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magics-neptunes-things · 7 months

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Clouds

Trigger warning : Angst, car accident, hospitals.

PART 2 (Ona's POV) IS HERE

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Celebrating a new victory for FC Barcelona, you find yourself with almost all of your teammates in an establishment which has been privatized just for you. It's now 2 o'clock in the morning and you saw Mapi and Ingrid slip away more or less discreetly already one hour ago. You think you were the only one to see them go and you couldn’t help but wink at Ingrid when your eyes crossed. She blushed slightly before raising both eyebrows in your direction.

Well maybe you weren’t in the best position to tease her, Ona was sitting on your lap with her drink in her hand while talking with Alexia. Even though you’ve only been together for a one year and some more, you can’t deny that you’re already totally crazy about the spaniard. You met the summer she came back from Manchester.

You had already met her several times on the football fields, already noticing her beauty, but when you got to know her more it was like love at first sight. And by a real miracle, it seems that the feelings are shared. You still wonder every morning when you wake up next to her how a woman like Ona Batlle could focus her attention on you.

Lost in your thoughts, you come back to earth only when you feel her lips gently land in your neck.

"Dance with me?" she asks and you smile lightly.

"You know that I'm a terrible dancer"

It was true. You're a forward and you have good dribbling skills, but when it comes to coordinating your moves on a dance floor, we’re not far from disaster.

Ona pouts and you roll your eyes. That’s enough for her to jump on both legs with a big smile, understanding that you just gave up.

"So smitten"

You hear Alexia teasing and make her a grimace over your shoulder as Ona drags you to the dance floor, making her grin in return. Alexia is your bestfriend and you know she's in really very happy you found someone to be happy with. And the Someone being Ona Batlle, she didn't understand why she never thought to introduce you before.

You have to admit that you have fun with Ona on the dance floor. You weren't really dancing, more goofing around, laughing and swaying when the music go soft.

That's actually where you are, your arms keeping your girlfriend very close to your body. Her hands are around your neck and you kind of got lost in her beautiful eyes. She kisses you and you happily kiss her back for some minutes. You're maybe not out for the rest of the world, but your friends and family know about you two.

"Shall we go home?" you ask a little after.

Ona nods and after taking the time to say goodbye to the girls who have not left yet, you find the fresh air of the Barcelona nights. As you are just next to your appartment, you choose to crash here for the night. Ona being a little smaller than you are, she would wear one of your shirt for the night.

You smile when the spaniard grabs your hand to walk, arching an eyebrow.

"I’m not sure being like this gonna keep people from suspecting that something is happening between the two of us, Love."

Ona shrugs, looking at you from the corner of her eye.

"Well maybe that way people will stop imagining that you’re dating that B team guy."

She pretends to throw up and you can’t help but laugh. That was like two weeks ago for a gala, you posed with this boy for a simple photo and Twitter practically caught fire. So did your secret girlfriend’s jealousy. Your parents are conservative, so you’ve never talked openly about your sexuality. That probably played a big part in this case.

"You know you have no reason to be jealous"

"Yes. Still."

You smile once more and kiss her cheek before crossing the road. From that moment on, everything seemed to be idling. The headlights of a car approaching too fast, the squeaks of the tires and the terrified cry of Ona after the impact. You just had time to take her in your arms and push her out of the way of the car. That's the last things you can remember.

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When you wake up, you can't feel anything, but in a good way. You can't open your eyes either, but you feel like you're floating. Remembering a conversation you had with Ona while looking at the stars on her balcony, you make the decision that you are simply lying on a cloud. As the time pass, you begin asking yourself what you are doing on this comfy cloud. That's when the memories came back and first you wonder if Ona is safe. You heard her scream before going numb but it wasn't a cry of pain, physical at least.

And then, you wonder if you are dead. But if that means you saved Ona’s life, is there a better way to die? Probably not.

You feel something a little bit after, that surprises you, even makes you panic a little. Something touches your hand and you feel your heart racing. Strange, for someone dead right?

"What's happening?"

Man this voice, you could recognize it between a thousand, even distorted by anxiety like now. It's Ona's voice.

"Looks like she’s reacting to your touch. That’s pretty good."

You don't know this one, but if she can make feel Ona better, you like her already. The tonality make you imagine an old lady, with grey hair and glasses. Ona stay silence after but you can feel her fingers gently caressing your hand.

"I don't know where I can touch you without hurting you more" she mumble, making you wonder what you look like.

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You get bored and wonder what would happend if you just let yourself fly higher. If you let go. So you let yourself go and you start to feel lighter and lighter.

Until you were punched in the chest, brought back to your cloud.

The force of the blow cuts your breathing briefly and a new voice, which you also know very well, sounds in your ears.

"Oh no, don't you dare do that. Not now that I finally managed to convince your girlfriend to come home, shower and change."

Well excuse yourself Miss Putellas but what the hell are you doing on my fluffy lovely cloud? That said, the firmness of her voice changes you a little bit from the sweetness of the one Ona is talking to you with. So you stay on your cloud until your lady comes back. She does a little later, after a door slammed.

"What the hell happened?"

You feel her hands touching your face as Alexia’s voice explains in the background what happened, explaining that everything is fine now.

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Time fly again and you wake up in a middle of a conversation. Ona is here once again and you realise that she's talking with her mom.

"I'm so mad at her" you hear Ona say.

"I understand. But I'm more grateful. She saved your life."

You can perfectly picture the scene, Ona in her mother's arms while she gently rocks her. Ona's mother as always been affectionate, even with you. You were at first surprised by the welcome hugs, but it's kind of nice. Your parents aren't really fond of the life you choose, being gay and a football player, so you don't really catch with them a lot. But it's ok like this for you.

"What am I gonna do if she doesn’t wake up Mama? I can’t live without her"

Ona’s voice is choked, meaning she must be crying. And it makes you want to do it too, or at least make her understand that you are still there and that you can hear her. But you don’t know how to do it, even opening your eyes seems impossible. Thanks god, her mom is here.

"She will wake up, Ona. Your story isn't finish now."

A silence passe only interrupted by Ona’s sniffs.

"Your brother is here"

"But I told him not to come" Ona frowns.

"As if he was going to listen to you. He knows you need him and you are as stubborn as each other."

A new silence comes, smaller this one.

"Will her parents come?" Ona's mother ask.

"No. They said they’d come when she woke up. Not sure I’ll let them in though."

While Ona seems angry with this information, you're not really surprised. Like you said before, your parents aren't really supportive of you. Their only daughter did not really meet the expectations they had. You haven’t seen them since Christmas two years ago, last year you spent it with Ona and her family. As for the summer holidays, you preferred to fly away to rest in the sun with your friends and Ona. In any case, they themselves did not mention a possible meeting.

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Time has continued to stretch, but you have no idea how long you have been there, floating on your cloud. What you do know is you’d like to know how to get back to your people. You have daily visits, Alexia, Ona’s parents and brother, your teammates and obviously Ona who seems to camp by your side.

Ona talks to you often, makes you listen to music or keeps you informed of your condition. You apparently have bruises all over the place, four broken ribs and a dislocated shoulder. With serious head trauma, but contrary to the doctors' fears, you have no cracks in your skull. You were relieved to learn that you had nothing on your legs. That way you will return to the fields easier.

Alexia tell you about Ona, usually being there when your girlfriend leaves your bedside to take care of herself. Alexia encourages you to come back to Ona, explaining how much she needs you. She sometimes adds that she also wouldn't mind to have her bestfriend back.

Others, like Ingrid, Aitana or Lucy, stay here in silence, but their presence are great too. Some of them take your hand too, usually Ingrid. You hate being alone but you have to admit that you really rarely are. Even Laia flew back from Manchester for some days, wanting to be here for Ona.

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"Today is our birthday"

Ona's voice is sweet as always but the information startle you a little. The day of the accident, you still had two weeks to think about a memorable day for your girl. You already had the gift, but not the rest. You had not imagined that so much time had passed since.

"I found the necklace, I didn't mean to but I was looking for one of your hoodie and the box just fell on the floor."

She speaks quickly, as if she expected you to wake up and scold her. Once again you can easily imagine the expressions on her face, the way she would look her shoes and the slight reddening on her cheeks. Instead, you feel your heart swell with love for her a little more. And the bip of the monitoring - that you’ve been hearing for some time now - seem to want to transmit the information to Ona by accelerating a little.

She's closer now, you can smell her shampoo as she gently strokes your hair. When she talk again, her voice is a whisper.

"The necklace is beautiful, but I promise you’ll never have to give me anything again if you wake up today. I want nothing but your presence by my side. I miss you so much."

You miss her too, you have to admit. You miss hugging her, kissing her or watching her like the creep you are while she's sleeping.

So this time, you try to open your eyes, with all that you have. It take some time, Ona keeps talking, but you can’t focus on what she’s saying and the efforts you’re making at the same time.

It takes you some time, but you eventually succeed.

Everything is too bright suddenly and you close your eyes immediately. The hum of Ona’s monologue stops instantly and you hear the sound of a chair rattling the floor. But you try again, this time long enough to allow your eyes to get a little better at the ambient light. You feel the mattress sag at your waist, before your eyes can finally focus on the one thing that really matters. Ona’s face.

She looks at you too, looking too stunned to speak.

"Nice necklace" you mumbling, your voice hoarse and broken from not being used for two weeks.

Ona kind of broke down, bursting into tears and lying half on you, her face buried in your neck. You slowly raise your arm - your muscles all seem numb - to caress her hair.

"You're awake"

You hear Ona repeat this phrase several times, before she gets up to look at you again.

"You're awake" she says again, this time while looking at you.

"I love you" you prefer answering, focusing of what matter for you. Not being able to say it back for so long was kind of frustrating.

She smiles between her tears and kiss you with all the love and tenderness she have. You reciproque the kiss as well as you can, and just when Ona pulls back you hear the door of your room being open.

"They didn’t have the coffee you like anymore, I hope it fits you. They’re all filthy in this hospital anyway" Alexia grumbles without looking in your direction.

"Well hello to you too Miss Putellas" you said.

Alexia turns in your direction so quickly that you wouldn't be surprised to learn that she have a stiff neck. The surprise made her drop the cup of coffee she was holding in her hand and it took her a few more seconds to rush to the two of you.

And for the first time since you are here, you hear Ona’s laughter ringing in the room.

#ona batlle #ona batlle x reader #woso x reader #woso imagine #ona batlle imagine

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jeridandridge · 28 days

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stelle splendenti (shining stars)

Not edited, it’s been a minute.

On Friday night after school Melissa and Jacob find themselves at a shared favorite restaurant sipping drinks and chatting like they do in their new found friendship.

“And then,” Jacob laughs, “then I did my walk of shame practically blind and almost tripped in the crosswalk on 5th.”

Jacob and Melissa howl with laughter in their booth, the redhead wiping her eyes. “Oh god, kid. I’m impressed.”

“Jacob what are you doing here?”

Looking up Melissa’s breath hitches when she sees the gorgeous woman next to their booth. “Stelle splendenti.” She whispers smiling at the stranger.

“Y/n!” Jacob stands up pulling the woman into a hug. “Melissa, this is my friend, I was just telling her about you recently.”

“You’re a friend of Jacob’s?” The redhead smiles gesturing for the stranger to sit.

“Yeah, this guy crashed on my couch for a few months and we’ve been friends ever since.” The woman smiles. “If I weren’t living in a shoe box it’d probably be the same set up now.” She chuckles.

“Ah it’s alright, Mel Mel and I are good friends now.”

Melissa nods trying not to stare at the woman, completely mesmerized by her eyes. She doesn’t know it, but Jacob catches on right away.

“Ya know, y/n, Melissa has a ticket guy for sports. I know you like the flyers, maybe we can all go to a match sometime.”

“Game,” Malissa and the woman correct him at the same time. “You like the flyers, hon?”

“I do,” she nods with a chuckle. “I’ve always loved hockey, football is a close second though.”

Now Melissa is very intrigued.

“Pretty and a sports fan? Jacob where have you been keeping this one?”

The conversation goes on, and it turns out this woman is a breath of fresh air.

“No it’s from the 40s originally, way before all of us.” She laughs, her eyes crinkling.

“What can I say, hon you’ve got good taste.”

She smiles at the redhead with a shrug. “I usually do.”

Hours later, Melissa is dead tired but cant force herself to move from the booth. Getting to know Jacob has been a delightful surprise and now she was surprised that she found herself liking one of his friends.

“I have to get going but it was so nice meeting you, Melissa. Jacob give her my number and I’ll send you the links to that band.” She smiles hugging Jacob before putting her jacket on and walking out. Jade eyes follow her slim frame all the way down the aisle of booths.

Melissa Schemmenti is screwed big time.

After a weekend of constantly thinking of the cute woman and giggling at her phone like a school girl, Melissa sits with Jacob in the teachers lounge staring at her phone screen.

“Just ask her to hang out,” Jacob shrugs with a smile. “She’s a really great person.”

“Kid,” she sighs leaning back in her chair. “Look, you’d make a great wingman but that’s just not in the cards for me okay?”

“How do you know that?” He asks in a way only Jacob can. “You don’t know how it’ll go if you don’t try, and If I were a betting man I’d say Barbara probably told you the same thing.”

He smiles just as Barbara walks in with the others.

For the rest of that morning Melissa thinks about what Jacob said and how he’s right although she’d never say it aloud. Her marriage ended badly and her last relationship ended in an embarrassing failed marriage proposal. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to try again. For the rest of the day her mind drifts off to the woman even during her lesson with the kids.

Up on the second floor after the kids have long gone Jacob holds the phone to his ear walking back and forth across the floor. “Quit being chicken and give it a try.” He huffs into the phone.

“Jacob! What if she says no? Does she even like women?” His friend asks on the other end.

Walking around his classroom Jacob can’t help roll his eyes.

“I know you two have been texting all weekend, if she wasn’t into you she wouldn’t be doing that. Trust me.”

“Fine, but if this backfires you’ll never hear the end of it.”

Later on in the evening Melissa sits on the edge of her bed looking at her phone screen. The phone number shines on the screen, like it’s taunting her. Taking a breath the redhead hits the number almost vibrating as it rings on speaker.

“Hi, gorgeous.” A bubbly voice comes from the other end.

“Hi,” Melissa laughs, “ya know I usually don’t do this but I dunno, I wanted to call ya.”

“I’m happy you did. Textings nice but I like actually talking. Plus it’ll get Jacob off my case.”

“He’s been on you too? I couldn’t get him to leave me alone. I guess that’s what I get for acting like a schoolgirl.” Melissa bites her lip hoping the admission isn’t too weird.

“If it makes you feel any better I was really giddy all weekend.” She chuckles.

Melissa smiles twirling one of her rings. “I guess it wouldn’t be so weird if I asked you out then?”

“I was hoping you would, especially since the first thing you said to me was a dreamy Italian compliment.”

“You heard that huh?” Melissa laughs practically face palming herself. “Your eyes are very pretty.”

“With a compliment like that I’d be very dumb to say no to a date.” She laughs on the other end.

“Finally!” Jacob bursts through the door tossing his hands up.

Melissa and the young woman on the other end both snap at their friend.

“Jacob!”

#abbott elementary #lisa ann walter #Melissa Schemmenti #Melissa Schemmenti x reader #melissa schemmenti x jacob hill #wlw fanfic #Melissa Schemmenti x you #Melissa Schemmenti x imagine

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pedriscroquettes · 4 months

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𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐓 • RORO RIQUELME

summary. your brother’s annoying teammate is hard to resist when he shows off his tattoos.

warnings. smut, oral (fem receiving), weed, alcohol, and griezmann!reader.

a/n. finally wrote for my starboy. based off trust by bad gyal!

ever since you moved to madrid over ten years ago the city had managed to take you by surprise every one of those years. this year was no exception due to the high heat every day. it was a wonder you hadn’t run back home to france already. and somehow your brother had managed to throw a successful pool party with all of his teammates showing up. unfortunately, he had decided to host it in your house claiming that you had a better pool when in reality he just didn’t wanna deal with the aftermath.

you close the book you’re trying to read but you can’t make it past the first page as the sun blazes on your skin. beads of sweat form on your body for the simply act of sitting outside. you just hope that in this misery you can’t at least get a good tan. although, that thought doesn’t last long as you’re soon drenched in your own margarita. the cold drink making your exposed skin shiver. you look up locking eyes with the culprit. roro approaches you slowly with an unbuttoned t-shirt, exposing his hidden tattoos.

