#beliefve

[tartt9]

@beliefve

there is a dichotomy at play here. there probably always has been. even before dani had joined the team, he believes there was always meant to be a space in the greyhounds for him to fill. jamie is jamie and dani is dani, and they were probably always meant to be one complimentary ace to the other. “balance is good, yes.” he punctuates this sentence with a nod of his head before he elaborates. “but perhaps you should try being on the other side of it for once. i will try to be inappropriate in your place.” dani squares his shoulders, as if preparing for a fight, and then drops a line that could conceivably come out of jamie's mouth, “areshole.”

Jamie owes a lot to Dani, even if Dani doesn't know that that's the case. If Dani hadn't been injured as soon as he transferred to Richmond, Jamie wouldn't have been loaned to Richmond by City - the Greyhounds wouldn't have been in need of a striker, after all. And if Dani hadn't been injured, Jamie wouldn't have been given the 9 shirt by Cartrick (honestly, Dani should've been given the 9, even if he was injured - Dani was a permanent player, and Jamie only a loanee, the only reason he'd been given the 9 was because George Cartrick was a shit gaffer and a shit man with no loyalty to his own players, but Jamie's pride would never let him admit that). Then, if it weren't for Dani, Ted would've had no excuse to have their little sacrifice show and tell bullshit where Jamie opened up to the team about his prick dad - the first time he'd ever opened up to anyone about it in his life, even if he hadn't gone into all the gory details. So, Jamie supposes, he has a lot to thank for Dani's knee injury. And he has even more to thank now that the injury wasn't career-ending. Dani's an amazing player, Jamie's lucky to have him to pass to on the pitch; he's a real ace at the sport, and any team would be lucky to have him on their roster, including Man City and fucking West Ham. But Dani was loyal, Dani stuck around, and Jamie had been lucky to get to know him in the two years they'd been playing together. Cause Dani makes him laugh, just as he did just now with his impression of Jamie. It reminds Jamie of mere weeks ago, when they were learning total football, and Dani was Isaac, and Isaac was Dani, and Jamie was... well, Jamie. He didn't get the chance to do the voices then. He'll take the opportunity now. "Oh, guess that makes me you, then, don't it?" he asks, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips. "Fútbol is life," Jamie tries to mimic Dani's accent, failing miserably as he can't seem to rid himself of his Mancunian tongue, but he laughs anyways. "Did you ever get to see your tulip, mate? Sorry I weren't around, I would'a found you one."

[leaguepremarch]

mwah 💋 here is a kiss for el capitán from dani

he wasn’t exactly sure why none of the other guys were able to come out ; it was the off season, it was built for going out and having the fun that was usually so restricted ( from the coaches point of view anyway ) during. it didn’t matter much - dani rojas was enough of a party for anyone in the best of ways. the way the lights of the club hit off of his cheekbones, danced in his hair and lit up his already effervescent grin could’ve made isaac think he’d had more than his two jd and cokes, it made him a little dizzy.

that was a part of himself he so rarely let himself feel — sure, colin may have thought it a joke when he’d guessed correctly that bumber was the fittest guy on the xi, but.. it was complex. he’d meant it, he’d often found himself stumbling over his words when chatting to bumber or clamming up entirely around him — and sure, that was a long while ago, but even now his smile was enough to make him grin boyishly.

but dani was a host unto his own. isaac couldn’t surmise what he thought about the player, how he’d wanted to spend with dani so badly that he’d made waffles with him ( he fucking hates waffles ) and they were the best thing he’d ever eaten ( he now loves waffles ). his throat is dry as he nods to dani that he was going to the bar, needing something to shake off the thoughts brewing despite the heavy music, but dani follows and it’s somewhere between the dance floor and bar that he finds them in some little nook, they’d migrated there instead of toward the heaving queues and isaac was about to say something about never getting served when dani’s lips find his and the air is nearly knocked out of his lungs.

his fingers hesitantly, so nervously, drift through dani’s soft hair as they kiss again, his heart pounding to the beat of whatever drum and bass was being blasted out there for the masses. @beliefve

[tartt9]

@beliefve liked for a starter !

