#chelsea attempts to make gifs after months

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JON BERNTHAL as FRANK CASTLE

Season 1, Episode 2: Two Dead Men

#chelsea attempts to make gifs after months #i know the coloring sucks shhhh just look at the beard i promise nothing else will matter #frank castle #jon bernthal #the punisher #frankcastleedit #jonbernthaledit #marveledit #beardthal bash 2023 #BeardthalBash #fun fact! any time someone says “frank castle” this is the version of him that comes to my head #this is my frankie down to the outfit n everything #*mygifs

[talkdutchtome]

Glitch- chapter one

pairing . . . max verstappen x reader / mason mount x reader )

summary . . . when mason mount finds out that his assistant has been harbouring feelings for him for years, he makes it clear he doesn't feel the same way. but once he sees her become closer with formula 1 world champion max verstappen, he realises he may have underestimated his feelings towards the girl he has now pushed into the arms of another )

genre . . . angst )

song . . . glitch- taylor swift )

warning . . . tbd )

series masterlist . . . available here )

a/n . . .i wanted to thank everyone for the amazing feedback i got on my teaser. i hope the first chapter isn't too much of a let down after how long i made you all wait, i promise the wait for the next chapter won't be as long. also max will be in the next chapter )

Y/N was completely and unequivocally in love, the kind of love that made you feel like you were 14 years old in your room crying to Taylor Swift’s ‘You Belong With Me’, the kind of love that hurt more than it felt good. When she moved to London, desperate to get out of her sleepy town in the English countryside, and applied for a job to be the personal assistant to somebody who was then a relatively unknown professional footballer; she could have never imagined that this is where she’d be 5 years later. Y/N had joined Mason Mount’s team just as he had joined Derby County on lone and due to the fact that the man had just moved to a brand-new city away from all of his friends and family, the pair quickly bonded and developed a relationship that became more than one of an employer and his employee; they actually became friends. So, when Mason moved back to Chelsea at the end of his loan and they gave him the chance to upgrade to an assistant with much more experience working with premier league football players, he turned it down; likewise, when Y/N was scouted by another footballer who was offering more money and better hours, she also turned it down. They were happy. They were friends, maybe even best friends. Why then did Y/N consistently feel like something was missing? For months she couldn’t put her finger on it, couldn’t understand why she wasn’t completely happy, it wasn’t until one day when they were sat having one of their infamous movie nights that she understood what it was she was feeling. Despite Mason living in a penthouse apartment in the middle of London worth millions of pounds, their movie nights always took place at her flat, a much smaller one-bedroom place in, to put it bluntly, a much rougher area of the city. They would sit together on her sofa and put on a movie, (usually a cheesy late 90’s to early 2000’s romcom). And one day, she found herself watching Mason rather than the movie; she watched him watching the movie intently, giggling at the funny bits, tearing up at the sad bits, and she realized that she loved him.  

Every so often she thought that she should maybe put some space between herself and the footballer, to try and move on from her feelings for him, but then he would do something that would reel her back in, something that would make her think that maybe she had a chance. He would fall asleep cuddling her on the couch, he would dance a little bit too close to her at a party, he would seek her out after winning a big game and hug her so tightly she couldn’t breathe. But then she would overhear him telling Ben and Reece about his latest conquest or she would get a text message from him 15 minutes before he was due to come to hers for a movie night cancelling because he had a date. To put it plainly, she simply just did not know where she stood with her best friend. Despite sometimes feeling like there could be a chance of more between them, she never said a thing to Mason, valuing their friendship too much to risk it; so instead she just went about her life, following her best friend and the man she loved around the country, always hiding how she truly felt, or attempting too at least. There had been a few times when she was spending time with Mason and his friends, that one of them would catch her looking at Mason. There was one time when Ben actually asked her about it, asked if there was anything going on between the two friends, she had told him that there wasn’t, of course, but she could tell from his facial expression that he didn’t believe her. Truth be told, a lot of their mutual friends were worried about the two of them. 

So, when Mason and Y/N walked into the club together despite living in completely different areas of the city, Ben and Reece exchanged a look, wondering how their teammate could be so clueless. The rest of the night they watched the way the pair interacted; they watched the way that Y/N would look up at Mason with such love in her eyes whilst Mason looked at her like he would look at any other friend. They were caught between a rock and a hard place, they wanted to tell Mason what they knew so that he could stop leading her on, but they didn’t want to betray Y/N by telling her secret. Even though she was Mason’s friend more than anyone else's, they both really liked her and wanted to protect her from the hurt that her situation with Mason would inevitably bring. But when they caught sight of Mason sat with his arm thrown around the shoulders of the girl, periodically leaning in and whispering in her ear, they knew that they needed to saw something; and when Y/N walked up to the bar and got chatting to somebody on the way back, Ben knew that this was his opportunity. 

“Mason why did you and Y/N come in together, aren’t your places on opposite sides of the city?” Ben asked his best friend already knowing the answer to his question. Despite the fact that Y/N worked for Mason as his assistant, the pair were close, very close; so when they arrived to the party in the same car, Ben didn’t have to wonder too hard about the reason why. “Oh, she was at mine for a movie night last night and she was too tired to go home so she stayed.” Mason told his friend matter-of-factly, not seeing what the issue was or why his friend in front of him looked so annoyed. Even if you took away the widely inappropriateness of an employer having his employee stay at his house, there was the small issue of the fact that Y/N was madly in love with Mason and had been for years now. As much as she tried her best to keep it hidden, the only person in their circle that didn’t seem to know about it was Mason himself. Ben and Reece had a conversation a few days before, discussing whether they should tell Mason as from an outside perspective, even if it was unintentional, he did seem to be leading Y/N on; they both knew their friend extremely well, so they knew that he didn’t have the same feelings that she had for him and they knew that if Mason knew the full story there are aspects of his relationship with her that he might change.  

“Look mate,” Ben started, unsure of exactly what to say but knowing he needed to say something. “I think you should know that Y/N has feelings for you” Mason’s brows furrowed, completely taken aback by his friends' blunt honesty. “What? No are you sure?” he asked him, truly hoping that he was mistaken or playing some kind of prank. “I’m 100% sure, it’s obvious to be honest with you mate. You can see it in her eyes when she looks at you, she really truly loves you. Having her stay at your place and being that close to her, it’s going to make her think that someday you two could be more than friends, so if that’s not the case then you really need to reconsider doing things like that as it isn’t fair on her. Y/N’s a good girl, you know that she deserves to be happy.” Ben’s words make Mason’s head spin. Y/N was more to him than just his employee, she was one of his closest friends, but he really didn’t see her as anything but a friend. “Oh, fuck Ben what should I do?” Mason asked with his brain completely frazzled at this point, 15 minutes ago he was feeling great, he had just had a great day with one of his best friends and then then he came to a party to blow off some steam after a very stressful week, but now it seemed like everything had come crashing down. “I think you need to speak to her, make it clear that you value her friendship but you don’t see her as anything else, let her down gently.” he told Mason who simply nodded before starting to walk towards the girl in question who was at the bar talking to one of the other players girlfriends., the second Ben realized what he was trying to do he put a hand out to stop him from going over there, causing Mason to look back at him with a puzzled expression. “Maybe telling her right this minute isn’t the best idea though mate, considering you’re in public. Not to mention the fact we’ve all got that trip planned for the Spanish Grand Prix in a few days, maybe you should wait until after that. If things don’t go well that could make the whole trip so awkward.” Ben pleaded at his friend, but he could see on Mason’s face that his words were going in one ear and out the other. “Fine go, but be nice to her and you better not ruin the race for everyone” he relented, taking his arm off of his friend and letting him walk towards the unsuspecting girl.  

“Hey Y/N, can we talk?” Mason asked with no regard for the fact that she was already deep in conversation with somebody else. His bluntness combined with the pained look on his face made her recognize instantly that whatever he wanted to talk about wasn’t likely to be lighthearted. She hesitantly followed the man as he gestured for her to come along to a quieter part of the bar. Before she could ask what was going on, Mason had already asked her a question that made her stomach sink - “Do you have feelings for me?” She had absolutely no idea how to answer his question, of course she knew the answer; she had been pining after him for years at this point, but she just wasn’t ready for him to know that yet. “Will you please just answer my question?” he almost demanded, his harsh tone making her freeze. Looking up at her best friend with tear filled eyes she muttered the last thing he wanted to hear - “Yes”. Her voice was so faint that it didn’t come out as anything more than a whisper but to Mason it was the loudest thing he had ever heard. Y/N had imagined having this conversation with Mason so many times, imagined herself finally telling him that she loved him but in all her fantasies, in all her daydreams, he had never flinched like he had done just now. “Mason I -” she started but stopped in her tracks when she saw tears forming in her best friend’s eyes. “How could you do this Y/N, why would you ruin our friendship like this?” he asked her in genuine disbelief. Mason watched the girl stood in front of him stumble over her words, clearly not expecting to be asked that question, before putting her almost full glass down on the table and running out of the bar. 

In all of the daydreams she had had where Mason found out she loved him, he didn’t react like that in any of them, even the ones where he told her he didn’t reciprocate her feelings he was never that harsh, never that heartless. Y/N was nothing if not a realist, she truly didn’t expect him to come to her and tell her that he had always loved him too but she at least thought he would try to be nice about it, try to protect her feelings as much as possible, tell her that no matter what they would always be friends. Instead, he basically told her that their friendship was over, and she was the one responsible. She didn’t even have to wonder how Mason found out about it either, she knew Ben knew and she had also seen Mason and Ben talking moments before he came storming over to her. More than anything she just felt stupid; stupid for believing that somebody like Mason would ever love somebody like her, stupid for putting one of her most beloved friendships on the line over a schoolgirl crush, stupid for running away instead of explaining herself to him.  

“Y/N, are you okay” she heard a voice come from above her, breaking her train of thought. She was sat on the floor outside the club, staring into space clearly lost in thought, looking certifiably insane. Looking up she saw Reece James stood before her. There was no question that Reece knew what had happened but even still Y/N wasn’t sure if she should talk to him about it. Whilst she was closest to Reece out of all of Mason’s friends and teammates and she would consider him to be a friend, he was still Mason’s friend before anything else. There was also a good chance that anything she does tell him would be repeated to Mason. As if he could read her mind, he spoke again “You know you can speak to me right, I’m not going to tell anyone. I’m sorry that Ben told him by the way” he sat down on the street next to her. “It’s okay I don’t blame him; I understand that he wanted to protect his friend” her words were met with Reece shaking his head, “No actually I think he wanted to protect you” he said causing her brows in confusion. “He tho- We thought that the way he acted with you was a bit unfair, doing things that were giving you hope that you could be more than friends. Mason’s not a bad guy and he wouldn’t do that stuff on purpose, so we wanted to make sure he knew what he was doing.” Y/N looked up at the man's face, his serious expression laced with sincerity; she could tell that he was telling the truth and that he and Ben truly cared about her and wanted to protect her from hurt. “Thank you, Reece, make sure to tell Ben that I’m not annoyed at him for saying anything.”  

“Of course, I will. I know we only know you though Mason but you’re our friend as well okay, remember that.” He said before he threw his arm around her pulling her into a hug. “So what do you think is going to happen now?” he asked her. “Oh I really don’t know, he seemed pretty mad at me. I think I’ll probably leave the Grand Prix this weekend though, give things a chance to cool off”  

“What no you can’t do that, you love F1 and it’s your first opportunity to go to a race, you can’t miss that because of him. Worst case scenario, go and stick with me. You can’t give up those sweet paddock passes, what if you meet a cute driver eh?” he said jabbing his fingers into her sides playfully teasing her in an attempt to get her to smile. “I’ll think about it” she said, attempting to fight the smile on her face but to no avail. “You going to come back in or are you going to head home? We probably look crazy sat out here like this” he asked her and she paused thinking about it, she thought about going back in and trying to talk to Mason, to try and fix everything. After a moment she shook her head “No I think I should give him some space” Recce nodded understanding her decision before walking over to a cab and giving them her address along with enough money in cash to cover her journey three times over. “You get home safe okay” she nodded before thanking him for being to kind to her tonight. Just before she had the chance to close the door he spoke again “Y/N wait, are you going to be okay? I could call someone if you need?” Again, she found herself smiling at the care Reece had shown her. “No, I’ll be okay, I always am” 

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[iinsertblognamee]

body slam

summary ― a guy runs on the field mid-game and does the one thing that set's sam off. he touches you.

pairing ― sam kerr x reader

warning/s ― angst? dickhead, fluff

based off this request

You loved meeting your fans. It was one of your favourite things in the world, people coming to cheer you on - your name on their jersey. After every game, you would go to the stands, talk with fans, take as many photos and sign as many items as you could before you were called back to the changing rooms. And as much as you loved your fans, sometimes they took it too far. 

You were well into the second half of the game by now, neither Chelsea nor Juventus had yet to score any goals and both teams, as well as the fans, were getting tired. You had been sticking to the right side of the field for most of the game, a play you and the trainers had been trying out. The screaming of your name would come and go as you would move from play to play, and although you were heavy in the game, one voice kept standing out to you. 

There was something different, you couldn’t put your finger on it but that particular voice kept you on edge all game. Guro had noticed the distress almost immediately, you brushing it off - not wanting to take hers or your attention off the game at hand. 

The time moved along, minute after minute - still no points on the scoreboard for either team. The calling of your name got more aggressive as the game continued, slowly creating more space between you and the stands as you moved further into the middle. You could hear Emma calling out for you to move back into position but your gut told you to keep as much distance as you could. 