“shit. don’t tell antoine.” he picks up the football not even offering an apology.

“is he that scary?” you tease him.

“no he isn’t but your tantrums are.” he smirks at his words.

you look up at him making sure to cover your eyes from the sun in the process. his sudden change in demeanor interests you and you find yourself drawn to him. he’s always tried his best to get under your skin despite knowing who your brother was. he didn’t care and you admired that. carefully you place your hand on his chest slowly dragging it down until it’s placed on his rib cage tattoo.

“i’d be careful if i were you, roro. don’t forget who my brother is. better put that mouth to better use.” you offer him a smile.

“doesn’t it suck?” he places his hand on top you’re stopping it from wandering off even lower. “being second to your brother always? you can’t even threaten me without bringing him up because in reality no one cares about you. some people don’t even know you exist.”

this time you’re the one left speechless and not because of his words, in truth you didn’t care what anyone said about you, but because he’d finally been able to use cruel words to defend himself. he’s always held back never once trying to get into your bad graces. maybe it was the humid weather that made him not care anymore.

the party continued with countless plastic cups being thrown around the yard and countless splashes could be heard one after the other. yet you found yourself analyzing the brunette in the pool. fully shirtless now allowing you a view of his back tattoos. you would’ve never guessed he’d be one to ink himself by the innocent smile he wore everyday.

unbeknownst to you, your actions didn’t go unnoticed. paddy, marco’s wife, had noticed how your eyes kept wandering off to the brunette. she had tried inviting you on a brand trip for the fifth time and you’d changed the subject for a fifth time.

“i mean look at him! everyone thinks he’s this innocent little guy but he isn’t. what an asshole!” you ranted to her as she drank from her mojito.

“fuck him.” she muttered tired of him being the topic of conversation.

“exactly. if only everyone else could see what a horri-”

“no. fuck him.” she rolled her eyes.

“what?” you turned towards her trying to find out the meaning behind her words.

“it’s clear you want to sleep with him and he probably wants to as well. so do it. get it over with! i can’t hear you complain about him one more time.” she sighs.

“you can’t possibly be serious paddy?” you scoff.

“i’m never been so serious about something in my life. i’ve had hate sex with marcos all the time and it’s arguably the best sex i’ve had in my life.” she continues drinking her mojito as if what she had just said was the most normal thing ever.

“do it or some other girl at this party will.” is the last thing she says to you before she wanders off looking for her husband.

the sun is soon replaced by the moon as the hours go on and it seems your brother’s party has only grown in size. you hope your brother is sober enough tomorrow to clean after his mess because you sure wouldn’t be doing anything. your brother is lucky he lives retired from the city so you don’t get any noise complaints as the music blasts through the backyard. it’s the perfect atmosphere for a get together and a perfect atmosphere for paddy’s suggestion.

you carry your drink inside careful to avoid any spillage. you analyze everyone hoping to find the brunette and when you do you head directly towards him with no hesitation. you’re so close to him when you trip, accidentally of course, and your drink lands all over his white button down shirt. you stand up quickly looking quite concerned and confused.

“fuck i didn’t mean to sorry.” you murmur the last bit feigning innocence because you absolutely meant to spill your drink all over him. “you can borrow one of antoine’s shirts.”

“it’s fine.” he mumbles clearly annoyed at what just occurred.

“no, i’ve been mean. it’s the least i could do.” you offer a truce.

he analyzes your face for any hint of malice but doesn’t find any. a part of him wants to take your offer of help but the other part is still hesitant. ultimately he decides he doesn’t want to walk around with a wet and sticky shirt for the rest of the night. he sighs before agreeing. you quickly grab his hand before he can say anything and drag him towards the spare room.

“this one or this one?” you hold up two button downs. one is a bright shade of baby blue and the other a plain white one similar to the one you had ruined.

he chooses the baby blue button down not waiting another minute to change into it. he rushes causing two packets and a heavier material to fall out of his pockets. quickly he tries to retrieve them before you see them but you’re faster. you let out a loud exaggerated gasp at the sight of the pills and vape.

“you? no way.” you almost laugh at how surprising he was. first the tattoos, then the attitude, and now this. he was truly unpredictable. “don’t you have to take doping tests?”

“who do you think gets me cleared before matches?” he asks as he grabs the pills and the vape from your hand. although, you manage to take the vape back noticing what it contained. you inhale.

“my brother.” you exhale causing the smoke to invade his face. “does he give you the weed too?”

“just give it back.” he holds his hand out waiting for you to comply.

you obviously don’t choosing to sit on the bed instead taking another puff. your movements cause your black sarong to move up your legs giving him quite the sight. it was a shame that you were so attractive because you were equally as annoying. and if you weren’t your brother’s sister rodrigo would’ve tried to at least attempt a move on you. but because you were so determined tonight you’d make sure he would.

he walks towards you hoping to take his personal belongings back. after all he’s stronger more agile he should be able to snatch them away from you. but he forgets that you’re faster and every time he tries to reach for them he only ends up dangerously close to your body. you notice he never managed to button up his shirt and his rib cage tattoo is once again exposed to you. you place your hand on it knowing it’s your one chance to get what you want.

“what does it mean?” you look up at his brown eyes finding them already staring right at you.

“what are you doing?” he sighs frustrated at your weird antics.

“nothing.” you answer simply.

there’s a short pause between the two of you with silence filling the air. the two of you are practically chest to chest and you’re so close to getting what you want. what you need. you act first kissing him. after all you could blame it on the drugs in case this ends up being a huge mess. you expect him to pull away but he does the complete opposite grabbing your jaw as he deepens the kiss. they say it’s always the silent ones and he confirms those rumors.

your hands find themselves in his curls tugging on the strands as he leaves wet kisses along your jaw. meanwhile his hand finds it’s way around your throat pulling you closer to him as the two of you roughly kiss. it’s the opposite of gentle, what you enjoy. you gain the confidence to drag your hand down his bare chest all the way to the hem of his shorts when he stops you by grabbing your hand.

“what are you playing at?” he steps away from you. once again analyzing you and your facial expressions trying to figure out why you wanted to sleep with him.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about roro.” you say his nickname so sweetly and somehow also seductively.

“bullshit. one minute you’re threatening me and the next you’re all over me. you couldn’t get anyone else to sleep with you?” he asks in a more serious tone. you enjoy the view of a shirtless heated roro.

“i didn’t want to sleep with anyone else. but if you don’t want to then i’ll guess i’ll have to find someone else.” you begin to stand up.

you’re immediately pushed back down by the midfielder shocked at the force. it somehow turns you on even more.

“then say it.” he demands.

“say what?” you look up at him.

“that you want to fuck me. say it.” he demands once again.

“roro…” you brings your hands up his torso and wrap them around his neck locking eyes with him as you bring him closer to you once again. “i want you to fuck me.”

that’s all it takes to push him off the edge and his lips are once again on yours. the kisses are rough and quick and you find yourself tugging on his bottom lip to provoke him even more. it’s all so sensual like a scene on television. his hands roam your body ultimately landing on your ass as the two of you gravitate towards each other. you can feel his hard on against the fabric of your swimsuit. you’re pretty sure he can feel your growing arousal as he begins to grind himself against your clothed core.

you don’t wait another second in taking off his shirt allowing a perfect view of his forming biceps and his tattoos. it’s almost unfair how long he’s been hiding himself. you’re keen on making sure this happens again. so you proceed to flip the two of you over ending up in his lap. the new angle allowing you to see his face perfectly. you hate how pretty he looks and how he’s basically forbidden fruit. the aching in your core continues to grow and you realize you have to do something about it.

“fuck, roro. touch me.” you practically beg.

you’re answered with a smirk at first but he obliges bringing his hand to your lower body. he’s moving his hand as slowly as possible, teasing you, and you’ve had enough. you placed your hand on top of his dragging it to where you need it the most. he moves your sarong to have better access to your core, taking off the bottom part of your swimsuit in the process. you continue to guide his fingers to your folds.

“fucking hell.” he groans as he feels your wetness.

he starts slowly rubbing circles along your folds which instantly brings you pleasure. his movements cause you to let out loud moans which he quickly tries to silence by kissing you. the last thing he needed was anyone walking in on the two of you. as he kisses you he continues to spread your wetness. he decides that’s enough foreplay and drags one of his fingers towards your hole.

“can i?” he asks you wanting to make sure you’re still okay with what’s going on.

“please.” you murmur.

he enters you slowly making sure you adjust to the intrusion. you cling onto his arms at the new sensation, holding back a moan as he stretches you out. it’s almost embarrassing how much he’s been able to surprise you in the span of a couple of hours. he wraps his arm around your waist to help you adjust and keep you grounded. you reach up for him again kissing him as he begins to pump his finger inside of you. it’s such an intimate moment and he’s been able to comfort you more than any other guy you’ve slept with before.

“fuck, more.” you practically beg.

he obliges inserting another finger instantly groaning at how you clench around him. you squeeze his fingers so tight he swears he could cum in his boxers. the way you look under him doesn’t help him either. he’d always admired you except for your attitude but now that he had you he couldn’t give you up. your moans also encourage him to go faster wanting to pleasure you in the best way possible. he can only think about you right now and the way his fingers feel inside of you.

“so close roro.” you murmur. your nails digging deeper into his biceps.

then out of nowhere the building up orgasm inside you disappears as his fingers leave you. you’re about to yell at him when you see him kneel.

“do you trust me?” he asks suddenly.

“yes.”

his fingers are soon replaced by his tongue. the sight of his curls in between your legs alone make’s your pleasure build up again. as he laps up your juices your fingers find their way into his hair pulling him even closer to your core. it doesn’t take long for the knot in your stomach to unfold and soon you’re orgasming on his tongue.

“what the fuck roro.” you say shocked.

instead of responding he simply kisses you again. it’s quite an intimate moment as he moves the strands of hair from your face. the two of you separate from each other and there’s a comfortable silence between you too. the act is so domestic as the two of you simply stare at each other. unfortunately, it’s interrupted as someone knocks loudly on the door.

“who’s in there? i need a shirt.” antoine slurs.

“shit. shit. shit.” rodrigo steps away from you adjusting his clothes and finally getting his vape.

“hide in the bathroom.” you urge him as you adjust your sarong before heading towards the door.

he doesn’t know why he does it but he pulls you closer by your waist before kissing you one last time before heading for the bathroom. you’re taken aback but can’t help but grin a little at the action. it’s going to take more than your willpower to stop yourself whenever you go to anymore games in the future.

#so… 🧍🏽‍♀️#roro 😊😊😊#rodrigo riquelme smut #rodrigo riquelme x reader #football smut #football imagine #football fic #gabri writes

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moriahwritez · 5 months

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Got Attention for an Athlete Player

(Football Sevika x Cheerleader Fem reader)

Summary: Your a cheerleader who was caught getting attention from a hot known athlete, Sevika in football practice. You couldn’t help but fall deeply in love with her.

| Request are open in comment or on dm (message) whenever I’m available. Hope you enjoyed reading this and be doing more throughout Christmas break. Praying for this finals to be OVER ALREADY 😭 |

You was a cute cheerleader in college for the next football league game they were having. You’ve been a cheerleader practicing your part of the role to at least do something throughout college life without making yourself bored. You done this about a few weeks and was doing well, until during practices this afternoon, you were playing your role and then someone caught your attention. This athletic fine woman from your eyes, darting at her. And only thinking about is her in your own mindset. Her muscular arm and biceps showing out from her gear. The helmet she had colored black and red. She was quite tired after playing football with the boys, (ofc she’s a tomboy) and had to take her helmet off to feel the wind breezing on her face as she sighs deeply looking up for a second and then grabbing her water bottle from the bench and drank some before going back on practicing for the game. You kept watching her as you weren’t even listening to your own coach from cheerleader team.

Sevika was tackling the other players and move quick to be prepare of catching the football to herself and drifts off quickly to reach the goal. “GO SEVIKA! GO GO GO!”You shouted far distance away from the strong women. Not sure how you even got her name in the first place or if you remember it (Probably ask Vi once), you was so eager to see her play. The moment you started cheering, Sevika glances in the direction to see the one of the main cheerleader who was yelling. At first she didn’t understand what happened but suddenly she felt this pleasant feeling that crept into her. The cheerleader team was already annoyed from your excitement, along with your coach you never like when you signed up for this cheerleading stuff.

Practice was now over just for the day, well evening actually. You pack up stuff from cheerleading, including Pom-poms and the outfit. As soon you came out of the women locker, you saw Sevika’s height talking to someone in front of her, like they were blocking her face. Just when you was about to move quickly, cuz how you would blush like crazy and end up screaming lol, and unexpected thing had come. Sevika quiets down with her group of one of the boys, and turn towards you. She smirk showing her attractiveness face and curve body as she turn half way like she was in her flirting moment. “You were the girl who cheered for me?” Sevika chuckles.

You felt your chest in body heat and your cheeks turning red. You could hear and see she was approaching closer to you which got you startled. “Yeah yeah that was me.” You quiets down. You landed at the wall that was near you, with Sevika leaning her body against you admiring your adorable looks as you couldn’t do nothing but hear your screaming of desire all over your head. You could also hear some of the boys were snickering behind their backs, mumbling and whistling seeing the whole scene just expose out of nowhere. However Sevika ignore all that. She pulled back after observing your beautiful looks from top to bottom. “Thanks that you were able to cheer for me. At least someone enjoys what I do. It kinda made my day bit better,” says Sevika extending you a hand trying not to make the conversation more awkwardly. “I’m Sevika.” You hold onto her hand blushing like a maniac (like chill. I won’t even handle myself well😭😭)

“I’m y/n.”

Sevika smile warmly, eyes looking down at you. “Nice to meet you, Y/n. Am glad we could finally meet for the…first time.” You guys were both blushing red. “However, it’s a pleasure. I must get going. Have many duties to do,” Sevika says pulling back. You understand and wave at her. “Hope to see you another time.” Sevika look you back close to exiting out the building. “Until we meet again, y/n. Good luck out there.” The tall woman waves and disappeared. As soon you came home from the bus, you drop all your stuff in your room and lay on bed, thinking about the bold woman you were just talking to. You dreamed of her the entire night.

Next day (Afternoon-1:30pm)

In the locker room, you was getting pushed around by some girls for no reason. Your backpack fall including yourself on the floor, not wanting to do more cheerleading practice after that issue. You’ve been bullied quite some time since you got in the league of cheerleading and all the girls who were involved seeing you cheer for Sevika so loud, that they were thinking you super annoying and how much they hated you. Anyhow, you move directly to a corner of the wall not trying to tear up. You were pretty upset and tired. “Why did I signed up for this cheerleader shit?” You huff and did your best to stay confident without letting anyone taking you down again. Then you head out to see the whole football field waiting to see Sevika shows up.

In your mind you felt not cheerring or shout during practice. Probably people would think your some kind of fool doing, while everyone is practicing. You just wanted to make Sevika proud. 🥺💕 In your zone, you then saw Sevika and her other team getting ready for position as if their doing an actual game. But ofc your annoying ass coach snap his finger straight at you. “Hey! Get back to work! We don’t have time!” The coach ordered you to do so. While you were getting back in position with the other girls, you tried your hardest to focus on what you were doing but the thoughts were still in you of the woman who played so well. It’s like you want to watch her movement every time you would see her play football.

