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Chapter 13 - Que Sera, Sera

[previous chapters]

It’s been forever since I update this story and I want to apologize for that. I got really distracted lately with uni work and transferring and all other crap. But hey it’s for a better future, no?

I did say two weeks or more. Of course I end up with “more” instead. Cheers x

Marco couldn’t help the smile plastered on his face ever since they left Gladbach. He called Marcel last night, checking in and making sure that everyone is in town when he visited. He meant to call Tori, but surprising her with his appearance wouldn’t be the first time. And he loves to see the terrified look on her face.

Marco did mention about his companion, yet he wasn’t giving enough information to Marcel either. It would be another pleasant surprise to them.

When he entered the city of Dortmund border, he felt nostalgic. Home is always where your heart belongs.

He planned to stay there for a night and did mention that to Gina. She hesitates with the plan so he would have to drive back before midnight. She told him that she doesn’t like to leave her brother alone. Bringing Gabe as her reason made Marco understood her.

“Well, this is it… My hometown.” He made another turn and stop in front of an apartment building. “We will make a quick stop here and then I will want to introduce you to my number one best friend.”

Gina stood for a few heartbeats, taking in and admiring the view. “Nice place to grow up to.”

“Oh yes, indeed. Now don’t tell these losers I said they’re not number one. But that’s the truth. She knew me since we were in diapers.” Marco giggled at the thought of Tori meeting Gina. He’s sure that she would like her.

“She?”

“Yep. She’s a daughter of my mom’s best friend. So basically we grew up together. That also includes my sisters, by the way. So I practically grew up with three sisters.”

Gina nodded and hopped off the car. It didn’t take long until the guys in question were standing proudly in front of her and introducing themselves or more like embarrassing themselves.

She found it easy and relaxing to be around them. She was starting to enjoy their company and jokes when Marco announced that they had to leave.

“Where are you going again?” Marcel questioned.

“Tori’s. I didn’t tell her I’m in town, but you know if she finds out hell will break loose. So I better stop by before seeing Nico.” He explained.

Robin, who just walks in with another beer in hand speak up. “I think you need to call her first. Didn’t she have that charity her company hosting?”

“Oh, right, yes. And moreover, she was seen with Hummels a lot lately.” Marcel added.

“Hummels? My NT teammate Mats?”

“The one and only.” Marcel shrugged the answer and Robin nodded his approval.

“Well, I will find out more about it when I get to her house then.”

It was going to be an interesting visit if she is with Mats…

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“Tori, it looks… gorgeous!”

Mats found himself keeping an eye on his date for the night, Tori.

Thanks to his help –and Otto, of course, Tori managed to pull the fundraising slash charity event. Still with Stefan’s help as well, but mostly because Mats helped her to get the players showed up.

“Thanks, Stefan. You did great as well. I wouldn’t take so many credits.” Tori replied. To her surprise, her feelings towards him totally vanished. “This is Mats Hummels, in case you don’t know.”

“How could I?” Stefan opened up his hand, in the gesture of a friendly handshake, but he knew it wouldn’t be as friendly since the other guy practically eyeing him as a potential threat. If only he knew better… “Pleasure to meet you.”

Mats accepted the handshake. His gaze is nowhere near warm. He could tell there’s something between the two, something more than what Tori willing to give up. “Nice to meet you, too.”

Truth to be told, Tori didn’t even ask Mats to escort her. He was the one who willingly pick her up from her house, came early to the venue with her. He is on a mission, to win the little lady’s heart.

“Well, I’ll catch up with you two later, Tori… Mats…” Stefan left them to check for more details before the event started.

Tori checked her watch for the tenth time. Once she’s sure that everything is set and ready to go, she went to the event staff room where she left her clothes to change and other ‘war weapons’ as she calls it.

It was a casual event, so Mats has his slack, button downs shirt, and a cardigan on. And he has been ready ever since he picked Tori up.

“Mats?” Tori poked her head out of the room. She knew Mats would be around the door. None of his teammates were there yet since the event itself won’t start for another hour.