You knew the game was almost over, looking around at the girls as you attempted to catch your breath. Games like this were hard, the team putting in the effort although the scoreboard doesn’t show it. Cheers from the crowd keep you going, although you seem to miss the moment the cheers change - the sound of your name being called coming closer and closer. 

You shift your body to take a look at the voice, a man making his way over to you with his phone out. 

“Y/N I need to speak with you. I’ve been trying to get in contact with you for months” 

He continues to walk towards you, you taking two steps back - almost running into Guro. You look around, the refs looking around although not seeming to make any attempt to create distance between you and the man calling out for you. 

He manages to get close enough to you, his hand reaching out to grab you as Guro pulls you into her. You catch girls from both teams coming in closer, Millie’s voice telling the guy to back off breaks through his rant. 

You remove your gaze from him, looking around for your girlfriend. Sam came into view, a frown on her face. It’s the wrong move, as before you could comprehend what has happened, you feel your head being pulled back - your body following from the force. His grip twists your ponytail as you fall into his chest. 

You hear the yells of team members from both sides, arms going in the air, as multiple people pull you out of his grip - he doesn’t let go easy, you letting out a cry as he tries to hold onto your hair tighter before ultimately letting go. Your heart is beating a million beats per second, your hand on your chest as you feel someone’s hands on your cheeks trying to grasp your attention. 

You manage to focus on the person in front of you, Guro. A frown on her face as you watch her scan over your face and body to look for any injuries. “You okay?” she asks, her hands now on your shoulders. You nod your head in response, not sure what else can be said in the moment as you break your eyes away from Guro and look for Sam once more. 

You catch sight of the man once more, although your attention turns to Sam - and almost in slow motion you watch as she charges up to him, slamming her shoulder and hip into his body and watching as he falls flat on his ass. The cheers of the stands break through your shock, the ref coming up to give Sam a yellow card and you find yourself running over to them - ready to tell the ref off. 

What the hell is wrong with them? 

You manage to catch the end of Sam’s rant with the ref, her arms up in the air as you watch her shake her head and scoff. “-He physically touched one of my players, and you two stood there and let it happen”. 

The refs attempt to argue back but Sam shakes her head once again, walking off as Millie watches past you and towards them to defuse the situation at hand. Sam and you catch each other’s eyes, and within seconds you are in her embrace. Her hands now checking all over to ensure you were okay. You let out a small wince as she grazes over the back of your head where your (loose) ponytail now sat - her lips dropping into a bigger frown. 

“It’s okay, just a little sore” 

It’s not the right thing to say, Sam’s grip on your waist hardening. 

“Shouldn’t have happened love” she mumbles, letting out a controlled breath. Something you had taught her to use whenever she was feeling stressed or frustrated in a game. You bring your hand behind her ear, bringing her closer to you as your foreheads touch.

“I’ll be okay, I have you to nurse me back to health once this game is finished” 

She lets out a small hm in agreement, her eyes closed. You can tell she’s just focusing on the breathing technique and from what you could tell it was working. 

You could feel team members from both sides coming up to you asking you if you were okay, taps on your back. The situation rips through the whole group. Soon enough the refs state that the game is to continue, and although you are physically okay - you choose to sub the rest of the game off. Cheers erupt as you walk off, the rest of your teammates waiting for you, patting you on the back as you grab a side off to the side. 

Soon enough the final whistle blows, and Sam is back in front of you within seconds - water bottle in hand. She practically forces you to take sips, as she suggests seeing a medic (which you refuse). Team members came up to ask if you were okay, some wondering what exactly had happened as they were too far away to catch the scene. You explained multiple times that you were fine, just a small headache and that you didn’t really know what had happened exactly - all that you remember was seeing the guy coming towards you and then him pulling you by your hair. 

Through the madness of team meetings, giving your reports on the incident and convincing Sam you were okay you had managed to make it home. Sam put you on bed rest as she ran around to ensure you had an icepack for your head, water and food on the bedside table and after many times of begging Sam to calm down and join you - you had your girlfriend holding you as she massaged your head. the current TV show two of you were bingeing and playing on the screen in front of you. 

Between the massage, the forehead kisses and Sam’s body heat calming you down, you drifted off to sleep - Sam joining you not long after.

#sam kerr x reader #sam kerr imagines #sam kerr imagine #woso imagine #woso imagines #woso x reader #request

[idontknowwhatimdoinglol]

Hey! If you don’t mind can you do a fic where yandere Marcus Volturi(movies) finds his mate in a human girl who has a shield like Bella so he can’t use Chelsea or Corin to tie her down. Maybe a stubborn mate that’s not putting up with him trying to lock her up and runsaway to prove a point. Just imagine a yandere Marcus stressing because he feels like he might lose her like he lost Didyme plus like 2,000 years of touch starved and hopelessness. Feel free to ignore if you don’t like it🥰

Ofc anon!

Yandere Marcus volturi x reader (stubborn)

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you ran through the dark streets of voltera out of breath and tired, it would have been more logical to escape during the day but night was when your captor hunted giving you a slim chance at freedom. you came to volterra with your friends on what was supposed to be a relaxing vacation, it was anything but that. you and your friends had been invited to tour the volturi castle unaware of the monsters that lied inside, the monsters that killed the innocent tourists that fell for the trap like so many others. but not you, they left you standing amongst it all scared and shaking, that is when you met him. needless to say it was a surprise and joy to Marcus when he discovered he had another mate, a second chance at love, one that he would never lose again. he was nice at first not wanting to scare you or force you to love him. thinking you would do it on your own he gave you freedom to move around the castle but the first time you tried to escape he became panicked and realized that giving you said freedom would make him lose you. it took him awhile to realize you had a shield gift but it was jane who had brought it to his attention when she found you trying to escape for the second time and attempted using her gift of you, when it didn't work she took you back by force. You were locked away in marcus's private chambers where only he and the few he aloud could be near you, finding out that you were immune to their gifts nearly drove him mad with fear of not being able to stop you from leaving. But after months of convincing him that you wouldn't run he had left you alone, not for long but long enough for you to escape the castle. Now here you were running through the dark streets of volterra, silently hoping the rushing sounds around you were the wind rather then what you escaped from, just as you reached the border of the city you were pinned against a wall, the force knocking the air out of you. Of course the one responsible for this was jane, she had never bothered being gentle with you not caring that you were human. "You know that your are not aloud out of the castle, it is quite rude to hurt your mate by continuing to run from him" she says giving you a blank stare, her red eyes peircing. You managed to wiggle from her grip, half knowing that she didn't just loosen it for fun, as you guessed once your back was turned to the alleyway your mate sped from behind holding you close, his face in your hair. "You do not know how worried I was my love" he mumbles holding you tighter "thank you jane, that will be all" marcus says barely looking up to look at her as she sped away, "Marcus i-" you start, trying to defend yourself with an excuse of why you ran away "shh it's alright my love, I know you didn't run because you don't love me, it's because I haven't given you enough love" he smiles, holding your warm hand in his "the sun will rise soon, im sure your quite exhausted from your adventures" he says before picking you up bridal style, you didn't fight him, you knew you couldn't you just had to accept this for now, until you could find a way to escape. But deep down you knew that you would never escape, he wouldn't let you. You are his mate after all

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[findingnemosworld]

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 - 𝐛𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥

・𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: @a-little-bit-rascal

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥.

Y/N was a firm believer of fate, that whatever occurs was predetermined for her - and apparently going through two heartbreaks seemed to be the case, and while it does not seem that big of a deal to some, for her it was; as her heartbreaks were plastered online for everyone to see, Y/N was no ordinary girl, she'd been fortunate to break through the industry as a popular actor and dancer which had garnered her a sizable following, the exact following that saw her break down and come undone only to rise and get straight to work not allowing herself to fully grief the heartbreak until she was in her hometown, and yet somehow, after those heartbreak she was blessed, and it all started the day she had been invited to attend Wimbledon.

She was seated next to a handsome brunette man, around her age dressed in an all black casual yet stylish ensemble, with sunglasses over his eyes, and it wasn't until he removed them that she realized exactly who he was - Chelsea and England's star, Ben Chilwell.

The pair exchanged small talk which quickly formed into a conversation after the event as they exchanged numbers, Ben had even taken the initiative by asking her out on a date, then another and another when time was possible, yet in the midst of those six months nearing seven, they'd never discussed the possibility of becoming anything more than just two adults casually spending time together, while she didn't fault him for not labelling their relationship ( that's if it's a relationship ) she couldn't help but feel lost.

She knew she liked him, quite a lot yet the fear of abandonment, or worse, being dumped for the third time took over, hence why she never brought it up, firmly believing that Ben didn't see them going as far as they can.

Except he did.

You see, while Y/N was stressing over the prospect of them going far in their relationship, Ben was so enamored by her that his England teammates were the unfortunate victims of his affinity for the dancer, particularly James Maddison.

" Mate " James interjects, " I know you're obsessed with her, but for the love of all that is holy, stop! "

It was then that Ben realized that he had been oversharing a bit too much, " Sorry bout that " he murmurs.

" It's fine " James said, " I understand how you feel, I mean I was like that when I first met Kennedy, and here I am, three kids in and happily in love " he grew silent before smiling, " I have an idea, why don't we invite her to come? "

" I don't know mate, she's probably busy " Ben shrugs, as he knew she had a tight schedule of performances and the fact that he didn't want to scare her by making such a big move.

" Listen, Kennedy won't be able to come because she has to watch over the kids, I'll ask her to phone Y/N and see if she can come to Poland instead " James said, then adds with an eye roll, " If she says yes, you will man up, ask her to be your girlfriend and hopefully, get me out of my misery "

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This is ludicrous, she shouldn't have allowed herself to be persuaded like this yet here she was, at the airport in the small shop looking at something to get for Ben - all the while she was debating if she should just walk out and miss the flight, her thoughts were soon broken by a familiar sound, she looks up to see Aine May in front of her, the girlfriend of Ben's teammate, Conor Gallagher.

" Y/N " Aine May smiles, embracing her before frowning. " You alright? "

Y/N attempted to wave it off with a smile, " Yeah, I just - I was looking for something to get Ben before the flight and I ... " she trails off and swallows the lump in her throat, " Am I making the right choice? I mean, we aren't even serious and here I am acting like a girlfriend " she chuckles.

The blonde girl shakes her head, " Show me your ticket? "

Y/N complies, giving her the ticket; Aine May grins, " we are literally sitting next to one another, come on, I'm getting a new cologne for Conor since he finished his last one "

They spent the next hour roaming through to get what they felt was fitting, and then boarding the flight. Y/N's mind felt messy, yet Aine May assured her that she'll be fine, that Ben would be happy to see her as several of the other WAG's would be there, the only thing she can hope for was that Ben would be happy to see her, otherwise ... this will be a terrible idea.

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( I know England flopped in the match but let's pretend they didn't )

The teams were in the tunnel, Ben stood behind James - and while he tried his best to focus, his brain draws back to Y/N and when James turned to him, he sighs. " Mate, relax! " he said, Ben sighs and shakes his head, " I should have asked her to come, I mean ... I miss her a lot, I know I sound like a sap but it's true "

" Yes, you do sound like a sap " James sighs softly, " Now, focus on the game and who knows, maybe she did come, I mean Kennedy didn't say anything but you never know " he shrugs.

They were ushered out onto the pitch, and Ben opted not to dwell on Y/N and instead try his best to pour his focus onto the upcoming match - they'd taken the pictures and were then dispersed onto the pitch in their assigned positions, the first half was definitely intense for England as clearly Ukraine were attempting their best to score early and unfortunately they'd done just that, the goal had definitely placed a damper on them throughout the first half up until the extra minutes when they walked in.

_

Y/N was able to catch the end of the first half and was heartbroken seeing the dejection on Ben as well as the England players as they had hoped not to concede, she took her seat next to Aine May who filled her on what happened earlier, the pair continued to chat until the second half began which seemed to pan out better for England who had thankfully equalized the scoresheet thanks to Kyle Walker's goal.

At around the 58th minute, England were awarded a corner which Ben jogged up to the corner to perform, and right then; he looked up and saw her, his face lights up almost instantly and just then, he turns around executing the corner which thankfully had the ball pushed into the net by Jude Bellingham thus granting England the lead over Ukraine, and provided them with momentum to keep the match in their favor until the very end.

Aine May nudges Y/N to alert her of Ben running over to greet her, what she didn't expect was to be greeted by a warm embrace followed by a soft kiss that radiated a deep sense of longing, " I missed you so much " Ben whispers.

" Yeah? " Y/N beams.

" Thank god you're here " James interrupts them, " He was driving us mad with how much he missed you " he laughs.

" Finally mate " Jude yells with a laugh.

" God knows how long we had to sit and endure him sapping over how much he missed her " Declan joins in.

" Stop it you two " came the voice of their captain and friend Harry Kane, " it's not his fault he's in love " he chuckles.

" But he had us wanting to drive heads up the wall Haz " Jude groans.

" Yeah, plus we couldn't sleep well " Conor said.

Y/N looks at Ben who blushes, " That bad huh? "

" You can't even imagine " Ben chuckles.

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[ac3may]

“Stop beating around the bush!” ~ Rachel Daly x Reader

Was in a Daly mood and wrote a little something, requests are sparking lots of ideas so keep them coming!💙

Prompt: "Stop beating around the bush!"

Words: 2.1k

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Getting your first England senior team call up you had never been more excited! You thought that it was a feeling that would fade, but the pride you feel to be one of the lucky ones selected only ever increases, even after eight years. 

Arrival day at camp had to be one of your favourite moments, the anticipation of seeing everyone again. Hanging out like kids at summer camp never got old especially when your two best friends were scheduled to join you! 

