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@go1denclair

ᵗʰᵉ JOCK ʷⁱᵗʰ 𝚊 [ 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 ] ᵒᶠ gold.

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#𝖌𝖔𝖑𝖉𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖗. an 𝖨𝖭𝖣𝖤𝖯𝖤𝖭𝖣𝖤𝖭𝖳 ᵒʳⁱᵍⁱⁿᵃˡ ᶜʰᵃʳᵃᶜᵗᵉʳ previously written ⁱⁿ 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝗦𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 universe adapted 𝖺𝗌 ᵃ 𝖋𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖔𝖒𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖘 ᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀʟ ᶜʰᵃʳᵃᶜᵗᵉʳ pinned 𝖇𝖞 ᴮᵁᴺᴺʸ , [ 𝘀𝗵𝗲 + ᵗʰᵉʸ ]. 𝟮𝟵. 𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙾𝚁𝚂 𝙳𝙽𝙸. HEAVILY [ ᵃᶠᶠⁱˡⁱᵃᵗᵉ ᵈ ] with ; @thr0whands ║▌▒ @mybruta1ity &. @wa7chme. - ᴩʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴜᴩᴏɴ ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ.

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𝗔𝗡 𝗘𝗫𝗣𝗟𝗢𝗥𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 𝗢𝗙 ; being humble in a league full of greed , leadership under pressure , the jock with a heart of gold , the hometown hero & the pressure of perfection.

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did i remake the impulsive decision to remake my shohei ohtani oc ? yes. / @s1amurai

did i remake the impulsive decision to remake my shohei ohtani oc ? yes. / @s1amurai

did i remake the impulsive decision to remake my shohei ohtani oc ? yes. / @s1amurai

did i remake the impulsive decision to remake my shohei ohtani oc ? yes. / @s1amurai

did i remake the impulsive decision to remake my shohei ohtani oc ? yes. / @s1amurai

did i remake the impulsive decision to remake my shohei ohtani oc ? yes. / @s1amurai

did i remake the impulsive decision to remake my shohei ohtani oc ? yes. / @s1amurai

#is this my way of coping with sundays losss??#yes.#but am i also 10x excited for dodger baseball?? also yes

but do i also bring back aki , my shohei ohtani muse ??

#` tbd #its been on my mind lately #but now its becoming more of a thing where im itching to bring him back.

whatever happens , happens with baby boy braeden tonight. i also would like to say braeden's butt likes 10x better in baseball pants than his football pamts.

#am i dissapointed? yes.#braeden is too.#but this loss is easier to take than his first.#now he con go focus on baseball and be in his baseball era.#go dodgers

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#‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ﹑ 　 ◌ 𝗚𝗢𝟭𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗖𝗟𝗔𝗜𝗥 ‎ ‎ ˚　　 ▒ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ₊ㅤ ‎ ‎ INTROSPECT ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 🏈 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎#this is just braeden as a bf.#the little things like the iron throne.#maybe a darth vader mask used on the actual star wars set #hes read asoif four times #three times in different languages for fun.#but him pretending to be a king ??? by himself?? sitting on the iron throne?#brae core.#just nerdy things.

gonna be off here today so I can save myself the stress of the Super Bowl

update : my ass is logging off at exactly 5:00 central time. loool.

#to hide in my cucoon.#maybe take a ed*bl* to calm the nerves lool.

gonna be off here today so I can save myself the stress of the Super Bowl

#/ tbd #either gonna be happy or cry myself to sleep so yeah

i notice the way bianca shoulders tense just a bit before she tries to hide it behind that confident smile — i’ve always admired her strength , but i can tell when she’s carrying more than she’ll let on. the moment i step closer , i feel a subtle shift in the atmosphere , like the air itself is urging us together.

there’s a comforting hum of activity behind us — maybe the low hum of the tv in the next room or the gentle murmur of voices outside — but every external sound fades as i wrap my arms around her waist , her warmth instantly grounding me. the sensation of the soft fabric of her top beneath my fingertips reminds me just how real this is , how solid she feels in my arms.