“Yeah?” He was leaning right next to the door. And God forbid if Tori had to say it out loud, but he looks gorgeous.

“Are you sure you have all my bag in here? ‘Cause I can’t find my dress.”

“I brought everything from my car here. I’m sure there isn’t any bag left in there.”

“Shit. I must’ve left it on top of my couch.” How forgetful can one be? But then again, she has a very valid excuse to be absent-minded.

Mats checked his watch. “Did you leave something? I can go get it if you want. We still have thirty minutes before people start showing up.” He offered.

Tori thought about it for a second. She had that dress prepared and not willing to get another one in such a short notice. “Ugh, yes please. I don’t want to get another one since I already have that prepared.”

“Alright, give me your keys and guide me over the phone later so I can find it.”

Tori handed him the keys to her house. She was a little worried about the fact that Mats never been in her house. They had dinner, more than once even, but she hasn’t invited him inside. Never.

But who’s waiting at her house is something that she needs to worry about, not how her house looked like.

And of course, she wasn’t aware of that fact…

0o0

“And this is her house.”

Marco took a wide left turn and put the car on park when he arrived at Tori’s little house. A proud smile was drawn on his face when he faces Gina.

“It’s charming,” She commented.

He got out of the car and opened the garage door using the code he knows by heart. A cheeky grin replaced his smile when he saw Tori’s car parked nicely inside, notifying him that the owner most likely to be home.

Marco fished out his keys and unlocked the garage door.

“You have her keys?” Gina tilted her head, curiosity gets the better of her.

“Yep. I know her since we’re in diapers. So her house is my house and vice versa.” He was too busy thinking of a way to surprise Tori in her house, he didn’t bother to interpret the meaning behind Gina’s question or the change on her face.

He let her in first, made her wait downstairs while he called out the only human being living in the house.

Only to his surprise, Marco couldn’t find Tori anywhere. Perhaps Marcel’s little warning was true, Tori probably out with Mats.

Just in time when he pulled out his phone to dial his childhood BFF, a man stood on her front door, also on the phone.

0o0

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Aemilia - Marcel Schmelzer

Fyi, this is a two POV story. The past one is my OC’s POV.

I like the idea tbh. But I’m too lazy to explore more. I should’ve tho... We will see... Maybe I will fix it at some point.

But for now, happy reading. Cheers x

Presents

Everyone makes mistakes. Like it or not, we all do. Conscious or not. Accidental or not. That’s life. You learn by making mistakes, making bad choices, taking chances.

Here’s the kicker: you can learn from a mistake then move on; you can run away from mistake and pretend it never happens; or you can take a lesson alright, move on then make the similar kind of mistake.

I’m the last kind of guy. Okay, maybe a mix of the last two. Whenever I have a problem, I don't face them, I hid behind the comfort of alcohol, finding the safe zone I know so well.

Until she caught my eyes. The petite bartender with the bob haircut and cobalt strikes. The cobalt strikes gave it away. I always call it blue, but she says cobalt.

She was my mistake.

She was my lesson.

And here she is stood a few feet away from me, mixing drinks per usual.

The urge to come closer to her, to talk to her, just a friendly casual talk, was there. Still I’m married now. I can’t say I feel happy, but at least I’m happy.

Certainly not tonight.

We had yet another fight, Jenny and I. I wanted to make up my mind, to break it all off, but the mess I will cause stopped me. Jenny would likely to bring her up, saying that there’s a third person in our marriage. I wouldn't want to cause more troubles than I already am for her.

I promised to let her go, I promised to get over her. I really want to keep my end of the bargain.

It has been six years since the last time I met her. I thought we were happy, Isa and I. Apparently I was the one who was happy, not her. Rumor has it that she ran away with a rich man. I have my doubts. The Isa I knew wouldn't stoop so low.

I happened to catch up with an old friend of mine when he told me that she’s back in town. He told me where she work and I tried my luck to see her here.

