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pinkyqil · 1 day

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can you write something for lia walti x leah williamson x reader?

Yours truly

lia x leah x r

Summary : you surprise your girlfriends at there game after being on tour for months inspired by this

Author's note : thank you so much to the both anons who sent me this fic idea especially to the other anon who helped me figure out what to do with it I hope you all enjoy the fic and it reaches your expectations 💗.

Your girlfriends were footballers while you were artist who always found herself in the studio or on tour.

A lot of people tell you it won't work out because of your distances and work load and all but you guys do make it work which was all that mattered.

You had recently got off tour after the making of your third full album and a world tour.

you had told your manager that you would be staying in London for the mean time before needing to get back in the studio after your hiatus.

Your girlfriends don't know about it any of your plans yet as you wanted to surprise them.

Arriving at your shared penthouse which often wasn't used as you weren't always there but things are about to change.

You had texted Beth to let her know about your plans as she was really close to leah and that's how you connected.You needed someone to show you around this familiar city even though you've came to london for tour you never really had the chance to explore it.

So Beth had offered to show your around before their home game against chelsea today. you we're having a lot of fun with Beth as she explained the rivalry between arsenal and Chelsea too you.

It wasn't that you didn't have that much of a football knowledge in fact you did having to grown up in a household full of man and women obsessed.

with the game and took it all seriously especially growing up with brother's who played too.You just weren't fawn of it but for your girls everything mattered.

Beth had drop you back home so that you could change into something more comfortable for the match you decided on one of Leah's sweater that you found and a black pair of high waisted pants that belong to lia.

Arriving at the emirates stadium you first bought yourself an arsenal scaf so you wouldn't get recognized by both leah and lia in the family and friends section and enjoy the game from nosy fans.

Lia and Leah knew something was up with you when you three were on call you kept rushing the call and looking super stressed about something which they planned to call you again after today's game to find out what was happening with you.

Least to say you where able to surprise your girls after they won a 3-1 to chelsea. Once the bell whistle rang Beth immediately came your way helping cross over to get out of the friends and family section. It had the whole team confused plus her girlfriend and yours.

to say the confusion left there faces as soon as they saw you walking towards the pitch.

Leah had grabbed lia's hands so that they could run towards you. saying that you got tacked by your lovers with hugs would be an understatement.

"I can't believe that your here". Lia said helping you get up.

"Well surprise". You told them both

"That why you we're acting all weird on the phone the other day". leah told you.

"No I wasn't".

"Baby you definitely where". she said

"Whatever". you rolled your eyes at her

"Oh come on you guys". beth intervened

"Yeah you two". Lia added in before you all busted out laughing. You honestly missed the dynamic between the three of you and it was obvious they did to.

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pedripics · 1 day

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FULL PRESS CONFERENCE EURO 2024 | SPAIN NT - june 11, 2024

For many years we were talking about the style of play of the national team. The style that framed that generation of 08, 10, 12, the Tiki Taka, the possession, the positional game. For some time now I have the feeling that this debate has been left behind. Do we have more vertical players, on the wings, etc. You, who are representative of that first type of football, do you think we have left that debate behind? Do you think there's any sense in this debate, as you're experiencing it from inside the team?

"Well, I think anything compared to the team that made us world champions is complicated. We're going to lose out on a lot of things, but hey, we try to be as much like them as possible. It is true that now the players we have, are with different qualities, but we always try to keep our style of play and above all, because we are going to win. We also don't have to always be true to style and try to have possession. We want to win."

How are you physically? How is your right leg and what does that shot mean to you the other day, that you finished the goal in Mallorca with that right leg?

"Well, to be honest, I have already said it many times that the truth is, I feel very good physically and I am very much looking forward to, above all, facing the Croatia and starting the EUROs."

How's the anxiety thing going? Because of course, the debut is always important for the team, a stumbling block at the beginning makes everything very ugly. How do you deal with that feeling of anxiety that is created before the start of a great championship?

"Yes, we know that the first game is important. It's important to start off on a good foot, but well, it's been seen that many teams win a big tournament by losing the first game. There's no need to be anxious about that game. It is clear that we are going in to win and we are not going to want to leave anything off the field. And above all, well, get out with everything. We really want it, we're very young and we really want it to start now."

You know there are a lot of expectations with you, a lot is always expected of you. Your return after a year and a half with goals has also generated those expectations. Do you feel that you can be very important, that you come to this team at a good moment and that you can play an important role in this team?

"Well, yes, I feel I can contribute a lot. I've worked hard to get to where I am now. This season has been difficult for me, but it is clear that I am in one of the best moments of this year and I try to be the best I can for the team and help as much as I can."