i breathe in the light , floral notes of her perfume that always settle on my mind like the first rays of morning sun. for a few seconds , i just hold her , letting my longer arms envelop her smaller frame , feeling her pulse in time with mine. my own heart drums louder than usual , both soothed and stirred by the closeness we share.

slowly , i lower my head — inch by careful inch — and nudge my forehead against hers. the gentle press connects us in a way words never could. we’re sharing breath now , her warm exhale mingling with mine. my eyes drift shut for a moment , savoring the quiet intimacy of this contact , as if the world’s paused just long enough to let us exist in this perfect , fragile instant.

i pull back just enough to see her face , the curve of her lips parted in a soft , almost question-like expression. gently , i brush a thumb against her cheek , feeling the subtle heat rising there. every little detail — her fluttering lashes , the slight tremble in her shoulders , the way she grips the back of my shirt — becomes a message only i get to read.

finally , i speak , my voice low and steady , putting every ounce of my devotion and reassurance into my words :

“ @iconiic , ” i say , letting my breath fan lightly over her skin , “ you don’t have to carry it all on your own. i’m right here with you. always. ”

#iconiic #‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ﹑ 　 ◌ 𝗔𝗥𝗖 ‎ ‎ ˚　　 ▒ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ₊ㅤ ‎ ‎ GOLDEN JOCK ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 🏈 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎#` queued.

worst night of her entire life. maybe not the worst because the worst had been another night entirely different than this one. but it was still at the very top of the list. dominik mysterio had managed to break her heart, cost rhea her match, and cost her the women's world championship all in the same night. seconds later after watching dominik and liv have a make out session right in front of her eyes and everyone else's, rhea fell to the floor. she was in a sitting position inside of the ring where she couldn't move, felt paralyzed. the person she trusted the most in the entire world had ended up turning his back on her just like she thought he would. he had thrown away two years of their relationship and for what? for a one night stand with her bitter enemy liv morgan? it didn't matter what the reason was because rhea ripley had lost everything. everything that she had ever worked for because a man she thought was her entire world ended up being nothing more than another guy. but she knew where her heart truly lied and it had never really been with dom. it had been for a guy that due to personal reasons, she had to let go of. she had to break things off but it was mutual because it was soemthing that they both needed to do for their careers. but rhea ripley still loved him, still thought about him every second of every day and missed him now more than ever. she picked up the phone after finally being able to get herself together and leave the ring. it had been awhile since the last time she seen him, the last time she even heard his voice but it was something that she really needed in that moment. something to make her smile, to make her stop thinking about what had just happened at least for a little while. the night she met him, she knew from the very beginning that she needed him. and if it were up to her, she would have never let him go. she couldn't think of what to say to him after what had been forever of not speaking. and she blurted out the very first thing that came to her mind. of course he knew how to make her smile, how to make her laugh right away. that's the kind of thing that was missing from rhea ripley's life. finally getting the courage to finally speak, a few sniffles here and there, no doubt she had been crying for what felt like hours. ❝ i know that i don't have to, braeden. it's just dom betrayed me tonight and picked liv. they both cost me my women's world title that i never lost. and everything that has happened, that's been happening, has made me realize something. that the person that i want, that the person that has been missing from my life has been you. and i'm sorry. you don't deserve this because you moved on but i just need you tonight. ❞

i lean back against the cool brick wall outside catch la , gripping my phone so tightly it might crack. my brain is still catching up , replaying her words over and over like a broken record. the person that has been missing from my life has been you. she says it so plainly , like it’s the easiest truth in the world. like she didn’t just rip open something i’d spent years trying to seal shut.

