightail it.

“How are you okay with this?”

“I mean, is it tragic? Absolutely.” Stella leaned her hands against the back of the couch. “But one thing y’all have taught me is don’t get stuck in the what ifs. So I’m trying not to. I’m just focusing on what we’re gonna do tomorrow with the sheriff.”

Rip removed his hat and set it down gently on the counter. When he turned back to Stella his eyebrows were raised. “We?”

Stella frowned quizzically at him. “Uh, yeah? We were both involved.”

He shook his head. “No, I don't think we’re gonna mention you.”

“But we can’t just throw you under the bus by yourself! They’re gonna see two sets of footprints, two sets of hoof prints. It was my rope that was used, and I don’t have any sort of alibi, not to mention my finger prints are on your rifle,” she counted all the reasons on her fingers. “How could we keep my involvement a secret? Especially when the feds are probably getting brought in? Killing that bear was a federal offense. Self defense or not.”

He breathed out loudly, almost like a scoff. “You’re overthinking it. You’re brother and Colby, hell any of the wranglers would lie for you in a heartbeat. Hell, we could even get Kayce to say something. I’ll go up the mountain with John early before the sheriff gets here. We’ll take care of second tracks.”

“Someone has to think about it, Rip! You’re acting like we didn’t just witness people die and then kill a federally protected species! And I will not have someone else put their ass on the line for me for nothing.”

“Well we all would. And that’s because we didn’t do anything. It was all me.”

“You realize I’m not going to let you take the fall alone, right?”

“I’ll hide the horses.”

“You think that’ll stop me? We have four wheelers.” She straightened herself but kept her arms crossed. “Hell, I’ll sneak out early and walk up there before y’all even open your eyes.”

Rip bit his tongue. He knew he was walking in thin ice. “Alright, how about this?” He stepped closer to her. He figured he would take both of their opinions out of the equation. Stella looked at the floor, expecting to be scolded like a child. “We’ll let John decide in the morning and whatever he says, goes.”

She snapped her head up at him, taken aback that he was being patient with her. The way things had been between them the past few days had been rough. She automatically expected the worst. She uncrossed her arms and stood up straight and pushed her lenses back up her nose. “Does this mean we’re good now? You’ve got whatever gross out about me being friends with Kayce?”

It was a loaded question, but Rip understood why she asked. Whatever qualms he had with Kayce didn’t have anything to do with her. He knew she was smart enough to deal with whatever Kayce brought her way.

Stella continued with a smile gracing her lips. “Because you remember saying something about getting me into all kinds of shit or whatever?”

Rip had a feeling he knew where this was going, but nodded anyhow.

“Well who’s done it now?” She locked innocent but mischievous eyes with him.

He smacked his lips at her and gave her shoulder a gentle nudge. Stella giggled and stepped backward. “Alright Stella-belle. Go on and get to bed. We’ve got an early morning. I’m takin’ the couch and your sleeping bag as a blanket.”

She made a noise, about to complain, but thought better of it. She didn’t want to fuck the good vibe that was between them again. “Yessir,” she gave him a mock salute and strolled to the bedroom of the lodge.

Once in there she took a moment to herself. The last time she had been in here, she had been waking Lee up because he uncharacteristically overslept. That made the room heavy. It was almost like Lee was here. She wasn’t exactly sure where she stood on the whole ghost thing, but she wouldn’t mind if he did visit her.

Stella went to the lamp that was beside the bed and turned it on to brighten the room. The bun that sat atop her head started to hurt. Her glasses came off, she laid them down on the small bedside table, and unwrapped the scrunchie letting her hair fall around her shoulders. She swiped her hair to the left and realized she wanted out of the jeans she was in. She poked her head out of the bedroom door to see Rip sitting on the couch in quiet contemplation. Leaning on the door jamb she cleared her throat.

Rip’s head swiveled in her direction. He swallowed, not used to seeing her with her hair down or without her glasses. She looked soft and feminine to him, not the scrappy spitfire he was used to seeing. “Yeah?”

“Do you have sweatpants or something I could borrow? I’m tired of these jeans.”

He jumped up off the couch. “Oh yeah, let me get them for you.”