I wanted you to take a look back at this difficult time for you. I wanted to know if in that year and a half, two years, you play with fear. In your reappearance, you return to the pitch. Have you ever thought I'm afraid of another relapse? (what a stupid and insensitive question lmao)

"No, not really. Are you more afraid? I am not afraid of a relapse, it seems that the press is the one that is afraid because you are always talking about it. It has been a complicated season, but I am in a great moment, wanting to play and enjoy myself above all."

In Qatar, at the World Cup, you were one of the big pictures of all the national teams, we saw you everywhere. This is your second European Cup, it's been over a year and a half. Do you feel that you are one of the stars of this team, that you have a great responsibility because you are more mature, more experienced and there are young people younger than you, which is already difficult, but there are younger players?

""Well, it is true that the previous EUROs, for example, I remember it very well. We had a great championship and I think if it wouldn't have come down to those penalties against Italy, we might have had a chance of winning it. And above all, I feel very good, with a lot of desire. I feel important because the mister tells me so, he trusts me a lot and I'm really looking forward to the start of the tournament."

I wanted to ask you what it feels like inside the locker room. Spain is not treated as one of the favourites, but as a candidate, but there is a lot of talk that there are no stars of the level of Mbappe, players of that type, Bellingham, but you have more of a team. So I wanted to ask you what feeling you have and if you care or vice versa, it may even be a motivation that you do not get into the group of favourites.

"Yes, above all, we have motivation. I think the last few days we've talked about it, that the biggest foundation we have is that we're a team, we're a family both on and off the pitch. And I think that a team will always beat a single player. And above all that is our strength, that we are very united both on and off the pitch."

In the last four games between Barça and the national team you've scored two braces. I wanted to ask you first of all if you have been working on this aspect of your goalscoring lately and how you feel on the pitch. Do you prefer to play a bit more forward to have this facility with the goal?

"Thank you, yes, I always try to improve. These are things that Luis asks for example me when I'm here and the truth is, they are things that I try to work on day by day in the training, when I can, I try to keep practising my finishing. Especially the position in which I play is much more advanced, you have many more opportunities to reach goals and especially you are in the danger zone."

I wanted to ask you about the importance of Luis de la Fuente. You did not play with the national team before the game against Andorra since December 6, 2022. I wanted to know, in that year and a half that's been going on, how many calls you've had? How many times have you met Luis de la Fuente to receive that support from the coach?

"Well, especially since he took over, because every time I see that I had an injury or something, he always called me, he cared about me and was concerned about me and the truth is that I am very grateful to him. Because in the bad moments, when everyone is critical and everything is against you, the fact that the coach of the national team cares about you, gives you a lot of confidence, and you want to work to improve and give him that confidence back that he has given me."

It's your second EUROs, but for example, it's the first for Lamine Yamal, your teammate at Barça. Has he asked you for some advice or have you given your advice to him?

"Well, Lamine, there's little advice you can give to him. I think that on the pitch he doesn't think too much about the pressure to play a EUROs or a big tournament. He plays and enjoys himself, and you can tell that he does. And above all to help him, that if he has any doubts, anything that might come to his mind, then I try to help him."

How is the group inside and what is your goal in this European Cup? You see yourselves as finalists, semi-finalists, have you talked about anything? What's the goal?

"Well, the group is really looking forward to the start of the tournament. That's normal. In the days leading up to the tournament, what you want most is for the first match to come. And well, I think that the objectives are achieved day after day and match after match. But it's clear that we didn't come to Germany to try to lose."

In the last tournaments, Luis Enrique said that he was the leader of the team. I don't know if to take the pressure off you, but I assume so. Now, in this national team, where the profile of the coach is very different, who is the leader? Is there a point of reference in the dressing room that takes the weight or is the leadership shared?

"Well, I think the leader is the team as a whole. There are a many of players, yes it is true that the captains help us a lot, they act as leaders, but I think we are a team and there is not a leader that stands out for the rest."

#the way Pedri has been answering question since he was 16 or 17 with so much maturity needs to be studied #some journalists need to step up their game though #pedri #pedri gonzalez #spain nt #*euros 2024 #*interview

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WOTS (Side - 1) - Musical

Wednesday Addams x Female Reader

Set probably during season 2 or after it.

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Word count: 3.2k

The sound of thunder made you open your eyes and you looked up at the dark clouds. It felt good to be outside, to not fear losing control. You still jumped down from the roof to the balcony and went inside your room to find the entire gang there while Wednesday writing her novel and trying to ignore the crowd that was in her room. Morticia and Gomez were checking out your knife collection, Pugsley was playing monopoly with Enid, Eugene, Ajax and Bianca and it was scary how good he was.