And just like that you were snatch by the coach. (Ain’t letting that SLIDE) Some of the girls laugh at you getting pulled back away. Even Sevika saw the situation which kinda got concern. Your coach immediately upfront you toward the wall looking pretty pissed. “Y/n if you don’t pay attention during practice, you would be banned from cheerleading at the next game.” You were silent hearing him shout at you. All you could say was “yes,” looking down on the ground. “Won’t do it again, coach.” After practice was over, you throw your outfit in the locker and slam the mess out of it. “DAMN IT!” You shouted not trying to have others hear you including the bullies. You try hard not to cry in front of people but thank god the hallways of the stadium was empty. But just then, Sevika was about to put her helmet on for further practices until she suddenly collided you. She stumbled, even you as you got on top, which thankfully no one was at the area you two were. You got up on your feet, fluster hard. “Sorry…” you said rubbing your neck. “It’s fine. I can’t be mad at you, dear.” Did Sevika just say “dear”!? Your heart pounding inside not trying to show out your true feelings but possibly Sevika might can tell. “I saw what happened earlier that coach of yours. Sorry you got kicked out. I should’ve stop him from doing that.” You sigh and nods. “It’s okay. I deserve to get kicked out. I was already tired of being in it.” Sevika nods as well. “I can feel it,” soft and gentle feeling appearing from the woman’s voice. “ You know just as I even look back on your excitement…” she chuckles “you were pretty much fascinated on the football field~” Sevika smirked trying to make the clear that she was hitting up on you.

You chuckle looking away. “I couldn’t help myself, Sev.” Her mocking but affectionate smile flashed on her face looking down at you. “Can’t deny it, can you~” Sevika says putting her hands on your hips. You fluster more and laugh softly. “No. It just I have glasses on see” (which I have one). Sevika pulls her hands back laughing softly as well, making you feel weak onto the floor. “Don’t even start blaming on glasses sweetheart. I would still see it through your eyes just as I did now~” She made sure no one else heard you two together somewhere in the stadium area. Everything was okay for now so she was able to take of her helmet revealing her short mullet hair (I WOULD GO FREAKING CRAZY) and slightly tired eyes from practicing.

“Your so…so pretty.” You were breathtaking just watching her look from the light about her head. This moment you really wanted to go for a kiss but you just met her like a few days ago. You really wanted to go and let her explore you and your body, making sure that no one touches you but your athletic tomboyish girlfriend. Someone to keep you warm and protective at all cost. “So are you.” Sevika haves you a wink. Things gotten a bit more awkward but passionate in silence when you two look one another. Even Sevika was mostly focusing on your lips. You both were trying to figure out what else to say. Then the thought came up. “Since I got kicked out, when will you next game be so I can come by and… watch you play.” You say tilting your head at her. “Our next match is in two days,” says Sevika. “I’ll buy your ticket once you show up. Your used coach can’t take away from what your doing for me. Do not worry.” Sevika says handing her phone number. “Call me when you get the chance.” She put her helmet back on, biting on her mouth guard and rush on the field, hanging out with the boys. Can’t believe she GAVE YOU HER NUMBER!? OH MY GOSH!!! (So extra😅) You just stood there like a mechanic doll wanted to freaking scream.

Friday Night (6pm)

The night the game finally begun. You bought some snacks of popcorn and nacho cheese to make things more entertaining and eyeing on Sevika the entire game. It’s like you were touched by her heart, it wouldn’t go away. The bleachers were packed by overcrowded people and you making the way towards the middle almost close to where the cheerleader team was. You had a good looking view of the football field which excites you. Two of the opposite team showed up on the field as the crowd goes wild. You clap your hands not ready to stand up and shout as in a way of embarrassment. Luckily, Sevika turn her back to see you popping your head with a light grey sweater on you. She waved at you, pleasing her cute cheerleader (you) and got on her knees to do few exercise before heading down towards her team.

When the game started, you enjoyed yourself eating the snacks you had. And your coach had to freaking show up during the game. “What are you doing here? I kicked you out of practice.” You turn to look at him wanting him to get crushed by Sevika. “Cheering for someone actually.” You tried to act all popular LMAO The coach rolling his eyes. “On who-“ “None of your damn business. XD” But then he could tell who were you even focusing on which is Sevika, one of the football team as she was ready to throw the ball for someone to get. “I see…couldn’t kept your mouth shut because of some wannabe girl keeping you off of practice just to see her play. Unbelievable.” You was NOT having this ruined your time. Your eyes betrayed him saying that which kinda snap you out. “Look sir, if you want to go and chit chat all you want, go talk to someone else but not me. I’m having the greatest time of my life actually. Am so happy I got kicked out. You won’t have to bother me anyway.” Sticking your tongue out, you walk to the next bleachers feeling proud of being brave to yourself.

Few moments of game, Sevika won a goal which got you on your feet shouting. “WHOOO! GO SEVIKA! YEEEAH!” People were startled from your excitement which made you had a nervous chuckle. “My bad y’all.” After the game was over, the black and red team won. Sevika and others had each trophy and medal. Your snacks was already spilled not even paying attention. Some of the students ran towards the team happy and hugging one another. Also Sevika was getting hugged to. You ran out the bleachers as well jumping on top of her. It surprised Sevika seeing you on top as she tries carrying her trophy on her mechanic hand. “Thanks y/n. You cheered for me so well.”

And like that she went for a kiss on the lips without anyone even bother to see the moment. You kissed her back, pulling up her face not wanting to let her go. “Come over to my dorm as a reward. We can continue this~” You nod. “Of course babe.” Sevika chuckles, waving goodbye at her team and eventually carried you to her dorm for an intimidating night.

| Yes! I was able to keep on writing in each paragraph LONGER because it was pretty much a lot to write and thankfully I was able to do more and not just a short one. If you have any request of Sevika, Grayson, Kuvira or even Mizu from blue eye samuari (I’m a simp for her as well), dm are open or the comment section. |

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wjhik · 4 months

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Any More? (Virgil Van Dijk) *Smut*

A/N: we need more big virg writers because this is criminal

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Y/N’s POV:

“So, any more kids on the way?” My aunt asks me. Virgil and I are visiting my family at my mom's house, and, as per usual, my auntie is interrogating me. “Auntie, I just had a baby a year and a half ago. No harm in taking a break.” I say, juggling our youngest daughter in my arms while reaching for her pacifier. “Don’t you want to try for a boy?” I roll my eyes at that comment. Virgil and I are more than happy with our 3 girls. I simply shrug at her, attempting to ignore her old ways. “Wouldn’t you love a boy to carry on your legacy, Virgil?”, referring to his football career. I look at Virgil, waiting for his answer. “Anything my sons could do, my daughters can as well.” He calmly explains, quickly shutting down her bogus remarks.

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“Kids, come on. We have to go.” I say to my two older girls. “No, mama! Can we stay over? Please??” The oldest begs. “Please, mama. Everyone is staying over with Teta (grandma), can we too??” My secondborn says. I look at Virgil, expecting some backup. “Hey, maybe it’s not such a bad idea. The baby is already asleep, why wake her up?” Virgil says. I look over to my lastborn who is asleep on my mom’s couch. I look up in both frustration and contemplation. “Y/N, they’re more than welcome to stay over.” My mom chimes in. I look down at my daughters looking up at me with pleading eyes. I look to my right to see my husband looking down at me, something behind his eyes that I can’t pinpoint. I look to my left to see my mom playing with the other kids.

“Alright, fine.” I say which is followed by an eruption of screams and cheers from my daughters then followed up by shushing from my husband, pointing to their sleeping younger sister.

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“Bye, babygirls. I love you and be good!” I say as Virgil ushers me out of my childhood home. We walk down the driveway as Virgil goes on about his day, upcoming games, his co-captaincy with Trent, etc as I listen. He opens the car door of his Mercedes and helps me in.

“So, first night away from the girls. How do you feel?” Virgil asks me, breaking our comfortable silence. “I’m more nervous for my mom, to be fair. You know how tired we get with 3 girls. Imagine what my mom’s going through with 8 of them.” I joke. “I’m sure she’ll be fine. I mean, she raised you.” Virgil replies. “Yeah, but I was the only girl in my family.” I say. “I’m sure you alone were worse than those 8 girls.” I quickly smack Virgil’s chest with the back of my hand, which was previously resting in his, on my lap. “Hey, I’m driving! That’s a hazard.” I roll my eyes at my far too sassy husband.

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“Sweetheart, we’re home.” I hear as I’m shaken awake. “Hmm? Okay, I’m up.” I say groggily. I throw my arms up in a stretch, unknowingly hitting my husband in the face. “Oh, shit. I’m sorry, Virg.” I say, laughing as he rubs his eyes.

“The house feels odd empty and quiet. It’s as if we don’t have 3 ticking time bombs in bed.” I comment, making my way up the stairs with Virgil following close behind. “It’s almost like that’s what it is.” Virgil retorts. I look down at him and stuck my tongue out playfully. I turn my head to look in front before I feel a grab on my ass. I slightly jump as I hear a deep giggle from below me.

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Virgil and I are lying in bed together after performing our nightly routines. Virgil has his head in my lap as I sat up and braid his hair, engrossed in the snobby activities of the Dubai Bling cast (best reality show idgaf). “Can you believe Ebrahem? He’s doing way too much.” I comment. (guys i love this show you dont understand. You should all watch it) “Baby?” I heard Virgil say. “Hmm?” I replied. “Let’s do something fun.” He comments. “Hmm? Oh, yeah sure.” I say absentmindedly, focused on my show. Virgil reaches over for the TV remote and turns it off. “HEY!” Virgil is taken aback by my volume and tone of voice. “Sorry, but what the fuck? It was getting so good.” I say. “Did you hear me?” Virgil says. “What did you say?” I ask, taking a sip of my wine. “I said let’s have some fun.” Virgil says suggestively. He sits up and takes the wine out of my hand. He reaches over to my side table and flicks off the lamp, leaving only the recently installed LEDs in our room on. Virgil leans over me and pulls me into a heated kiss. I lowly moan into my husband’s skilled lips. “Hold on.” He says, pulling away.

Virgil reaches around for his phone. He quickly connects it to our built-in and extremely overpriced home sound system he insisted we needed and plays our shared sex playlist which, unfortunately, we haven’t been able to use nearly enough, having to keep quiet due to our daughters.

I look up at my husband who is now on top of me. “Seriously?” I say questioning his choice of music. “What? You like it and you know it.” He says as he leans in to kiss me once again. “Mmh, Virg…” I say in between kisses. “What do you need, mama?” He whispers into my ear. “You.” I whisper back. He gets off me and takes off his shirt and leans back in to kiss me. I run my nails up and down his sides which makes him shiver. Virgil slowly kisses down my chin, onto my neck. He sucks on the sensitive spot behind my ear. “Oh, fuck. Virg…” I mewl, grabbing onto his hair, loosely tied, contrary to his slicked-back look during the day. I feel him release his suction on my neck and give my fresh bruise a light kiss.

Virgil slides himself down my body to where I need him most. He undoes my house robe to reveal me in my panties. He taps my hips, signaling me to lift them up so he can take off my clothes. He comes back up and starts sucking on my nipple, rolling the other in his hand. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” He says into me. “Virgil, please. I need you.” I say, my chest heaving. I sit up underneath him, and he gets off me. I pull him to sit on the bed while I get on the carpeted floor, in between his legs. “Can I?” I ask him, pressing on his hard-on through his sweatpants. He lets out a light laugh at me still asking him every single time, without fail, despite all the years together. “Of course, sweetheart.” With his permission, I pull his trousers and underwear down, enough for his dick to spring out at me.

I let out a sigh as I looked at my husband's horse-cock. (lol im so funny) Virgil grabs the back of my head gently and looks down at me. “Well, go on then, love.” He says encouragingly. I slowly sink my mouth onto him as he groans. I try to go as deep as I can without gagging, however it is inevitable. My eyes start watering as I’m slobbering over Virgil's dick. He pulls me off him and holds my chin up. He leans down and kisses me before pushing me down on him. I bob my head on his dick and suck on his tip, earning a hearty moan from Virgil. “Fuck, love, you keep going like that we’re gonna be done real soon.” He says, pulling me up.

I climb up my abnormally big husband and give him a sloppy kiss and move to kiss his neck. He gently grabs my neck and makes me face him. I stare into his eyes, very obviously drunk off his dick. I let out a giggle and kiss him more. He grabs me and places me on the bed and turns me onto my stomach. I hear him ridding himself of his remaining clothes behind me. Before I know it, one of his hands lands on my ass, making me yelp. He laughs and leans down to kiss me. I turn my head back and our lips meet. He pulls away and opens the drawer next to our bed. He pulls out a bottle of lube we often use when having sex and squeezes it in his hand. He strokes his dick with it, getting it wet. Then, squeezes some directly onto me, knowing that I like how it feels against me. I hiss at the feeling. “Mmm, it’s cold…” I say. “I know, baby.” Virgil says, lining himself up with me.

He pushes into me as I let my head drop into the pillow. “Mmm, Fucckkk…” Virgil moans. “You’re so big, Virgil.” I say, clinging onto my husband’s arm, which is propping him up. “Can I-” I quickly interrupt him. “Yes, please. Please fuck me.” He lets out a laugh. “Always so needy for me.” He starts thrusting in and out at a brutal pace. I let out all sorts of erotic noises before I put my hand over my mouth to silence myself. Virgil quickly notices this. “Hey, I wanna hear all those pretty noises. There’s no girls, you don’t have to be quiet.” He reminds me. I remove my hand from my mouth and let myself feel good.

“Fuck, Virg- I’m gonna cum..” I say, my voice shaking as he pounds into me. “Hmm, already?” He teases. “Viirrrgg!” I half moan half yell. “I’m just kidding. Cum for me, sweetheart. I wanna feel you around me.” He encourages me through my orgasm. “Fuck, I’m close too, baby.” He says, as he relentlessly fucks me, searching for his high. Just as I feel him beginning to spasm, something hits me. “Wait, Virgil. Pull ou-” But I was too late. Virgil fucked me down from his high. He collapsed into my back. “Virg, get off. I can’t breathe.” I laugh.

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Virgil is resting on my chest after he cleaned us up. “Hey, maybe your aunt is right. Another wouldn’t hurt.” He says. “Oh, so that was your ulterior motive.” I say disappointedly. “Virgil pokes me in my side, knowing I’m not serious. “I’m just kidding. I would love to have another baby with you.”

A/N: always happy with domestic smuts 😋😋

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julianalvarez9 · 1 year

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we need to talk / christian pulisic

request: heyyy idk if your still taking requests but i rlly wanna see an imagine on christian and his girl bestie argue after she hears him say that he wouldnt date her to his guy friends and she comes downstairs and ignores all of them and dosnt speak to him for a while and when he does its all fuff x

summary: you ended up hearing something you wish you never did. maybe you shouldn't have been eavesdropping, or maybe you should have addressed the situation before it got until this point.

word count: 1.7k words

warnings: mention of the pandemic (briefly, just to give context to their relationship), declan being kind of a dick??? but not really

author's note: so i don't know if you meant for it to be best friends to lovers but since it's apparently all i can write about, here it is <3

christian and you had been living together since early 2020, right before the lockdown started. you had been having trouble finding another flat that was close to your job, and with your lease coming to an end soon, your best friend had the marvelous idea of sharing his home with you, for however long you needed. at first, you had opposed, not wanting to intrude in his personal space, but he reassured you each time, saying that he was away too often anyways so you wouldn’t even notice him. and he had been right, for the most part, until the pandemic hit and you two were forced to stay home. it wasn’t an issue, really, even though at first it worried you. would he get tired of seeing your face every day? would you get under his skin and bother him too much?

when life started getting back to normal, you tried talking to him about moving out, not wanting to bother him that much, but he completely refused, threatening to stop talking to you for s month if you went away. that's how you had ended up being his flatmate for almost three years now, and you couldn't complain, since it was incredibly easy to live with him.

you had been in your room all evening, waiting for him to come back after his recent trip to manchester, but decided to start making dinner before he arrived. about thirty minutes later, when you had chopped every vegetable you needed for the meal, you heard the keys unlocking the door, and just as you were about to go out to greet him, another set of voices alerted you that he wasn’t alone. christian thought that you weren’t home since the lights in the living room were turned off, and that’s usually where you used to be when he came back. he didn’t even think about checking the other rooms, too wrapped in whatever exchange the young american player was having with his teammate.