Nothing had changed on her end. She’s still a mystery to solve, a figure who knew how to get me on my edge to come closer and find out more.

I feel like an addict around her.

Perhaps, I am addicted. And one night wasn't enough to get that addiction off my brain and system.

Isa. Isa. Isa.

What would happen if you’ve stayed?

0o0

Past

It wasn't surprising when I caught his silhouette entering the front door. More like I was expecting him to come.

He has been around for the past few days and the more I see him, the more I can’t keep him out of my mind.

Is it love?

I smirked on that thought. I couldn't possibly. I don’t need love at the moment. All I need is money to support myself and run away from my drunk mother.

I never feel love, I don't even think my mother loves me. Well, of course, she shows some affection when she needs money to buy more drinks.

“Do you know how to make vesper?”

The voice surprised me. It’s him. I didn't think that he will ever approach me.

“Yes, I do. Would you like some?”

He smiled. “Please.”

I grabbed my shaker, add some gin, vodka and Lillet blonde, mixed it until it's ice-cold. Pour up a glass and add some lemon. I personally love this drink. As much as I love reading James Bond.

“Not a lot knows how to mix it well like you.” He spoke after taking a sip. “Fan of James Bond?”

“You can say so.”

“You don't give much away, do you?”

I titled my head. “About myself? No. I suppose I don’t.”

He chuckled. “I’m Marcel.”

“You know my name.” I really don't want to get in trouble for interacting with a customer, more than I supposed to.

“What makes you cold like this?”

“Rules are rules. I shouldn't be talking about my private life to customers.”

“Then tell me what time you’re off, so we can talk more in private, without your boss gawking at us.”

“I don’t think I like the idea. Sorry.” I dismissed myself. He seems to take my hint and left the bar.

I sighed in relief. I have a mission to focus on and I don't need him as my distraction.

Or worse.

0o0

Present

“Goodnight.”

I watched her bid a farewell to her co-worker. My conscious told me to stop, but the curiosity get the better of me. I want to know more about her. Anything I can get tonight.

I followed her walking down the street. Five blocks later, she turned into an apartment complex. She stopped.

I stopped and hide behind a parked car. I could feel my heart pumping in thrilled. Just like everything else about her that always excited me.

Then there I saw, a carbon copy of me, a daughter I never knew I have…

0o0

Isa turned around and shocked when she found me standing a few feet away from them.

“Marcel, I can explain.” She closed the door once again, shielding it with her petite figure, guarding the innocent child behind.

“Explain as much as you want, I can tell she’s mine.” I stepped closer. “She is mine, isn't she?”

She held her breath. “Yes…”

“Why?”

“Marcel, please. I came back to tell you about her. I can explain everything.”

I snorted. “After what, six years?” I wanted to hold her, both of them, I really do. But my ego terminated me. “You’ve been back for what, a week now, and you never once call me. I have to find out about you from Nick, not from your own mouth. You never once called me. You should've told me about her as soon as you found out six years ago. So, please explain to me what I saw if you still have the guts to.”

“I didn't know I was pregnant until four months after I left. And of course, you’ve start anew.” Her mouth formed a thin, bitter smile. “I don't want to ruin your marriage. I don't want to ruin what you have.”

“You know nothing that I have. I was miserable when you left. Jenny is a distraction, always have been. I…” I tried to calm myself. I can't think straight.

I leaned towards the wall. We stood there in silence for a few heartbeats.

“Milly.” Isa smiled, more sincere this time. “Her name is Milly.”

“Milly.” I tasted the word.

We didn't say more. I keep my brain running, trying all the possible scenarios I could think of to make things right.

Minutes passed. We fell on a comfortable silence.

Hour passed. I was inside her tiny apartment, watching a little angel sleeping peacefully.

I felt at peace.

“I don’t know what to do now.” She said.

“I do.”

0o0

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Chapter 12 - The other guy

[previous chapters]

Congratulation mawcooo-reus you’ve guessed it correctly *throwing confetti*

This will be my last update for the next two weeks or more. I will have a chaotic life for the next two or three weeks. So enjoy. 