All of a sudden Thing jumped to your shoulder and pointed at Wednesday then gave you a reckless idea, and damn you loved it.

You cleared your throat and put the hand on Enid’s shoulder where he would be safe. He somehow found a small helmet and placed it on his wrist which was confusing everyone but you, and it was a warning of what was to come.

You winked at Enid and then walked over to Wednesday. “Hey, there,” you grinned at her and leaned down, resting your chin on her shoulder.

“What?” she asked, her voice just a degree warmer than when she talked to other people as you let the music play.

“How you choose to express yourself, it's all your own, and I can tell, it comes naturally,” you sang, moving to her other side before Wednesday could smack you. “It comes naturally, you follow what you feel inside,” you laughed as she spun the chair around and glared at you.

“Y/N,” she warned as your eyes turned golden to enhance your reaction speed.

You just shrugged and continued. “It's intuitive, you don't have to try, it comes naturally, Mmh-“ she still covered your mouth, but it was too late.

“It comes naturally, and it takes her breath away, what you do so naturally,” Enid joined in leaving the game and hiding behind Ajax as Wednesday turned to glare at her.

“You are the thunder, and I am the lightning,” you took the opportunity to move away. “And I love the way you know who you are, and to me, it's exciting. When you know it's meant to be everything comes naturally, it comes naturally when you're with me, baby,” she didn’t like ‘baby’ as you had to hide behind a pillar to avoid a knife.

“Everything comes naturally, it comes naturally,” Eugene joined in, though a bit timidly.

“Ba-ba-baby,” you turned Wednesday’s wrath back to you.

Wednesday took a deep breath. “Why do you have to do this?” she shook her head.

“You have a way of moving me, a force of nature, your energy,” you smiled as she went to your bed and sat down, arms crossed and back pressed against your propped up pillow.

“I guess I don’t mind that part,” she muttered, looking away from you with a hint of a blush on her face.

“It comes naturally,” you continued singing.

“You know it does,” Thing signed away from Wednesday’s eyes.

“It comes naturally,” Enid sang from safe distance and poked Ajax in the side so he would join in.

“Mmh-yeah,” he reluctantly sang, even though he was sweating profusely.

“And it takes her breath away,” she poked him once more thus getting him to say ‘every time’ “What you do so naturally!” she sand much bolder this time.

You rolled your shoulders, grinning at Wednesday. “You are the thunder, and I am the lightning, and I love the way you know who you are, and to me, it's exciting! When you know it's meant to be everything comes naturally, it comes naturally when you're with me, baby!” you raised your hands, promising you would stop, and you did as you hopped over Wednesday and sat down next to her. “Think you can forgive me?” you asked, just now noticing Morticia and Gomez looking at you and Wednesday, at the way your shoulders were touching, and Wednesday wasn’t moving away.

“Ah, young love! You see that Tish? Our little executioner found love!” Gomez swooned from afar, keeping a safe distance as Wednesday got up to her feet and glared, grabbing your phone and pausing.

“Need help?” you offered softly, but she just scoffed and after some fumbling found the song.

She pointed at you, defiance in her eyes and your jaw dropped, she was about to be dramatic, and you were all here for it. “You must understand, though the touch of your hand makes my pulse react that it's only the thrill of girl meeting girl, opposites attract, it's physical.”

“Only logical,” you sang along.

“You must try to ignore that it means more than that, oh-oh-oh, what's love got to do, got to do with it?” she turned away from you and then turned to her parents. “What's love, but a second-hand emotion? What's love got to do, got to do with it?”

You stood up, whispering in her ear more than singing. “Who needs a heart when a heart can be broken?”

Wednesday nodded, though she leaned back a bit. “It may seem to you that I'm acting confused when you're close to me. If I tend to look dazed, I read it some place, I got cause to be,” she paused.

“There's a name for it, there's a phrase that fits,” Morticia and Gomez sang majestically, with such passion that you were nearly blown away.

“But whatever the reason, you do it for me,” Wednesday glanced at you more than a bit comfortable with your closeness by now. “Oh-oh-oh, what's love got to do, got to do with it? What's love, but a second-hand emotion?”

“What's love got to do, got to do with it?” you smiled at her.

“Who needs a heart when a heart can be broken?” she continued as Morticia and Gomez danced together and with Wednesday in front of you no one else could see her.

“We do?” you broke away from the song for a moment, your golden eyes meeting her black eyes, and for a moment you dared to put your arm around her waist just for a few seconds. “I've been taking on a new direction, but I have to say I've been thinking about my own protection.”