“i don’t know how you didn’t get with her yet. you’re taking your time, man” the other man joked, presumingly, to christian. you couldn’t really tell, since you weren’t actually seeing them, just hearing the voices that came into the room. to be honest, you didn’t even want to eavesdrop, but god, they were being so loud.

the chelsea player replied, and you could almost picture him shaking off his head like he does when you tell him a bad joke. “she doesn’t want me like that”, he said, and now you were curious to know who he was talking about, since he didn’t tell you anything about his newest romantic interest. the other voice retorted, not even a second after, “i’m sure 70% of the world population would want you like that.

god, how you wished to be in your room, comfortably tucked into bed watching something on the tv. maybe then you wouldn’t be hearing whatever witty remark his fellow footballer was making. it wasn’t news to you that, yeah, there were plenty of people who would want to sleep with them, but it didn’t seem right to you to hear how they bluffed about it. you wished that christian would stop him from going any further.

you were standing still in the kitchen, afraid that any movement you could make would alert them of your presence, and thus, discovering that you had been hearing everything they said. you figured from the sound that they were now seated on the couch, and you knew that there was no way that they wouldn't see you if you were to escape right now from the kitchen.

“no, i wouldn’t. she’s only my best friend, declan”.

“i guess she’s part of the other 30%” christian said, and you could hear the smile in his voice. he continued. “you don’t know her. she’s special, mate”. you felt the little tug in your heart, but tried to ignore it, since you were glad that your best friend at least had some kind of respect when talking about his romantic interest. the man laughed, like he had said something unbelievable. “so you wouldn’t date her if you could?”.

oh.

the cold that had invaded your whole body after hearing what he said had made you unable to continue hearing what they talked about, even if you wanted to. thinking straight, you didn’t have any reason to get mad at christian referring to you as his best friend ‘cause that's what you two were: best friends. still, it was like a bucket of ice water had washed over you, like receiving shocking news that you wished you could erase.

so they were talking about you?

and god, you wished you could erase the past five minutes, and forget whatever they had said.

along with the sudden cancelation of noise, it seemed like your legs had a life of their own, and before you could ‘cancel the action’ like you used to with your sim in the famous game, you were out of the room in direction to your bedroom, where you hoped you could hide, at least, for the rest of the day.

christian was shocked to see you leaving the kitchen, after being sure you weren’t in the house. it dawned on him quite quickly that you must have heard him and declan talking, and that’s why you had run away the way you did, and closed the door harshly, making him wince on the spot.

a few minutes later, you heard him knocking on the door of your room. and even if you didn't give christian permission to enter, he still made his way into the dark room, sitting on the edge of the bed. “he’s gone” he whispered, afraid to talk any louder than a mumble. he knew you were awake, even if you weren't facing him, only by hearing the sound of your breath. after spending so many nights sleeping together, you had grown accustomed to his warmth and learned the pattern of his breath, just like he had learned yours.

a few minutes later, once he realized that you weren't actually going to answer him, he continued. “i only said that to get them off my back”. you huffed, clearly not buying whatever he was excusing himself with, and turning to look at him, even in the dark, you muttered. “you don’t need to explain anything to me. i’m only your best friend, remember? nothing more”.

“y/n, we need to talk”.

in the last couple of months the relationship you had with your best friend had turned more… complicated, to say the least. you noticed that he had been putting more effort in your friendship lately, being the one to initiate movie nights and helping you prepare dinner when he was at home. at first, you brushed it off as normal things flatmates did for each other, right? but when his absence during away games started to weigh more, and you found yourself giggling like a schoolgirl at every message you received from him with variations of “hey, i sent you this because it made me think of you”, you thought that you needed to stop the feeling that was brewing inside you, fighting to not be silenced, instead, to be screamed for every awake soul to hear.

of course, you knew better than to fall for christian, so you never actually talked about it. never showing you cared, not even when he presented girlfriends, or he talked with you about the new girl he had been messaging later. so it was weird to you how the anger had slipped upon every self-controlled barrier you carefully placed to avoid getting caught, and was presented to the american player to dissect and inspect.

you heard his shuffling, and figured that he was anxiously brushing his hand through his hair, not knowing how to say what he truly wanted to. he managed to say “you know it’s not like that”, which came out sounding a bit broken due to how dry his throat had gotten in the past minutes. you repositioned in your bed, back against the headboard while crossing your legs over eachother. “how is it then? since you seem to know everything about us, christian” you bitterly said.

you knew that christian needed the psychical contact to keep his nerves even, so when he reached to touch your knee for reassurance and you didn't move away, it felt to him like he could actually get this right.

even when you were about to tear up at hearing the sweet words that your supposed best friend was speaking, he continued, trying to make his point clear. "that's why i haven't been with anybody else. I don't want to be with anyone that isn't you, y/n. you get it, right? i know you feel the same" he looks at you with pleading eyes, and even in the darkness of the room you can see his eyes glistening thanks to the moonlight illuminating his features. still,you were caught up in what he had said previously. "why did you say what you said then? why did you sound like the idea disgusted you that much?". christian let out a breath, cursing himself for not searching for you before he let his friend continue with his meaningless topic.

“you know it’s you. it’s us. you must know”.

"I want to be with you, truly. long term." he reassured, now coming closer to you so he could hold your hand that was resting over your knee. "declan wasn't talking long term when he referred to date. he knows how i get when the guys talk about you, he was just trying to piss me off".

"i didn't plan to tell you how i felt in the darkness of your room, to be honest" christian laughed, trying to lift of the mood a little. when you giggled in return, he bowed his head to give your hand a kiss, and he stayed there once you started caressing his hair with your other hand. "what if you help me make dinner and then i tell you how i feel?" you suggested, smiling brightly at him even if he wasn't looking at your face to see it. the american nodded, enthusiastically waiting to get some food into his stomach. after all, he had came home an hour ago and due to the little misunderstanding that you had, he hadn't ingested anything since the little protein bar he had eaten during training.

"please. i'm starving".

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f10werfae · 1 year

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Pretty Boy

pairing: Frat!Chris Evans x Girlfriend!Reader

summary: Chris can’t help but drop everything to go see his precious princess, even if it means ditching his frat parties in the process. Once again taking the role of a lovesick puppy, (requested by @fallon-carrington123)

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‘should I text him?’ Y/n thought rolling about on her bed, her lips pouted out at the thought of her boyfriend Chris. She’d seen him this morning since he slept over last night, and the night before that, she was already missing the hell outta him. It was only this morning that he’d kissed all over her body to wake her up, whispering filthy things into her ear to fluster her. “You belong right here, on top of your man”

Today he was out with the rest of his frat brothers, going out shopping and going to eat at their usual restaurant.

“There’s no harm in texting him, yes, i’ll just do that” Y/n said to herself, grabbing her phone from her bedside table, snuggling deeper into his college hoodie she was wearing.

Y/n: Missin you so much baby boo, what time will you be home?”

Laughing and drinking beer with the others Chris picked up his phone and felt his heart quicken at her text. Instantly putting bills onto the table, putting his cap back on and grabbing his car keys from the table. The other brothers looking up at him confused, they’d only just finished eating?

“Woah where you going man?” Josh asked,

“Y/n texted so i’m gonna go back n' see if she’s alright”

“Bro you’re so whipped, what a simp. What happened to bros before hoes?” Brian said from down the other side of the table, the other guys cackling and hitting their chest from the amount of laughter.

“Haha, keep laughin it up, wait till y’all are in a relationship with a hot, sexy, caring and loving woman like Y/n. That’s right I said sexy, cause my woman is fine as fuck and you’re all just jealous” Chris snarked back flipping Josh’s hat backwards jokingly before leaving the restaurant hearing their shouts of excuses for being single.

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“Chris what are you doing heree?” Y/n said now feeling shy leaning onto her dorm door, her frat boyfriend just smiled at her and picked her up, closed the door with his foot and set her down gently onto her cotton sheets.

“Gah you smell so good bubby, jus wanna eat you all up” He growled nuzzling his head into her neck, feeling her fingers play with the hairs on his nape. “Thought you was out with the guys today huh?”

“I mean I was, but then I saw your text and I just can’t let my baby stay here all alone can I?” He pouted placing a small kiss to the corner of her lips before standing up straight and removing his football jacket, leaving him in a tight black t-shirt and some grey sweats. “Well come on in then” She said wiggling her eyebrows at him.

Y/n giggled lifting up the blanket and opening up her arms, a big groan leaving her as Chris practically jumped on top of her and shimmied up the massive hoodie she was wearing. Yes they were extremely close squished. If anything Y/n treasured the fact that she had managed to turn a campus frat boy into a committed man so quickly; it’s actually sickening how much they’re into each other.

“Can you even breathe in there pretty boy?”

Y/n asked peeking down the shirt, seeing Chris sloppily kiss the top of her breasts, his hands fondling her hardened nipples. “Don’t need to breathe baby, trust me” He sighed kissing her chest once more before just setting his head down onto it and slowly closing his eyes.

“Ya can’t sleep in there babe, come outta there” Scoffing Chris pulled his head out, his hair sticking in all sorts of directions leading Y/n to comb it back with her hands, accompanied with a peck onto Chris’ forehead.

“Are you tired bab? Cause I am” Chris said sitting upright suddenly and throwing his shirt to the floor, Y/n’s hands immediately went up feeling her man’s body, a smirk making its way onto his face as he noticed her gawking look.

“You tired yeah?” Chris asked again, this time cupping her cheeks and kissing her squished lips cutely, Y/n nodded in his hands pulling up the covers over them both as she cuddled on top of him.

“Now isn’t this a bit unfair? I’m more naked than you are” Chris groaned pulling back a bit,

“But what if I get cold?” Y/n snarked back giving him a side glare as she felt his hands holding onto the hem of his hoodie she was wearing. “Then you’ve got me baby, come n' get some of your mans very own natural body heat”

“You’re so stupid” Y/n chuckled letting him take off her hoodie with a sly smirk on his face, his eyes clearly trained on newly exposed flesh. “Oi eyes up here mister”

“I know and you have lovely eyes my love, as well as beautiful tits, and a sweet pus-“

“Chris jus go to sleep already n’ stop teasing me ya meanie”

“Awk i’m sorry baby, ya know I love love love you don’t ya?” Kisses were being thrown everywhere from her shoulders to her neck, to her jaw and finally to her lips. Her creased brows falling relaxed once she felt how soft his lips were against hers, his fingers threading through her hair as his tongue dominantly played with hers.

Reminding her of the times he’d show up out of nowhere at her lecture halls and just pull her into a tiny corner, smashing his lips onto hers until they couldn’t breathe or were told off.

Or the time when they had their first argument and Chris stood outside her window with a big poem proclaiming his love for her, his frat brothers holding up an ‘I’m sorry’ sign behind him. PDA was definitely a major part of their relationship, not because they wanted to show off, but because they simply could not keep their hands off each other.

“I know you do, I love love love you too”

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lucent-roase · 24 days

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I forgot I can just write stuff for my au

thank goodness, i was dying trying to draw

i found im too tired to write as well so here are bulleted lists:

Hunter is the best wide receiver Hexside’s ever seen, but his biggest dream is to play the flute!

Willow has always been in stage crew. she’s a strong girl and likes pushing things into the right spot and is delighted to see her props work exactly how she intended them to.

Struggling with OCD her whole life, hearing people sing off-key really upsets her. she enjoys listening to the final production as everyone is on-key singing. she taught herself at a young age to have a perfect pitch as she sung to herself. this leads to Luz finding out she has a beautiful voice and pushing her (literally) to audition.

Hunter’s first go at the flute results in him sucking a lot. he’s about to quit, now marching band along football, but bumps into two girls. one of them picks it up for him and wishes him a good practice, then gets dragged away towards the theater auditions. He then goes and practices.

different character’s places:

- Luz: in stage crew

- Amity: actor

- Gus: narrator

- Belos: school principal

- Boscha: actor

- Mattholomule: lights guy

- more on the way

ships:

- Huntlow

- one sided Amillow (past, will be relevant in the story as time progresses)

- Lumity

- Gustholomule (not very relevant to the story, however will have one-shots)

- may be others but i’m not sure

anyway please ask questions!!

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countrymusiclover · 2 months

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2 - Possible Futures

Part 3

It's About Time

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Rain was pouring against the windows of the Cooper house. Georgie and I were laying on his bed since I had finished my homework earlier so my parents let me go over to hang out with the oldest Cooper. Georgie was reading a magazine of women in bikinis and I was looking at one of Sheldon’s comic books from his room. “Georgie. Dad told me to help you study for the math test.”

“I don't need your help. Get lost.” Georgie grumbled eyeing his closed bedroom door.

His father George Sr hollered from the living room. “Georgie, let him help you!”

“Come in!” Georgie yelled and his younger brother came in seeing the dirty room floor. “What's your problem?”

Sheldon started picking things up by the end of his pencil. “No problem. I'll just...tidy while we talk. Before we start, I'd like to get a sense - of how much algebra you know. Do you understand solving and graphing - linear inequalities?”

Georgie flipped to another page. “Sure.”

“Explain it to me.” Sheldon challenged him.

Georgie paused before he answered. “Uh...first you solve 'em...and then you graph 'em.”

“And how do you do that?” Sheldon challenged him a second time.

“Uh, you know, carefully.” Georgie answered him before Sheldon left the room in a huff.

Rolling my eyes at my best friend I closed my book rolling over to hold myself up on my elbows. “You do realize if you fail the test you won’t play football anymore right?”

“Yeah I know. But I’ve got this.” He answered me closing his magazine.

I glared at him, eyeing his uniform hanging in the corner closest of his bedroom. “Just let him help you. Otherwise I’ll have to deploy my secret weapon.”

“Oh yeah and what’s that?” Georgie challenged me.

I smirked getting up in his face grabbing at some locks of his curly brown hair. “I’ll cut your hair.”

“You wouldn’t dare!” Georgie gasped sitting upright on the bed.

I sat upright getting in his face even more so where our noses were touching. The smirk didn’t drop from my face. “I bet I can run to the kitchen and get them faster than you could.”

“Don’t start a fight you won’t win.” Georgie got up from the bed and I scrambled to my feet too.

He narrowed his brown eyes at me. “Sounds like a bet to me, Cooper.” I bolted out of his bedroom door slamming the door in his face where he flung it open chasing after me down the short hallway.

The wooden floor underneath the carpet creaked until my feet hit the kitchen floor and I yanked open the drawer inches from grabbing the scissors. “Ah Georgie!” I screamed, feeling arms wrapping around my waist and we stumbled to the harsh tile.

“I won’t let ya cut my hair.” Georgie pinned me on the ground holding my wrists down with his hands.

I glared for a second before I busted out laughing. “I’m only messing with ya, Georgie. I love your hair.”

“I do too.” He smiles down at me releasing my wrists hearing someone coming in our direction.

Missy stopped in her tracks carrying her doll named Celeste. “Woah. We’re you two about to make out?”

“No.” I quickly answered her, blushing like a tomato.

Georgie snapped, waving her off and getting to his feet helping me up afterwards. “No we weren’t. Get out of here!” I tucked my hair behind my ear thinking back to our last year of middle school.

“Woo-hoo!” I giggled hanging off the tire swing that my dad had put in my family backyard of my house.

A bicycle skids to a stop in the driveway where I stopped swinging around super fast to see who it was. “Y/n, I finally know what I want to be when I grow up.” Georgie dropped his bike in the grass rushing over to me.

I kept slowly moving the tire swing around, holding tightly onto the rope to not fall off. “Oh yeah. What ya got?”

“You know the rich bad guy from Back to the Future who has the hot and skinny wife?” He asked me.

I replied back. “Yes.”

“I want to be like him.” He said back.

I leaned my body into the rope that I was holding onto. “So where am I in this future of yours?”

“If we're lucky my hot and skinny wife might have a hot brother you could marry.”

I snorted out a laugh. “Marriage and kids don't sound too bad.”

“With a hot and rich husband.” Georgie chuckles climbing up on the tire swing beginning to sway us around where we were pressed up against the other hoping to not fall off.