Cheers x

A hot mess was an understatement. It wasn’t enough to describe what Tori felt at the moment. She felt like someone has slapped her, hard. Fell in love with her own childhood friend wasn’t on her agenda –also not on her five-year plan.

However, the truth was out. She felt something different towards her best friend. And sadly no one could help her this time. She couldn’t tell Yv or Melanie. Telling Marcel or Robin won’t help either…

She realized how small her bubble was, the one she lived in for quite some time. She couldn’t name one person that has no relation to both Marco and herself. Tori felt comfortable in that bubble –until now.

Like a robot, she did everything in autopilot mode. Her brain was somewhere else.

She put the kettle on the stove. A cup of tea will calm her down.

Maybe… maybe if she sleeps it off, everything would fall back to its normal track. Maybe she just needed a good night sleep. Maybe she needed a long hot bath, good music and cup of tea. Yeah, that sounds like it.

Damn Stefan for slapping her with the truth. And damn her heart for feeling more.

0o0

Adam Levine’s voice echoed around her bathroom. A phone call? This late at night?

If it weren’t Adam Levine who sang sweetly from her phone, she would know the caller. If it was Justin Bieber, it was no other than Marco. He changes the ringtone himself, don’t blame it on her!

Tori reached out for her phone. She didn’t bother to dry her hand first. She put the phone on loudspeaker mode while answering the caller.

“Hello?”

There was a pause before the unfamiliar voice resonates the room. “Victoria?”

“Speaking.” She didn’t recognize the number. It could be someone from her firm. She never gave her personal cell phone number to anyone outside work.

“Hi.”

Hi? “I’m sorry, do I know you?” Worry was rich in her voice. Who could it be?

A laugh filled the absence of sound. Her belly clenched. A stalker? Who?

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to bother you this late at night. I got your number from Otto. I hope that’s okay with you.”

Otto? Her brain shut down a good thirty minutes ago. She couldn’t think of an Otto. Oh, wait. Yes, there’s one she knows… There was one Otto, who helped her to deal with Borussia Dortmund team. Was that him?

You have Otto’s number saved, dummy!

“And you don’t sound like Otto…”

Another laugh heard from her speaker. “I’m not. I didn’t introduce myself earlier, did I?”

Tori shook her head then realizing that he –whoever he maybe– couldn’t see her. “No. Have we met before?”

“Yes. Earlier this afternoon, I bumped to you on my way to your office.”

Earlier? Wait… what happened today? “Ah! That guy!” Tori covered her mouth. She stupidly said that out loud.

“Yes, that guy. I do have a name, thank you very much.” She could hear him smirking. “I’m Mats.”

“Oh.”

“Are you free tomorrow?”

“What?”

“Are you free tomorrow?” She knew he was holding his laugh. She was being stupid. But on her defense, it was almost midnight.

“I am. But…”

“Good then you can come to Brackel and maybe coffee after?”

“Wait, Mats, we are not friends. Why should I go there?”

“If you don’t want me to help you for the fundraiser, that’s fine.”

Shit. He was playing his card. Tori sighed. “Fine, what time?” She needed his help after all. Maybe Otto sent him to help her.

“I say ten. But I’m fine if you want to come later than that. I should be there until around noon.”

“I will be there by ten.”

“Good. See you then. Good night, Victoria.”

“It’s To…” She couldn’t finish her sentence because he hung up on her. This guy… He somehow managed to irritate her twice in one day.

Mats… Mats… WAIT, it couldn’t be, could it?

There’s no way it was that Mats Hummels!

0o0

When you think it wouldn’t get worse, oh praises the lord, it will.

Tori cursed under her breath. She didn’t even bother to dry her hair last night. And guess what? She caught a cold overnight and there she was, right on time for her meeting with Mats.

Are you sure it wasn’t a date? Oh for Christ sake, it wouldn’t and couldn’t be a date!