She laughed. “I can get them, Wheelie. Just tell me where they are.”

He stopped short. It had been a long time since she had called him that. He grinned affectionately at her. “Top left drawer of the short dresser.”

A small smile adorned her cheeks. “Thank you,” she mumbled quietly and turned around to go find the offered pants. She found the drawer and pulled the first pair of pants out, quickly slipping out of the offensive jeans and into the much comfier pajama pants.

She walked back to the door and watched Rip get the couch ready to lay down on. He unzipped her sleeping bag and flopped it out to use as a blanket. A soft smile came across her face and leaned her head against the doorway. Even though she wanted to strangle him for the last few days, she really was grateful for his existence in her life. One thing she knew she could always count on was the feeling of safety in his presence. She was so stuck in her own head, she hadn’t noticed him looking at her when he was finished.

His voice came through, sounding like it was in a tunnel as it brought her back to the present. “Stella? Is everything okay?” He took in her comfy appearance and noticed she had chosen his favorite pair of sleep pants.

“Uh, yeah. Everything is okay. I just wanted to say I found the pants and make sure you didn’t need anything else before I laid down.”

“I’m alright Stella-belle. You sleep good, alright?”

Stella smiled and turned around to head to the bed.

The alarm Stella had set for 4:00 am went off quietly under her head in the pillow. She wasn’t going to let Rip get to John first and convince him that she shouldn’t be involved. So she was going to get there first. As quiet as she could in this creaky bedroom, she got up, grabbed her glasses, and creeped out to the door to devise a plan to get to her back pack. It was, unfortunately, still on the table right by a slumbering Rip’s head. Standing at the door she watched him carefully to make sure he was still sleeping. It wasn’t often that she had seen him peaceful. She decided it was a good look for him. There was a slim to none chance of making it happen while he was awake. Unless he was with Beth.

She tiptoed from the bedroom door and around the back of the couch. Halfway around the couch Rip groaned and changed position. She stopped in her tracks. Her eyes closed, shoulders tensed, and jaw clenched. “Fuck,�� she whispered to herself. A sigh escaped his lips as he got comfortable and fell back into his snoozing. Stella let out a slow breath that she had been holding. She continued around the side of the couch, and reached out to grab her back pack.

With a quick and quiet snatch, she padded her way back to the bedroom. “All this for the pair of clean underwear in this bag,” she muttered, annoyed at herself. She opened the bag and dug around to find the emergency pair she always carried. Finding it, she gave a quiet ha and changed back into her jeans from the day before. She thanked the gods above that her boots were in here, but had second thoughts of putting them on until she got out outside.

She looked at her bag and decided it would be safe here until they were done later. Picking up her boots, she inched her way out into the living room again. She stopped briefly when she noticed Rip was in a different position. Her eyes squinted in suspicion, worried that he might be waking up. This was about the usual time he started his day.

Carefully, she snuck back around the couch and grabbed her jacket. A swift movement brought the jacket over her shoulders and she slipped her arms through. She put her hand on the door knob and turned it, but it rattled louder than any alarm. The sound was way louder than she intended. A grimace took over and she looked one more time over her shoulder at the sleeping foreman. “Sleep tight,” she murmured.

Hurriedly she closed the door behind her as softly as possible and made her way to the end of the front walkway. Throwing on her boots, she sped off to her car. There was a back road that led up the mountain near that cliff. She would beat them all to the punch.

When she was almost to the barn where she had parked, she slowed her gait to a walk to catch her breath. She loved sneaking but also hated the adrenaline rush that came with it.

Stella made it to her car with a smug smile on her face. She reached out for the door handle. She pulled it rapidly but footsteps rushed up on her from behind. The door snapped closed out of her hand. She gasped and spun on her heel to confront the offender. Her face was in the person’s chest. Leaning back against her car she looked up. It was Rip and he was way too close to her.

“What’re ya doin’, Stella?” He looked down the bridge of his nose at her. The deadpan look on his face and the fact that she’d been caught red handed trying to escape had her mouth hanging open. The two of them huffed lightly in each other’s faces.