After your contract ran out the previous summer, your show-stopping performance in the Euros had clubs across the globe, but specifically in Europe, fighting for you. Eventually, Barcelona won out and you relocated to Spanish soil for the foreseeable future. What you hadn’t accounted for was one of your closest friends making her return from the USA the same month you moved.

You, Millie, and Rachel had been a trio for as long as many people remember. Ever since you made your respective debuts in 2016 you’ve all been attached at the hip. Just the best of friends right?

Wrong. They were your best friends and you wouldn’t trade them for the world.

But you have been in love with Rachel since the moment you walked into your hotel room on your first camp to find her belting Céline Dion at the top of her lungs. You hadn’t ever admitted your more-than-platonic feelings to the girl herself, but your Chelsea counterpart was certainly aware. Millie had been the person to hold you tight after a couple too many drinks had you sobbing on the bathroom floor, wailing about why Rachel didn’t love you.

No matter how much you pretended that night didn’t happen Millie has never let go of what she heard. Sly looks, subtle nudges and occasional desperate begging all a part of her attempts to get you to admit your feelings. 

Despite Covid having taken away your tradition of rooming with Rachel each England camp one that continued strong was the movie night the two of you exclusively shared every first night. 

A knock at the door indicates your best friend's arrival. Shaking your head from your Daly-consuming thoughts you compose yourself with a breath before opening it wide. The way Rachel saunters in so casually you could assume she lived there too. Greeting you with a smile, “sorry! I would’ve been here sooner but I couldn’t get Tooney to stop nattering!” She announces kicking off her sliders before gracefully belly-flopping onto the king-sized bed. 

“I bet!” You say chuckling at the thought, perching on the edge of the mattress, “I was looking through Netflix and I couldn’t find anything good, I was thinking maybe Disney?”

Nodding in absent-minded agreement, still lying belly down, Rachel turns to you over her shoulder, “what are you doing all the way over there?” She asks sulkily, a grin breaking out on your face as she reaches out to you. Wrapping her fingers around your wrist she pulls you forcefully face-down into the duvet, the abrupt movement shocking you briefly before you’re both rolling about in fits of laughter. 

“Stop it! Stop it!” Rachel’s squeals are accompanied by her hands pushing at yours as she fights to stop you from tickling her. With a final giggle, you finally ease your movements watching enamoured as Rachel’s body relaxes and she drops onto your pillows less than elegantly, panting out breaths. 

Relaxing against the headboard, shoulder to shoulder with the Aston Villa player you huff with frustration. “Come on Rach! Pick something already!” You insist, eyes trained on the page of movies she’d been scrolling through for the past ten minutes. 

With an exasperated sigh, she throws her hands in the air dramatically, “I can’t decide!” She declares, “you choose!” Despite rolling your eyes at the antics you’re quick to snatch your laptop back from her, immediately scrolling to the animated movie section. 

“Let’s do a classic,” you decide, cursor moving across the thumbnails of the Walt Disney animated movies. “Okay…” you hum gently as your eyes settle, “Beauty and the Beast? Tarzan? Orrrrrr, Tangled?” 

Turning your head to look at Rachel she chooses the same moment to move her gaze from the screen to you. You freeze. Your faces are so close you can feel the light tickles of her breath against your skin, you can’t bring yourself to pull away as you analyse her bright blue irises, somehow missing the way her eyes flicker across your face and land on your lips.

Clearing your throat harshly you manage to break the moment, ignoring it entirely as you raise your eyebrows to question her film choice. Shaking her head, the blonde directs her attention solely to the screen between you two, “Tangled,” she mutters with a decisive nod of her head. Nodding yours in return, confused by her unusual cold attitude, you press play.

Shifting your body again you try and find a comfortable position, a task which is becoming increasingly difficult as Rachel is very intentionally avoiding all physical contact. Usually, she’s begging to cuddle up for film nights and is always dragging you to squash together on the sofa or share a beanbag. You can help but wonder what you had done to cause the sudden shift, had you been too obvious?

“Can you stop squirming?” The mutter lacks the playful infliction you’re used to and you freeze immediately, unsure of how to tackle your next move. 

You eventually huff out, “sorry," with a roll of your eyes, giving up on watching the princess and criminal duo, rolling onto your back and picking up your phone instead. After five or so minutes of tension-filled silence, Rachel finally resolves to flick her eyes from where they’d been locked on the screen to glance at you. The disappointment which floods her at your clear lack of interest in the tradition is indescribable.  

Unable to manage the fear, confusion and upset whirling within her Rachel channels them all into annoyance, snapping at you abruptly, “you chose this film you know!” She reminds.

“Like you even care!” With a side-eye glance at her you can’t help the impulsive response that escapes you, finally fed up with her sudden mood change. 

“What does that mean?” Rachel is hesitant but with her hothead winning out she can’t help but get defensive, sitting up from her lounging position to confront you properly.

“You’ve been in a mood with me since the minute I touched the laptop! You’re the one who told me to pick a film! I thought Tangled was your favourite?!” All your frustrations release at that moment as you slam your phone into the bedsheets and push into a sitting position, turning to face her too. 

Seemingly taken back the blonde can’t even hold eye contact with you as she mutters, “it- it is!” She’s surprised and flattered you’d remembered such a mundane thing. Seeing the way she’d obviously made you question yourself guilt consumed her. She’d been so distracted trying to protect herself she had lacked any and all consideration for you. 

“Come on Rach!” Unimpressed at the minimal response and more desperate than ever to find out the cause of your best friend's troubles, you yell. “Stop beating around the bush! Just tell me what’s going on already!”

Watching the way her fingers pick at the skin around her nails nervously your eyes immediately soften. Reaching out you gently entwine her digits with yours, adding a whispered, “please,” to the end of your outburst.

Finally allowing herself to meet your eyes for the first time since the movie began you’re given an exclusive look at the fear swimming in them. You desperately want to bundle the woman into your arms and protect her from everything. But determined to avoid anything which will close her off again you simply squeeze her hand with an encouraging nod. “It’s- I, I don’t want to make it weird.” Her words are barely a whisper, a harsh contrast to the loud voices you’d been exchanging previously. 

You smile at her gently, “Rach we’re besties remember? It’s been eight years! If you haven’t scared me off yet I doubt this will.” You can’t help the nervous chuckle that escapes at the words, despite wanting to ease her mind you’re concerned with what would possibly be serious enough for this much hesitancy. 

Rachel nods to herself in some form of self-support before dropping eye contact and whispering a sentence which is completely inaudible to you. Squinting as if it would help you hear you ask, “what?” She speaks a little louder the second time but it’s still too much of a mumble to be understood. “I can’t hear you, Rach,” you stroke your thumb lightly across the back of her hand, still in yours. 

 With a roll of eyes and obvious frustration, the abrupt blurting of words shocks you as she repeats herself a third time.

“I LOVE YOU!”

It's like you’re brain malfunctions at the words, your tongue tripping as you stumble over any possible response until finally, you manage to compose yourself enough for a single word. “What?” 

Your eyes are wide and you practically forget Rachel is in the room, you drop her hands and instead move to pinch your own arm, convinced this is some kind of fantasy. “I told you it would make things weird!” 

Immediately you’re snapped back to reality, the distress in Rachel’s voice feeling too much for you to bare but when you meet her eyes again and see the tears brimming your heart truly breaks and you’re aching to reassure her. “No, no, no Rach! Not at all!” You grab at her hand, holding tightly, “I love you too!” You declare joyfully, the words bursting from you, “I have for years.”  Your final admittance is vulnerable and has Rachel meeting your eyes again. 

“Huh?” Her confusion is evident, “you didn’t say anything!” She accuses, there’s disbelief but no anger in her words. You can’t help the broad grin which has been permanently on your face since her announcement. 

“You didn’t either!” Laughter joins your words.

“I didn’t know!” She declares, pointing a heavy finger into your chest accusatorially causing you to wince with a chuckle. “That’s why I was late, it wasn’t Ella, I told Millie that over Christmas I admitted to myself I liked you and she was trying to convince me to tell you.”

“Of course, she was,” you roll your eyes, “explains why she wasn’t begging to join movie night for once though!” You laugh, Rachel joins you in laughter as you register the rest of her words.

Breaking the melodic sounds abruptly, “Hey! You better more than like me Daly! I haven’t pined after you for years to just be a mindless crush!” The obvious teasing in your tone has Rachel reciprocating your energy as she rolls her eyes. 

“I can’t believe you thought you could accuse me of not saying when you’ve been hiding it so much longer! I didn’t realise how lovable I was!” She teases, fanning herself with her hand in feign-flattery. 

Swatting her lightly, ever the competitive pair, your response is immediate, “well at least we know who makes the better actress! You were falling all over yourself the moment were within inches of each other!” Rachel simply shakes her head at you, an adoring smile settling on her face. With the reality of the situation finally hitting you you’re able to analyse exactly why Rachel had been acting the way she had all night, it was her defences rising due to the fear of being hurt. 

“How close were we?” Rachel asks, acting innocent but you could sense the ulterior motive. 

Choosing to play her game you hum lightly in response, leaving an obvious gap between you. “I don’t remember, how about you show me?”

Watching her smile morph into a smirk you feel as though your heart physically grows within your chest, all the positive emotions swirling inside desperate to burst. Shifting her weight Rachel kneels on the bed, leaning closer to you, nerves evident in her heavy breaths. “About her-”

Lacking the patience for her slow movements the blonde never finishes her sentence as you crash your lips together. Hers warm and soft. After all these years the moment was everything you had dreamed it to be and more. 

Pulling back mere centimetres was too much, soft breath tickling beneath your nose as you admired each other. Your hands settle on her hips, and pulling her closer she decides to place a knee on either side of your body, straddling you.

You gasp as she settles on your lap, eyes falling closed briefly. You hear the defender’s giggle and then her lips are enclosing over yours again. Sparks ignited in the both of you the kiss becoming heavier as you grew in confidence. A hand reaches up to tangle in your hair, one of yours reaching to cup her face tentatively. 

So absorbed in each other neither of you notice when the heavy wood of the hotel door opens, it's only when the loud northern voice of your best friend makes itself know that your bubble bursts, “Finally! I was beginning to think I’d be stuck in the middle of your pining forever!”

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[neverinadream]

~~~~~~~~~ | M Y H E A D C A N O N S | ~~~~~~~~~

~~~~~~ | A N E W Y E A R W I T H Y O U | ~~~~~~

Summary: Neither of you know where exactly you stand as you celebrate the new year.

Pairing: Christian Pulisic x Reader

Requested: Yes

Song Inspo: Clearest Blue - CHVRCHES

Warnings: fluff, situationship to relationship, feelings of confusion, film student!reader because why not?, not edited

Notes: this is just a headcanon...did you like it? would you like more of them in the future?? i also got a little carried away....oops...anyway, feedback is always appreciated!!!

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To you, your relationship with Christian was a bit of an enigma. You had no idea what you were.

You had met each other through Kai's girlfriend, Sophia, whom you had randomly met when your coffee orders had been mixed up. A few months into your friendship, she had insisted that you came along to a games night that she and Kai were hosting.

At first, you were apprehensive about it, unsure if their friends, footballers with a level of fame you couldn't begin to imagine, were going to accept you, a film student, who worked two jobs to pay for your shitty, little apartment. But you quickly realised your worries were for nothing.

And you also came to quickly realise Sophia's true intentions.

The couple had already picked the teams before any of you had even arrived. They made some excuse about not wanting Mason and Ben being on the same team, when in reality, they were just making sure that you and Christian were paired together.

At first, you were a little shy around each other, saying very little unless it was needed. But when you began to play a round of Jeopardy and one of the categories was film & TV, you quickly impressed him with your ability to recall facts about films, shows and directors he didn't even know existed.

When he asked how you even knew such facts like how Paul Schrader wrote the film Taxi Driver in two weeks, or how it was James Cameron himself that drew the charcoal picture of Kate Winslet, you simply shrugged your shoulders and said you were a film student.

A couple days after the games night, and multiple hours of debating whether or not to message you, Christian, after getting your number from Kai, had finally messaged you.

To say you were feeling a little bit of a thrill when you saw his name attached to the message was an understatement.

And so the next five months began...

At first it was just getting coffee together on the mornings when you both had the time for it. You both met in the same spot: a small, independent coffee shop, that doubled as bookstore. But this quickly turned into him bringing you lunch one afternoon, after you had told him you couldn't make it to one of your "coffee dates."

You had told him you were going to be stuck in the library all day, attempting to finish an assignment at the very last minute, and for him to not think that you had stood him up. That day, when he showed up with lunch for the two of you, easily convincing you to take a break, you knew your crush was so much more than a crush.

After that, your morning coffees became brunch, or even dinner, if you both had the time for it. Christian had even attempted to cook you his favourite dish, but when you turned up at his, the smoke alarm was going off and you had found Christian, with a dishcloth in his hand, trying to get the smoke to go out of the patio doors.

You learnt that day that Christian possessed no ability to cook.

You eventually settled on pizza and shared your first kiss, of which he made the first move, before the ending credits of your favourite film were rolling.

Your first kiss were the many of firsts with him: your first Chelsea match, sitting next to Sophia, who explained the bits you didn't understand, your first time meeting his sister, an slightly awkward encounter over facetime, which had Christian stuttering and stumbling over his own words when she had asked if you were the secret girlfriend, and the reason behind him smiling so much, you first "sleepover" and a manner of other things.

And yet neither had the courage to ask the other what you were to each other.

Christian wasn't just falling in love with you, he WAS in love with you, and he had planned to finally tell you on New Years Eve.

The NYE celebrations were happening in the very first place that you two had met: at Kai and Sophia's place. And Christian had been keeping close attention to the time. When you asked what was distracting him, he justshook his head, gave you a smile, and told you he was just distracted by your outfit, which only earned him a playful smile and a shoft shove of the arm.

