It’s Over🕊️

“now he know. he knows now. “😭😭

golden boot winner everyone!!

Oooh to be a fly in that dressing room

story of us k.h

if i could write a story about my life then i would dedicate a whole book about just you and i. i could write pages and pages about everything, from the moment i saw you to the moment i fell for you to the moment everything started to go downhill. 

chapter upon chapter about you. i would dedicate a whole chapter about how dull my life was before you came into it and how you managed to make it so bright so very quickly. i’ll write about how you caught my eyes across the room, drawing me in and then getting me hooked by saying “hello”. 

when they read that they’ll still be naïve to the future, just like i was, they’ll say “they’re the lucky ones” envying our young and picture-perfect love, just like our friends did all those years ago.

my next chapter would be about honeymoon phase, where we couldn’t get our hands off of each other, becoming each other’s oxygen, only being able to live if we were next to each other. how different that is to now. no longer am i the girl i was when i was with you. no longer am i always by your side, no longer having a seat reserved next to you and now having to look for an empty seat in a room full of people. you gave me the key to the cage i didn’t even know i was locked in. i don’t even know where you are in your story anymore, maybe you’re going through your redemption arc, i don’t know.

the chapter after that would be about the fall. not the falling in love part, the falling out of love part. i’ll write about how much easier everything could’ve been if we had just talked to each other, properly. if i had known what i know now maybe we could’ve had it all, we could’ve made it. if i had told you more about me, then maybe we could’ve both broken down the walls i built up. i would write to you kai. not to the readers of our story, but to you. i would write to you about how much i wish, no pray that we could’ve made it work or at least at the minimum, i wish we could’ve at least made it end a little bit better. i wish we didn’t fight as much and i wish we didn’t lose our voices as much due to the words we used to shout at each other. but we can’t change the past, no matter how much i wish i could. 

then i would write about the now, how we manage to stand alone on two opposite sides of the room, not speaking, not looking at each other, just watching the world pass by. i could laugh until my stomach aches at the irony of the situation i found myself in but at the same time i could cry out in anger and sorrow because at the end of the day i still love him because he was there for me, through thick and thin, even when we were at the end. i will write about how much i hope this is affecting you, killing you that you can’t hold me anymore because that’s how i feel. i hope you think of me when you wake up to the moment you fall asleep because i do. and no amount of silly blind dates is going to get you out of my head, but you’ll leave one day because life moves on, we’ll move on, well unless you’ve already moved on but i doubt that, we both had a strong hold on each other’s hearts and you know that.

i wish i could know what you would write kai. would you say the same things about me, would you blame it all on me or would you take the blame? how you would you describe me? would you say i was just another face in the crowd or would you describe me as if you were romeo talking about his sweet juliet. i guess you could say we’re kind of like them only that our families aren’t mortal enemies and did actually love us being together or the fact that we don’t take our lives at the end of our story. okay, maybe that was a bad example but what i mean to say, is that we were a tragedy, star crossed lovers perhaps.

i wonder if you would write about how stupid i defiantly look right now, because i would. i could write about how i’m trying to make myself look busy and that no matter how hard i try, it probably isn’t working at all. you’re probably staring at me and thinking ‘what is going on inside her head?’ and if only you could speak those words out loud, i would be able to say it’s because ‘i love you’. 

it’s a shame i’ll never be able to publish this big book idea of mine, i mean i could, it’s just i don’t want to because it isn’t just my story, it’s ours. that’s besides the point though, because either way i will never say any of this out loud, it will just be another one of those moments that could’ve led to a different path in my life. maybe in another life, we could’ve found each other after all this and i would tell you it all and maybe we could’ve made this damn book a reality but that’s just another ‘would’ve could’ve should’ve’ moment. if only we weren’t so hot headed and quick to jump to conclusions and not so stubborn to admit that we were in fact the person in the wrong. if only i wasn’t such a perfectionist, thriving off of praise and needing that constant reassurance, telling me that i’m doing good or if only you didn’t hold your pride so highly and tightly, unlike how you would hold me. 