Wednesday removed your hand from her waist, at least that’s how it looked from afar, but she kept her hand on yours for precious two seconds before moving it away from her waist. “It scares me to feel this way! Oh-oh-oh, what's love got to do, got to do with it? What's love, but a second-hand emotion? What's love got to do, got to do with it? Who needs a heart when a heart can be broken?” though with a bit of reluctance she stepped away from you, likely believing this whole thing was over.

Like hell it was. You took your phone and put another song on and the drums and guitar began playing in the background. “So, she said, ‘What's the problem, baby?’ What's the problem? I don't know, well, maybe I'm in love!” you sang while shuffling your shoulders as Wednesday rolled her eyes at you. You did see a bit of a blush on her face though.

“Love! Think about it every time I think about it can't stop thinking 'bout it!” you kept going, bouncing around the room as Wednesday sat down in front of her table and tapped her fingers on the table.

“How much longer will it take to cure this?” she whipped around when you sang that, prompting you to smirk and wink at her. “Just to cure it 'cause I can't ignore it if it's love, love makes me wanna turn around and face me, but I don't know nothing 'bout love, oh!”

“Come on, come on,” Enid sang, joining you though she remained in her part of the room, for safety.

“Turn a little faster,” you pumped your fist up.

“Come on, come on,” Enid continued, feeling relatively safe at the moment.

“The world will follow after,” you spread your arms wide.

“Come on, come on,” Eugene joined in and the two of you high fived before he put his hands up and did a tiny dance of his own as well, like a little bee dancing to the music.

“Because everybody's after love,” you sang a bit softer offering a hand to Wednesday only for her to reject it without saying a word or even moving from her seat.

“Not me,” Wednesday grumbled, she was leaning her chin on her hand and just looking at you in disbelief.

You shrugged, not deterred by her rejection in the slightest. “So, I said, I'm a snowball running. Running down into the spring that's coming, all this love melting under blue skies. Belting out sunlight, shimmering love!” you sang and went over to the fridge to grab something rather convenient for the circumstances.

You set a small cup of ice cream in front of Wednesday. “Well, baby, I surrender to the strawberry ice cream, never ever end of all this love,” you laughed.

“You planned this,” she narrowed her eyes, but you just shrugged this as you gave the ice cream to everyone in the room.

“Well, I didn't mean to do it,” you said it, as if answering her accusation, but then continued singing. “But there's no escaping your love, oh, these lines of lightning mean we're never alone! Never alone, no, no!” you managed to pull her to her feet and held her hands.

“Come on, come on,” Enid exclaimed, giddy by your success.

“Move a little closer,” you sang and she did move a bit closer to you.

“Come on, come on,” Thing tapped on the floor.

“I wanna hear you whisper,” you smiled, swaying with Wednesday on the spot.

“Come on, come on?” she grumbled, but your smile just turned into a wide grin.

“Settle down inside my love, oh,” you told her as you pulled even closer.

“Come on, come on,” Enid sang and pointed at Ajax as you were obviously busy staring into Wednesday’s eyes.

“Jump a little higher,” Ajax sang reluctantly, still afraid of consequences.

“Come on, come on,” Enid then pointed at Eugene.

“If you feel a little lighter” Eugene accepted the job while still happily dancing.

“Come on, come on, Y/N!” Enid exclaimed.

You chuckled and pulled back a bit. “We were once upon a time in love, we're accidentally in love! Accidentally in love.”

“Accidentally in love,” Enid, Thing, Eugene, Ajax, Bianca and Pugsley each repeated once.

“Accidentally, I'm in love, I'm in love,” you admitted through the song.

“She’s in love,” Enid, Eugene, Ajax and Bianca sang.

“Accidentally, I'm in love, I'm in love,” you sang again.

“She’s in love,” Morticia, Gomez, Thing and Pugsley sang as well.

“Accidentally!” you yelled.

“Come on, come on,” Bianca sighed, rolling her eyes unable to figure out how she got roped into this.

“Spin a little tighter,” you sang and pointed at Pugsley.

“Come on, come on?” he offered much to Wednesday’s annoyance that you were roping her own brother into this as well.

“And the world's a little brighter,” Enid finished it happily and tossed a few of her stuffed animals into the air.

“No,” Wednesday argued against that.

“Come on, come on,” you sang, looking at her parents for support.

“Just get yourself inside her love!” Morticia and Gomez encouraged Wednesday.

“I'm in love!” you finished with a large grin on your face.