Not that it was that cold anymore, but the change between winter and spring is one of those time Tori would love to avoid. Allergies and all the viruses were starting to spread around her. She hates getting sick.

Actually, she was there early. And since it wasn’t a public training, she couldn’t make it in until she pulled the card to the security saying she was there to meet Mats. Not that they believe her at first, perhaps after a while, they were tired of seeing her outside, sneezing her heart out.

Anyway, here she was, sporting a red nose and holding a cup of almost cold tea.

Five more minutes… five more minutes if she didn’t see Mats Hummels till then, she will march back to her office. Or maybe call in sick and stay home to her warm and inviting bed. The latter sounds much better to her ears and sanity.

“Hey, you’re here early. Eager to see me?” She doesn’t need to turn around to know the owner of that baritone voice.

“More like to get it over with more quickly. And a friendly reminder, I still need to check into my day job, unlike someone…”

Mats laughed at her tone. He threw his arms in the air. “Fine. You win. But what about dinner tonight?”

“Wait a minute here. Why do you want me to be here for if you going to ask for dinner?”

He shrugged. “Maybe I just want your company. Maybe I will introduce you to someone who can help you with your fundraiser.”

“Or maybe you just want to annoy me. How did you even get my number?”

“I have connections...” He grinned, sheepishly. “Why is it important? I got it from Otto, I’ve told you last night. And all that matter now is that you are here with me and I will take you to dinner later.”

“I will do dinner if you tell me what you need me here for.” She started to get annoyed. She dislikes skipping work for nothing so important. “And better make it good, or else I will leave.”

He took her by surprise when he stood next to her and pull her close. “You see the guy with the blue jacket? You should be because he's the only person with different attire than us. Anyway, go to him. Tell him I said yes to whatever you say and he will make sure the boys will attend, too.” Mats said, seriously. “Oh you can tell him you're my girlfriend if you want, it will be better and faster. He will call everyone and make sure they come to your fundraiser event.”

“That easy?” He nodded. “Oh my god! I have been working on this for months and all I get was Otto, which actually didn't help much…”

Tori stopped talking when Mats started to laugh. "What?" She snapped.

“That is Otto. He could be ridiculously hard sometimes, but if you have the right connection, me, for example, you will be fine.”

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I'm sorry to ask, but this fic is not around Tori and Marco? Why's nothing you put that Gina, and now anything that Marco is harboring feelings for this Gina? Sorry sincerity but I read this fanfic because of Marco and Tori, not Marco and Gina! I'm sorry but this talk of nothing this fanfic also began to leave me confused with the direction it is taking and I'm not liking it 😕😠😠😔😔

Please refer back to the synopsis in here.

They will break some hearts, before they realize their feelings towards each other.

Now, don’t jump on a conclusion that they will be together. As a writer, I think it is safe to say I would like you to enjoy the ride and wait patiently for who Marco will end up with.

Anyway, thank you for your support by reading and sending this message. I can’t push you to stay, although that would mean the world to me!

Cheers x

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I think I ship Marco and Gina.

You will ship Marco with everyone!

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Classic and Crash

When mawcooo-reus and gloreus came to me with this idea, I thought they’re going crazy. But nope. They are not the only one.

Now, I’m indulging them with stories. Hope the friendship worth it for you :P

Cheers x

Having a plan is always a good idea. Up until you have to change from your comfy pajama to decent clothes, to waiting on your best friend to come get you and make an appearance to a party you’re not even invited to.

Yep. Sadie and I are thinking of crashing a party. For beer pong, what else it could be?

We don’t know the host. All we know is the address. My best guess it that someone mistook my phone number with their pals. Well, good for them, I will never miss beer pong, especially when I haven’t played for a few months.

Now, don’t jump on a conclusion that I’m out of practice. Sadie and I are the best of the best in our college. We graduated with flying colors –and beer pong champion title.

And yes we are proud of both titles.

0o0

“Holy shit, Vera! Isn’t that…”

“Marco Reus’s Aston Martin.” I continued. Sadie parked right behind the beauty.