if this is my story then i’m scared to see how it ends because i feel as though we have a few more empty pages left to fill, and would you please stop acting as if this is nothing kai? why won’t you just come up to me and tell me you miss me or at least say a ‘hi’ or something. i would be right up for doing that but i’m lost for words right now and i can’t put together the words to describe how much i miss you, hell i’m sure if i went up to you right now, crickets would begin to start chirping, that’s how loud the silence is. almost suffocating.

look at us now kai, we’re just watching the walls and tables collect dust by how long we’ve been avoiding each other and it’s killing me and i can’t help but want you here, in my arms holding me close. i want to know kai, i really want to know whether or not you feel the same way as i do. did you happen to miss me after i left? is this space between us making you want to itch closer to me or am i just making this tension up? how much i curse the world for making us ‘the star-crossed lovers’, i mean how unfair is that, why are we the ones that have fallen victim to this god awful ‘trope’.  

we’re acting as if we’re part of a contest, one where we have to ignore the one person we so desperately want to be close to. i don’t like this game, no in fact i despise it, liking it much better when you were with me, whispering the sweetest words i’m sure the world has ever heard. so many things i wish i had said to you kai but we had such little time, it was practically impossible to squeeze it all in, meaning that i couldn’t. so, we have to accept that not all stories end in a happy ending, and that although the prince did help the damsel in distress leave the danger behind her, the damsel is managing perfectly fine on her own, no matter how much she does miss said prince. 

this is how we end our story though, me and you on opposite sides of the room, not uttering a single world and only taking soft breaths avoiding eye contact with each other but knowing that the other is there. two people who were in love but just not meant to be.

no way?? news came out just after i said whoever wrote script for this season doesn’t deserve a raise??

WE GOT OUR 15 POINTS BACK MOOOVEEEEE

thank you girls for sending this<3

1. i grew up with gossip girl and i think blair waldorf is probably the most influential character from that era

2. before i joined tumbrl,i wrote a series with 20 characters and i girl i used to be friends with deleted the whole thing.. luckily i remember most of it and i have boards for all of them on pinterest

3. i’m really good at telling anecdotes from nights out

even when one person likes your work and lets you know that,it makes a hugee difference. imagine what difference it is when it’s more than one person- it motivates us so much.

to all the writers here- your work and talent shouldn’t go unnoticed and you are appreciated 🤍

in light of this,i made a recommendation list<3

It really bothers me how little feedback and energy fic writers get from readers.

Like dont get me wrong, a like is always always appreciated as its nice to know people are reading what you put out, but having someone reblog with even the shortest comment or leave an ask saying you enjoyed really makes the biggest difference.

Top tip: the more you interact with writers, the more fics will be written

y’all have like… actual visual images of your mutuals? I’m sorry but I 100% picture you as your icon. even if your icon is like, a candle. I assume you’re a sentient candle

@gaviandgrizisgirl request :)

warning: smut

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“You did so good cariño” you said, seated on your boyfriends lap at home after his first game back.

“Thank you amor, I’m glad to be back” he said, caressing your sides softly. Your mouth met his before slipping lower to his neck, leaving wet kisses. His hands squeezed your sides, repositioning your crotch against his growing erection.

You grinded your hips, making Pedri groan. You kissed your way up to his jaw, slight stubble grazing your cheek. You held on his neck, lips coming to his earlobe. Your tongue swirled against it before you whispered

“I think you deserve a reward”

Pedri smiled “Oh yeah?”

“Mhm”

You took off his shirt, carresing his chest and leaving a trail of kisses all the way down to his happy trail. You stroked him over the shorts, and he really wanted to let you pleasure him but the number 8 on your back with his name spelling above was doing things to him. Pedri pulled at the hem of his jersey.

“I wanna fuck you in the jersey” he whispered and you smirked, getting back onto his lap. You discarded your shorts,showing off the lacy underwear. Pedri hooked a finger under, pulling the material to the side. He spread your arousal around your clit, making you whine.

Suddenly, he switched positions pushing you on all fours before him. You heard him take off the rest of his clothes. He grabbed his dick, leaking precum, and stroked it a few times at the view of his name on your back. You felt the tip against your folds and pushed your ass back, asking for more.