“I’m not,” Wednesday denied it vehemently and for absolutely no reason whatsoever, another instrumental began playing. “If there's a prize for rotten judgement, I guess I've already won that. No one is worth the aggravation, that's ancient history, been there, done that!” she declared, looking you right into your eyes.

Your eyes widened at that, and you turned to her parents, about to say you had no idea where that came from, but they just waved your concerns off.

“Who'd'ya think you're kiddin' she's the Earth and heaven to you, try to keep it hidden, Honey, we can see right through you,” Enid sang while hiding behind you and you turned to Enid afraid of what Wednesday would do when being called out like that. “Girl, ya can't conceal it, we know how ya feel and who you're thinking of.”

Wednesday scoffed and glared, turning away from you and Enid and folding her arms over her chest. “No chance, no way! I won't say it, no, no!”

“You swoon, you sigh. Why deny it?” Thing sang only to nearly get hit by Wednesday throwing a bottle of water at him. “Uh-oh!” he signed as he ducked, his helmet nearly falling off his wrist with how fast he moved out of the way.

“It's too cliché, I won't say I'm in love,” Wednesday decided and dramatically looked outside the window. “I thought my heart had learned its lesson, it feels so good when you start out. My head is screaming get a grip, girl, unless you're dying to cry your heart out.”

“I did not hurt her,” you went over to Morticia and Gomez and sighed as the man patted your shoulder and Morticia leaned in to whisper an idea to you.

“You keep on denying who you are and how you're feeling, Baby, we're not buying,” Enid sang, now hiding behind a pillar. “Hon, we saw ya hit the ceiling!”

“Face it like a grown-up! When ya gonna own up that ya got, got, got it bad!” Bianca enjoyed this a lot more than the previous songs, though even she kept a safe distance as she knelt behind Enid’s bed for cover.

“No chance, now way, I won't say it, no, no!” Wednesday groaned and threw her head back.

“Give up, give in,” Pugsley sang along with Enid.

“Check the grin you're in love,” Eugene added, alluding to an unfortunate accident when he caught Wednesday grinning without malicious intent.

“This scene won't play, I won't say I'm in love,” Wednesday definitely wasn’t giving in as she marched over to her desk once more.

“You're doin flips read our lips you're in love,” Enid smiled cheekily.

Wednesday rolled her eyes, exasperated. “You're way off base I won't say it. Get off my case I won't say it!” she began preparing a new stack of papers for her writing.

“Girl, don't be proud It's O.K. you're in love,” Bianca sang from the cover.

Wednesday paused at that. “Oh, at least out loud, I won't say I'm in love,” she whispered, blushing slightly.

“What was that?” Enid teased.

“Nothing!” Wednesday’s death glare was as serious and intimidating as she could make it, and everyone immediately caved in and let it go.

There was a bit of a pause and from the looks of it Wednesday dropped her guard down, expecting that to be the end of a fairly strange occurrence. And then, much to her horror a guitar began playing.

And you walked over, dressed fairly similar to how you were for the Rave’N last year. She stood up and looked at you, puzzled, lost in your eyes as golden lightning surrounded the two of you. “Your cruel device your blood like ice one look could kill my pain, your thrill,” you sang, offering your hand to her.

She took your hand and smiled a bit. “I wanna love you, but I better not touch,” you placed your hand on her waist.

“Don't touch,” Morticia and Gomez added in the background, though you and Wednesday focused only on one another.

“I wanna hold you, but my senses tell me to stop. I wanna kiss you, but I want it too much,” you dipped Wednesday and leaned in, your lips mere inches from each other, but you didn’t close the distance.

“Too much,” her parents sang as the others began looking at you again. You just barely registered how much Morticia and Gomez swooned over the way you and Wednesday were at the moment.

“I wanna taste you, but your lips are venomous poison. You're poison running through my veins You're poison, I don't wanna break these chains!” you exclaimed, pulling her back up and letting her pull away, until you remained connected only by the fingers of your outstretched hands. “Your mouth, so hot Your web, I'm caught,” you sang as she spun until she was leaning back against you. “Your skin, so wet, black lace on sweat!” your lips brushed against her neck, the depths of the passion within each of you hidden by the bursts of lightning circling the two of you.

“I hear you calling and it's needles and pins,” Wednesday sang, pulling away from you and shuffling to the side until the two of you began circling each other, not for a moment looking anywhere but at each other. “I wanna hurt you just to hear you screaming my name. Don't wanna touch you, but you're under my skin,” she bent her knees, dipping slightly and swiping her arms along her sides, and you dispersed the lightning according to her whims.