Lifting my gaze up to his I felt my face starting to turn red and it was in that moment I realized that I had my first ever crush on my best friend. “Right with a hot and rich husband…” I mean who would be foolish enough to turn him down.

“Hey, I got some matches and fireworks in the garage stored away. I was thinking we try'em out.” He jumped off the tire waiting for me to follow him. Getting off the swing I grabbed my bike and we rode back to his house.

Peddling my bike by his I got a little distracted thinking back on what he said about his future. If i was lucky maybe down the road in a few years he would feel the same. “I was thinking I might marry you when we get older.” We pulled into his driveway and that night we accidentally blew up one of the neighbors mailboxes which had to be the coolest thing ever.

The next evening after we had all passed the test Sheldon knocked on his door again. “Georgie? I need to ask a favor. It's private. Can I come in?”

“Come on. What do you want?” Georgie was reading another one of his magazines and I was just laying beside him. We had been chatting until he interrupted us.

Sheldon came to stand at the foot of the bed. “It occurs to me you have something in common with Captain Kirk.”

“We both have cool hair?” Georgie asked him.

Sheldon corrected his brother’s statement. “In order to succeed, you both play fast and loose with the rules.”

Georgie shrugged his shoulders. “Yeah, I suppose we do.”

“When you cheated on the math test, what was your strategy?” The nine year old genesis asked.

I made a face at the younger boy. “You’re asking him for advice on how to lie. I thought I’d never see the day.”

“Me neither, Y/n.” His brother glanced at me thinking back on his plan. “Well, I guess the most important part was not stepping on anything wet before the test. And not getting an "A."

Sheldon knitted his brows. “Why wouldn't you want an "A"?”

“'Cause that would raise suspicions. Who would believe I got an "A"?” Georgie shakes his head at his ridiculous question.

Sheldon gasped. “Wow. Tell me more.”

“Okay, when you're telling a lie, it's important to throw in some details. Like, when I was wanted to spend the night at Ricky's house, and Mom asked me if his mom and dad were gonna be home, I said, not only are they be gonna be home, his dad was gonna teach us how to cook turkey legs in the smoker.” Georgie explained his story.

Sheldon responded, making me facepalm my face into my hands embarrassed. “I like turkey legs. Were they good?”

“There weren't any turkey legs, you dope. His parents were in Branson.” Georgie chuckles slightly annoyed at him.

Sheldon walked over to the door opening it to leave the room. “That's incredible. I totally believed you.”

“Now get out of here, I got to finish reading this.” Georgie opened his magazine once more when the door shut behind Sheldon. He could feel my gaze focused on him so he sat the magazine down in his lap. “What you gotta say?”

I shifted to lay back down against his pillows. “You know you teaching him to lie ain’t gonna end well for him.”

“I don’t care. He never gets in trouble for anything. If he gets caught maybe he won’t be such a pain.” He shakes his head, sending me a half smile.

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Superstar | football player!joel miller x popstar!reader

Chapter Four - labyrinth

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Warnings - angst, cursing

Summary - when you find out about a certain football player showing up at your tour you decide to reach out just because of all the dating rumors, but what if thoughs rumors turn into reality?

a/n - okay so since I've never really introduced Joel parents they are introduced here. his mother is named Juliana in this, and his father is named tom (because tommy just feels like he'd be a jr) <3. also, song reader sing is labyrinth because I love labyrinth and Taylor sang it at n1 in Argentina.

‘Oh no, I’m falling in love’

I let out a deep sigh as my fingers pressed against the piano keys. The same piano I sit at weekend after weekend with a large screaming crowd showing all their adoration for me through screams and chants. I pull my in-ears out so I'm able to hear the actual volume of the crowd. "Holy shit," I whisper into the mic in front of me. They're loud, so loud it's impossible to believe that this is my life. Screaming crowds, fans, concerts at venues this big it's incredible. "you guys are so unbelievably awesome you don't even understand," I say as I place my in-ears back into my ears. I can still hear the screams the in-ears just kind of lower the volume. "So, I um, I wrote a new song and I want to see if you guys like it," I say with a smile. They scream as I begin to play the notes on the piano. I take a deep breath before starting the first lyric.

"It only hurts this much right now...was what I was thinking the whole time" It's a little nerve-wracking performing a song that I had just written last night to a whole crowd of people. I didn't even know if they were going to like it, let alone like that I was playing an unknown song rather than a song that they all could sing along to. But despite my anxious thoughts, they scream, scream like this is their favorite song ever. "Breathe in breathe through breathe deep breathe out. I'll be getting over you my whole life," they scream again, astonished by the lyrics, astonished by what these lyrics might mean. I know there's already a video posted somewhere speculating what these lyrics mean and who they're about. That's just how the internet works. But I'm the only person who will ever truly know what this song and its lyrics are about.

"You know how scared I am of elevators, never trust it if it rises fast, it can't last" I hear a loud "I love you y/n!" from a girl sitting in the very front row closest to the stage. I smile as I start the next lyric. "Uh oh, I'm Fallin' in love. Oh no, I'm Fallin' in love again" Screams from the crowd start up because these lyrics just have to be about Joel, right? I know that's what they're thinking and they're right, or at least partially, about him. "Oh, I'm Fallin' in love. I thought the plane was going down. how'd you turn it right around?"

"Sooo, why aren't you out with Joel?" Tara asks from her spot at the end of my bed. It was my off weekend. I had one weekend off from performing, and this was it. I let out a sigh. "Um, he invited me to something just didn't feel like it" She rolled her eyes; she knew I was lying somehow. it wasn't anything about 'not feeling it' it was all about the kiss, and the 'good job' afterward, the way my heart dropped right after he said that too. We just needed some space. I needed to be away from him for a little while to try and rid myself of this crush I had on him.

"Is that true?" I let out a sigh as I shook my head and murmured, "I don't want to talk about it, kay?" I wrap my arms around Ollie, who is nestled up beside me, and pull him closer. He lets out a tired "meow" but forgets about the fact I had moved him about 2 seconds later. "c'mon y/n tell me y'know I don't judge" I roll my eyes as she props herself up with her arm. "He kissed me," I whisper. Her brows furrow in a confused curl, which sends me tumbling into an explanation. "He kissed me, and I think I'm in love with him. And the kiss was all for the paparazzi," I whisper as I lay my head back down on my pillow. She sits up quickly, snatching my phone off the bed. "Hey! What the hell are you doing?!" I shout as I quickly sit up. She tumbles off of the bed running away. I let out a groan as I scurried off of the bed to follow after her. She's letting out giggles as her thumbs type away. "Seriously T, what are you doing?!" I shouted as I followed her down the stairs, almost tripping as I came to the bottom.

She stops in the kitchen and pushes herself against the counter. "You're going out with Joel" my eyes widen. I plan on ignoring him for a few weeks before cutting the deal off. "Because you need to figure this shit out 'cause I know it's not fake for him either" She hands me back my phone and I'm quick to open the messaging app.

Joel Miller

y - hey, plans changed. I'm able to go to that thing if I'm still able to.

J.M. - what happened to your sisters?

I rolled my eyes it was obvious that I did not write the text. This was just going to break my heart even more. I don't even know why she'd do this. "Tara...why seriously this is just going to hurt me even more" I whisper, she shakes her head as her arms cross over her chest "he likes you too, y'know have you seen the way he looks at you?" I don't even know how her brain works; he looks at me like how a normal person looks at another human. There was not even a hint of love in his eyes. I stare at her, waiting for her to explain. "Oh my god seriously, are you blind?"

Joel Miller

y- canceled, can you pick me up?

y- please?

J.M. - yeah, sure, be there in 15.

I let out a sigh as I stuff my phone into my pocket. "he's gonna be here in 15 so I better..." I whisper, my voice trickling away as I make eye contact with Tara. I'm not mad at her because I just can't be mad at her, but I'm just so anxious that I seem mad. "Are you mad?" her smile immediately drops. Sometimes Tara just plays too much. She didn't realize how brokenhearted I was after he kissed me, not until now. I turn around and begin to walk away. "Hey y'know, he does like you, I wouldn't lie to you." she chases after me, "I know I just don't trust your judgment," I whisper. It wasn't that Tara liked to lie and make things up, she just embellishes the truth sometimes, especially when I like a guy. She likes to add things to make me feel good. "Just let me get ready...by myself," I whisper.

I throw on a pair of jeans and a tee shirt before putting on some makeup and doing my hair. I was anxious to meet his entire family. That was the main reason I didn't want to go because it just felt like a little too much for fake dating. my heart pounded against my chest as I sat on my couch waiting for him to show up. I was trying to hype myself up in my head, but I had no luck in doing so. I was still a big bundle of nerves who didn't want to be talked to at the moment. My hands shook and my chest was rising and falling so fast it was concerning. And then when I heard three soft knocks on my front door, I wanted to hide.

knock knock knock

I take a deep breath in mutter "I've got this" before standing up and stuffing my phone into my back pocket. "Hey Tara, I'm leaving kay?" when I hear a muffled "okay!" from upstairs I open the front door. I'm met with Joel standing at the door dressed in a pair of dark jeans and a cowboy's tee shirt.

"Hey, darlin', how have ya been? Haven't heard from ya in a while." My heart flutters at the nickname, and at the thought that he cares about how I've been. "I-I've been good, you?" he waves me off. "No, I wanna hear about you. How was your concerts last weekend, huh? Heard they were all sold out," I giggle, flustered that he had even thought about my concerts. "Go-good, I um performed a new song," I say as I smile up at him, a disgustingly lovesick look on my face. But I can't help it, he just makes me feel so good. So free, so loved even if it is fake.

"Need ya to sing that to me, darlin," he says as he grabs my hand. It felt so weird having a man care so much about my music. Every time I see him, he asks about my concerts or how I write my songs. I've been with men who cared I made so much music with Andy, but Joel just feels so different. "y-yeah um I can if you want me to," I whisper as he leads me toward his car. Unlike every other time I had seen him, there wasn't even any paparazzi outside my house. So, him holding my hand is pointless.

When we pull up to his house, it's nothing like I imagined it to be. Unlike most other celebrities his age who have large mansions that span many acres, it's a normal 2-story suburban home. It's a stereotypical picket fence home with a large tree in the front yard and faded chalk drawings on the driveway. It was unexpected for a man with so much fame and wealth, but not unexpected for a man like him. Joel was a regular Texan man, a father, a son, and a brother. A man who lived in a simple 2-story, 3-bedroom, 2-bath house. Picket fences, scrapped knees, and handmade drawings stuck up on the fridge. Normalcy, that's what his house felt like. It felt like my childhood. It felt like suburban neighborhoods playing with the neighborhood kids, and ice pops on the front porch. It felt like playing in sprinklers, puddles, and mud. It felt like baseball in the backyard. I felt happy that his kids got that, although their father was such a star. They didn't have to grow up in a large mansion with no kids around like other celebrities' kids got.

As we walk into his house, Joel's hand is splayed across my lower back. There were a lot of people sitting on his couch, some women, some men, but they all felt older than me. "Back...Um, this is my...girlfriend y/n...y/n this is my uncle Walter, aunt Gabriela, my mom Juliana, my dad Tom, and our neighbor Jason" My eyes widen a bit at all the new names and faces I'm taking in. "hi" I squeak with a tiny smile. "She's a superstar, famous singer, right darlin'?" I didn't even have enough time to become flustered at the fact that he had called me his girlfriend because I was met with bunches of hands and people trying to hug me. "I um yeah, yeah I sing a little" I whisper as I try my best to hide myself behind Joel. it's a weird feeling being around all these people who are just so much older than me, I felt like I'd fit in more with his young daughter than with these people. "'Sing a little' c'mon darlin', don't sell yourself short. This girl is performing for sold-out stadiums" he says with a chuckle, "I-I yeah um-" Thankfully, I'm cut off by a scream and the feeling of a little body smashing into my leg.

I look down to see Sarah with her arms wrapped around my torso. "you're here! Daddy said you couldn't come" his family begin quiet 'aww's and 'look how cute's "y-yeah I um I could make it after all," I say with a shy smile. For someone who has stadiums full of people cheering me on, I'm so shy in front of a room of just 5 people. I look up to see a smaller girl standing just a little behind Sarah. She has a paler complexion and straighter brown hair. She's got her arms crossed over her chest; she can't be any older than 5. when she opens her mouth and begins to talk, I can see that her two top teeth are missing. "Who's this?"

"This is daddy's friend I told you about don't be rude Ellie" Sarah whispers as she turns so she's facing her sister. Ellie looks up at me, her head cocking to the side as she takes me in. "I went to your concert" she whispers, "it was too loud" she mutters before walking a bit closer. Her father chuckles behind me. "We-well, I'm sorry bout that," I whisper with a little laugh. "she's the one who has a cat," Sarah whispers and it seems like Ellie's eyes instantly turn into two hearts. "Cat? what's its name?" Ellie asks as she approaches me. "His name is Ollie," I reply as I kneel, so I'm face to face with her. "Can I come see him?" she asks. I nod "Yeah if your daddy lets you" She looks up at her father and puts on the cutest puppy dog eyes. "Can I go see the cat, Daddy?"

"Maybe one day El" I feel a tiny hand wrap around mine before I'm quickly pulled back to my full height and pulled out of the living room "Let's go play y/n!"

I'm outside in the backyard chasing around all the kids in the backyard while Joel and his father grill burgers on the deck. "ahhhh you can't catch me!" Ellie screams as I grab ahold of her arm and pull her towards me. We both topple to the ground as I begin tickling her. She screams out loud giggles as she tries to squirm away. Once she finally gets away, she stands up and places her hands on both her knees, trying to catch her breath. I sit up noticing Joel has now walked back inside. "Hey, I'm gonna go get a drink alright?!" I shouted, not only to acknowledge Ellie but to the other children who were playing as well. Ellie just nods as she breathes heavily. I push myself up off of the ground and begin to make my way up to the back door.

"May- maybe she could be like their mom. They need a mom, Joel. I know you are all they need, but they need a mother," I hear Joel's mom say as I open the back door slowly. Joel's mom stood at the counter, staring out the window above the sink as she prepared a salad. Joel stood next to her, chopping up the chicken. "I-momma she-we're-" I know what he means we're not real, this is temporary. I clear my throat before saying, "I-um, is there anything I can drink?" Joel's mother begins to swat at her son's arm. "Oh god sweetheart, I am so sorry. Joel, get your girlfriend a drink," she says before shoving him my way. "I-um..." he stutters, as he opens the fridge and grabs a bottle of water. He hands the bottle to me.

"Let's go outside," he whispers before turning back towards his mom. "You got this, Mom?" she nods before shooing him away. His hand slots into mine perfectly as we walk outside. Everything about him made my heart just leap with excitement. It was embarrassing. We stand on the deck watching as the children run around screaming and laughing. "I don't know how they have that much energy," he chuckles as I twist the bottle cap open and take a swig. "Yeah, they wore me out in like 2 seconds," I reply with a smile. "They like you a lot, y'know Ellie and Sarah" I nod, I just wished they didn't. it wouldn't be this hard to break things off if they didn't like me. "Wish they wouldn't get so attached," I whisper. "It's not going to be easy on them when this ends." his face contorts into an expression I can't read. It's a mix of sadness and realization.

"y-yeah but you can still come around. As my friend, we don't have to not talk after this" I nod acting like I would, but I knew I probably wouldn't because it'd be too hard on me. I can't just be his friend, that's the problem. I wouldn't be able to see him with another girl without being heartbroken. "I know"

Once everyone had left, I sat on the couch with both his children while Frozen was playing on the TV. "You need me to take you home?" Joel asks as he walks into the living room. I've been trying to convince myself it's time to break this off before the kids get too attached. I decided I should just rip the band-aid off before I had time to overthink it and not do it at all. "Um, actually..." I quickly rise to my feet. "Can we talk...alone?" Joel nods, his brows furrowing together in a questioning look.