“Uh,” Stella struggled to find words, “um.” She swallowed thickly. “I was just coming out to,” her sentence cut short as Rip leaned closer and trapped her against her car with his arms on either side of her. She couldn’t breathe.

He smirked. Amused that he was able to catch her off guard and used it to his advantage. “To what?”

Stella remained speechless. She didn’t have any excuse to give to him.

He called her out, maintaining direct eye contact. “You thought you were gonna be slick and head up the mountain before everyone else so you wouldn’t be told no, huh? What happened to letting Mr. Dutton decide?”

Stella made a groan of complaint relaxing back against her car. She angled her face up at him trying to adjust for the annoyingly close proximity. “I just don’t see how we can logically lie me outta this, Rip.” She admitted in a soft voice. Her hand wound its way up to push her hair out of her face. Her mouth felt dry at being trapped. “Can you back up? I’m not gonna run.” He slowly dropped back a few inches just in case she decided to dart away. It was far enough back that she didn’t feel trapped anymore. “Thank you.” The words were soft when they came out.

“Miss Stella-belle. Always trying to do the right thing.” He chuckled. He grabbed her in a quick hug. “How’d we get so lucky to have heaven in hiding with us?”

Her eyebrows crinkled as Rip pulled away. She tilted her head to the left. “Rip, are you drunk?” She had only ever heard him talk about Beth like that. “I think you need to go back to bed.”

“No, I’m not drunk. Just seeing things in a different light.”

“Okay there, enlightened one.” She patted his chest, trying to get him to back up a few more inches. “Listen, you caught me okay? I’ll wait until he gets here.”

Rip breathed out and backed up. “Alright, I’m trusting you. I’m gonna go get my hat.” He took a few steps backwards and pointed to her, still keeping eye contact. “Don’t make me regret it.”

When he turned around, Stella sagged back in her car again. She was overwhelmed at all the emotions that swirled in her head about the whole situation. “Hellfire.” She breathed out.

Around her the sounds of the ranch coming to life for the day took over the silence. Off to her right she watched as Lloyd, her brother, and the rest of the wranglers filed out of the bunkhouse and toward the barn. None of them, except Lloyd, looked like they were awake yet. She smiled at the sleepy stumble they made.

From behind her car, she heard gravel crunch underneath tires. It caught her attention and she turned to look. John pulled up in his truck. He lumbered out of the tall vehicle. Making his way to Stella he took in the small smile that hung around her mouth. He was glad she was content here, but if they couldn’t convince the sheriff and fish and game what happened was the truth… things wouldn’t be so lovely in a few days.

“Stella, you’re to stay here.” John instructed, interrupting her moment of peace.

Her mouth dropped open with a scoff. “Excuse me?”

Rip added as he stepped up behind them, “she’s bound and determined to be involved.”

“Damn it, that’s because I was involved!” Stella turned and gave John a pleading look.

“I told her she’s overthinking it, sir.” Rip said.

Stella snorted. “Yeah and clearly someone has to because it appears no one has thought that far ahead. Except maybe Jamie if he’s aware of the problem.” She breathed out harshly, collecting herself before she fired off. “Sir, just listen to me for a second.” John waved her to continue.

“The feds are most certainly getting involved. If they see any kind of tampering, which they would pick up on no matter how good we did it, Rip would be tossed even further under the bus.”

She locked eyes with John. “Like I told Rip last night; they’re gonna see two sets of footprints, hoofprints, it was my rope that was used and his rope is still attached to his saddle. I don’t have an alibi and he needs someone else to back up his word about what actually happened! Not to mention my fingerprints are on his rifle and my DNA is on the rope.” John remained quiet as he waited for her to finish. “And I’ll be damned if someone takes the fall for something that I also had a part in and I have no repercussions. I wouldn’t forgive myself.”

John’s hands were in his pockets and Rip placed his hands on his hips when she came to the end of her rant. Each of them for different reasons, but fair reasons nonetheless. John didn’t want her to be in this tight spot, but as he listened to her reasoning he couldn’t deny that she made a good point. Rip was flustered at Stella throwing herself on the tracks for him and everyone she cared about.