“I wanna kiss you, but your lips are venomous poison. You're poison running through my veins. You're poison, I don't wanna break these chains!” she approached you, a knife in hand.

“Poison,” you sang alongside her parents.

Wednesday pointed the knife at you, and you grabbed the blade. “One look could kill!”

Blue began flickering through the yellow lightning and your eyes, the room heating up considerably as the blade of Wednesday’s knife began melting under your touch. “My pain, your thrill! I wanna love you, but I better not touch!” you began molding the melting metal, until the tip resembled letter ‘W’. “I wanna hold you, but my senses tell me to stop,” you let go of the knife and gathered all the lightning in your palm. “I wanna kiss you, but I want it too much,” you formed a shape of an apple out of the lightning.

Wednesday grinned ever so slightly, her eyes following your every move as you brought the lightning apple to your mouth and bit into it, making it disperse. “I wanna taste you, but your lips are venomous poison You're poison running through my veins!”

“You're poison, I don't wanna break these chains! Poison!” she sang, tossing the knife to the side.

“I wanna love you, but I better not touch!” you were getting close to the end of the song, once again in each other’s arms.

“I wanna hold you, but my senses tell me to stop,” Wednesday sang as you lifted her up and spun around.

“I wanna kiss you, but I want it too much,” you whispered in her ear.

“I wanna taste you, but your lips are venomous poison,” she leaned forward, her hands around your neck and back, in a rather possessive manner.

“Yeah!” you exclaimed tilting your head back and letting her lips graze against your bare neck.

“Well, I don't wanna break these chains. Poison! Running deep inside my veins Burning deep inside my brain. Poison! I don't want to break these chains. Poison!” you both sang together, your grips on one another firm and strong as your breaths mixed together once more, but you didn’t kiss, just smiled at one another.

A/N: Well? How was that?

Songs used: Selena Gomez & the Scene - Naturally

Tina Turner - What's Love Got To Do With It

Counting Crows - Accidentally in Love

Susan Egan - I Won't Say I'm in Love

Alice Cooper - Poison

#wednesday addams x female reader #wednesday addams x you #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday netflix #wednesday addams #jenna ortega x reader #x reader #x female reader

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yumicreatesworld · 1 day

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Betrayal: Gift Rejected - Jake Sim

Summary: You confront Jake after discovering he sought advice from Yuna, your manipulative ex-best friend, for your painful condition. Her advice worsened your symptoms, and Jake’s betrayal stings deeply. Despite his attempt to reconcile with an expensive gift, you tell him you need time to consider if you can ever trust him again.

Pairing: boyfriend!Jake x girlfriend!reader (featuring ex bestfriend!Yuna)

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 600

Genre: Contemporary, Romance

Warnings: emotional betrayal, medical issues, emotional distress, manipulation.

I got the idea for this Drabble from this prompt. Go check out their page!

“Thank you, I really hate it,” you say, pushing the velvet box back toward Jake. Your voice is calm, almost too calm, the kind that comes before a storm. You watch him flinch, his attempt at a placating smile faltering.

“Y/N, please, I thought—”

"No," you interrupt, shaking your head. "You didn't think. You went to her. Of all people, Jake, you went to Yuna."

His face crumples, and for a moment, you almost feel sorry for him. Almost. But the pain from your condition, the searing embarrassment, is too fresh. You can't forget the moment you discovered what he had done, the betrayal cutting deeper than the physical agony.

You had been dealing with thrush for weeks, the constant discomfort making even the simplest tasks unbearable. You trusted Jake to understand, to support you. Instead, he had sought help from the one person you despised more than anyone.

Yuna. The name alone makes your skin crawl. Once your best friend, she had charmed her way into your life, only to rip it apart. Her flirtation with your former boyfriend had been the final straw, leading to a painful breakup and the end of your friendship. Now, she was a well-loved doctor, her reputation untarnished by the manipulative games she played.

When you found out Jake had gone to her for advice, it felt like the ground had been pulled from beneath you. Worse, the 'advice' she gave him had aggravated your condition, leaving you in more pain than before. Yuna’s delighted laughter when you confronted her still echoes in your mind, a haunting reminder of her betrayal.

"I didn't know who else to ask," Jake says, his voice breaking. "I just wanted to help."

"You wanted to help?" you echo, incredulous. "By going to her? You know what she did to me, what she’s capable of. And you thought she would help?"

He opens his mouth to respond, but you hold up a hand, stopping him. "You didn't even tell me, Jake. You didn't think to ask me how I felt about it. You just went behind my back."

He looks down, the guilt plain on his face. "I thought... I thought if I could fix it, you wouldn't have to suffer anymore."