“I have a bad feeling about this…” She said while locking the car.

“Now you say.”

I don’t know what’s waiting for us behind that black door. All I can think of is bad scenarios. Crashing a party is one thing, but crashing a party full of famous footballers when the two of us are fooling ourselves if we didn’t like ALL of them is even worse.

“I wonder who’s house this is…” Sadie scanned around the neighborhood.

“I bet you my next paycheck it’s Hummels.”

“Nah. I don’t think so. I say, Mitch.”

“Moment of truth.”

I turned the doorknob, opening the door and of course the first face we see is Marco’s.

“Hey. You are…” He stopped, maybe trying to remember if we have met before.

“Sadie! I didn’t know you’re invited!” A random voice shouted Sadie’s name, I’m a fool for not knowing who it was.

“Hey, yeah I didn’t technically got invited, we got a text with the address so we came.” She explained, which isn’t a lie. We did get a text from an unknown number.

“Whatever, the more the merrier.” Mats raised his cup as a welcoming gesture.

It could definitely go the wrong direction if you asked me. I’m relieved that they actually pretty welcoming.

“So, what’s your name?”

We moved further into the house. Still not knowing whose party we are crashing. Whoever they are, it must be fun having connection with the players.

“You know my name.” Sadie mouthed. Not even five minutes in and she already having a mouthful of popcorn. That’s my best friend!

“She’s Sadie. I’m Vera. We’re actually a big fan of BVB.” I answered. Sadie nodded her consent.

“Now, since you two are here, we are about to start beer pong. And you two will get the honor to play first.” Mats grinned.

I can’t help my smirk from coming out. This is what we came for. Not to brag, but free beer and what not. “Sure. Who am I playing against?”

“Me and him.” Marco came out of nowhere with someone else following. I can’t really tell who it was at first until he came closer to set the beer pong table.

“Erik? Really?” Shit, my mouth works faster than my brain this time. I really need to filter my words sometimes.

A grin formed on one side of Erik’s mouth. “Why? Scared?”

“In your dream, Durm! We are the beer pong champion.” Sadie interrupted.

“And I can tell you that she’s telling the truth. These two girls are trouble. Fifty Euro you guys will lose.” Schmelle followed and stood next to Sadie. I never know they know each other. Oh, wait… There’s that one night. Okay, I don’t want to go on full details. Not now, not ever.

“Very supportive, Schmelle!” Marco yelled.

“Less talking, more doing, Marco?” Erik protested.

I moved forward and helped him setting up ten cups on my side.

“Any house rule?” I asked.

“None. Just play the usual way.” Erik responded.

“Wait, since this ass already started the bet, why don’t we raise it and spice it up a little?” Marco stopping me from taking the eye-to-eye shot against Erik.

“Marco, don’t be silly. You will lose.” Marcel chirped away. Clearly whatever substance he took earlier has taken control some part of his brain.

“Touché, Schmelle. Touché.” Marco wiggled his eyebrows. “I say we should do strip beer pong instead.”

Everyone in the room cheered, liking the idea. Meanwhile, Sadie looks up at me and I know exactly what she’s thinking.

“You’re on, Reus.” I accepted.

The crowd goes wild. The music turned down low, probably trying to intensify the situation, trying to scare Sadie or me.

I exchange silent words to Sadie. She has been my partner for so long, I don’t even need voice it out.

“Here’s the deal. If you both make the cup, we will drink it and strip and vice versa.”

I can see Erik squirming from his side of the table. Looks like he never thought that he would be dragged into beer pong game in the first place.

We started the game anyway. I took the eye-to-eye shot and made it while Erik missed by a millimeter. I smiled.

Marco didn’t comment on anything, yet. Perhaps he’s planning on breaking my concentration. That would be hard to do.

What he doesn’t realize is that I always throw mine while Sadie bounce hers at once. No one anticipates it, no one will be able to break our shot.