For most of the night, you both stood off to the side, content with each other's company, and playing a little game you had both come up with. It was trying to guess what conversations people were having from the expressions they were pulling.

You had danced a little, but it had only happened because Sophia had managed to convince you to, and for the whole time, Christian's attention was only on you.

He had even told one woman that he was here with his girlfriend, which you weren't officially, not yet, when she attempted to flirt with him. He loved how easy it was for him to call you his girlfriend.

His girlfriend....

When it finally came to counting down to the new year, his focus was completely on you. He had even forgotten to count down, of which you had noticed, after you had counted down to seven and hadn't heard his voice.

So when you turned your to face him, you hadn't expected to find him looking at you. There was a look of love in his eyes and you had even thought they had twinkled for a second, but you had convinced yourself it was just the lights. When you went to ask him what was wrong, he cuts you off with a kiss.

And it wasn't one of your usual kisses. There was a hidden message behind it. A message of love.

So when everyone around you was cheering, shouting happy new year at the top of their lungs, and couples were trading notions of affection, Christian released three very important words.

"I love you."

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in for another kiss, which he could only presume was a good thing. When you pulled away, you stroked his cheek lovingly with your thumb and smiled as you replied, "I know." He raised his eyebrows and you giggled, telling him, "you sometimes talk in your sleep and last week you said 'I love you, Y/N.' I love you too, by the way."