You laugh, a harsh, bitter sound. "Suffer? You think I'm just suffering because of the pain? Jake, I'm suffering because the one person I should be able to trust went to the one person who delights in my misery."

Silence falls between you, heavy and suffocating. You stare at the velvet box, the expensive gift inside a testament to Jake’s misguided attempt to make things right. It’s too little, too late.

"I love you, Y/N," he whispers. "I just wanted to make you happy again."

Tears sting your eyes, but you blink them back. "I don't want your gifts, Jake. I wanted your honesty. I wanted your support. And you gave me betrayal instead."

He reaches out, his hand trembling, but you step back, shaking your head. "I need time," you say quietly. "Time to figure out if I can ever trust you again."

Jake's face falls, but he nods, understanding dawning in his eyes. "I'll wait," he says. "However long it takes, I'll wait."

You turn away, unable to bear the sight of his broken expression any longer. As you walk away, the pain of your condition flares, but it's nothing compared to the ache in your heart. You wonder if some wounds can ever truly heal, or if the scars left behind will always remind you of the hurt.

Only time will tell.

Part 2(a)

Part 2(b)

Hope y’all enjoyed!

#kpop au #kpop #kpop drabbles #enhypen #enhypen jake #jake au #jake drabble #enhypen jaeyun #jake sim #girlfriend reader #girlfriend!reader #shin yuna #yuna #itzy yuna

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emmavakarian-theirin · 2 days

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petty and hypocritical rant incoming but i'm so tired of this shit in gaming whenever anything's announced

was literally just trying to find the official videos and the top results are plagued with clickbait hatefilled speculation videos and you know half of them have never played or paid attention to the series before and are just making a video for views = $$$

but even beyond that i don't get how people can dedicate themselves to making stuff like this and not find it draining, shit like this makes me want to skip the hype stage with anything and i hate not having that reaction anymore. i've seen games die because of it and it's depressing and so unnecessary

and i'll admit when i first watched it i wasn't impressed for reasons, and then later i watched it again and felt better about it once the first impression had worn off, when at the same time i was hit with "does it really matter right now? do i really care what the feel of it is so far when this is just a glimpse?? move on, then" and i did, and since then more has been released and i'm incidentally feeling even better about it, while these people have spent over 4x long complaining about the thing they're complaining about

and in my personal experience, most of the games i love today, i didn't see the trailer until after i played them; there are some i still haven't seen despite being passionate about it. i played them because i was given them, recommended them by friends, read about them through official websites/magazines, liked the company, liked the cover, etc.

this applies to many areas but i really think we need to fall back into judging things for ourselves again instead of giving attention to these people that thrive off telling you you shouldn't like something because they don't and profit off it.

#not at all saying 'DON'T HATE THINGS!!!' i just hate this behaviour we've become accustomed to #don't really want to put this in the tag either because i imagine the tag is full of controversy as it is plus it's a generic topic anyway #and yeah you could just tell me to ignore it but so could they #like i said i'm just tired #me ranting

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Million Dollar Baby

Chapter 5-Love-One

September 28, 2017-Los Angeles, California

You quietly walked into the dimly lit bedroom, trying not to wake your mother. The hot soup in your hands threatened to spill as you set it on the bedside table.

"Ayesha?"

"Hi." You whispered. "I'm sorry. Did I wake you?"

"No. I was about to get up anyway." She slowly sat up.

"Hey, relax. Don't move around too much."

"I have cancer, Ayesha. I'm not made of glass."

"Just be careful." You sat in the armchair next to the bed. "You hungry?"

"No."

"You need to eat."

"I'll eat when I'm hungry." She rubbed her temples gently.

"Do you need medicine?"

"No. I'm fine. Don't you have a match next week to get ready for?"

"Uh, no. I dropped out."

"You what?"

"I have more important things to worry about."

"Did you drop out because of me?"

"Don't say it like it's a bad thing."

"Are you outta your fucking mind?"

"Mom-"

"You can't pause your career because of me."

"I've already had a great career."

"And you'll continue to."

"About that..." You sighed and looked down at your feet.

"What?"

"I'm retiring this year."

She looked at you in disbelief before scoffing.

"You idiot."

"Can you not?"

"Why would you give up on your dream when you're on top of the world?"

"My dream? I never wanted this."

"Yes you did."

"No, you did. You wanted me to be like you. I never did."

"You're being dramatic."

"I gave up my whole life to do what you wanted me to!"

"Well, I didn't see you trying to do anything else!"

"That's because you never let me go to college! My only skill in life is hitting a ball with a racket!"

"And you're goddamn good at it!"