“So I say I go.” Stella looked over at the wranglers warming up the horses in the round arena, put her hands in her jacket pockets, and sniffed; the cold making her nose run. She wasn’t sure what had changed in the last few weeks, but she was starting to get tired of the back and forth and constantly having to argue with people.

John cleared his throat. If being involved in the deeper side of things on the ranch is what she wanted, that’s what he would give her. “Okay Stella, you go, but you follow my every direction. Let’s load up on the horses.”

Stella spun on her heels and went to get Abigail ready before either of the men could change their minds.

The ride up the back road started to feel like it would never end. Every step the horses took almost elongated the trail even further. Things between the three of them had been silent the entire way. She zoned out in front of her and Abigail and tried to pass the time by imagining how the meeting with the sheriff would turn out.

John cleared his throat, slowing his horse's gait. “You sure you don’t want to back out now?” He glanced at Stella, eyebrows raised in suggestion. “Because you can turn back here.”

Stella scowled at John. “Damn it, yes, I’m sure. Whatever comes, we’ll work the problem and that’s that.” She heard Rip suck his teeth at her answer. She knew he was hoping for a different reply. “Look Rip, you can be pissed all you want. All I have to say is tough shit homeboy.”

John had to turn his head to the side to avoid his smile being seen. He was glad that his daughter wasn’t the only one giving his foreman a run for his money. He made the right decision to keep her around. That made his mind up. She would come out of this just fine.

They trotted up and the sheriff and his team were already here. John turned to Stella and Rip. “Don’t speak unless spoken to, and don’t give too many details. Bare minimum unless I say otherwise.” It was mostly a warning for Stella because Rip already knew how things went.

Stella nodded with a mock salute. “Yessir.”

John was the first off of his horse. He slowly made his way over to the sheriff. Rip got down and grabbed Stella’s reins. She frowned for a second, but recovered her face to neutral when Rip held out a hand for her to use to dismount. ‘What the actual?’ Stella questioned herself. Rip shook his hand at her telling her to get a move on and take his hand. She grabbed it carefully and swung her leg over, using his hand like a springboard to catch her weight as she hopped off of Abigail. There was a quiet breath of sound that left Rip’s mouth as he supported her jump.

Her feet hit the ground with a solid thud. “You know I could’ve gotten down just fine right?” She looked up at Rip underneath the brim of his hat, since they were still hidden by the large mare. Instead of dignifying her objection with a verbal response he clucked at her and wound his arm around her placing his hand in the small of her back, effectively turning her toward the problem at hand. He led her up to stand next to their boss who was at that cursed tree next to the cliff.

When the duo got closer to the cliff, Rip could feel Stella tense through his hand still on her lower back. Her feet stopped abruptly, not wanting to go any further. He rubbed his hand against her shoulders to reassure her that she was safe. Stella breathed out willing her feet to quit sticking to the ground.

John looked over the edge at the people bringing up the tourists. Rip placed Stella in between himself and the tree behind John. He wanted to hide her from the view of the police. He didn’t want her to be here at all if he was fully transparent with himself.

Stella wasn’t exactly thrilled at being that close to the edge. She’d almost fallen to the same fate of the tourists if it wouldn’t have been for Rip gripping her up. She was fine standing back in the shadows for the time being though. She couldn’t believe she had actually convinced John that she should be involved. Now that she was here, she wasn’t sure what steps to take next. She didn’t think she would have gotten this far.

“What a fuckin' mess, John.” Sheriff Donnie Haskell announced looking disappointed.

“You'd think these tourists would learn the wilderness isn't a theme park.” John said as he paced over to Donnie. Stella followed Rip’s lead and hung back by the tree.

“That's not what I'm talking about.” He motioned to the bear. “I'm talking about that.” Stella grimaced at the memory. Brown bears and grizzly bears were her favorite animals besides horses. It hurt that Rip had to do what he did, but they would be human pâté if he hadn’t.

Donnie continued. “Now I gotta get an agent up here from Fish and Wildlife. That's a federal offense. What's the ETA on Wildlife?” Stella had to hide the smirk that wanted to appear at having someone else tell John and Rip the same thing she did.

“Said a few hours.” One of the other officers answered from a few feet away.

John went in on the defense quickly. “It was self-defense, Donnie. Let's not overreact here.”