"Dani. Dani. Dani-boy...!" Jamie called over the sound of the crowd, his vanilla vodka and mint and tonic half-finished in his hand. He waves Dani over, immediately leaning into him, giggling. "Y'look so pretty tonight. Y'look so pretty every night..."

[tartt9]

"There's a surprise for you in your locker." Jamie told him, barely biting back a grin. // @beliefve [ dani ] [ sc! ]

[tartt9]

@beliefve asked //

you sure you don't want to talk this out? 💕 [ from here ! ]

"Just one of those days, muchacho," Jamie mutters, still fully dressed in his training gear well after the final whistle was blown. He's got a bag of balls at his feet, and he's taking shot after shot on goal. He doesn't want to talk about Zava - especially not to Dani, who Jamie can read like an open book [ with audiobook narration ]. He's seen the look on Dani's face. And Jamie, bitter as he may be, doesn't want to ruin Dani's joy. "If y'wanna take shots with me, you're more'n welcome, though." He rolls another ball out of the bag with his toes, kicking it up. Keepy-uppies used to be a source of joy for Jamie; he used to test himself to see how long he could keep a ball in the air, with one of his friends timing him. Now, there's no joy in it. There's no joy in much of anything.

[parker66]

there is a big ominous wrapped box on tanya's doorstep [boom] dani pops out, a homemade birthday cake in his hands and a party hat on his head. he's wearing a shirt that says 'BIRTHDAY FRIEND' and he has a matching one for tanya that says 'BIRTHDAY GIRL' :D

congratulations dani rojas — you successfully made ms stoic herself scream out loud, hand clutching at her heart, sleep still in her eyes. “ fucking dani! “ tanya cursed quietly, but in good jest ; how could anyone ever be mad at this man? not her. especially not with the amount of effort he’s put into this. tanya laughs at his top and ushers him inside before a neighbour can come out to complain about the early shrieking.

“ gunther, dani. dani, gunther. “ the huge newfoundland barely pays him any attention other than offering him a momentary lift of the head from where he lay, “ d’you wanna go cut that beautiful cake while i.. “ the tshirt is held in front of her, giving a little post, “ get changed? “ this might just be the best birthday ever.

[parker66]

😘😘😘💕

did she not mention that she spoke brilliant spanish? judging by the way that dani’s eyebrows lifted, no. judging by the way that dani had leapt forward? definitely not. she’d replied to him in spanish on an entire whim, flexing the gcse skills she had ( and, thanks to some foster parents she’d been with for a year, who made it their duty to teach the young girl their language ) and now, she was looking up at him with a grin on her usually flat features, “ what, babes? y’never asked me, init! “ oh, but it’s too late, it’s useless her saying so; his lips are on both cheeks, making her laugh brightly at the ridiculousness of it all, of how brilliant that ridiculousness was, exactly. his bout of affection ends with a kiss on her forehead which draws out a heavy sigh, “ you’re a wonder, dani rojas… but i’m putting the blame on you here, you didn’t ask! niño tonto. “ @beliefve

[parker66]

please let me care about you. 👀 dani

for a second, tanya pretends not to have heard ; it is easier that way, to ignore someone's desire to care. her eyes sting when she blinks, having moved herself to the other end of the bench when dani had sat down. dani fucking rojas. she had known she had to be careful with him, with being his friend -- because he had this ability to make everyone feel like they were both on top of the world and the only person in it. he listened, made her laugh, was always making the mundane feel like an adventure. she'd let herself enjoy it, let herself enjoy his company.. too much.

she'd been thrashing about the dogtrack earlier that day, jaw squared and brow set, not asking him once if he wanted a kickabout, not singing his little theme song nor encouraging him to sing hers. she couldn't be friends with someone like dani rojas. he was too much like light and she was too much like shade.

her breath catches in response instead of the ' fuck off ' she'd wanted to snap, frustrated he'd found her ( though she'd told him before exactly where her favourite spot in richmond was, down near the river ), frustrated he was persisting, frustrated he was so fucking polite! tears prick in the corners of her eyes and she turns her face away, knees drawing to her chest, " dani, man, i don't need carin' about. get y'head in y'game, yeah? " @beliefve