Pedri wasted no time either and entered you in one swift movement, making you both moan. He started thrusting into you, enjoying the view of your ass bouncing with every snap of his hips.

His movements came to a stop and you looked back at him breathless and confused. Before you could say anything tho he spoke up

“Come on, bounce on my dick. You wanted to reward me, yeah?”

You hesitated a bit before moving up and down on him. Pedri grabbed your ass, squeezing the flesh, making you moan his name. His eyes never left his name sprawled across your back with his cock buried inside of you.

“Fuck, your pussy is better than my comeback”

You clenched at his words, feeling closer to cumming.

“It’s all yours Papi, you deserve it” you moaned out, your movements becoming sloppy.

Pedri noticed this, stilling your hips with his hands and thrusting up into you harshly. You were already on edge and this was enough for you finish. With his name on your lips, you came, head falling into the pillows.

Your sounds were enough to push Pedri over the edge as well, filling you up with his cum. He thrusted a few more times before pulling out, letting his cum drip out of your pussy. That sight,paired up with the jersey was enough to make him hard again.

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no way u really made me a character 🥺🥺 but on serious note,this series is mind blowing u guys have to read this😍😍

juno! j.b pt.3

my knuckles rapidly knock on mel’s door as i try to tame my breath. when the door finally swings open i see mel let out a long sigh, obviously not expecting me.

“what are you doing here, idiot? you told me i was supposed to get you at four it’s three!”

“i couldn’t do it. it reminded me of a dentist you know? and they had these stupid magazines with those quizzes on what season you are and then the receptionist kept giving me the evil eyes and kept trying to give me these weird condoms that made her boyfriends balls smell like pie and oh su-chin was there! did you know that the baby has fingernails? i mean can you believe it! fingernails!”

mel grimaces yet her eyes are amused.

“oh, gross. do you reckon the baby could scratch your vag when it comes out” 

i ignore her comment.

“i’m staying pregnant, mel”

she shushes me quickly.

“keep your voice down mate, my mum’s creeping around somewhere. she doesn’t that we’re you know”, her voice goes down into a whisper “…sexually active.”

what does that even mean?

“ oh… well i was thinking about everything and i thought ‘oh! there’s someone out there that would want my baby!’ you know like the women who can’t have kids or maybe some lovely lesbians”

“but…. you’ll get huge and your tits are going to lactate like a cow and you’ll have to tell everyone that you’re pregnant!” 

“i know but maybe they’ll all love me for being so caring!” 

“ or maybe they will also lose their shit and be super mad at you and possibly not let you graduate or most importantly let you go to the alps for spring break.”

“ i don’t care about the alps, jude and i were planning on taking a trip to portsmouth for spring break anyway.”

mel sighs in response, exhausted by the constant name drops of jude.

“well, maybe you could look at one of those adoption ads i mean they’re literally filling the newspapers at this point.”

“there are ads? for people to become parents?”

“oh yeah tons! you can sell anything from iguanas to exercise bikes to babies! it’s crazy what you can do!”  

“come on mel, you really think i want to scope out possible parents in the local newspaper! that’s so dodgy! it’s like buying clothes at the corner shop! i won’t be looking at the newspaper advertisements”

we sit on the bench under the pretty tree in the big park, as we look through the numerous amount of advertisements in the newspaper.

“the newspaper sucks.” 

it really does. never have i wanted to fall asleep more than i have when i was reading this garbage.

“i know juno, but at least it sucks for free and what else were we meant to do today?” 

she’s right of course, we have nothing else to do today. 

after mel finishes speaking, we continue to turn the pages in silence when she find a couple who’s teeth are as blue as water, their lips just as blue as them well. the articles reads “wholesome, spiritually wealthy couple who have find true love with each other.” 

she turns her head to face me, i’m guessing to check if i’m paying attention to the article in her hand, though i’m off in another world, looking at a selling for a piano. my mind goes straight to jude when i see the advertisement. 

“ did you see there’s a guy here who’s giving away a piano, free for the hauling as well! i reckon we should get it and haul it to jude’s house.

