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π–πŽππƒπ„π‘π–π€π‹π‹  ✢  π—ƒπ—Žπ–½π–Ύ 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗁𝖺𝗆 by -sweaterweatherrr
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✢ π–πŽππƒπ„π‘π–π€π‹π‹ ❛ and, after all, you're my wonderwall ❜ football was changing, and for the first time ever, at the 2026 world cup, fifa had introduced a new rule: every national team would be allowed to include up to two female players in its official squad. for those two footballers, it meant a dream. one of them was 𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀 π’π“π€ππ…πŽπ‘πƒ. born in the big london twenty-two years earlier, she had carved her own path through the sport as a gifted midfielder whose eyes were always fixed on the next challenge. quiet by nature, she had always preferred to let the ball speak for herself. she was a young woman whose determination ran deeper than anyone could imagine. after an extraordinary season in italy, her call-up felt almost inevitable. and, hidden beneath her baggy trousers, leopard-print outfits and her love for chunky jewellery was a heart as soft as it was genuine. among the names on that squad list was 𝐉𝐔𝐃𝐄 ππ„π‹π‹πˆππ†π‡π€πŒ - the boy england had long regarded as a once-in-a-generation talent. he approached every match with the same hunger as the little boy who had dreamed of wearing that england shirt. behind the smiles and the confidence, was an unexpectedly kind soul and a sensitivity he kept carefully guarded, revealing it only to those willing to look beyond the surface. they were two young people raised beneath the same english sky, united by the same love for football and by the three lions proudly stitched across their chests, destined to discover that sometimes the truest kind of love finds you only when you're no longer searching for it. because while millions of people watched england with one shared dream, two hearts were quietly beginning to beat in perfect harmony. and what had started as the story of the most revolutionary world cup in history would slowly become theirs. 🎱 . a jude bellingham fanfic cover by @swannluvr / @g
π‡πŽππ„π˜ππ„π„  ✢  π—…π—ˆ'𝖺𝗄 π—Œπ—Žπ—…π—…π—’ by -sweaterweatherrr
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✢ π‡πŽππ„π˜ππ„π„ ❛ babyboy, honeybee, god, i love the way you look at me ❜ one was a boy who was hopelessly romantic, and one was a girl who got her head to high among the clouds. but, everyone know, that when you want so bad something, or someone, you end up losing it. that's what happened to π‹πŽ'π€πŠ π’π”π‹π‹π˜, desperately in love with π€π‹π˜π€π‘π€. it was too obvious and when alyara take his compliments as a joke, she fall for somebody else. lo'ak learned how to move on with the time, or he thought so, but, when he saw his first love that let him down hiding among those metkayna people where his family was seeking uturu, he knew that his heart started to beat again for her. Β« and when he made their hands met, a silent warmth slid into his chest, slow and deep. her hand next to his - marked by only three fingers - fitted with his with a heartbreaking ease, as if love had always known exactly where to rest, as if it had always known that shape and desired no other Β» πŸ¦• . a lo'ak sully fanfic ━━ the way of water ; fire and ash cover by @swannluvr / @goosebumpss
π‘πˆπ’πŠ  ✢  π—π—‚π–Όπ—π—ˆπ—‹ ᢻ⁴ by -sweaterweatherrr