I follow after him as he leads me to a room far enough away so the kids won't be able to hear us. His arms crossed over his chest as he asks, "What's up?" I take a deep breath in before saying, "We should stop this. I can't do this anymore." his brows furrow into a knot as I see the look in his eyes change from curious to hurt. His head cocks to the side "Wh-why? did you-" I shake my head as I run my hands through my hair "I-I um I can't talk about it." his hands shift so they're placed on his hips. Why did this hurt worse than any breakup I've ever experienced? Why was my heart shattering over a man I was never even in an actual relationship with? "I-I just need to know why. closure y'know," he whispers.

"I-I-" I sigh as my head lowers so I'm not making eye contact with him, "y/n..." my hand squeezes against my opposite arm hard as I try to keep quiet. I can't tell him. I can't, I just can't. "I-I think... I think I'm in love with you and I know you-" lips pressing against mine interrupt my words, instantly alleviating all my fears. Nothing mattered but his lips against mine. He pulls away and places his hand against my cheek. My lips chase after his, which makes him chuckle. "Do you l-" he cuts me off with a simple "mhm," and I nod before our lips meet again.

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𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐁𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 ⪼ 𝐌𝐘𝐆

⤜WORD COUNT: 6.1K

⤜PAIRING: Yoongi X Fem!Reader

⤜GENRE: enemies to lovers, bad girl x good guy, ex-friends to lovers, angst,

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - August 2022

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A/N: Tries something different, dont tend to see Yn as the “bad girl” and the member as the “good guy” so I wanted to try it out

The rain was slashing it down outside of the window and you took in a breath before sliding out of the bed you were in. Tonight it seemed that sleep would be eveading you and you weren't going to be getting any sleep here tonight. You hated not being able to sleep when you weren't in your own bed, it was the worst part about being away from home.

"Where are you going?" The roommate beside you asked as she let out a small and tired mumble, you stared down at her and it seemed as though she was too tired to move or question you further so you just lied to her.

"To get some water," You lied, reaching down for your bag and heading out of the room without another word from your roomie. Lying was much easier than explaining that you were going to go and study in secret while everyone else slept.

You hated this. You could have been at home sleeping soundly and studying in the comfort of your own home but no, you had to come here.

A major football game was happening between your college and another which meant - as a cheerleader- you had to go along with the team.

Sitting yourself down at a table you began to riffle through your backpack for more contact lenses, you were sure you'd packed more than three pairs.

"Stupid, mother-" You hissed out. How could you have been so stupid as to forget the one thing you needed most on this trip? It seemed as though you'd only packed enough contact lenses to get you through the trip there, trip back and the day of the football game which meant you were fucked. There was no way you were going to be able to sit down and study without some kind of way of seeing.

"Fucking idiot," You hissed before sitting down against a chair and staring around, just to see if there was any sign that anyone else in this entire place was awake. But it was deadly quiet.

It was almost 2 in the morning and you doubted that many people would be up any time soon...Maybe it wouldn't hurt to wear the emergency glasses that were stashed away in the bottom of the bag. It wasn't as though someone would come downstairs and if they happened to you were almost sure you would hear them.

Taking out the box you stared down at them. They were barely used unless you were studying at home or walking around the house and you'd not worn them since leaving High school. There was still a bit of tape on one of the legs from when an old friend had broken them and tried to repair them.

When you'd left high school you'd sworn to yourself you'd never wear them in public again in fear of being labelled the "goody-two-shoes nerd" all over again. It had taken you years to get away from your "nerdy" persona in high school and you'd sworn to yourself that college was going to be different. You weren't going to let people see the nerd you were in high school and so far it had worked.

You'd built your reputation up to be a popular cheerleader who was surrounded by tons of friends, people you wouldn't be caught dead with on a weekend if you could help it. Of course, you went to the occasional party to keep up appearances but other than that you made up excuses as to why you couldn't hang out,

"I'm visiting family," "I'm having an old friend over," and "I'm spending time with my mum," Every excuse you could think of was being used so you wouldn't have to be surrounded by airheads all weekend long. Instead, you'd stay home and prepare yourself for exams or do any homework that you had due.

Tonight however, you were going to be cramming for the exam that was being held next week. You were determined to pass it with flying colours if it meant you got to go on and do your bachelor's degree.

Yoongi patted down the stairs of the Log cabin - which was more of a mansion than a cabin since there were over 20 rooms inside of the place. The thunderstorm had stopped him from falling asleep...Or rather, that was what he had convinced himself off but in reality he just couldn't sleep. The whole concert was starting to bug him out and he was worrying that he wouldn't get his solo right and fuck everything up for the college.

Not only would he be letting the college down but he would be performing in front of thousands of people tomorrow, he needed to have a clear mind if he was going to be able to do it right.

Of course, it wasn't just him there were all of the other people in the college band as well as the cheerleaders that were going to be performing. Not that he was particularly looking forward to that since it meant he was going to have to watch you. You and your stupid preppy friends are all giggling and being cute all of the time and it was disgusting. Wait...Did he think you were cute?

Not cute.

Annoying. Evil. The she-devil.

God, he hated you. Not just in the "I hate you because I secretly have a crush on you" way either. No, he hated you with every fibre of his being. The mere thought of you made all of the hairs on his body stand up and the idea of being anywhere near you made his skin crawl and his stomach churn. It was always the stupid little comments that would come from you and your friends, the way that you would spit out mean comments at him. Or the fact that one time you'd seen him getting beat up and didn't do a single thing about it.

Once upon a time the two of you had been friends, both of you were huge nerds in high school and in the school band but times had changed and so had you. For the worst that was.

He stopped when he reached the bottom of the stairs and stared over at one of the tables that were in the kitchen. As fate would have it there you were and yet he didn't feel his blood boiling the way that it usually would.

No. You were just sitting there, your eyes fixed down on something on the table with glasses on your face and the sight alone made his spine tingle.

Glasses on your face.

Fuck, he hadn't seen them on you since the last time you were in high school together. As he moved closer he could still see the ghost washi-tape he had used to fix one of the legs that he'd broken. He'd sat on them by accident one day after he'd been shoved into his chair while defending you from a bully.

"Look what the cat dragged in," He smirked, sitting down on the opposite side of the table and staring at you. If you weren't alone he wouldn't have bothered coming over but when you were completely alone and looking like your old self, you felt less intimidating to speak to.

"Don't talk to me, someone might think we're friends." You snapped bitterly before staring at him and remembering that no one was around. It wouldn't be too bad if you spoke to him now, it wasn't as though anyone was going to see and put two and two together that the two of you had once been best friends. You stared back down at the papers in front of you, sighing as you glasses began to slide down your nose it was the only problem with them and one of the reasons you'd switched to contacts in the first place.

"I forgot my contacts," You grumbled at him, staring up at him and pushing the glasses up your face as he let out a small smile which he quickly hid from your view. It was rather cute that you always had to push your glasses up your nose,

"I don't remember asking," Yoongi mumbled while drinking in your appearance. He'd been wondering about why you never wore them anymore but he was never going to ask you about it outloud. He had no reason to.

It wasn't any of his business about what you did and didn't do anymore but it was warming to see you wearing them after all of this time. It was nice to see the real you actually. To see you studying so openly and happily since it had always been something you liked to do.

"I don't remember caring for your opinion," Silence filled the air and you went back to studying from the book, Yoongi read it upside down and narrowed his eyes at the book. He didn't know you were taking that class and he very much doubted any of your friends knew either since they'd probably all laugh at you for it.

"What are you doing up so late anyway?" He questioned, leaning on the table to try and read some of the notes you had written in the pages of the book. It was just like you to have little notes scribbled in pink ink to remind you if you needed to work extra on a certain part or not. It was the same thing for Yoongi but he would do it in green.

"I couldn't sleep in that bedroom," You admitted before highlighting a section in the book and writing it down on a pad in front of you.

"You mean you couldn't sleep in that bed." Yoongi mumbled before you stared up at him, you hated the fact that he knew that about you. It had been something you'd told him in confidence years ago.

"Don't act as if you know me." You ordered before he smirked. It was clear that he was getting under your skin and he loved it. It wasn't often that he got to do this and he was going to relish the moment for as long as he could.

"We both know I know you better than yourself," You rolled your eyes at the statement. He knew the old you, he knew nothing about the new you and he had no chance of getting to know you either.

"You don't know anything." You grumbled, staring down at the book and trying to concentrate again but it was hard when he was staring at you.

It would be a lie if you said he wasn't attractive but Yoongi had always been considered attractive to you. Even in high school when he was too skinny and wore clothes that didn't suit him.

But now, he was almost a man and dressed in a style that suited him perfectly. He was also built really well and had a jawline that looked as though it was carved by Michelangelo himself. Not that you would ever tell him that.

"So I don't know that you can't sleep anywhere without that stupid little blue blanket you had as a baby...That's so filled with holes it's more of a piece of fabric than a blanket." He told you before you stared back at him, staying completely silent and still as a smirk planted itself on his face.

"Or that you couldn't sleep in the same room as anyone," He leant closer to you from across the table and your heart began to pick up in speed.

"Anyone that is except for me that is," You slammed your highlighter down on the table, completely surprised it hadn't just popped and spurted ink all over the place. You didn't particularly want to sit here and reminisce on all of the old things the two of you used to do together,

It was all in the past.

Just because the two of you used to be inseparable didn't mean he knew everything about you anymore. Time has passed and people change.

"What do you want Yoongi?" You grumbled, running your hands over your face as you tried to get him to leave you as soon as possible but Yoongi didn't want to.

Seeing you like this just reminded him of all of the old times you would hang out together when neither of you could sleep. Sneaking out to the old treehouse where the two of you would study together until you eventually fell asleep resting on the other.

"I can't sleep." He shrugged his shoulders, sliding your book in front of him and reading through the notes you had been leaving for yourself but you didn't protest. You just accept it, it felt kind of nice to speak to someone that wasn't asking you about makeup or if they should dye their hair.

"You never can," You mumbled, just watching him closely until he slid the book back to you and you continued on with your studying.

The two of you fell into a comfortable silence and you worked through the book while Yoongi just watched you. He missed this, just sitting with you without you being rude or mean to him about anything and just being able to watch you. He used to do this whenever you would study together, just watch you for hours. Completely fascinated by your way of studying for exams.

"I missed this old you." He suddenly said without thinking, the words tumbling out of his mouth in a mess of words. You didn't look up at him but your whole body tensed up at the idea of being the "old you" you never wanted to go back to that again.

"Shut up. There is no old me," You grumbled before Yoongi smirked to himself. It was clear you had done everything you could to change every piece of you from the past but you were still there.

Yoongi could still see the real you shine through everything that you did, it was just that everyone else around you was too blind - or too dumb - to see it. It happened a lot in the way that you could laugh at something. Suddenly snorting in the middle of laughter but covering it up with a cough as you tried to play it as though nothing had happened.

"I see I hit a nerve." He chuckled out before you stared up at him, your eyes meeting his as you stared back at him. It was wrong to snap at him but he didn't need to do this. He didn't need to bring up the past when you'd worked so hard in life to hide it.

"Seriously, what do you want?" You asked bitterly this time, you were too tired and too stressed to go through all of this right now.

"I told you, I couldn't sleep."

"So you decided to bother me?" You questioned, pointing around before telling him,

"There are so many other places you could have gone but you wanted to sit here?" But Yoongi just stared back at you and shrugged his shoulders without a care in the world.

"No, I decided that I wanted to sit down here. It's a free country," You stared back at him and rolled your eyes at him, of course, he was going to act this way.

"You decided that instead of ignoring me like you usually did you wanted to be fucking annoying," The usual snapping of your words didn't hurt him this time since you were surrounded by a gaggle of girls all laughing and pointing at him,.

"You're less threatening when you're not in front of the crowds of cheerleaders and jocks." You smirked a little before wiping it away and shaking your head at him,

"And you're more annoying when you're not with the dumb band," The two of you stared at one another in silence before he let out a small sigh.

"Look...I'm sorry...Truce?" He held out his hand for you to take and you stared at it, debating for a second on whether or not to take it but you did and shook it.

"Truce." You whispered, looking at the book and back up to him, both of you smiling at one another.

"I've missed you too by the way." You admitted before going back to studying and pretending you hadn't said a word to him.

After a while of studying, the two of you were finally getting back into your old swing, both of you bantering back and forth with one another without another care in the world. You were sitting on the same side of the table, talking about all of the old times you used to have together,

"I'm telling you, you should see Holly now. He can roll over and play dead," You giggled at the mention of his dog, you missed him more than anything in the world.

"I miss him, I always used to sneak treats around so he would like me more than you." You admitted while laughing. You'd been there when Yoongi had adopted Holly and it had been one of the happiest moments in his life.

"He probably still likes you more than me," Yoongi laughed before throwing some popcorn into his mouth as you shook your head, there was no way he did. Holly hadn't seen you in so long, you had doubts he remembered you and if he did he hated you for never coming back.

"Nah, I haven't been around in what...Four years? He probably hates me just as much as you do." You laughed softly but Yoongi just stared at you, maybe he did hate you for what you portrayed yourself to be but right now...You were being yourself, the real you. Not the mask you put on for everyone else." You swallowed the lump in your throat but your entire throat was dry at the sudden confession coming from him.

"I don't hate you. I hate what you've become." The two of you stared at one another in silence, suddenly you slowly realised how close you were to his face.

"What?" You questioned suddenly, wondering what he could have meant by that.

"You paint yourself to be this mean and dumb cheerleader but we both know you're smarter than all of them put together," That was true. You'd seen some of their grades and you had to wonder how any of them were still in college when they were averaging F's and D's all of the time.

"Yoongi..." You trialled off slowly, you didn't know where this was going to go but you didn't want him to be mean to those you considered "friends."

"I mean it. I don't understand why you hide who you were." You stared at him and shook your head,

"Because she was an idiot, she was bullied and she was ugly," You told him simply but Yoongi stopped you as he put his hand on top of yours. There was no way he was going to let you talk down about yourself like this.

"You could never be ugly," He whispered to you, your heart was practically ready to hand itself over to Yoongi and you hated it. You'd worked so hard to stop the crush you'd had on him for years and now all of a sudden it was coming back.

"Please, I didn't have lines of people asking me out back then, I do now. Which proves I was ugly back then." You tried to pull your hand away from Yoongi but he tightened his hold on you.

"Because people didn't want to look past the glasses and the nerdy things you'd do. They didn't see that you were in fact beautiful and kind...Funny...Perfect with everything that you did. Fuck, you looked more beautiful than anyone in our school." Yoongi said,

"What?" Your eyes locked onto his, tears beginning to build up in your eyes as you heard all of this coming from him.

"I mean it! No one could hold a candle to your beauty and no one ever will. Shit, Yn! How do you not see it? I had the biggest crush on you in the world and you never once-" He stopped when you kissed him.

You were kissing him...Actually kissing him. His lips were touching yours and yet he was standing still like a wall with his eyes open. Fuck...He'd forgotten how to kiss...How to breathe.

Humming softly he sighed and wrapped his arms around you tightly, bringing you closer to him as your lips began to move in time with one another.

His hands moved to your waist to steady you a little, the kiss was making your heart pound against your chest and there was a warm feeling settling inside of your stomach. Yoongi smiled against your lips a little as he pulled you closer to him, your thighs touching his as you tried to make out on the uncomfortable seat. You tried to move closer, moving the table a little until a glass fell onto the floor but neither of you stopped the intense make-out session you were having. It was far too much to stop, with his lips on yours, you felt complete.

Everything he had said to you had made you so warm inside you could hardly believe that he'd had a crush on you in school when it had been you with the crush on him back then.

"I heard something and Yn is missing! What if she got murdered!" You heard someone scream dramatically before you darted away from Yoongi, Jennifer's voice was hard to miss.

"Glasses," He whispered to you as you quickly pulled them off and he put them onto his face, squinting a little as he tried to adjust to how awful your eyesight truly was. Then you looked at him and up at the stairs, it was only going to cause more trouble if they saw you together and they'd start on him which was the last thing you wanted.

"How can you even see with these?" He grunted before you hid under the table, sitting between his legs as he looked down at the book, pretending that he had been alone.

"It's just Yoongi. Hey, have you seen Yn?" You heard Chris ask, one of the jocks that had the big game tomorrow. He should have been sleeping if it meant he was going to play well. Yoongi glanced over at him - or what he thought was him. It was kind of hard when your glasses made him see double of everything.