Both of you had ended the previous year not knowing where you stood with the other and had started the new year knowing exactly where you now stood.

~~~~~~~ | F O O T B A L L T A G L I S T | ~~~~~~~

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[0alanasworld0]

Change of heart (Hakim Ziyech x reader) *request

Request: "you are a new to the social media. One day during game you hear (either the players on the other team or people in the stadium) saying very rude and inappropriate which does make you uncomfortable. Ziyech notices, however continues the match, but once everyone gone, he pulls you aside and ask if you are ok. You are shock by this since he’s always hostile towards you"

Warnings: mentions of catcalling/bodyshaming

Your new job working on Chelsea's social media is wonderful. Reasonable hours, good pay, you’ve made so many new friends already. You seriously couldn’t ask for more. Admittedly, you wished a certain Moroccan player would be a little nicer to you but that isn’t enough to outweigh the positives. You love it here. However, you must admit that some of those interactions make you think twice about things. You try to be nice but it's to no avail.

“Hi! How are you feeling after yesterday?” you ask with a bright smile on your face.

“Fine, i guess.” he responds curtly, eyes looking anywhere but your own and you’re confused by his coldness.

“That cross was wonderful, I thought you’d be doing much better tha-” you attempt to joke but he just cuts you off,

“Yeah sorry, I have to get to training.” already jogging to the training ground before you can even finish your sentence.

You’ve accepted it. You and Hakim simply don’t get along. You don't know exactly what you’ve done for him not to like you but he makes his feelings clear regardless. He either isn’t bothering to acknowledge your existence or rolling his eyes when he’s forced to. 

“Hakim, we organised this shoot weeks ago and you agreed. What’s changed?” you ask, exasperated by his nonchalance. You have deadlines to meet for posts and if you can’t keep up, you fear that the job you love so much is going to be on the line.

“Let’s not be dramatic about this, it's for an instagram post. The world isn’t going to end because a couple of us can’t show up to one of many photoshoots. Your world won’t come crumbling down because of one delay.” he rolls his eyes, trying to make his way past you and to training. You stop him before he can get away from the conversation.

“You do realise all of this has been planned so I have enough time to edit, right? These posts need to be put out in a month and I’d like more than a couple days to make sure it’s all ready for posting.” you reply, anger levels rising at his lack of consideration. The players aren’t the only people in this club. You’re quite shocked by how little empathy he has for you especially.

“Well I can't exactly cancel this event so I guess you’re gonna have to pull yourself together and get on with it.” He scoffs and walks away. You don't stop him this time, it’s hopeless at this stage and you go back to your office, rearranging your whole timetable to work around Hakim’s sudden cancellation.

“... just so dramatic. I don’t know why we’re hiring random people off of the streets of London to do these jobs. If she can’t handle the stress, she shouldn’t be here in the first place.’ you overhear Hakim tell one of the other players. You stay, hoping that it isn’t you he’s talking about you. You do admire Hakim as a player at the end of the day. He puts his all into every game and makes the most of the few minutes he is given. You think it's a travesty that a player of his level is so heavily underutilised. 

“Seriously, I don't understand how one delayed shoot could make such a big difference. If she’s not organised enough to anticipate things and have back-up plans, maybe she should reconsider working here. There are more important things than the timing of some instagram posts.” Now that hurts, your deadlines are tight and there really just wasn’t much room for moving things around. You don’t know what more you could have done but how embarrassing would it be to just air out those stresses to everyone. You walk away before you can hear anymore, you don’t need your work or feelings invalidated anymore.

“Hakim, it can’t just be social media posts. There’s more to it than that and you know it.” pusilic reprimands him, sighing at Hakim’s hostility towards you.

“She’s new, getting into the swing of things and you’re only making it harder for her. It's obviously going to be a bit stressful but randomly cancelling things and personally adding to it is just a little low, man.”  there are general nods of agreement from the other players in the green room. Hakim scoffs at that. 

It can’t be that stressful. He thinks to himself. 

“Sweetheart, I’m glad that things are coming along but you need rest. you look like you haven't slept in days.” your coworker comments, noticing how you jolt awake every once in a while.

“You would be correct but there’s no other way around it. It has to be done within the next few days and the last thing I need is for everyone to think I'm some sort of weakling asking for an extension.” you respond with your head laying on the desk. It's the only way to minimise the pounding and tension.

 You didn’t realise that Hakim was eavesdropping. His heart sank at that, he knew he was being an ass but didn't really stop to think just how much his little antics could have been affecting you. It was still some stupid reasoning and he knows that. I’ll make it up to her. He tells himself.

You walk into the office the day after your deadline with a weight off your shoulders. It was very close but you managed to pull it out of the bag in the end. Strangely enough, you see a box of your favourite chocolates waiting on your desk. You look for a note to indicate who it was to no avail and you consider asking around about it. But you conclude that you deserve this after the past few weeks you’ve endured. 

Even Hakim has started being nicer to you: no longer feeling the need to let you know how much of an inconvenience it is to be around you. You don't catch as many eyerolls from him and he even says hello to you as you cross paths.

There’s also a new box of chocolates every monday which you must admit, does brighten up the day for you.

Hakim sees you walk that little bit quicker on Mondays, happy with the fact that he can make those mornings a little bit more joyful. He kinda owed you after being such a pain.

It's your first ever match working with Chelsea and you couldn’t be more excited. You were allowed to watch the match from the sub bench and food was also provided for free on the count of your work. You were buzzing as you heard the thundering chants as the players walked onto the pitch. This would certainly be a moment to remember.

The match was going well and you’re enjoying yourself until you hear the men behind you. You feel sick at the vulgar language used and you hate the fact that you’re being objectified in such a disgusting way. You were within earshot and you’re sure that they knew it. They were being so loud about it and you were going red at the idea that nearby people would know of you from this. Your excitement was falling very quickly and you’re all of a sudden wondering why you came in the first place.

You don’t realise but Hakim has also been within earshot of the men’s disgusting comments and he feels pure anger at the way you’re being objectified. Before he can even move to say anything, the play continues but he reminds himself to catch up with you after the match is over.

The match was a resounding success for the team, putting ziyech on to start was a decision that paid off. Your mood unfortunately didn’t have a chance to pick up since the men continued blabbering horrible things about you throughout the match.

You begin to pick up your things, preparing to leave as you see the stadium start to clear before Hakim runs up to you.

“You played really well today!” you say, your smile not reaching your eyes.

“Thanks! They had us on the ropes for a while but a win’s a win…” he trails off, planning on how to phrase what he saw.

“I heard what those guys were saying by the way. Are you feeling okay?” he asks with a look of concern in his eyes. You’re confused to say the least, this man would throw a hissy fit at the idea of being in the same room as you and now he’s checking up on you?

“I guess so, I don't know why it's affecting me so much. I’ll get over it, I'm sure.” you respond with a dejected sigh. Hakim shakes his head quickly at that.

“You have every right to be upset. No one deserves to be treated that way, it's disgusting.” he quickly assures, he couldn’t stand the idea of you taking the blame for the ordeal. He wraps his arms around you tightly, hand rubbing your back lightly.

“What’s gotten into you?” you joke, feeling a little bit better after his reassurance. The warmth unfortunately dissipates when he lets go to properly look at you.

“Look, the way I've been treating you has been awful. There was no need for me to be so hostile, you’re lovely and an important part of the club. I’m sorry if I made you feel otherwise. If you could forgive me, I would love to get to know you properly over dinner?" He's nervous about your response, you don’t have to forgive him but if he’s honest, he’s grown quite fond of you since letting go of his anger. 

All of a sudden, your arms wrap around him and he can feel you smile into his chest. You both sigh in relief, finally letting go of all of that tension.

“Thank you, Hakim. This really means a lot- wait…” you trail off in a moment of realisation. It all makes sense now: the lack of eye rolls, the forgone snarky tone, the weekly chocolate boxes.

“It was you wasn’t it?” you ask, still locked in the tight hug. He smiles and rolls his eyes. Playfully this time.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” now its your turn to playfully roll your eyes.

“Whatever, so about that dinner…”

to the person who sent in this request, i'm sorry it took so long xx. i hope u enjoy! have a wonderful day, my lovelies <3

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[football-and-fanfics]

Too Much - Kai Havertz & Mason Mount

Who: Kai Havertz & Mason Mount Request: Kai Havertz with mason mount or christian pulisic. Wondering if you could do one like the one with trent and robertson in about being exhausted thought it was really good :) Requested by: anonymous Warnings: mentions of fainting, dizziness, worrying. A/N: this is one of the requests from the old Request an Imagine form which was lost in 'The Hack'. I had this already written, but I'm not sure whether it was requested anonymously or not. So, if this was your request and you would have liked to be tagged, I'm sorry 😥 The TAA and Robbo fic that is referred to is this one.

The last few months had been hard for Kai. His place in the starting XI wasn't a certainty anymore, and he altogether struggled with himself. But today was different. Today he was given a rare chance in the starting lineup again, and Kai took that chance with both hands. He pushed himself to his very limits during the match, working tirelessly, but it paid off. At full-time his performance was worthy of the Man of the Match title, and he had bagged two goals and an assist.

It was only after the final whistle sounded, that Kai realised he had pushed himself too far. As the adrenaline and the high of the match were starting to wear off, the dizziness began to set in. The sounds of the stadium became distorted, and Kai had the feeling his head was spinning on his neck. He groaned softly, placing his hands in front of his eyes in a futile attempt to make the dizziness stop. It wouldn't. If anything, it only got worse. Kai's knees buckled, but he was able to stay on his feet this time. Just a few seconds later it happened again, and now Kai almost crashed to the ground. He staggered around a few paces, trying to prevent the inevitable, until he stumbled into someone, who immediately slung an arm around his waist to support him. "Whoa, mate, are you alright?" It turned out to be Mason. "No." With Mason now by his side, Kai finally surrendered control over himself. His knees buckled for a third time, but now he truly had no strength left to remain standing. "Oh, shit." Mason tightened his grip on Kai, as his friend fell into him. "I..." Kai stammered, sounding fairly panicked now. "So dizzy, I...." "You're alright, easy. Lie down." Mason carefully lowered Kai onto the ground, where he gently lay him down on his side. Even though his heart was hammering in his chest, Mason did his best to remain calm for Kai's sake, speaking soothingly and reassuringly to his friend. Several of their Chelsea teammates came looking, alarmed and calling for the medics, but Mason didn't pay any attention to them. He only had eyes for Kai, who was only semi-conscious all of a sudden. "Stay with me, mate, stay with me." Mason rested a hand on Kai's back. He didn't know what had made Kai go down like that, only that it scared the bejesus out of him. The medical team arrived in a hurry, but Mason didn't move. Not in a million years would he be leaving Kai's side right now. He listened attentively to everything the medics said and did, somewhat comforted by their lack of urgency. If something really bad was wrong with Kai the medics wouldn't be so calm, right? Still, Mason was immensely relieved to hear Kai utter some coherent words again. "...'m alright..." Kai sounded utterly exhausted and he remained as he lay stretched out on the damp grass. "What happened?" Mason blurted out the question before any of the medics could speak. "Too much..." Kai mumbled back, "it was too much." "I indeed think you exhausted yourself a bit there," the head of the medical team said sympathetically, "do you feel like sitting up? Some sugars and salts will do you some good." Kai very slowly moved himself up into a sitting position. Mason made sure to support him, and knelt down behind Kai so his friend could lean into him as he sat. The medic handed Kai an energy bar and a bottle of sports drink. "Small sips and tiny bites." Kai sat with his back leaning against Mason's chest for a while, nibbling on the energy bar and sipping small sips from the bottle. Both Mason and the medics kept a close eye on him. Kai looked totally spent, although some of the color was returning to his cheeks already. "Is it getting better?" Mason asked after a few minutes. "Yeah," Kai nodded. He wasn't lying. He still felt bloody exhausted, but at least he didn't feel on the verge of collapsing anymore. "Good," Mason chuckled wryly, "but, please, don't ever do that again." Seeing Kai go down like that had properly shaken him. Kai smiled tiredly. "I imagine I gave you a real fright, huh?" "You did." Mason gave Kai's shoulders a squeeze with both his hands. "But for now I'm just glad you're okay, mate."

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Redemption - An Embry Call x vampire!fem!Reader Story - Part 6

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(Y/N)’s POV

I was walking around and around my otherwise tiny cell, not knowing what to do; not having anything to do. Surprisingly, I wasn’t mad in the slightest. I knew that, sooner or later, they would throw me back in the dungeons - though, this time, they put me in the tiniest cell possible. That was my punishment after all, for disobeying the Kings. At least, Aro said that this punishment would be temporary until I started learning to be more obedient.

I was starting to get respected around the castle; my gift was needed around here or in missions. The Volturi were after me long after I escaped them, not willing to let me get away so easily. Which was also why they now did everything they could to not allow me to leave ever again. There was always someone with me, mostly the four Elite Guards.

Sometimes, Chelsea would be sent to “keep me company”, but all she ever did was numb my brain with her dangerous gift, making empty promises of how the Volturi would take care of me, giving everything in the world; how I would rule with the others; how I would be respected and feared; how they all cared about me; how Felix would be by my side forever; how good and right he was for me.

Chelsea would have won over my weakest side in a second if I hadn’t been secretly training myself to other kinds of illusions ever since I left Forks. Ever since I left, I knew I would be exposed to all kinds of dangers; others would try to take advantage of my gift, so I had to train more to stay safe and alive.

I had been always thinking that if my illusions can somehow “shield” anyone’s or my appearance from others so nobody can actually see through our real identities, what if I can also create an illusion within me? What if I could create an illusion to hide my own thoughts? An illusion to seal my brain from people like Edward or Aro, by giving them a false narrative?

It would be so much easier for Aro to read my every thought, compared to Edward. So what if I created an illusion around my own brain to make up fake memories and moments in my life? Aro would know if I created an illusion to distract him from seeing my real thoughts; he would sense it and he would read it. But if I made my own shield around my brain, Aro would only be able to see whatever I wanted him to see, unable to penetrate through my head and read my actual thoughts.

This was what had been happening for the past month, ever since I got here. Aro would attempt to read through my mind daily, trying to find a clue or maybe a lead that, some time in my life, I was consorting with the Cullens. But he always hit the wall of my illusion that showed nothing more than my nomad life and some of the ways I had used my gift to my advantage - but still nothing extreme as to further trigger his interest in my gift. And though Felix knew about my association with the wolves, he did not say a thing about the issue to Aro; the guards did not even dare, once Felix scared the living hell out of them into ever speaking of this topic.

It seemed that Felix was still interested in me, and I wasn’t gonna lie, I would be too if it wasn’t for my mate bond with Embry. Though I felt the link between Embry and me slowly fading away day after day, neither the pain I felt nor my own head let me forget about him. And I supposed Embry’s thought alone was enough for me to hold on and keep going, even though there were days when I thought accepting my situation and joining the Volturi would be much easier for me.

That was the last straw in my attempts to escape this cursed place. So, here I was, bored, tired, and fed up, walking around the small cell, falling down dramatically, or doing whatever I could do to make time pass. I didn’t know how much time I would be spending here, and that was taking over my mind. Nobody was ever coming down here to talk to me or keep me company anymore; not Felix, Jane, or even Afton who Chelsea did not allow to talk to me or see me anymore.

So, how did I actually find myself in this tiny cell? It must have been over 10 different, individual times that I tried to escape the Volturi this past month. Aro was patient with me after every single time; Caius was getting angrier and angrier each time, and Marcus did not care about any of that at all. But Aro thought enough was enough when Caius started pressuring him about the Volturis’ reputation - “she tried to escape 10 times already, Aro! And you’re still gonna let her roam around freely? Do you know what will happen when our enemies find out that such actions, such repeated actions, go unpunished?”

Sometimes I felt bad for Afton; he wasn’t loved or appreciated around the Volturi; he was only there because of Chelsea, and he never managed to perfect his gift enough, to the point where he could shield others. I had mastered that part of my gift, which was only one part of it, while it was the whole point of his own gift. And it saddened me that he couldn’t even use his own gift on him for more than a few minutes. One would think that he would have trained himself through all these centuries, but he was never taken seriously anyway, so nobody ever helped him evolve.

However, my evolving and mastering my gift made me a target around the vampire realm; a precious possession to have around. I hadn’t realized that until the first time I stayed with the Volturi; I had never considered myself a tool or a weapon until then. I came across the Volturi by accident, one time when I was hunting animals through the mountains of Pindos. The four Elite Guards were there on one of Demetri’s matters - they never told me what exactly, and from that point on they managed to convince me to join their coven.