“you’re not listening”

“no, i heard you loud and clear but i just can’t give the baby to someone that will describe themselves as “wholesome” you know. to be honest, i’m just looking for someone a bit more on the edge.

“well then what do you have in mind, a family of disturbed loners who are into knife play and incest? cmon juno they’re going to be the person that’s going to have a human life! one that’s been inside of you at that!”

“no mel! i was thinking more along the lines of a graphic designer, in their thirties, and has a cool asian wife who dresses awesome and plays bass perfectly, but i’m trying to keep my choices open.”

“all right, oh how about this one? a healthy, educated couple who are seeking an infant to join our family of five, you will be compensated please help us complete the circle of love.“

nope. nope. nope.

“big no, they sound exactly like a cult and they have three kids already, greedy guys! not the one for mini me”

“y/n! you need to take a look at this one.”

mel points to the newspaper and i look down to paper. it reads “educated, successful couple who wish to….” 

but i don’t get to finish reading because i take a look at their faces. their beautiful faces that are pretty even in black and white, 

their names were betty and aaron jones.

and they were definitely the future parents of my baby.

jude sits in his room, listening to the playlist that y/n had recommend to him and the same one that played when they went to fourth base.

he stares at the pages of his yearbook, specifically at the photo of y/n and the message that she wrote for him, and him only. it says “hey jude! i hope one day you get off of this photo with your lotion that you not so secretly keep in your drawer! joking (well…) love y/n.

god was he in love with her, she was just so ugh. she was just perfect and somehow he was the lucky one that managed to see her in all her beauty. he was the one that got to see all her scars and insecurities and he was the one that kissed her there. he was one lucky son of a bitch that’s for sure. 

he doesn’t care if she doesn’t ever love him (the biggest lie on planet earth) all he cares about is that he was the first person that she opened up to and that even if she never loves him back, then he will watch from the side-lines, cheering her on no matter what she does. because he really loves her. 

jude reaches for the phone, the same one y/n has hanging in her room, debating whether or not to call her. he puts the phone down after a couple of moments. 

he’s brought out of his moment by a knock on his door, which is soon followed by his mothers head peaking through. 

“jude baby? are you coming downstairs to eat?”

“no, no i don’t think so. not really feeling it oddly enough”

“but you played for at least 5 hours today puppy, you need to eat and it’s breakfast for tea and i know that’s your favourite”

jude just places his hand on his stomach.

“y/n y/l/n called by the way.. while you were out. she wanted to know whether or not your coming to this performance on saturday.” 

“oh thanks for the message ma”

“judie, you know i feel about her, she’s trouble.”

“i know you’ve said…. maybe about fifty times.”

“i just don’t want you to consider her a close friend that’s all.”

she sighs and leaves jude to himself.

jude then only finally reveals what’s hidden in his closed fist. the panties that he kept from that magical night.

a/n: i really hope these are doing the movie justice! @taintedstranger i think you wanted a tag so i really hoped you enjoyed it!

honored to be included in these!! make sure to check these other writers and her blog too🫶🏻

April Recs

I barely reblogged any fics in April, I promise I’ll do better. These are the fics I reblogged in April.  Baby’s here - Erling Haaland - written by @highdreaming Number 10 - Cho Gue Sung - written by @kpdlvr2 Dating Headcannon - Nicola Zalewski - written by @i9messi Soft launch instagram au - Kepa - written by @fernandezology Baby - Lucas Paqueta - written by @httpsdana J - Erling Haaland - written by @football-and-fanfics

anon,are u sure she isn’t chelsea fan in disguise? she watched our game yesterday over biggest game of season…

actually nevermind,just heartbroken over ucl final but thank you for your insightful analysis🥰

and i noticed she thinks “benzema 15 moment😂” is funny so can’t say i would be suprised if she really wished death upon someone

Sorry,did you see that @ julianalvarezzz posted a “joke” about how she would celebrate if some Chelsea fan died at 16? They deleted these posts now but claimed that she deserves it and it’s funny when other people say it so it should be okay when she says it…

do you maybe have screenshots? if that’s true,it’s really fucked up and not something to joke about. at the end of the day,it’s just football,chill.