She covered her mouth as she began to cough dryly. You handed her a glass of water and patted her back.

"You okay?"

"Yeah."

"I don't think you've ever said I was good at tennis before."

"That's because you're not good. You're extraordinary. And it would be a mistake to retire right now."

"I'm tired, mom. I just wanna live my life." You held her hand and smiled. "I don't wanna be a tennis player anymore. I just wanna be me."

She looked at you with pity as tears formed in her eyes.

"Baby, I am so sorry if I was too hard on you. All I wanted to do was give you the joy that I had when I played. But I just ended up squashing it."

"Hey." You sat on the side of the bed. "It wasn't all bad. When Tashi and I first started, I had never been happier. Or when Art and I would play when I went to go visit him at school. And now that I've started coaching Patrick, I feel like I've finally found what I wanna do."

"Ayesha."

"What?"

"Promise me something?"

"Anything."

"Make up with Tashi and Art. Life is too short to be mad at the people you love."

"We hate each other. That's not love."

"You just said those were the happiest times of your life. Do you really hate each other, or do you think you do because you haven't tried to talk it out?"

"Why are you so wise?"

"Years and years of life, baby."

🎾TWO YEARS LATER🎾

"Game and second set, Donaldson. Six-two. Match is tied. One set all." That set Patrick off immediately. He yelled and repeatedly hit his racket on the ground, breaking it into pieces. "Code violation, racket abuse. Point penalty, Zweig."

You scoffed and got up to walk out of the stands. You pleaded with your bodyguard not to follow you. You found an empty spot by a tree and took your pen out and brought it to your lips.

"Are you vaping right now?" Tashi asked as she walked up to you.

"Are you stalking me?"

"Maybe."

"If you came here to gloat about how Art's gonna win, you can save it."

"For your information, I came to talk to you."

"What could you possibly have to talk to me about?" You took another hit and blew the smoke away from Tashi.

"I need a favor."

"Why would I do you a favor?"

"Because, it isn't for me. It's for Art."

"What do you want?"

"Tell Patrick to throw the game."

"You've gotta be fucking kidding me."

"Patrick doesn't need this win. Art does. He's this close to throwing his whole career away."

"Art's already a fucking star. If anyone needs this, it's Patrick."

"If he was playing against anyone else, I wouldn't be asking this. But if he loses to Patrick, you know what that'll do to him."

"You care about people's feelings now?"

She stepped closer and grabbed your hand.

"Ayesha, please. If Art doesn't win this, I don't know what it'll do to him."

"That's your problem. Not mine, not Patrick's. Yours."

A small gust of wind blew your straightened hair in front of your face. She reached up to slide it behind your ear.

"Ayesha, I..." She stopped herself. You could tell she wanted to say something. Part of you hoped she would curse you out so you could hate her more. The other part wanted her to kiss you again and whisper sweet nothings in your ear. "Think about it." She said before walking away.

"Why didn't you come to my mom's funeral?" You called out.

She stopped in her tracks and turned around.

"Honestly, I thought you didn't wanna see me."

"Mom would've wanted you there."

"Did you?"

"Kinda." You walked over to her. "Tashi, come on. We're grown. When are we gonna stop pretending that we hate each other?"

"Who's pretending?"

"Are you still jealous? It's been twelve years."

"You took my fucking life, Ayesha. You took my career, my brand deal, you took Patrick."

"First you were pissed because I was with Art, and now it's because I'm with Patrick?"

"He was mine first."

"He doesn't belong to you. And neither does Art for that matter."

"He's my husband."

"He's also a person. You know what I think?"

"What, Ayesha? What do you think?"

"I think you're mad at me because you're confused. You don't know what to do with yourself if you can't control everybody. Patrick and I aren't attached to your hip anymore, and you can feel Art slowly slipping away."

"Shut up."

"I think you're convincing yourself that you hate me because you're still in love with me. That's why you kissed me the other day."

"I am not in love with you. You were nothing to me. Just a glorified fuck buddy."

"One day, Tashi, you're gonna look at your perfect little life, and think about your perfect little family, and you're gonna feel this emptiness like something's missing. And then, you're gonna think about me. You're gonna realize that I was right. And all those years you spent trying to hide a part of yourself are gonna come back to haunt you."

"Stop."

"But I'll be fine. Because I know what I am. Do you?"

"Final set. Zweig to serve. Love-one." You heard in the distance.

"I guess you forgot I can read you like a book, huh?" You walked past her and went back to the stands.

#challengers #ayesha brown #million dollar baby #fanfic #patrick zweig x reader #tashi duncan x reader #art donaldson x reader

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