It was strange for me to be part of a group full of vampires - I hadn’t realized, until then, that vampires could live in groups; I just could not fathom that they would be able to live all together and function successfully. But I knew how that happened once I met Aro, for Aro was the link between all the vampires around there. Aro had found the majority of vampires around there - from Marcus to Santiago, and from Chelsea to even the human receptionist that was sitting at the front desk, it was Aro who found and controlled every single one of them.

Of course, Aro’s gift wasn’t anything special, but the fact that the Twins had immense respect and loyalty to him, due to him saving and transforming them, was enough for Aro to be able to control everyone around. Finding Chelsea and Corin also played an important part in his plans; Chelsea was binding every vampire to the coven, and Corin was keeping Chelsea satisfied, along with everyone else. If Chelsea wasn’t satisfied and Corin wasn’t abiding with the coven’s laws, everything would fall apart.

As many times as Chelsea tried to proselytize me to the Volturi, I tried twice as many times to show her that she didn’t have to work for Aro; that she could make a better life for herself and Afton, where they would be both equal and free. But Chelsea wasn’t here because she was satisfied or loyal enough to the Kings; she was here because she was appreciated and treated as she, herself, was one of the Queens. Nobody dared to go against her, or do or say anything against her, because they knew they would lose. Aro would always take her side over any other vampire around, even the Twins sometimes. Because, as much as Aro loved and respected the Twins, he was also the only one who could punish them and not face the consequences of their anger.

I blamed Felix for bringing me to the Volturi the first time, as much as the second time. It was he who managed to enchant me enough and convince me to join his coven. And, in the beginning, everything was perfect. Until it wasn’t. He was sweet, caring, and attending until he was mean, jealous, and violent. We weren’t mates, but he was so fixed on having me that he got jealous of every single thing. These couple of years the Volturi lost dozens of new recruits at the hands of Felix, only because he thought every single one of them would try to make a move on me.

I was tired of his behavior, but I still loved him. It took immense willpower for me to say that enough was enough; that I deserved something better, and that I would have that something. At that time, it was quite easy to escape the Volturi, because they thought I was so loyal to them that I would never leave them. I just went on for the usual hunt and never came back. They thought I was taking my time, but when I didn’t come back the next day, they knew something was not right.

They sent Demetri and Felix to go after me, but, thankfully, they never managed to catch me, and I thought they just gave up after some time. If it wasn’t for Kyveli to trick me now and make me fall into their trap, I would still be out there, free. I still wouldn't have Embry by my side, but at least, I would be free.

The thought of Embry started plucking my mind once again. I had tried so many times to “travel” to Forks and La Push with my thoughts, but it took a lot of willpower and persistence for my mind to go so far away. Day by day, I was traveling a bit farther, but not far enough for me to see him. I was pushing myself so much, to the point where it was physically and mentally painful. I was feeding enough - sometimes, not at all; I was exclusively depending on anyone who was taking a few minutes off their day to toss me a blood bag or two. Yet, the thought of me managing to see Embry, even in my mind, was the only thing that was driving me to push myself further, and it was worth the pain if I got to see him, even if it was one-sided.

Today was one of the days that Jane came to see me. Jane and I used to be somewhat friends when I first came here. She was cold and distant at first, and it took some time for her to open up to me, but I opened up to her too, and we found common ground because of the hardships we went through in our mortal lives. After that, she was the closest person I had around - we were closer to each other than I was with Felix. The only thing I regretted in my life was leaving her without any explanation, but, at that time, I had to. Her loyalty to Aro was above everything, and I couldn’t risk anything in my plan going wrong.

I heard her coming down the stairs slowly but loudly as if she wanted to make her presence known, but she wanted me to wait anxiously for her. She finally stepped on the last few steps, and I now had a full view of her. She was wearing her usual black velvet dress, with a few gold details on the strings that tightened her corset around her waist, and some red fabric at the end of her sleeves. Jane looked at me apathetically, as she tossed me two blood bags and turned around to leave.

“How are you doing, Jane?” My voice was coarse, but I tried to keep it steady. “I haven’t seen you in a while.”

She didn’t reply to me. She only huffed at my comment and continued walking away, finally running up the stairs, and leaving me alone once again.

I had been craving to talk to someone these past few days, and I hoped Jane would forgive me and talk to me. But I was wrong. Apparently, she was still not over the fact that I left her all this time ago. I just hoped it would be either her or Afton to talk to me, though Afton was a bit more likely to visit and talk with me.

Again, I was wrong. For Afton came to see me once and brought me some blood bags, but when I asked him to stay and keep me company, he told me that neither Chelsea nor Aro allowed him to communicate with me. Aro had forbidden every and all vampires around the castle to communicate with me unless it was himself or Felix. He only did that so I could lose hope and, eventually, my mind.

Aro’s plan was working successfully. Not having anyone to talk to - not even Jane, was driving me crazy. My mind was feeling trapped and like it was fighting itself to spill out of me. All the images, all the sounds, all the feelings, everything that was going through my mind was threatening to spill out of me and invade everyone’s mind. I was pressuring myself to control my gift because if I couldn’t, I would be in more trouble than I already was. I felt myself falling down, barely able to control my own legs as I was grabbing my head to stop the unbearable headache that made my soul suffer.

I was pressuring myself so much to the point where I suddenly stopped feeling my own body as if I wasn’t there physically or mentally. It felt like my own self was traveling away from the cell I was currently in, but I had no idea where I was heading to. I looked like I was running thousands of miles per hour, as my mind was traveling above lands, seas, and mountains, looking for something I wasn't aware of just yet. Then, as if it did find what it was looking for, it suddenly froze.

I opened my eyes to look around the familiar scenery of the Washington State flora. Was I actually here or was it just my mind? I couldn’t really distinguish between reality and illusion. I looked down at my hands; they were there, but they were blurry as if I was a fandom, a ghost; not really there but still some stance of mine was there. I never had such an experience before. I was able to project myself in different places, but I never actually transferred my mind into any place. It didn’t feel like a projection; it felt as if my soul - I supposed - had traveled away, along with my projection; like I was there mentally and spiritually, but not physically.

As I was still trying to figure out what was really happening to me, I started getting distracted by all the noise that was coming from a few hundred feet away. I hadn’t realized I was close to the Cullens’ house until I took a closer look at the environment around me. The Cullens are in trouble! I moved closer to where the clatter was coming from, and I couldn’t believe what I saw. The wolves were fighting the Cullens! My new family was fighting my old one! And the worst thing about the whole situation was that I couldn’t do anything about it.

Jasper and Emmett were missing one arm each; Alice and Rosalie were sitting on a tree branch, having suffered some bites and cracks on their porcelain skins, and having part of their clothes ripped off; Seth and Quil were going against who I assumed were Collin and Brady respectively, trying to fight off the younger wolves but not cause them extreme harm; Jacob’s leg was bleeding as he was trying to fight Sam off of him; Edward, full of blood and gunk all over his upper body, was pinned down by Jared, and Embry was trying to fight Paul off of his back. He was pretty unsuccessful as the older wolf bit on his back, making him cry in pain, but not before Embry himself bit Paul on his neck.

The sighting in front of me was terrible, heartbreaking, and I could not believe what was happening. The image was quite blurry but I would have caught on to what was happening there immediately.

How did everything come down to this? I thought the wolves and the Cullens were becoming understanding of each other. What could have possibly triggered such an attack on each other? I couldn’t help myself when I let out a scream.

I saw Edward get distracted for a few seconds, almost getting his head snapped by Jared’s teeth. He was looking around as if he was trying to find something, something that nobody seemed to notice. Then, it was Embry, with Paul still on his back, that looked around him with worry on his wolf face. I could sense that something was bothering him but I couldn’t tell what exactly.

“Please, stop! Please, stop! Stop fighting each other! Please!”

“(Y/N)? Is that you?” Edward wondered, looking around, not able to actually locate me, but I had just realized that he had heard me.

“Edward? Hey! It is me! I’m here! I don’t know how, but I’m here! I am here! Tell Embry I am here!” I was talking frantically, jumping around a bit, hopeful that Edward had managed to read my mind and realize that I am here.

Everyone froze in their places, letting go of each other, now looking at Edward who stood up, still looking around, confused and lost, trying to read my mind. I felt their breaths stuck in their throats, as they were waiting for an answer.

“I think so. I don’t really know.” Edward replied to someone’s questions, still looking around, still lost.

“Hey, Edward! I’m here! Please! Look at me! I’m here!” I was practically pleading the mind reader to look at me, moving my arms around in front of him, hoping he would catch up.

“It’s like I can hear her voice, her mind, but also not really. It feels as if…she isn’t even here.” Edward replied once again, and then something changed in his eyes as if he suddenly had an idea. “It must be an illusion! She must be near!” He started looking around with his eyes, probably trying to focus on something around him.

“Yes, Edward, I am here! It’s an illusion! I think. But I am here! I’m not actually here, but I also am! Please, look at me! Please, tell Embry I’m here!”

Emmett and Jasper took their time to reattach their limbs, as the rest started searching around, sniffing the air, probably trying to locate me. It felt weird, looking at everyone moving around, trying to find me as if I was a lost treasure, buried deep into the ground as if they were here to take part in a treasure hunt, and not a battle against each other.

Embry looked saddened and lost, even under his wolf form, and it broke my heart to finally see him and watch him looking sad and miserable. I stood close to him, unable to take my eyes off of him, afraid that I would lose him in an instant. I hadn’t realized how much time had passed or where we were heading until we found ourselves back in the Cullen household. Everyone looked disheartened, except for Paul who was practically fuming, growling and barking at the Cullens, ready to attack once again.

“I did not lie to you, Paul. Indeed I heard her, but I just don’t know where she is. I swear I heard her voice; I would never lie to any of you, especially you, Embry.” Edward was apologizing profusely, looking at Embry with sincerity and desperation, probably trying to make him understand that he wasn’t lying.

Despite the seemingly desperate expression on his wolf face, Embry remained the calmest out of everyone else around, as Sam and Jared, still in their wolf forms, let out a few more warning growls.

“I don’t know where she is! I’m telling the truth!” The vampire lifted his arms as if he surrendered, and I got really worried really fast.

It was clear that the atmosphere turned heavy and ugly so fast that I almost lost control of myself. Sam was now fuming, as he stepped closer to the Cullens, ready to attack. No, no, no! This couldn’t happen! They’re going to fight again! And there was nothing I could do to stop this! Please, don’t fight! Please, don’t fight!

“Please, don’t fight with each other! Please!" I let out a desperate cry which I didn’t know blocked my throat, as I was still trembling from fear of seeing them fight once again.

Embry’s head jerked around rapidly as if something caught his attention.

“See? I was telling you the truth! (Y/N)? Where are you?” Edward was still looking around, and it took me a few seconds to realize that they heard me; that they could hear me.

“Edward! I’m here! Tell Embry I’m here! Embry? Can you hear me? Please, baby, tell me you can hear me!”

Once again, I felt like I was losing hope as the minutes were passing without any sign from the wolves’ or the Cullens’ side that they could hear me.

Everyone was looking around as if they were waiting for something to happen but nothing happened. I was becoming more and more desperate by the second. How could Edward hear me one minute and the next nothing? Would this be my fate? Trying to reach out to the people I love and care about but everything will be in vain? Would I just be a void in their lives? Would I remain a nothing, a shadow of the person they once knew?

Something inside me broke. I couldn’t stay like that! I wouldn’t be just a voice in Edward’s mind for just a moment in time! I wouldn’t have to suffer like this! I had to make myself known somehow! If I didn’t, they would start fighting again. I had to do something! Sam and his pack were ready to attack again! They were getting anxious and I could feel it, even in my current form. Something was happening around them that was upsetting everyone, but I couldn’t tell what exactly.

Please, don’t fight! Please, don’t fight with each other! Please!

I felt something in me change, but I didn’t know what it was. I felt different for just a moment. And then, I heard the whimpers coming from Embry’s side. I looked towards my wolf and I saw him looking straight into my eyes. Could he see me? Was it really him? It wasn’t just my mind playing tricks on me, right? It was actually him, right?

“Please, don’t fight with each other! Please!”

As if he understood me, he took a few steps towards me, whimpering again, and it broke my undead heart to see him like this.

“Embry? Embry, is that you?” I asked unsurely, hoping it was all true.

“Oh, Embry, I missed you. So much.” I tried to hide the pain in my voice, because I didn’t want to upset him, but failed miserably.

However, instead of coming closer to me once again, Embry took a few steps back, walking away towards the woods. Did I do something wrong? Did he not want to see me?

“Don’t worry, (Y/N). He just wants to shift, so he can talk to you properly.” Edward reassured me, smiling at me as I smiled back at him.

Not even two minutes later, Embry walked out of the woods, in his human form. He looked just as handsome as the day I left, though the dark circles under his eyes betrayed what he went through all these months. Yet, he looked at me and seemed relieved that I was still there, and that made me relieved as well, thinking that he may actually have wanted to see me as much as I wanted to see him.

He came closer and closer to me until we were only a few inches away from each other. I wasn’t sure what to do next, worried that I’d do something wrong and upset or anger him. He surprised me when he lifted his hand and moved it close to my cheek. I froze at my place, not knowing what he wanted to do. Was he angry at me? Would he slap me? Did he still love me? Would he caress me?

He finally touched my cheek, but it was nothing like when he used to touch me. I didn’t know if it was because I was an illusion or if he changed somehow - I used to be able to make others feel my illusions, so I thought the same thing would have happened to me, but it didn’t. Embry’s touch was like a cloud, like a memory, not really there but still deep inside my mind and soul.

We stayed like this for a few minutes, taking each other in. I couldn’t really place Embry’s expression - he looked perplexed, worried, and regretful? I still didn’t know how he felt - his moves and actions showed that he was still interested in me, but he didn’t actually say it. I was afraid he was only acting like that for the sake of it, being in front of the others and such. I tried to be cautious and not move too much, not wishing to upset him.

I could sense there was something worrying him, so I didn’t want to add more to that. It was like he wanted to talk to me, but no words came out, as if he was holding back his words for some reason that was unknown to me. Like what I was feeling right now. I wanted to talk to him, to tell him everything: where I’d been so far; where I was now; the fact that I was held captive by the Volturi. But that would only upset him, and he wouldn’t be able to do anything about it anyway.

So, I didn’t say anything at all, and for some time, just looking at each other, it felt as if we were in our own little world; as if nobody was around us, staring at us. It did feel awkward to be stared at, even if it was just our family and friends, as I felt all eyes on us, waiting for our next move.

“Right, I have to go.” Edward whispered out of nowhere, and he quickly ran back into the house, followed closely by Seth and Rosalie who smiled slightly at me, before leaving the premises.

I smiled at Edward as he walked away, still not really understanding what was going on. I had seen all the blood and gunk all over his shirt, but I knew better than to ask him and ruin everything. I turned to look back at Embry, smiling wider than I had smiled in a very long time. I placed my hands in his, hoping to feel that connection we had, even under such circumstances. It saddened me when I didn’t feel his touch, and I knew he didn’t feel mine either, but he was nice enough to not mention it, and just smiled sweetly.

I slowly leaned closer to him, hoping he would reciprocate my feelings for him. My mind went numb for a few seconds until he leaned closer to me to meet my lips. Despite my aerial, I supposed, state, I could still hear his heart, beating frantically under his chest, skipping a few beats, and I just knew I’d feel the same if my own heart was still beating. There was the excitement of the very kiss after being apart for so long; the longing and craving; the eagerness to be with each other again.

Unfortunately, once again, I couldn’t feel Embry’s touch on my skin. I took a few steps back, trying to smile even though I was sad, and it showed when I saw the very same expression on Embry’s face. It felt like our meet-up was not meant to be, but, at least, I was still here, and we could talk and spend some more time together until I couldn’t anymore.

Suddenly, I felt a jerking motion pass through my body, as if someone had pushed or shaken me. The motion continued, and I could feel a pain going through me, being unable to control my own body. I must have actualized that feeling somehow, as I saw the worry and confusion on Embry’s face, who was now paler than I had ever seen him before.

I quickly glanced down at my body, watching my cloud-like illusion of a body tremble and slowly fade away. No, no, no! This couldn’t be happening! I couldn’t go back just yet! I haven’t had enough time to talk to Embry! I can’t go like that!

I looked back at him, as we both realized that that was it for me; that there was no more time left for us. Embry’s eyes were tearing up and he was breathing heavily.

“I love you” was the last thing he whispered at me.

“I love you. Forever.” I told him one last time before I disappeared once again.

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[rubendiasworld]

Could you do one with mason mount where you have grown up together, your at uni near where he lives so he says you can stay with him, you start to fall hard for him but he doesn’t realise and is always going out with different girls until one day he hurts himself in training and you care for him at home and he realises it is you that he needs

Hi Anon!! I hope you enjoy this one, only Mason would be too blind to see it I swear, got to love him though.💖

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ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛ: Mason finally realizing the person he has always loved was right there.