the noise of west hollywood hums around me — traffic , music spilling out of bars , laughter from people whose biggest problem tonight is deciding where to get a drink. but here i am , standing on the sidewalk , stuck in a moment i never saw coming. i exhale slowly , dragging a hand down my face , trying to process what the hell just happened. “ rhea … ” i start , but i hesitate , shaking my head slightly. i don’t know what to say.

not because i don’t care. not because i don’t feel something. but because i wasn’t expecting this. i wasn’t expecting her to call. i wasn’t expecting her to sound so broken. and i sure as hell wasn’t expecting her to say that. for a second , i consider overanalyzing this — breaking it down , picking it apart like i would a pitching sequence. but that’s not what she needs right now.

she doesn’t need me to ask why now ? or what changed ? or how do i even respond to this when i wasn’t prepared for it ? she needs something solid. something real. i take a deep breath and steady my voice. “ look , i don’t know if i can say the right thing right now , ” i admit , because i refuse to throw out some empty , meaningless response. “ but i do know that i don’t want you sitting in this alone. not tonight. ”

i glance through the restaurant window , catching sight of mookie still laughing at something freddie said. it’s like a reminder that my life kept moving forward , that i built something stable after everything fell apart. but now , rhea is here — well , not here , but in my ear , in my head , in my everything at the moment — asking me to be there for her. and the truth is , i want to be.

“ i’m in l.a ... ” i say after a moment , my voice softer. “ we’ve got a homestand tomorrow if you … want to come out. ” i don’t add any pressure , don’t tell her she should or shouldn’t , don’t make it more complicated than it already is. i just put the offer out there.

and now , all i can do is wait.

#mybruta1ity #‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ﹑ 　 ◌ 𝗔𝗥𝗖 ‎ ‎ ˚　　 ▒ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ₊ㅤ ‎ ‎ GOLDEN JOCK ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 🏈 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎#` queued.

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#‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ﹑ 　 ◌ 𝗚𝗢𝟭𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗖𝗟𝗔𝗜𝗥 ‎ ‎ ˚　　 ▒ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ₊ㅤ ‎ ‎ COUNTENANCE ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 🏈 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎#**BARK BARK BARK BARK**#this is my fav outfit by far.#well one of em.

i can feel her eyes on me the second she finishes speaking. it’s like she’s seeing right through every attempt i make to cover up whatever’s brewing inside. i hate lying , especially to her , but the truth feels heavy — like if i acknowledge it out loud , i’m admitting i can’t handle everything on my own. and i’ve spent most of my life convinced that handling things alone is exactly what i’m supposed to do.

it’s weird — on the field , everything’s straightforward. i know the plays , i can study the analytics , i can predict outcomes based on probabilities. it’s neat and tidy. but when it comes to actually dealing with … well , me , it’s all guesswork. there’s no solid game plan for emotions , no neat little algorithm to make me feel less overwhelmed. and the pressure — man , — the pressure of being a dual athlete ... sometimes it feels like i’m supposed to be two different people , each one performing perfectly every time i suit up.

but then i look at @chvmpisms — this person who somehow sees me for who i really am , no matter how many layers of strategy and stats i try to hide behind. i realize that maybe i don’t have to be bulletproof all the time , especially not with her. she already knows i’m off my game , and she’s offering to be here in whatever way i need.

i take a breath , let my shoulders drop , and finally let myself speak. “ okay. you’re right. i’m not exactly wired to talk about how i feel , but this … everything … it’s wearing me down. i keep thinking i can figure it out by myself , but clearly , i can’t. and i hate the idea of putting any of this on you , but the truth is i don’t know how to handle it alone. so , yeah … if you’re willing to just sit here with me , let me flounder for a while until i can find the right words , i’d be … grateful. because as much as i want to believe i can handle everything solo , i guess i really don’t want to. ”

#chvmpisms #‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ﹑ 　 ◌ 𝗔𝗥𝗖 ‎ ‎ ˚　　 ▒ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ₊ㅤ ‎ ‎ GOLDEN JOCK ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 🏈 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎#this took me aaages to reply ok im sorry for the wait <3

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