"No. Why? Did you lose her?" He smirked trying to play into a confident persona. Yoongi wasn't exactly a shy type, in fact, he acted like most jocks but because he wasn't on a sports team it was always seen as him being sarcastic and cocky in a bad way.

"I told you, she probably went for a walk. Especially if she saw her stalker here," Chris mumbled which made you frown at the mention of it. Stalker?

"Stalker?" Yoongi quizzed, freezing a little when he felt you place your hand on his thigh as a silent sign of encouragement that it was okay.

"Yeah, you're always following her around like a fucking creep. Not to mention I've seen you looking at her during our routines," Jennifer quipped before giggling loudly. God, it was like nails on a chalkboard.

"You have a crush on her or something?" Chris asked but Yoongi didn't say anything to him, he just mumbled under his breath,

"Something like that," Butterflies set off inside of your stomach and you gently squeezed his thigh to send a sign that you reciprocated his feelings.

"We should go back to bed, I'm sure Yn, will show up," Chris said as you heard him slowly going up the stairs again, the creaking of the steps letting you know that you could almost come out from the table. You slipped a little and your slippers slid out from under the table and into full view of Jennifer.

"Weird." Your friend said and you completely froze in place, a little scared she had seen you cuddling into Yoongi's legs and holding onto him for dear life.

"Yn has a pair of slippers just like those," She said before pointing to your slippers that were by the table. Yoongi stared down at them and back up at Jennifer, it was clear that you didn't want her to know you were under the table.

"Maybe she left them when she went for a walk. Can we go to sleep now? If she's not in your shared room it means we can bang." Chris said before your "friend" ran off without a single second thought about you making you groan. There was no way on this planet that you were going to go back to that room tonight or any time soon.

Yoongi held out his hand for you to take while you crawled out from under the table and stared up at him. You didn't know if you were supposed to bring up the crushing comment but you sure as hell weren't going to let it go anytime soon.

"So you have a crush on me?" You smirked before he rolled his eyes at you, your hands linking with one another. Yoongi squeezed your hand a little as he grinned,

"Not the fake you...The real you," He declared before you leant forward to give him another kiss. Both of you failing to notice that you weren't actually alone.

The next morning when Yoongi walked down the stairs he saw a group of people all standing around in the living area of the cabin. Everyone was screaming and cheering about something and he frowned wondering what everyone could have been talking about so early in the morning.

"You have to tell us what it was like! I bet it was like kissing a brick wall!" Someone screamed before everyone else began to join in, everyone adding comments about gross kisses. Yoongi stepped closer to his friends who gave him a sympathetic smile,

"Guys!" You hissed out and Yoongi froze as he heard you coming from the centre of the group of people, what were you doing? Had you decided to just tell everyone about the kiss and laugh about it?

"Did he just grab you and start making out with you? What a fucking creep." Jennifer giggled, your blood was boiling at the thought of her doing this.

"Yoongi the creep!" Someone boomed out before an arm was wrapped around Yoongi shoulder, all eyes were suddenly on him and you were staring at him with widened eyes. This had nothing to do with you, you'd come downstairs to get ready for the cheerleading practice when you heard Jennifer talking to someone about a kiss she'd seen and everything spiralled since. But you knew Yoongi was going to think all of this was because of you,

"Yoongi..." You trialled off as he stared at you, shaking his head as his eyes filled with rage. You'd never seen him this angry, even when you accidentally spilt coke-a-cola all over his Pokémon cards.

"I guess this is a lesson in not trusting people, right? Because some people never change." Yoongi spat at you, you shoved away from Jennifer who was giggling a little. Everyone began to tease Yoongi at the idea of him getting mad at you for something and you drowned them all out. None of them should have been involved in this in the first place.

"Yoongi...Please." You begged, walking over to him and trying to grab his hand but he snatched it away from you and stared down into your eyes.

"What? Are you going to tell me it wasn't you? Please, that excuse is worst thing in the world." He barked at you before you shook your head, tears building up in your eyes as you tried to tell him that this had nothing to do with you.

"Yoongi! Please, don't! I didn't do this! I came down-"

"Actually, no. You know what," He smirked moving closer to you, your heart gave out for a second as you thought that maybe that maybe he would listen to you and believe you hadn't been behind any of this.

"I didn't do this," You argued with him. God, you'd woken up that morning with the intent of this being your last day as a cheerleader. You wanted to go back to studying and even being in band. Yoongi sighed as he ran his hand over your cheek, you relaxed into it a little. His thumb gently ran across your cheekbone and you smiled a little.

"Thank you...I-I know its hard for you to trust me but I didn't do this-" But Yoongi smirked down at you and you hated it. It wasn't a cute and playful smirk but something evil and twisted.

"The worst thing in this world is you." He whispered before pulling away from you leaving you completely alone as people stared at you. All of them were a little shocked to see you begging for Yoongi to take you seriously. Even Jennifer had shut up with her small and immature comments.

"You're so fucking concerned about what everyone will think about you that you put on a mask and pray that no one will see it. You don't want them to know you the truth about you," By now everyone was gathering around to listen to what he was saying, phones were being pulled out to record you both.

"You don't want them to know that you're pathetic loser." You stared back at him, tears running down your cheeks as he smirked back at you. He slowly leant closer until he was able to whisper in your ear.

"I wish we'd never met. It would have saved us both a lot of grief."

Once he was gone people stared over at you looking pretty confused,

"What was he talking about?" Jennifer laughed before coming closer to you. You stared up at her and the idea of pretending to be something you weren't was killing you. All of this was for nothing, after what Yoongi had said to you last time you were ready to give up cheerleading and go back to the "real you".

"Did you know him before college?" Jennifer asked, looking at the door as Yoongi slammed it harshly behind him. Your eyes watched him through the glass as he got into his car,

"Yes." You mumbled,

"Oh...How did you two know each other?" Jennifer's tone was condescending and you knew she was trying to get answers out of you so that she could use them against you in the future.

"Because I was in band with him," You answered plainly, moving out of her arm and shaking your head at her. None of this was worth it anymore.

"Yeah, right." She laughed loudly making everyone join in with her and you scoffed at them all.

"I was. I'm also on top of everyone in our college. I have the highest ranking GPA score and I happen to be taking more classes than the average student because I can't stand to be around any of you." You snapped at her, suddenly having enough of everything going on. None of this was worth the hassle if you didn't have Yoongi around. Yoongi was the one thing that kept you grounded without you even knowing it and he made you realise that you didn't need to be fake to be liked.

"You're all so dumb and pathetic, you think that if you look great and act a certain way life will lay itself out for you but it won't," You laughed dryly before shaking your head at them. The band members were all watching you with giant smiles on their faces and the main drum player was smirking a little as you finally snapped.

"You'll be sitting around looking pretty until a certain age and all you'll be left with is a bunch of dumb trophies and medals." You grabbed your bag from the floor and stormed out of the cabin. You'd brought your own car and you sure as hell weren't going to be staying around any time soon.

The weekend had come and gone with no response from Yoongi, you'd tried calling him, texting him and even shown up at his dorms but there was no response from him. The library on Monday morning was your last resort if you had any chance of finding him.

"Hey Leigh?" You asked as you walked into the library on Monday morning to see her behind the counter, her glasses pushed up on her face and earphones in but she saw you and took one out.

"Any sign of Yoongi?" You'd text her over the weekend to let you know if he'd shown up here but so far no one had heard from him.

"Back room, but you didn't get it from me." She smirked before walking out and putting a do not disturb sign up on the door. She was one of the biggest supporters of you and Yoongi fixing this shit that had happened between you.

The clip of you yelling and screaming at everyone on Friday had gone viral and everyone seemed to be supporting you being yourself and doing whatever you want before you liked it.

"Leigh, I told you I didn't want to be bothered-" Yoongi stopped speaking when he noticed it wasn't the librarian and he didn't move for a couple of seconds. At first, he thought it was some kind of dream that you were standing there but he knew it wasn't because he'd already dreamt of you this morning.

Yet here you were standing in front of him wearing your glasses and clothes that weren't the dumb uniform you always wore. It was a nice change of pace and he looked you up and down,

"Where's your uniform?"

"I don't know, I gave it back on Friday." You mumbled, sitting down at one of the tables as he stared at you. He didn't know if he was supposed to congratulate you on that or give you some kind of snarky remark,

"Gave it back?" He quizzed, standing at the edge of the table and looking down at you. You slowly looked up at him and shrugged nonchalantly.

"I quit."

"You quit? Why?" Yoongi knew why, he'd seen the clips and heard the stories from a lot of the band members.

"Because I decided that being the fake me was no longer working...T-That someone liked me for who I really was." Yoongi bit down on his tongue to try and hide the smirk that was threatening to spread onto his lips.

"Hmm, who? I wouldn't have thought you'd fucked everyone over by now." You hated that he was being like this but you completely understood where it was all coming from, everything he would say to you would be completely justified and you would understand if he never wanted to talk to you again.

"Yoongi please...I didn't do that on Friday! I came down and Jennifier was talking about how she saw someone kiss and I asked who...I was trying to get them to stop." You explained quickly and even though Yoongi knew all of this he wanted to hear you ramble cutely the way that you did,

"I believe you," He said with a small smile.

"I get that you don't trust me but I need you to- Wait, you do?" You stared back at him, hope in your eyes as he nodded down at you and smiled. Of course, he did.

"Yeah...I asked one of the clarinet players after I got back," He sighs a little, maybe ignoring you all weekend was a little bit mean but to him it seemed pretty much payback for everything you'd done over the last few years...That and it gave him a clear space to think about everything.

"So you've been avoiding me all weekend...For nothing?"

"I wanted to torture you just a little....as payback for all of these years." He teased, leaning down so that your faces were almost touching, you pouted up at him.

"I hate you." You lied, a smirk took over his lips as he shook his head at you. The two of you knew that you didn't hate him,

"No, you don't."

"No...I don't." You mumbled as he looked down at you, slowly bending down to kiss you as you let out a happy sigh, your arms wrapping around the back of his neck.

"Now will you help me study? I couldn't do it all weekend because I was too focused on trying to find you," You mumbled before he sat down with you to study, nudging you softly before he pulled you as close as he could to his body.

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greazyfloz · 1 year

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Bend Til We Break - Chapter 15

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A couple days go by and I don’t hear much from Quinn. He will text me occasionally mainly about baby stuff but acted differently. Well obviously I just ripped that guy's heart out by kissing his brother. I’m sitting in my apartment late one night when my phone rings, I run over thinking it may be an emergency, why else would someone be calling at 12:30am. I flip my phone over to reveal Bella’s contact.

“Bella? Hey”

“Hey, um I hate to ask this but can we bring Quinn over” she asks and confusion takes over me

“Uhhh- What’s going on?” i ask, “Why couldn’t he of called himself?”

“He doesn’t have a phone right now” she says and I can hear Brock in the background trying to calm Quinn down

“Is everything okay?!” I ask getting up off the couch, “I’ll meet you somewhere” “Yeah maybe that will be better” Bella says, “oh um- Y/n- He is- drunk” she says almost sounding defeated.

“Where are you?”

“We just went out for dinner at Earls- and Brock tried to stop him and Elias even asked the bar to cut him off- I just don’t know how he kept drinking” she says

“He got drunk at Earls?” I say grabbing a coat as I leave my apartment, “I’m on my way, who is all there?”

“Brock, Elias, Anthony, Andrey-” she starts

“So the usual big bunch?” I ask as I start the car

“Yeah”

“Okay, I will see you soon” i say hanging up and making my way

I drive through the Vancouver streets and find myself thinking back to Quinn and I’s first fight. It was a year after Quinn and I had met. We were at the football darty getting ready for the big game. I for the darty with Hanna and Victoria, our other friend without Quinn. Long story short, Quinn wouldn’t come around me the rest of the day then we ended up getting in a huge fight the next morning.

We didn’t talk for a whole week and Quinn ended up trying to drink himself to death. Or at least it seemed like it. I remember the call I got from Josh begging me to go over and please talk to him. But that was a long time ago and I don’t think this time is going to be as easy as last time talking to Quinn.

I finally pull up to the bar to see Bella standing beside Anthony’s girlfriend with Anthony and Andrey as Elias and Brock are nowhere in sight. I hop out of my car and make my way over to the small group.

“Oh my god, Y/n. I’m so sorry I didn’t know what to do and he is upset- well about you” Bella says

“Did he say why?” I ask scared he told everyone I kissed his younger brother

“No, but he smashed his phone when Brock told him to just call you” Anthony’s girlfriend spoke up

“Where are they?” I ask looking around, “wait- does he even want me here”

“His actions and words speak differently about that” Anthony says

“They are around the corner” Bella says just as three of them appear around the building. Once Quinn gets close enough to see me, I walk up to him.

“Hey, I’m taking you home”

“Home? My home right?” he slurs

“Sure, if that’s where you want to go” I say agreeing with a highly intoxicated Quinn

“Yeah, wouldn’t want to-” he hiccups, “go back to yours” he slurs, “my brother might be there” he says and I close my eyes as the awkwardness from being around all of these people.

“Jack is in New Jersey Quinn” I say red in the face

“What about Luke?” he hiccups, “or that too young?” Quinn says and I feel a tear sting my eye and I turn and look at Brock.

“I’m sorry, I don’t think I can help you” I say to brock

I turn towards my car and hop in the drivers seat. In a month and two weeks is my due date. I am way too tired to deal with this right now. My passenger door opens and Bella jumps in.

“I’m sorry” she starts, “I swear to you all night he talked about missing you and wanting you here”

“It’s okay” I say, “It’s happened before”

“Wait, what- recently?” Bella asks me

“No, why do you ask that?” I ask her

“Well he has been drinking a lot this past week, and you guys were pretty solid before summer”

“He has been drinking?”

“Y-yeah” Bella studders, “Like he isn’t an alcoholic but he just seems miserable”

“Ugh, he’s done it sophomore year” i say, “we got in a fight and we didn’t talk for a week and Josh Norris was his housemate at the time so he called me to come talk to him. When I got there Quinn acted like he didn’t want me there but ended up letting me in. It’s different this time. I don’t know what to say to him” I explain

“So, Jack?”

“We kissed over christmas and I told him” I say, “I don’t regret telling him”

“Well do you regret kissing Jack?”

“I don’t know. Sometimes but then I see Quinn act like this and then I don’t”, Bella doesn’t reply just nods, “I know I’m in the wrong but I don’t think Jack would act like this. Or Josh”

“Josh?” she questions

“I found out he loved me while I was dating Quinn in uni, so now I keep wondering what that could have been like” Bella nods

“Damn girlfriend, that’s heavy. But I don’t think you should get caught up in all of this. Every relationship is different behind closed doors. You never know, Josh could have been worse” she advises me. I just nod watching the group on the sidewalk chatting while Quinn sits on the curb.

“Ask Brock to put him in the car, I’ll take him home” I say

“Are you sure?” she says and I nod, “Brock and I can ride back with you if you need”

“I’ll be alright”

Bella gets out and makes her way over to her boyfriend, asking him to put him in my passenger seat. I watch Brock and Andrey make their way over to Quinn, each grabbing a shoulder, lifting him to his feet and basically dragging him to my car. They put him in the car and Bella appears. She grabs the seatbelt and reaches over to hand it to me.

“Y/n?” Quinn asks and I look at a worried Brock

“Bells and I can jump in” he offers

“She already offered, It’s okay”

“Brock, get in. There is no way Y/n and the twins are dragging him up to bed” Elias says behind the huddle in his sassy tone. Bella looks at me for approval

“Okay, yes get in” I say not even realizing the good point Elias just made.

“Did you choose me?” Quinn says drunkenly looking over at me using his shoulder to keep his head up. Bella and Brock both hop in the back. I choose to ignore his question

“Everyone in?” I ask awkwardly

I start the car and drive towards my place. Bella tries to lessen the tension in the car, and asks: “So what are we naming them?”, Quinn however bets me to answering her

“Carson Eleanora” he answers and I look at him confused for a second before looking back at the road

“That’s beautiful” Bella says

“What’s the big guys name?” Brock says confirming that I wasn’t the only one that thought Quinn said it as in the girls first and middle name

“Carson” he says

“Oh!! So Carson and Eleanora?” Bella checks

“Carson for a boy, we don’t know the girl yet” I say and now the whole car is confused.