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✢ π‘πˆπ’πŠ ❝ π—’π—ˆπ—Ž'𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 risk, i'm gonna take it ❞ due mondi diversi si odiano a vicenda, si ripudiano, un di sole, uno di luna. ma entrambi hanno bisogno della stessa cosa per sopravvivere: i frutti di sangue. proprio mentre le due tribΓΉ vanno a prendere il raccolto, π•πˆπ‚π“πŽπ‘ 𝖾 π…π‘π„π˜π€ si incontreranno. e quando il sole sfiora la luna, anche solo per un attimo, il cielo trattiene il respiro . . e nasce un'eclissi: quel raro miracolo in cui luce e ombra si abbracciano senza paura, il momento in cui persino il cielo ricorda che anche gli opposti, se si amano abbastanza, possono danzare insieme. Β« lo so che siamo diversi. tu ami il sole, io vivo nell'ombra, eppure ogni volta che ti guardo, Γ¨ come se il bosco diventasse piΓΉ luminoso, come se per un attimo dimenticassi cosa sono. non so spiegartelo bene, ma con te mi sento piΓΉ vivo. non per via della magia, o di qualche incantesimo antico, ma perchΓ©, semplicemente, quando ti parlo . . mi sento a casaΒ» 🌟 . a victor ( z4 ) fanfic cover by @swannluvr / @goosebumpss π—°π—Όπ—Ίπ—½π—Ήπ—²π˜π—² π˜‚π—»π˜π—Άπ—Ή π˜‡πŸ±
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𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 π’π”πŒπŒπ„π‘  ✢  𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖼𝗒 π—ƒπ–Ίπ–Όπ—„π—Œπ—ˆπ—‡ ΒΉ by -sweaterweatherrr
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✢ 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 π’π”πŒπŒπ„π‘ ❝ call me when he breaks your heart next summer ❞ π„π•π€ππ†π„π‹πˆππ„ π†π€π‘π‚πˆπ€ era figlia della dea dell'amore. eppure, dell'amore, non sapeva quasi nulla. nessuno glielo aveva mai insegnato davvero. non aveva mai tenuto la mano a un ragazzo, non aveva mai baciato nessuno. e non perchΓ© non potesse - semplicemente, non ne aveva mai sentito il bisogno. eppure, col tempo, la necessitΓ  di essere amata si faceva sempre piΓΉ viva. non le importava piΓΉ di amare, preferiva essere amata. cosΓ¬ iniziΓ² a lasciarsi trascinare dai suoi pretendenti. non si tuffava davvero nei loro sentimenti. era piΓΉ facile cosΓ¬, meno doloroso. cosΓ¬ leggero, in effetti, da non accorgersi mai dello sguardo che la seguiva davvero. ππ„π‘π‚π˜ π‰π€π‚πŠπ’πŽπ, figlio di poseidone, era un eroe riluttante, con la tempesta negli occhi e sale nelle vene. percy aveva imparato ad amare osservandola. l'aveva amata in silenzio, con la pazienza del mare che aspetta la luna. aspettava, e sperava. forse sperava che un giorno sarebbe stato il suo turno. percy la ritrovava ovunque: nel primo pensiero del mattino - ancora prima del sole, nell'ultimo della notte. non era un'abitudine sana - allenarsi nell'arena lo era - ma romaticizzare una ragazza in tempesta e salvezza allo stesso tempo . . quello definitivamente no. eppure percy continuava a farlo. πŸͺΌ . a percy jackson fanfic ━━ the lightning thief . the last olympian book one of two cover by @swannluvr / @goosebumpss
 𝐏𝐔𝐋𝐒𝐄  ✢  𝗄𝗒𝗅𝖾 π–Ίπ—…π–Ύπ—Œπ—Œπ–Ίπ—‡π–½π—‹π—ˆ by -sweaterweatherrr
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✢ 𝐏𝐔𝐋𝐒𝐄 ❝ we're dancing, we're sweating, just take my jersey off ❞ all'eurovison quello che scoppia sono i palchi, gli applausi della folla e le corde vocali dopo una nota troppo alta, ma nessuno aveva previsto che l'amore tra due concorrenti facesse parte di tutto ciΓ². πŠπ˜π‹π„ π€π‹π„π’π’π€ππƒπ‘πŽ, il rappresentante della norvegia, πŽππ‡π„π‹πˆπ€ π„π’πŒπ„ ππ€π‘πˆπ’, la concorrente dell'italia. canzoni diverse, carattere, aspetto, lingua e nazionalitΓ , ma il battito dei loro cuori quando si mette in atto il loro gioco di sguardi Γ¨ tutt'altro che casuale, come la melodia che si crea quando le loro voci cantano assieme. Β« voglio solo che tu sappia che mi hai distrutto. e che nonostante tutto, ti amo ancora. e questo mi fa incazzare piΓΉ di tutto il resto Β» 🩰 . a kyle alessandro fanfic cover by @swannluvr / @goosebumpss