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: Fluff

ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛᴇᴅ: Yes

ɴᴏᴛᴇ: English is not my first language, this is unedited. The layout of some of them will be different since it wasn’t written on my laptop.

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𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐘𝐨𝐮, 𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘔𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵

You had been friends with Mason Mount even before he joined the Chelsea Academy, you were inseparable since the day you met and when you were done with school and started university it was convenient that it was close to where he lived, of course, he had offered you space in his home, but you couldn’t help but regret it after a while.

You were always just friends, for years he was just Mase, your best friend, and your personality, the one you can tell anything and everything, but people changed and so do their feelings, it happened with you. When you were sixteen you developed a crush on the boy when you were seventeen you knew you had a problem, you were in love with your best friend.

It wasn’t easier when he would bring home girls, their attempts to get into his pants, how hard they tried it was slightly amusing, you hid how you really felt, and maybe it could’ve been solved if you would just tell h how you felt, but you didn’t want to ruin a life long friendship. Days, weeks, months years and now being almost twenty-two you never realized how hard it really was for you.

You were sat on the sofa buried in some blankets while catching up on some of your favourite shows, you had a short break being ahead in all of your classes and you savoured every single second of it. While scrolling through your phone not even noticing what time it was when you heard the front door open, your name being called out by a familiar German.

Getting up from your seat you placed your phone in the pocket of Mason’s hoodie you had been wearing frowning slightly when you saw him being supported by Kai. Looking at the tall boy you titled your head slightly as if asking what was wrong, your eyes showing the concerned look when you saw Mason grimace.

“What happened? Mase are you okay?”

“He got hurt in training, and I don’t believe him when he says he is fine.”

“I am right here.”

Glancing at her best friend she rolled her eyes and took his arm from Kai and placed it over her shoulder, the grumpy footballer wincing once again. Smiling sweetly at Kai you thanked him and waved him off after talking for a while. Glancing at Mason she helped him to the couch and sat him down disappearing from view.

Your phone lighting up with a message from your mother brought his attention to it, a photo of the both of you, him most probably occupied with Summer as it was the weekend you went home. Your eyes however were in him a smile on your face. The very smile he loved so much.

He loved your comforting hugs and the comforting words you had whenever he had a bad game to r if he just needed your comfort, it was always you no matter how many times he tried to distract himself with other girls.

The few days he was off from training to heal he had realized how much you cared for him during that time, you’d make him his meals help him wherever he needed it all the while focusing on your studies and after he went back to training he had gotten home before your favourite meal.

Returning home the welcoming scent of your favourite meal entering your nose you smiled slightly and made your way to the kitchen tiredly. Your arms finding their way around your best friend with your head resting on his back you could feel his hands on your arms before turning around and hugging you to him.

“Hey, beautiful. I made your favourite.”

Humming slightly you pulled away and kissed his cheek and grabbed a plate, the two of you had settled comfortably on the sofa while watching Game Of Thrones, it was probably your third time watching it.

After dinner, you had gone back to your spot after cleaning the kitchen resting against him with your head on your chest, his fingers absently running through your hair. You weren’t quite sure if you heard what he said do you lifted your head and glanced up into his eyes.

“What?”

“I said that I’m pretty sure I’m in love with you, I have been for so long I was just scared, I can’t lose-”

His ramble was cut short when you pressed your lips to his in a loving kiss, humming in the content you pulled away slightly letting out a short breath.

“Took you long enough, Mount.”

Laughing softly at your words you pulled you closer once again his lips attached to yours, it felt right after all the years and doubt you had, the both of you had it came to this and it felt right.

#chelsea #chelsea fc #england football #masonmountimagine #masonmount #mason mount x reader #mason mount fluff #chelsea football club #football one shots #football fanfic #football blurb #money mase

[tommyspeakycap]

Sei il mio amore più grande

he really didn’t believe in love at first sight until the day his eyes first landed on you

“you are my greatest love”

The blonde that still claims most of his formerly brown hair continues to capture the irritated attention of the man in the mirror. He huffs a sigh, tugging his hand through the soft strands once again. With his colour slowly growing back through, he can’t seem to find a way to make it sit that he seems nice enough for today.

He doesn’t know why he suddenly feels so much pressure, nerved bubbling his stomach and making his heart beat that little bit faster than it usually would, but everybody reckons it’s got a little something to do with you. You joined them only a month ago as a new photographer. On your very first day, it had been glaringly obvious in his sudden stuttering and fact he seemed to forget that he is actually very fluent in English, that Jorginho had taken something of a liking towards you. His cheeks were ridiculously red and he had Mason doubled over in laughter at the sight of him trying to help you lifting stuff that he then dropped because his hands were trembling to much.

Since then, he had managed to get fair amount of those things under control. A few deep breaths could steady his hands, but certainly wouldn’t stop them from shaking ever so slightly when you were around and he could now just about string a sentence together in order to have a conversation with you. None of them can really get to grips with why he’s like this, he’s liked plenty of women in his life and he’s never once been the kind to end up like this around people. Alas, he is beginning to wonder if he might actually have fallen in love with you the very first minute he met you.

“You know it’s for a prank, right Jorgi?” Mason teases, bumping his shoulder against the taller midfielders as his face appears next to him in the mirror. Jorginho sighs, muttering something under his breath in Italian as a curse at the smiling brunette next to him. “Yes.” He huffs, “But we have the actual shoot after, and-”

“And pretty miss (y/n) is going to be the one taking those photos, right?” Mason cuts him off before he can cough up an excuse, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively to prompt Jorginho to roll his eyes again, turning away from Mason. “I wouldn’t know.” He shrugs.

A loud, forced and clearly disbelieving bark of laughter is forced from between the lips of the Chelsea captain who had been lacing his boots a few feet away from the pair chosen to do the prank on Timo this afternoon. Azpilecueta stands up, boots clicking against the changing room floor as he walks over to the pair to pat Jorginho’s shoulder twice to chortle a simple, “Of course you would.” Before passing both and heading out the door. Mason laughs loudly, shaking his head happily despite the clear dissatisfaction of the man at the brunt of his teasing. Timo sticks his head into the dressing room, “They are ready for us now.”

Jorginho and Mason nod, the latter going to head for the door immediately while Jorgi stays behind a moment to take one last look at his hair before opting to grab his cap from his cubby, sitting it on backwards and hoping no one asks him to take it off.

“What’s funny?” He hears Timo ask Mason in the hall, his long legs attempting to scramble him out the heavy changing room door before the young England international gets a chance to spread his believed rumour through the entire squad via Mr can’t keep his mouth shut Werner. He just about gets out the door, reaching his arm out to tru silence Mason just as the words hit his ears. “Nothing, just Jorgi’s fancy for (y/n).”

It’s going to be a long day.

Laughing at Timo making a fool of himself for this fake tyre ad took a portion of the Italian international mind off of you, but it’s hard when you’re sitting off behind the fake director of the ad. His eyes keep landing on you.

You’re sitting cross legged on the floor out of the visible camera shot so you don’t get caught in the prank video and you’re rarely even watching what’s going on. Jorginho has only seen you raise your head a few times, glancing up to see what was going on with a small smile before looking back down at your laptop sitting in front of you on the floor. Every time he catches a glimpse at your face, you’ve got that soft look of concentration gracing your features as you skim through and edit photos as you go. Watching you work is a sight to behold, making his heart warm and genuinely content. It’s something he’s never felt before. Contentment in just being in the same vicinity as another.

“Well now I’ll pass you onto the real photographer so you can get this advertisement done and then you guys can get back to work!” The director laughs, gesturing over to you as you push yourself to your feet, laptop tucked under your arm with your camera hanging around your neck. “Alright J, hat off. Mase over by the tyres and Timo you can go. The first shots were actually alright.” You instruct, laying your laptop down onto the chair by the tall cameras with the ring lights illuminating the green screen section of the room. You click a few photos of Mason the second he gets around the props, knowing you’re usually best to catch him off guard laughing or looking serious than you are to try and get him to do all of those things on cue. Mason unintentionally always makes you work for that paycheque you get from Chelsea.

“Jorgi hat please.” You note offhandedly, the frowning man unsure of how you had even seen him without actually looking up from your camera.

But you always see him.

Your eyes find him in every crowded room, searching for the safety he brings to you. The comfort he feels in your presence is ever so clearly felt the same by you. He finds you in the crowds just as your eyes find him and if he senses nerves in your being, he’ll bump his shoulder against yours and make a joke. Maybe he’ll even just start a random conversation, ask you about what it was like snapping pictures for your last team, and make a joke about how you’ve upgraded in every way. He’s so gentle and kind to you, always so very sweet and even often speaks to you in the soft spoken fluency of his mother tongue despite the fact you understand none of it. Jorginho does these things because they make you smile with that glisten your eyes. It’s anticipation and genuine interest for his words. Infatuation with the way he can switch between multiple different languages without much of an issue.

Infatuation with him.

He sighs to himself, hand running over the material of the black cap he had grabbed quickly leaving the changing room. He tugs it off with another nervous sigh, but you have little reaction to the muddle of brown and blonde sat atop his head. Instead, you just usher him into the frame of the picture. He watched nervously as you raise the camera up to them before dropping it back to showcase your frown hidden behind the black frame. “What’ve you done to your hair?” You query, tilting your head ever so slightly to the side. Heat flies to the midfielders cheeks, mouth suddenly dry and completely unable to fathom up a single solitary word.

“Just needs his roots done.” Mason tries to joke, attempting to stop the poor man beside him having his heart crushed anymore than it already has been. “Don’t be ridiculous.” You shake you head, throwing a slightly glare at the younger man as you approach them. You reach your hands up, your camera dangling in the space between you and the tall Italian as you raise to your tip toes. Even then, you’re shorter than him when you reach up to his head.

“There’s nothing wrong with the colour. I think it’s pretty actually, a nice blend y’know? I mean with wearing the cap, you’ve messed it.” You mutter your explanation, eyes focussed on his stands of hair that you run your fingers through in order to urge them into the the correct place in which they would usually sit. But the entire time his eyes are focussed on you, stunned to the spot as he watches the concentration on your face. Except it’s different this time than watching you work because your focus, your entire concentration and that look in your eyes is solely based on him. You’re entire attention in that moment is on him and the feeling of your hands moving easily, softly, perfectly through his hair is another level of just pure bliss. His stomach flips and tumbles, exploding with a million butterflies as though he’s merely a teenager again. You reduce a confident man to a speechless mess in the very best way once again, just like you did two months ago when he first met you.

“That’s better.” You state, but the Italian barely hears your words for his eyes are locked in the lips that speak them. They move beautifully, looking as soft as lips could be and more kissable with every single second that passed with them right in front of his face. This moment feels so painfully intimate to him and for you, this is work. You’re working and he’s realising that he has actually fallen head over heels in love already. He has since the second he laid eyes on you hauling in bags that you couldn’t even begin to carry full of camera equipment that he offered to help you with (and again, dropped most of), despite the fact he had never been one to believe in love at first sight. His mind was changed the day he first saw you as his world came full circle, like the universe had put you there to fill the home in his heart that even having and euro winners medal to add to his collection couldn’t fill.

It’s impossible not to study every single inch of your face in the moments you had been in front of him so close. To him, it felt like a much longer duration of time that he knew it had been. Probably merely a minute and yet even a lifetime wouldn’t have been enough to fully appreciate the range of beauty that every part of you carries.

It feels almost as though he can’t actually take his eyes off you, even when you turn to Mason to shift your sweet concentrate gaze into a firm glare. “Don’t tease his hair,” you scold before turning back, “I really do like it.”

Your little soft smile is so breathtakingly beautiful and so earth-shatteringly adorable that at the same time Jorginho’s heart skips a beat, his lungs stumble over a breath they fail to take. You literally stole it right from him, gifting life back into his body with the tiny, almost unnoticeable wink to follow.

It’s a moment that feels like everything for you and him, but one Mason uses to take matters into his own hands the sneakiest of ways. He uses that moment to sweep up Jorgi’s cap from where he had left it, keeping it tucked behind his back until the moment that you give Mason the clear to go with only a few more shots left of Jorginho before you can finish for the day. As soon as he gets that call, he does as he’s told probably for the first time you’ve met him. The cap that belongs to the midfielder, gifted to him by his sister during the summer. Mason knows that everybody else - including you - knows how important it is to him. It’s all part of his plan.

“You’re good to go now J.” You smile, turning away from him while flicking through your camera as he stands still frozen on the spot. He doesn’t want to leave now. He doesn’t want to walk out of this room without finally telling you what’s been on his mind for two months now. Alas, all he can do is stand there staring at you like an idiot. You can feel him staring, feel his eyes burning into you incessantly as he remains where he’s been standing since you touched his hair. You’ve spent half the time worrying you’ve overstepped the mark and the other half worrying that you’re pictures will be blurry from the shaky hands that worrying brought you.

He watches you still as you pack your stuff away, except at least he pretends to be helping to clean up while you shove your laptop in and pack your camera carefully into its little bag.

“Don’t forgot this.” He says softly, prompting you turn around quickly. You stand chest to chest with him unexpectedly. His breath fans over your face, eyes locking in on those lips once again as they dance dangerously close to one another. “Thank you.” You whisper, seemingly mere millimetres and a fraction of a second from the moment you’ve thought about in hazy daydreams since you met the handsome footballer when someone thuds the door open and you both fly apart quickly. Flushed cheeks and fumbling hands have you grabbing your phone from him and bidding a very awkward goodbye as you hurry out the door and Jorginho turns to the ever unsuspecting Kai who’s just about to ask if anyone’s seem Timo when you quickly skirt past him with a haphazard goodbye thrown over your shoulder.

Kai doesn’t get an answer from his teammate either, who simply chooses to shoot him a harsh glare before he too leaves the room.

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The rain had been incessant since midday, but it seemed to have gotten much heavier im the evening almost the second you realised you’d have to go back out in it. You were unpacking your bag looking for your little SD card for the camera when you pulled out the cap that you knew belonged to Jorginho and you’re cursing the world trying to figure out how the hell it got there in the first place. You’d considered waiting until monday, but a friend had reminded you of the international break and you panicked about him not having it when he went anyway, so you ended up heading out in the direction of his house to drop it to him.

The length of the walk just to his gate gets you pretty much soaked, but you’ve kept the cap tucked under your hoodie to attempt to keep it dry. He buzzed you through the gate quickly, tugging open his door in anticipation to watch you walk quickly up the drive.

“Come in, come in.” He ushers, standing out on the doorstep despite the rain. “It’s okay, i just wanted to drop this off. Ended up in my bag somehow.” You explain, holding out the cap to Jorginho, who shoots you a disbelieving look of shock. “Don’t be silly, come inside!” He yells over the pounding storm, “You’ll get sick if you go home like that.” He gestures to your soaked clothes and sodden hair, making you grimace slightly at the sore sight you must be standing there. He doesn’t give you any more time to think about it, because instead he pulls you in by the wrist with the rainwater dripping off your body onto his nice hardwood flooring.

He’s also quick to insist that you chance so you don’t get sick, bringing you a hoodie and some probably more expensive than you even know joggers. “Sorry about that,” you laugh softly, “I’m not sure how it even got in my bag.” You admit with a shrug, although you’d be lying if you said you didn’t have some level of suspicion as to how it had gotten there and you can almost be certain it had something to do with Mason Mount.

“It’s okay.” Jorginho grins, his eyes scanning over your body to take in the sight of you in his clothes. You look beautiful, cheeks flushed, nose red from the cold as you’re completely drowned on his hoodie. You’re so, so unbelievably adorable with the sleeves flopped over your hands. “Probably looks better on you anyway.”

Your cheeks flush at his words, shaking your head with a laugh. “I wouldn’t be so sure, suits you.” You retort, shuffling over to where he’s standing leaning against his kitchen island with a pot of pasta still bubbling on the stove and his dryer rumbling round drying your soaked clothes. He reaches for that cap off the surface as you slide yourself onto a barstool. He shuffles over, his slippers scuffing against the shining floor of his beautiful kitchen until he stands in front of you just like you did earlier on that day. The cap is placed gently backwards on top of your head.