We turn into my parking area and Brock speaks up, “You to go in, I’ll grab Quinn” he says. I tell him the code to the apartment building and make my way up with Bella.

Bella and I enter the apartment and walk into the nursery. Bella looks around the room smiling. “It’s so cute” she says

“A work in progress” I reply, “One crib has been a pain in the ass, but that doesn’t have to be ready for a long time. And I don’t know how to color the walls, or furniture”

“I thought you guys went shopping a lot though?”

“Yeah, we have lots of clothes for them” I say chuckling, “They will be in my room in there bassinet for a while though so I’m not too worried” I continued and we hear a scuffle in the hall followed by a loud yell

“FUCK OFF BOESER!” Bella and I’s eyes go wide to the sound of Quinn’s voice, “I’M NOT GOING IN THERE! SHE DOESN’T WANT ME” We hear again as we make our way to the hallway. Bella opens the door just in time for us to see Quinn’s fist connect with Brock’s cheek.

“Brock, no!” Bella says after Brock pushes Quinn hard to the floor

“What the fuck Quinn” Brock says, and I make my way into the hall, and I look over to Brock, “He refuses to go in there”. I shake my head and bend down to Quinn.

“Please Quinn, just come in the apartment” I plead not even realizing I was crying

“No, you didn’t cho-” he slurs but I finish

“Yes, Quinn I choose you now please get off the floor” I say trying to just get him into my apartment. Quinn nods and tries to get up himself but stumbles a bit

“Brock” Bella says hinting for him to help and he leans down helping Quinn up onto his feet and into the apartment. I follow along close behind, opening the door to the bedroom.

“You sure?” Bella says as Brock stops and looks at me.

“Yeah, I’ll probably be up all night anyway”

Brock enters our room and set Quinn on the bed. Quinn falls asleep almost immediately after realizing he was laying on a bed. Brock comes out and sits on the couch, Bella and I sit on the couch with him.

“I don’t really feel right leaving you” Brock says and Bella nods

“Why don’t you come to our place” Bella suggest

“Really guys, I am okay” I say

When they leave a little bit later Bella tells me to call if I need anything and left. I layed on the couch the rest of the night thinking about everything tonight, Quinn, the babies, their names, what I was going to do if this is how he is going to continue drinking when he is upset, what I’m going to do in the morning. I finally drift off to sleep around 4am.

My sleep wasn’t long at all as I forgot to turn my alarm off. The alarm sounded at 9am and I decided to get up and make myself tea. As I stand over with the tea pot I try to decide if I should wake up Quinn or let him rest. After the water is hot enough I pour it into a mug and toss in a tea bag. I then decided to open the door and check in on Quinn.

I open the door as quietly as possible and peek in. I’m facing the feet of the bed and can see Quinn’s form still laying in the sheets. I back up to shut the door, when “I’m awake” from Quinn’s mouth fills the room. I make my way over to the side Quinn was facing and sit on the edge of the bed then set my cup on the bed side table.

“You feeling okay?” I ask, “I’ll go get you Tylenol and water”

“No, it’s okay” he says and I reach my hand down and run it through his hair

“I’m so sorry Quinn”

“Don’t apologize” he says, “I just want to know if it was revenge or something”

“Oh course not Quinn” I say slightly offended

“Then why did you tell me?”

“Because I’d rather you find out now then 4 years later. I thought I owed you that”

“You don’t owe me anything” he says, “Not when I owe you the whole fucking world”

“Quinn, please” I say and he sits up on the bed, “Can I drive you home? Or to Brock’s so you can apologize to him?”

“Why?” he asks confused

“Brock’s? You clocked him last night”

“Shit!” Quinn says quietly, “Yeah sure”

I get dressed and grab the keys to my car and we head over to Brock and Bella’s apartment. The ride was silent until I pulled in front of their place. “You're not coming in?” Quinn says as he notices I did not move.

“No, Brock said he would drive you back. But um- Quinn?” I say and Quinn just looks at me waiting for me to continue, “I think you should give up on me”

Quinn just nods his head and opens the door. “I’m still going to be in your life Y/n” he says hoping out, “I’ll be fine, just please. I’m begging you, not Jack” he says, shutting the door behind me and walking into Brock and Bella’s.

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woah-were-halfway-there · 1 year

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I know this is way in the future but what’s it like when Mia is older and has a boyfriend? 🥺 do Carson and Auston like him?

PLEASE no because I have this entirely planned out. So Mia has a couple of boys she goes out on like one date with but they’re not very serious and don’t escalate to anything until she’s in the 10th grade and dates a football player who is a total dick. They date for the entire school year and break up just before summer starts and their breakup is messyyyyyy. He was pressuring into sex and she wasn’t ready and put him in his place about it. She has no one she was really interested in after that and stays single for the whole summer. However, at the beginning of summer a friend of hers who’s family lives in the same neighbourhood as the Matthews’ and are family friends, introduces her to Owen, his hockey teammate and best friend. Mia had seen Owen in the halls at school and knew of him but didn’t know him as he and her friend were in the grade ahead of her. Anyways, the three of them become inseparable and spend the whole summer hanging out all the time doing fun things (in this time Owen hasn’t met Carson and Auston as Mia’s friend yet but they’ve heard about him and Auston knew of him from his part in the hockey community in the Phoenix area) and then by the end of summer Owen and Mia have feelings for each other and on the literal last day of summer they kiss.

And so they start dating kind of secretly, only their friend knows and he freaking loves it, they never make it seem like he’s a third wheel and their group doesn’t change just because Mia and Owen are together. As they grow tired of sneaking around, Mia tells Carson but doesn’t tell Auston right away because she’s nervous to and so Carson’s like “I know how he can get, babe. But you gotta tell him. You know I’ll be there to help if you need me” and so Mia tells him and Auston pretty much has a meltdown over her dating a hockey player and is so dramatic about it and it really upsets Mia because even when she’s older, that strong bond between her and Auston never fades. She’s still the biggest daddy’s girl and for him to react that way is just really upsetting for her and Carson’s there as it all goes down and it leads to an argument between Mia and Auston and so Carson steps in and says “Mia, you can go. I’m going have a talk with your father” and Mia nods, trying not to cry and rushes out of the kitchen and runs past Carter and Liv who were eavesdropping and to her bedroom and they both go after her because they don’t like that their sister is upset. And as all the siblings are together in Mia’s room, they can hear Carson and Auston in the kitchen as they start raising their voices at each other.

Carson tells Auston that he’s blowing this completely out of proportion and that he should be happy Mia is happy and that he shouldn’t be so hard on her about it just because he’s upset she’s growing up, which is exactly what it all comes down to. And so Auston’s like “she’s dating a hockey player, Carson. Of all things, a hockey player. He could hurt her. Of course I don’t like it.” So Carson raises her eyebrow at him and says “funny you say that because I dated a hockey player too I and like to think I turned out just fine, Auston. Mia didn’t want to tell you because she knew this was how you’d react and I honestly can’t blame her. Now, I’m going to go check on our daughter because she’s upset her dad shut down her relationship with a guy she really like without even knowing him and you can join us when you’re ready to be reasonable about this” and then storms past him out of the kitchen. After that she goes and quietly knocks on Mia’s door and asks if she can come in and smiles when she sees all her kids together but Mia just really wants her mom and so Carson apologizes to all of them that they had to hear her conversation with their dad but like Carson and Auston never fight or argue in front of their kids but show their kids that even if they’re upset with one another, they can still talk about it and it’s important to let each other know about those feelings. Anyways neither of the kids think they were actually fighting but know their mom is not happy with their dad hahaha but Carson asks Carter and Liv to give her and Mia some privacy and so they leave and Mia cuddles up to Carson on her bed and tears up again as she says “I really like him, mom. And I want dad to like him too” and Carson tells Mia a story saying “when I was a few years older than you are now Mia, I met your dad. We were friends at first, just like you and Owen, and then that eventually became something more. When me and your dad did start dating, I also had someone I was very nervous to find out and didn’t tell right away. It wasn’t your grandpa, he quite liked your dad, actually. But this was someone who’s opinion I’ve always valued and they mean a lot to me, just like how you feel about wanting your dad to like Owen. I was so afraid they wouldn’t like that me and your dad were in a relationship and at first they didn’t love it, but they came around.”

So Mia moves away slightly from her mom to look up at her and says “they ended up being happy for you and dad?” So Carson nods then Mia asks “who was it?” And Carson just smiles at her and says “it was Mitchy. And I don’t have a single doubt in my mind that your dad will come around like he did. Mitchy cared most about me being happy and I know at the end of the day, that’s what your dad cares about most when it comes to you.” And that makes Mia smile because she just thinks it’s crazy that her Mitchy made her mom so nervous about being with her dad and then Mia says “do you think Mitchy will react like dad when I tell him about Owen?” And Carson laughs then says “he’ll be dramatic for sure, but not because of Owen. Probably will tell you that you’re making him feel old” which makes Mia laugh and say “he always says that” and the two of them talk a little bit longer until someone knocks on the door and Auston peaks his head inside and says “can I come in?” And Carson glances to Mia, who is looking at her dad still before looking back to her mom then nods. So Carson pats Mia’s leg and says “I’ll let you two have some privacy” then gets up off the bed and walks toward Auston, giving him a slight warning glare but then winking before passing him and leaving the room and that’s when he and Mia talk it out.

After finally meeting Owen, Carson and Auston do love him a whole lot. He becomes part of the family. The only Owen related thing that causes a fight between Mia and Auston after that is one night when Mia sneaks out to go see him and doesn’t even tell him she snuck out. But Mia goes to cheer Owen on when he plays in the world juniors championship and then he gets accepted to play hockey at the University of Michigan and Mia travels to visit him, she’s with him when he gets drafted into the NHL and everything like that’s who she ends up with and the thing with Mia and Owen is that they’re soooooo much like Carson and Auston it hurts, like with how they are together and now physical touch is such a prominent love language for them. But Carson and Auston don’t even notice lmao, it’s everyone else that is like “Mia and Owen are literally the two of you 2.0”

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Boyfriend part 2

It was the third day into the two week holiday to Tenerife and you were enjoying yourself. Everyone was.

You and Phil of course took Lyla, Jack and Sasha came along with their son Thomas, Declan and Lauren brought Maddison and Max, Mason of course brought Jessica, Jack with James and Kennedy and Ben brought Ollie.

Phil still wasn’t overly joyful about Ollie and Lyla but he was getting there…kinda. He set some rules: if you’re in each other’s room the door stays open, no going walks by yourselves and the most important rule don’t be “too coupley” in front of him.

They were good at sticking to the rules, until today. Today was a different story.

Being on holiday really tired Lyla out and she had her head rested on Ollie’s shoulder all day, and he wasn’t exactly hesitant to wrap his arms around her too

Phil watched them like a hawk.

Right now all the kids are sat around the dining table outside while you and Phil along with all the other adults had drinks around the pool

“Phil need relax a bit” James tells him pulling Phil’s eyes away from the teens

“What?”

“See, he’s not even listening” Declan laughs

“He said you need to relax a bit” Mason tells him

“They’re 15, it’s not as if they are going to get pregnant” Ben says not really minding what he said but his comment make Phil choke on his drink

“Alright see rather than trying to kill Phil can you try to understand Phil’s point of view, i mean you two have daughters how would you feel if Jess came home with a boyfriend Mason and Dec what about Maddie. How would you feel if she got a boyfriend” Sasha tries to side with Phil

“Jess would never get a boyfriend” Mason laughs

“You do know we can hear you?” Jessica shouts over

“Kid i don’t mean like that i mean you know i would egg his house if you did”

“Egg his house?” Phil smirks

“You’re not egging my house” Ben shakes his head

“Dad!” Thomas shouts over grabbing Jacks attention

“Yeah?”

“Can we go into the town, we won’t be long. We might go to the beach as well”

Jack looks at everyone else for permission and you answer on Lylas behalf since Phil would be hesitant

“Yeah on you go then, remember stick together”

“We will” all the teenagers answer at the same time

It was around 9pm and was getting a little colder out, you watched as Ollie picked up his PSG away shirt and put it over Lyla and i can’t help but smile, you see Phil crack a small smile too but quickly hides it when you look at him

“Don’t pretend like i didn’t see that” you whisper to him

“She’s happy”

“She is” you smile at him as he leaning his back onto your chest

Teen’s pov

“So do you two want to go off for a quick shag and we will get you food?”

“Well Jack you’re definitely your fathers son” Maddie says

“Well anyways, you guys go in a little date for like half an hour and we will meet you at the usual food place. My dad said we have to be in, in an hour” Jack tells the group

“Okay, well we’re going to the beach. I’ll see you guys in a bit” Ollie says taking Lylas hand and walking down the open path to the beach

“It’s freezing” Lyla complains while her and Ollie sit down on the sand

“Maybe because you’re still in your bikini?” Ollie laughs and Lyla rolls her eyes resting her head on his chest

“Does your dad like me?”

“Oh he loves you, he just doesn’t like the fact that i have a boyfriend”

“babes that makes no sense”

“it does in my head”

“i’ll take that then”

“he said that he will continue to like you if you don’t get me in a Chelsea shirt, i told him he doesn’t need to worry about that. I will only wear one English club football shirt”

“Ah we’ll see about that. In our future our house will only have one type of blue”

“Yeah, sky blue”

“What if i’m playing for Chelsea?”

“Then tuff”

“You’re lucky that i like you”

“I would certainly hope so”

“would you come to one of my games?”

“i thought the season was over?”

“i’ve got one game left of the season”

“yeah then i’ll come, just message me plans and i’ll use my ‘daddy’s little girl’ look on my dad and he will drop me off wherever”

“sounds good” Ollie laughs

Eventually the teens arrive home to the Villa all laughing and giggling about something, nearly all the teens, Lyla wasn’t quite sure what they were laughing about, this catches all the adults attention

“What are you lot giggling about” Ben asks

“I’m just as confused as you” Lyla says standing and turning to them

“Do it Ollie” Max shouts and the next thing Lyla and Ollie go flying into the pool

“Oliver Benjamin Chilwell i am going to kill you” Lyla screams wiping her face as she comes above the water

Everyone around them laughs and Ollie climbs out the pool before helping Lyla out.

“Oh honey you’re drenched” you say to her watching the PSG shirt become see-through

“oh thanks mum i didn’t realise that” she says sarcastically

“you’ll be back in that pool miss foden” phil tells her laughing

“dad it’s not funny” she whines

Ollie picks up her towel wrapping it around her bringing her in for a hug while still laughing

“I’m sorry” he mumbles into her hair

“Now i’m more cold”

“You’re in Spain, you’ll dry off” Thomas smiles

“Right everyone, let’s get going to bed we’re going the water park tomorrow” Declan announces and all the teenagers head up to their rooms

It was early hours of the morning and you felt Phil moving beside you

“Are you okay?” you groan turning around to him

“I’m boiling i’m going to get a drink, do you want one?”

“Yeah just a water please”

“I’ll be back up shortly” he says placing a kiss on your head

While downstairs he bumps into Ollie who is also getting a drink

“Hiya Ollie”

“Hi Phil, it’s boiling tonight isn’t it”

“Definitely is, what do yous all do earlier”

“We went into the town and got food, and we just chilled on the beach”

“That’s good”

The awkwardness could be smelled from miles away, Ollie was uncomfortable with the fact that his girlfriends dad was sitting in the room with just him

“Listen Ollie, i think i was a bit harsh with you at the beginning. I’ve seen how happy you make Lyla and I love that smile on her so much that i’m more comfortable with her having a boyfriend now, i’m quite glad it’s you”

“Thanks Phil it means a lot, genuinely”

“She can’t be in my hands forever so just promise me you’ll protect her as long as you can”

“I promise”

Thank you to @shanwrites_ (on wattpad)who requested part 2 of this

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