“They’re out here looking for a bear you told them to hunt.” Donnie fired back.

Rip leaned back against the tree and looked at the ground. Stella was feeling like they were in the principal’s office. She made sure the second part of the tree trunk was behind her and rested back on it and angled her body toward Rip. She couldn’t help herself and leaned against his shoulder for some safety. He put his arm around her shoulders and he gave them a squeeze. He knew she was out of her element, but he wanted her to know neither John nor himself would steer her wrong here.

“I told them to haze it out of here before it killed my cattle.”

“Here's the picture Fish and Wildlife are gonna paint. They are up here hunting illegally, kill an endangered species.”

Rip turned and let Stella go as he blew out a breath. He was getting angry at what the sheriff had to say. Stella tried to quietly keep him from exploding.

“Witnessed by two tourists that they then throw off the fucking cliff. Then he gives me some bullshit story about throwing them a rope… And both of them, John, both of them slip.”

Stella’s blood pumped through her ears like a drum beat. “It was actually me who threw them the rope. It’s missing from my saddle. You can check. And everything we’ve told you is true.”

“We’ll see about that, Stella.” Donnie’s voice foreboding.

“I'm calling Jamie.” John determined.

“You're gonna need him.”

John pulled out his phone “Jamie. I got a real problem, and you're not here to fix it. Call me back.”

“Look at me Rip.” He leaned to face her fully. “Everything is fine. We’re gonna be okay.”

“It doesn’t help that Haskell is being a prick about it.”

“I get it, I do. But the problem is, this is a huge fuck up. On our part, on his part, and he’s probably pissed he’s gotta fill out a bunch of paperwork.”

He gazed down at her speechless at her ability to stay lighthearted when the situation was far from it. He wrapped an arm around her and pulled her to his chest. Placing a solid kiss on the top of her head to let her know the message was received. He let her go just as quickly as he had grabbed her. Stella didn’t even have time to open her eyes before he backed up a few inches.

John marched over to the pair. “They're gonna make a real stink out of this.”

“That's what I get for trying to do the right thing. I should've just buried them all.” Rip sounded defeated. Like he had already accepted the fate of going down for this.

“Hey knock it off. What’s done is done and you were trying to do it right.” Stella nudged his arm.

John stepped away to the space in between her and Rip. “Where were you standing, Rip?”

“Both of us were right here. Stella scooted back a bit when the bear charged, but we were both right here.” He pointed to the animal. “I mean, if that ain't self-defense, I don't know what is.”

“If that's where you were really standing.”

At the same time Stella and Rip went in on the sheriff.

“Hey, Donnie!” Rip started.

Stella shouted. “Oh come off it!”

Rip stalked over to Donnie. “There's powder burns on his fucking nose, man. Why don't you do your job?”

Stella placed herself in between the sheriff and Rip. “After the tourists fell, the bear came up over the hill. It gave a warning stomp once, then charged. It gave no time for adjustment. At all. You’d be an idiot to not know that was self defense!” Stella put herself in Donnie’s face.

Donnie looked down at Stella unthreatened. “John, you better calm your attack dog and attack dog in training down here, or we're gonna have this conversation in town.”

Rip witnessed Stella’s fist ball up and knew she was about to crank that Soulja Boy back to let a solid punch fly. She stepped backward to brace herself to throw the punch. Rip grabbed her hand and forced her fingers to interlock with his. They didn’t need her catching a charge for assaulting a police officer.

“Rip, Stella. Go to the house and wait for Fish and Wildlife.” John called them off.

Rip pulled Stella away from Donnie with their still interlocked hands. He pushed her in front of him and forced her away from the problem and to her horse. Rip sniffed indignantly at Donnie and trailed after Stella. They briskly walked past John, to which the foreman and ranch owner shared a look.

John came up to the sheriff. “I got enough problems without you inventing more for me.”

Sheriff Donnie scoffed. “Look, John, somebody kills a bear, and ten thousand vegans send letters to their Congressman. They won't send one goddamn letter for those tourists.” He raised his voice when John walked away. “Now you should have buried that thing in a hole before I got here, 'cause I ain't the problem, the Feds are.”

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