Jorginho brushes your hair out over your shoulders softly, flattening the hat down at the back as a smile immediately stretches over his features. His eyes are so kind, top teeth pressing down his bottom lip to try and suppress that smile to absolutely no avail. “No,” he says softly. One of his hands cups your cheek and the other your chin with his thumb gently sweeping over the smooth skin of your bottom lip. “It looks far better on you, mia bella.”

The soft words are just about as soft as his lips are in yours, silky smooth and moving in perfect motion. It’s slow, careful, barely even there and then it’s deep and full of emotion. It’s pouring out the words that both of you have been holding back for months. His belief in love at first sight was distinctly unfavourable until the day he met you. Now, he’s down to the ground certain that he fell in love with you the second he seen you. That, and he’s also very certain that he isn’t just in love with you. There’s more to it than that, being in love would be too simply almost to describe the way he feels for you. His heart is wildly infatuated with everything about you, everything you do only serving to make him love you even more. It’s almost ridiculous and the only thing that makes sense in his mind is that not only are you his love at first sight, but also his one.

The one that few people get lucky enough to know. You’re his. You’re his one perfect love, that great love that only fate finds. Two souls made to fit one another, two people always meant to find each other.

One day, he might tell you that in a way you’ll understand. Maybe he’ll tell when you’re married, on your wedding day. Maybe after you have a child or maybe when you’re growing old together with little grandkids running around.

For now, he’ll collect you in his arms after an world-stopping kiss and mumble into your hair the words that carry more weight than you can know in this moment.

“Sei il mio amore più grande.”

#jorginho #jorginho x reader #jorginho imagine #jorginho imagines #footie fics #football fics #footballer fics #footballer imagines #football imagines #chelsea imagines #jorginho frello x reader

[hischierswhore]

more angst pls HSKSHDH i love the way you wrote angst shit and hurt my feelings. maybe for puli this time. like a really toxic christian who did not give a fuck about reader’s feelings because fame gets into his head and a naive reader who just wants to be loved by him 😭

i just miss you

pairing: Christian Pulisic x Reader

TW: none

A/N: thank u bff! this isn’t too angsty (i’m working on a very angsty one rn. should be posted soon 🙂)

You’d been dating since you were both 18, and when Christian got picked to play for Chelsea, you moved overseas with him.

Lately he’s been intolerable, acting like you don’t exist anymore. He doesn’t even acknowledge you. He never plans anything with you. It’s always about the team.

Now you just feel like a burden on him. You can’t stand his attitude, and it is absolutely killing you.

You walked into the living room to see Christian sitting on the couch, scrolling through TikTok. You sat down next to him.

“Hey Chris. Can we talk?” You asked as Christian looked up from his phone for a split second.

“What’s up?” He turned his attention back to TikTok, which led you to sigh.

“You know what, nevermind. You’re not even paying attention” You stood up and walked to the kitchen, which caused Christian to put his phone down and chase after you.

“Sorry, Y/n. You’ve got my attention. What’s wrong?”

“You don’t see it? Chris, we’ve changed. I get you’re committed to your team, but you completely abandon me whenever you have events. Hell, you don’t even ask me to accompany you”

“I didn’t think you’d want to join” He shrugged.

“Well maybe if you asked, you would know that I did want to go with you! Why wouldn’t I want to spend time with my boyfriend of 6 years?” Your tone got a bit loud, so you attempted to lower it as you finished speaking.

Christian stared at you as he leaned against the counter next to you.

“Do you want me to take you to every game?” He wasn’t fully getting what you were trying to say.

“Oh my god you’re not understanding!” You shouted as you rubbed your hands across your face.

“This isn’t about football, Christian! It’s about the fact that you never spend time with me unless it involves football. I miss going on dates. I miss just staying in and watching movies with you all night. I just miss you, Chris, but you don’t see that” Your eyes began to fill with tears.

Christian put his hand on top of yours in attempt to help you calm down. You took in a deep breath.

“Shit, Y/n, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize that you felt like that.” His voice was soft and soothing, just like it usually was, but it still brought a little comfort.

“I’ll try to make more time for you, for us, princess” He grabbed you into a hug and whispered sweet things in your ear until your emotions finally settled.

When he pulled away from you, you gave him a weak smile before standing up straight.

“Let’s order some food.” He suggested before he picked you up and carried you to the couch.

You both watched Netflix while you ate burgers and fries on the couch. Christian pulled you close and wrapped you in his arms, squeezing you tightly. You sighed as he kissed your neck.

After another kiss along your jaw line, Christian pulled away to admire you as you laid in his arms.

He gently grabbed your hand and brought it to his mouth, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand.

“I love you, Y/n” He whispered to you.

A lump formed in your throat as you smiled and squeezed his hand tighter.

He hadn’t said those words in months, and to finally hear them meant everything to you.

“I love you too, Christian” You smiled at him and he brought you into another kiss.

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Christian kept his promise to you. You followed Christian around everywhere now. You went with him to all of his games, you accompanied him to events and he even took you out at least twice a week.

And they weren’t spur of the moment or hastily planned outings either. They were thoroughly planned dates.

Christian still tried to work around his schedule, though. He’d plan things around his trainings & games, just for you.

His goal was to keep you happy, and he did just that. Every day was special because you spent it with him.

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[chaoswillfallrpg]

CAMILLE ROWLE is TWENTY-SEVEN YEARS OLD and a STYLIST for WITCH WEEKLY. She looks remarkably like EMMA ROBERTS and considers herself NEUTRAL. She is currently TAKEN. 

→ OVERVIEW:

The younger child of the Rowle family by just ten months, Camille Rowle has always been treated as though she was special by her parents. Given how close Camille and her older brother THORFINN ROWLE were born to one another, it is safe to assume that she had arrived earlier than her parents were planning, which Thorfinn had tried to hold over her head ever since she could remember. No longer the apple of his parents eyes, Thorfinn claimed his sister had ‘stolen’ his time alone with them and what might have been seen as emotionally draining on a little girl, being repeatedly told you were an accident or selfish and unwanted did not particularly phase her very much. Since the day Camille was born, the pair were treated more like twins than siblings and subsequently had to share everything, especially their parents' attention. Not particularly bothered by this fact, Camille moved on with her life as if he was not there at all, always one to demand attention just by being present she never found it difficult to receive it, Thorfinn on the other hand, had to fight for it constantly, making him feel rather sour towards his younger sister. The rivalry continued throughout their childhood, and despite the small age gap, Camille shone where her brother did not. She walked a lot faster than he did, talked a lot sooner than him, and was constantly doted on due to her blossoming beauty and intelligence. It was clear to the entire family that although Thorfinn was in no means ugly, in fact he would grow up to be rather striking, but in comparison to Camille, it was plain to see she had inherited both the looks and intelligence from the Rowle family. Camille was the clever Rowle, Thorfinn the brawny one. 

While Camille read and played, Thorfinn entertained himself by throwing his sisters things out the window, attempting to hit her in the process. The fights that broke out between the pair could be heard from the far side of their home in Canterbury, the family residing  by The River Stour. Throughout the years many possessions were seen being thrown and, as they came into their powers, flying and floating out of the windows. Their nanny became quite competent at memory charms as she used them on most muggles that dared to walk past the house when the pair were having a fight. Camille being a Metamorphmagus didn’t help her relationship with her brother. When she was three she got a bout of the sneezes and turned her hair from it’s usual golden blonde to a deep pink, then to lilac and to a brilliant aquamarine. Ever since then she attempted to perfect the skill, using her abilities to further stoke fires with her brother to get him into trouble. By ten she could shift herself into most animals. Most notably an albatross, which her brother has been frightened of ever since they had a family holiday to Antarctica. Attempting to throw chips at Camille, he caught the attention of one which then flew after Thorfinn for his food, leaving her in fits of laughter as he tried to escape. Sometimes in the middle of the night when he had been particularly irritating, Camille liked to sit on his bed in her albatross form and wake him by pecking at him. Often he hit her with a pillow and woke up their parents with bouts of screaming, to which Camille rushed back to her bedroom and pretended to be asleep, leaving Thorfinn with yet another trip to the naughty step, though it was entirely her fault. 

Leaving for Hogwarts, the siblings parted ways fairly quickly, boarding the Hogwarts Express through different carriages, Camille set off to find some deserving friends. She had a list of things her circle must be, intelligent, beautiful, and witty to name a few, and although she understood that being Pure-Blood afforded you certain luxuries that others may not have, it wasn't essential. She found an empty carriage, dumped her cases and watched the riff raff walk by her windows until she spotted potentials. Ten minutes into the journey she had dragged the likes of GENEVIEVE AVERY, ANASTASIA DUPONT, FLORENCE JONES and ANDRESSA PARKINSON into her carriage. The girls exuded everything Camille would need in order to succeed at Hogwarts and the journey to Scotland only solidified this, by the time they pulled up in Hogsmede, they were practically sisters, awkward silence never presenting itself in the carriage. An easy sort for the hat, Camille went after her brother, hoping that she too wouldn't be placed into Hufflepuff and was quickly placed into Ravenclaw, wit, intelligence and creativity she was a surefire addition. With only Genevieve being sorted into Ravenclaw, Camille understood the importance of furthering her alliances within her house, and an opportunity presented itself as soon as she sat down. RITA SKEETER seemingly sought Camille out, having done her research before coming to school as she wanted only the highest quality friends, she had ambition which Camille could relate to and the pair became quick friends. Their friendship expanded to include fellow Ravenclaws BETTY BRATHWAITE and DAISY HOOKUM, the group bonding over their love of fashion, gossip and beauty. It came to a point where the four girls thought it only right that they share their insight into the world through a school paper, the Weekly Raven contained beauty tips, gossip, politics and sports commentary. Camille focused on a fashion article, finding it to be the perfect balance between judging other people and writing about what she loved, clothes, bags, jewellry, you name it, Camille could talk about it for hours. 

Since first year Camille proved that she was not someone to be trifled with, being the only known student to turn down an invitation to the exclusive ‘Slug Club’ Camille rolled her eyes at PROFESSOR HORACE SLUGHORN and carried on her way to class. Ever since then the girl carried with her an air of royalty that no one but her brother seemed to dissuade. Going in to second year her reputation seemed to proceed her, finally meeting her estranged cousin REGINA ROWLE lead the girls ego to grow even further, happy to help pathe the way for her cousin to be as popular as she was becoming, Camille guided her towards a good group of friends, wanting to leave a legacy behind her, knowing she would need to coach the girl as Thorfinn wouldn't bother. During her time at Hogwarts Camille would use her metamorphmagus skills to her advantage, turning into animals and strolling around the castle, an excellent method to overhear certain conversations, a tip that she didn't fail to share with her friend Rita. Throughout her years at Hogwarts Camille’s reputation was solidified by the exclusivity that her friendship group boasted, many girls tried and failed to be a part of it, and many boys tried and failed to land one of the members. Only a handful of boys were ever graced with their attentions, and even then they had to fight for them, one boy who caught the eye of Camille was CHRISTIANO PARKINSON, Andressa’s twin brother. He had made all the right connections and was excelling in school, really he was the perfect candidate for Camille’s affections, plus he was Thorfinn’s best friend so he came with the added bonus of annoying her older brother. The pair started officially dating at the start of sixth year and have been together ever since, what started out as a way to further her alliances and annoy her brother turned out to be something completely different for Camille, she fell for him and he fell back, not that she would let anyone else see that. 

Leaving Hogwarts with several job offers Camille chose to work as a stylist for Witch Weekly magazine, coming from a wealthy family she didn't necessarily need a job but couldn't turn down the opportunity to tell people what to wear. She moved into a four floor Chelsea townhouse on the Kings Road with Anastasia and Florence and spent most evenings with the pair sipping on champagne like it was water and discussing their respective days. All three girls worked in fashion and beauty and their home echoed that, walk-in wardrobes, designer bags strewn everywhere and more shoes than any of them could ever wear. Anastasia was a fabric buyer and would often go to exotic places for work, which Camille was more than happy to join her for, spending the time sourcing materials and clothing of her own for the magazine. Living away from Christiano had led to the couple drifting apart, neither one spoke of the issue whilst in each other's company but both could feel its presence. Camille could feel him pulling away from her, getting further and further entangled with BELLATRIX BLACK and the schemes she involved herself with. Knowing full well that Christiano’s feelings for Bellatrix were not simply friendly Camille strayed before he was given the chance to. Never one to be seen loving the other more Camille bit the bullet and cheated on him first when an afterwork round of cocktails with ORLAITH MACMILLIAN turned into several and a beautiful blonde stranger approached her. Knowing their breakup was inevitable but not quite ready to let her first love go she continued on this path, she enjoyed flirting with and having harmful kisses with strangers because she knew it meant nothing and therefore could tell herself it was okay. 

Things quickly changed however when she was introduced to HARRISON BAGNOLD one day at work. Her boss CELESTE MAXIME saw much of herself in Camille and constantly said she was a shoe in for her role once she had retired and so had given her free reign over the three page spread on the newly appointed Minister for Magic MILLICENT BAGNOLD. Working closely with the Minister to design the shoot and style her for the article she was also introduced to her two rather striking sons Harrison and his younger brother BOOKER BAGNOLD. Styling both sons for the family portion of the shoot meant having close contact with the pair, leading to trouble when she found herself most intrigued by the older brother. He openly flirted with her in front of his mother, which she happily sent him the cold shoulder and a roll of her eyes in return which only seemed to fuel the boy's attention. Stopping by her office several more times than was necessary with invites to parties or dinners, flowers and perfume were at the start turned down by the cold witch. She was enjoying the flirty repartee between them too much to agree straight away but it eventually led them to a cocktail bar in Muggle London, one too many cosmopolitans and things got out of hand. Now knowing that she couldn't hide this from Christiano forever, being friends with his sister making it even more difficult, Camille had a decision to make, does she stay with her first love who seemingly has feelings for another or does she explore this new relationship with Harrison, a man she is attracted to despite her best efforts not to be and who lights a fire in her she had all but forgotten? All the while a war is brewing that she has no interest in partaking in, but her hand is being forced by the mere fact that her brother, cousin and current boyfriend so clearly have chosen their side. 

→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION:

Blood Status → Pure-Blood (Metamorphogis)

Pronouns → She/Her

Identification → Cis Female 

Sexuality  → Up To Roleplayer

Relationship Status → In a Relationship with Christiano Parkinson

Previous Education →  Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (Ravenclaw)

Family → Thorfinn Rowle (brother), Regina Rowle (cousin), Rowena Rowle (cousin)

Connections  → Christiano Parkinson (boyfriend), Anastasia DuPont (best friend/housemate), Florence Jones (best friend/housemate), Genevieve Avery (best friend), Andressa Parkinson (best friend), Rita Skeeter (close friend), Daisy Hookum (close friend), Betty Braithwaite (close friend) Celeste Maxime (boss), Orlaith MacMillan (colleague/friend), Harrison Bagnold (romantic liaison), Bellatrix Black (adversary)

Future Information → Editor and Chief of Witch Weekly Magazine

CAMILLE ROWLE IS A LEVEL 7 WITCH/METAMORPHAGIS.

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[ohhophelie]

when: nov 4, mid afternoon where: laurent’s house, chelsea who: ophélie & @laurent--stpierre​

His house looked the exact same. Which wasn’t surprising, but maybe it was that she was no longer the same and thought the rest of the world would adjust. After what Théo had told her the day before and her attempt to somehow be there for Étienne like he’d been there for her countless times; Ophélie was a bit more deliberate and planned in how she’d force her company and support on Laurent. Because no matter how she might have once felt for him, she loved him as she loved them all, loved him as one of her best friends. And when her best friends hurt and lost and suffered, Ophélie would do whatever she could to be there for them.

So here she was on his front step, arms full of enough take out, alcohol, and drugs for a small party all shoved into two huge bags. She knocked once then waited just a moment before knocking harder, her impatience winning out over whatever bit of propriety still lingered.

“Laurent!” She called through the closed door, “Its Ophélie, I know you’re in there, open up! The food is getting cold!” She shifted slightly, ready to knock again when the door burst open and her heart broke at the hurt painted across his face. The blonde stepped inside with a small smile, making her way to the kitchen before she fully dropped enough take out to feed a large family on his floor.

“I went to like five different places because I wasn’t sure what I was in the mood for, so we have plenty of options! I have your beloved Rémy and also this special blend cognac from some tiny vineyard or distillery or whatever the fuck they are called that my grandmother swears by and she’s got the best taste in the family after me so I figured we could give it a try. And of course my usual care package consisting of champagne and cocaine. I even got something for Franz so he wouldn’t feel left out.” All of this came out quickly as she pulled out various boxes and bottles with an anxious energy before she finally looked over at him.

“I’m so sorry, Laurent. If you want to talk, or be distracted, or yell at me for fully fucking off for six months, or just sit in silence and drink, I’m here for whatever you need. I know I can’t take the weight of this pain from you, but I am not going to let you bear it alone.”

#i am your sweetheart psychopathic crush | laurent #sad frenchie hours #let me know if i need to update anything #!!!