#moedich3

[mazur5s]

cedric: i'm usually good at reading people. not you.

" is it the eyebrows or the 'tache? " jon responds simply; this wasn't the first time he'd been told such a thing, it was something that people had said his entire life. he had a stoicism that was normal for his family, but that the wider world struggled with -- was it such a crime to keep your cards close to your chest? running his deft digits through his curls, jonathan blinks a few times and shakes his head, putting his arm loosely around ced's shoulders, " i'm an enigma even to myself. " @p1tched.

[mazur5s]

antonio: [Puts head on the other’s shoulder]

" y'alright, mate? " jon's sat, it's the only way anyone would be able to get their head on him this way, of course. he turns a little, enough that he wouldn't disturb tonio's perch. it was still a little weird seeing him in claret, but stranger things had happened, hadn't they? " big fist day, eh? " @p1tched

[parker66]

you came into my life and changed everything. i'm different now. better. you make me better.

cedric moedich is a good man -- she knew that in her heart and it was obvious in the way he constantly worked toward putting other people's needs above his own. his sisters, vik, even oi and gunther's.. she only hoped that she could learn from him and the idea that she, all swear words and harsh comments, made him better? that was laughable to her. she couldn't deny he was different -- if only because she'd certainly taught him how to get the north london accent accurate when swearing at people.

her fingertips graze his cheekbone, eyes soft as they were in these quiet moments behind closed doors, " i think we've done that to each other, don't you? you've done the same to me.. i mean, i ain't been half as much of a cunt as usual, 'ave i? " she laughs in a way that turns her cheeks red, " i've actually been usin' my manners and shit since i met you. " @moedich3.

[parker66]

cedric gives tanya a kiss on the forehead 😌

there parker goes, showing us a glimpse of the woman she was at arsenal... seems her reputation hasn't quite escaped her! her first red card at richmond, for putting her hands around another player's neck briefly -- but in her humble opinion, the other woman deserved it for making a spiteful comment about her life outside of the pitch. yeah, brentford were richmond's enemy, yeah they were losing to richmond tragically.. it was obvious their gaffer had suggested they attack any way they could, but the way the other girl had muttered something about her being a useless little foster kid after being on her again and again had just made tanya see red, teamed with the near foul from the player -- she'd not play in their next game, she'd sit at home in shame.

now, she finds herself in the changing room, kicking the door open with her full force and tearing off her richmond shirt as she paces and snarls and breathes fucking fire -- rage, that was what burned in her stomach most of the time, but rarely nowadays did it burst forth like this. she'd barely noticed the other person coming into the room until cedric has hold of her wrists, then holds her angry little head against his chest as she starts to sob, his lips finding her forehead as she does.

she'd let him down, let herself down, let everyone fucking down. @moedich3.

[parker66]

heya buggie. i'm here to tell you that i fall in love with every character you introduce me to. i absolutely love having them interact with mine, and the dynamics they share with each other... i honestly never expected cedric to have someone like tanya, or the epic love story between tessa and tonio when you suggested i make him her fiancee - or the heartwarming found family with noa and jon. you pour such heart and love into anything you put out, and i stand in awe as i scramble to keep up. keep going, bug. what you bring onto the dash is amazing ❤️

na .. om... i ...

[parker66]

" i didn't want to wake you up or anything, " but probably had with the way she'd had to climb over ced to get out of bed. she sits at the open back door with some ice in a glass pressed to her forehead, " it's too hot. " she mumbles, offering a slight smile in the night's haze. she had missed them both terribly, something about cedric's half - asleep self looming behind her makes her realise just how lonely it'd been, " i'm so proud of you.. here. " she moves up, patting the ground beside her for him, " tell me about how your siblings are. " @moedich3.

[leaguepremarch]

tonio @ noa: "You're in loooove."

noa realises all of a sudden, with antonio's help ( interruption ) that she'd been rambling about her stolen couple of days in poland with callum, apples of her cheeks going pink with all of that combined. her laughter is bright if slightly muffled what with her covering her face with her hands, " oh.. oh i am, though. " they giggle, dropping them to look at the man they saw as a brother. " i am, tonio. i'm smitten. he's just -- no, no, no. i'm not talking about that, we're talking about you! you! how was training this weekend? " / @amoreno9.

[tartt9]

@moedich3 asked //

i never thought i’d get this far . [ from here ! ]

"Yeah, that makes two of us, mate..." A hand comes up to rub at the back of his own neck, chewing at the inside of his cheek. It's hard for him to admit that out loud. He's close to his 25th birthday. Just over a month away from it. There were some days, as a teenager, that Jamie thought he'd never seen fifteen. Then it came. Then sixteen. He was certain he'd never see twenty. So, to be approaching twenty-five... well, he definitely never thought he'd get this far. Twenty-five [ almost ] and a Premier League superstar. Jamie Tartt, our starboy, the Richmond Twitter account had called him after their last match, when Jamie ended the night with a goal and two assists. Our starboy. Ours. "Look at us now, 3. I'm dead proud."