When Dreams Collide: Y/N and Elizabeth Olsen RE WRITING

Chapter 27 "Ribs and Bruises: A Love Story"

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Chapter 27 - Part 1

Y/N had returned to Barcelona after her short break, throwing herself back into training and matches with renewed energy. Meanwhile, Dua was in London, fully immersed in her upcoming album. Their schedules were hectic, pulling them in opposite directions, but no amount of distance could weaken the connection they had built. They made time for each other, whether through late-night FaceTime calls or sweet texts that brightened their busy days.

Tonight was no different. Y/N, exhausted from an intense training session, collapsed onto the couch, her muscles aching but her heart eager for a familiar voice. She reached for her phone and dialed Dua, a small smile creeping onto her lips as she anticipated hearing her girlfriend’s voice.

The screen lit up, and within seconds, Dua appeared, her face illuminated by the dim lighting of her London studio. She looked breathtaking as always, but Y/N immediately noticed the tiredness in her eyes.

“Hey, babe,” Dua greeted with a soft smile, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

“Hey,” Y/N murmured, getting comfortable on the couch. “Long day?”

“Brutal,” Dua sighed. “Studio sessions, meetings, then more studio time. But I’m done now, finally. How about you?”

Before Y/N could respond, a familiar sound broke through the call.

“Mama! Mama!”

Oscar Blue, their mischievous dog, had recognized Y/N’s voice and was now frantically jumping around in the background. His tiny paws smacked against Dua’s phone, causing the screen to shake. He let out an excited bark, his tail wagging furiously.

Y/N’s smile widened. “Hey, Blue! Miss me?”

Oscar whined, pawing at Dua’s lap, as if demanding she hand over the phone so he could be closer to Y/N.

Dua laughed, scratching behind his ears. “I swear, he loves you more than he loves me.”

Y/N chuckled. “Well, I do give him the best belly rubs.”

Dua rolled her eyes playfully but then tilted her head, taking in Y/N’s appearance. She was wearing a loose shirt, her hair still damp from a shower, looking effortlessly beautiful even in her exhaustion. But as Y/N shifted, her shirt lifted slightly, exposing toned abs—and something else.

Dua’s smile vanished. Her eyes locked onto a dark, sprawling bruise along Y/N’s ribs.

“Wait… What is that?” Dua’s voice dropped, the playful warmth replaced by concern.

Y/N glanced down and tried to tug her shirt down quickly. “It’s nothing, babe.”

“Nothing?” Dua’s tone sharpened. “That looks bad! When did that happen?”

Y/N hesitated. “It’s just a bruise from training—”

Before she could brush it off any further, the doorbell rang.

“One sec,” Y/N said, getting up.

Dua barely heard her. She was still staring at the bruise, her mind racing.

Y/N opened the door to find Rachel, her best friend, holding a bag of groceries. Rachel stepped inside, immediately noticing the FaceTime call still running.

“Hey, Dua!” Rachel greeted with a grin.

“Hey, Rachel.” Dua barely returned the smile before getting straight to the point. “Did you know Y/N has a massive bruise on her ribs?”