And as expected, we both made two cups, taking him by surprise. My smile grew wider since now we got the bring-backs, plus they have to strip after they down the first two cups.

Marco chose to lose his leather jacket and hoodie first while Erik decided that he has to lose his shoes and hoodie.

Fifteen minutes later, we were down to one cup on their side and eight on ours. Sadie and I lost our jacket when each of them made one cup.

True to his words –and surprisingly wear too much clothing at once, Marco now left with a wristwatch, shoes, and boxer. On the other hand, Erik left with his boxer and tees.

I tried to hide my smile. I really do. Especially when Marcel did warn them what Sadie and I are capable of.

But a bet is a bet. With one last shot, I need to make and no sign of any of them giving up, I aimed my pong ball.

Oh, bollocks! I missed. I never missed. Sadie’s always the one who missed her shots. She’s good on bouncing them, but with this being the last one, we can’t risk bouncing it and give them the block they needed.

Not that I’m scared or anything, but I had it right there. And I missed.

“Oh, how the mighty have fallen.” He grinned, triumphantly.

Never once I thought of killing anyone, but this one has annoyed me to my limit.

0o0

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Chapter 11 - Realization 

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He couldn’t help it but to glance towards the bench every once in a while. He smiled, first genuine smile since god knows when.

What’s eating you, Reus?

He would kill to find out what.

That night, it changed everything. It changed him. Marco was too focus on having a relationship, staying away from his one and only childhood friend because she had this giant light on her forehead saying ‘TROUBLE’. He can’t have her, end of discussion.

Gina, however, the girl seems to be okay near him. The fact that she didn’t go all fan girls when they first met last night, proved that she could be a keeper. She had Marco’s training jacket on, bundled up and sat next to her brother.

Gabe was lost in awe when they first walk inside the stadium. But the bundle of energy that young boy, he was ready to get as much as autographs as he could get and excited to watch the training, even when he practically trapped on his wheelchair.

“Reus! Focus!” He heard Roman yelling behind him.

It was very clear to his teammates that Marco was distracted. So what he needed to do? He looked around with a lost expression, hoping that someone would at least fill him in.

Instead of words, he processed laughter inside his brain. His teammates were laughing at him. And they wanted him to call them good friends… how?

Håvard came to his direction, throwing his arm so he was basically hugging him sideway. “What’s wrong with you today?” When he followed Marco’s gaze, he knew what was up with his teammate. “She’s cute.” He commented.

Marco felt himself blushing. What the… He’s a teenager no more. But he surely felt like one. “Fuck off.” That was all he managed to say because the laughter grew instead of ease down.

“That’s not Tori, is she?” Roman asked, elbowing him.

“Why would she be here on a weekday?” Marco questioned.

“Then who is she?” Roman’s fingers circling his own chin, curious.

Marco shook his head, keeping everything to himself was the option he chose instead of revealing who Gina is to his teammates. Not now, soon maybe.

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When the training finally over, Marco couldn’t help it, but to sprint off the green grass to where Gabe and Gina were watching for the past two hours. He wanted to bring Gabe to their kabine. It would be a good experience for the kid.

Gina surrendered her brother under Marco’s care, unwillingly. He won’t do anything to hurt the little guy, for sure. He knew they just met last night, but something inside him would love to make Gabe happy and willing to do anything to fulfill that, anything to see him smiling and take the pain away from his face. He was happy to see Gabe happy, to say the least…

His teammates had different ideas on how to entertain the lad. They all gathered and shared stories and Marco could see the tears forming at the corner of Gabe’s eyes, all from the laughter they shared.

Gina was relieved to see her brother radiating the joy he just had inside the kabine. Gabe didn’t stop talking about it even after Marco had driven them back home. The one thing Marco grateful about was Gina’s smile, the one where it touches her eyes. She looks so beautiful. It became apparent to him that she needed to keep that smile, and he couldn’t help, but to wonder whether he could be able to see more of it or not.

0o0

“Thank you so much.” Gina hugged Marco, grateful, happiness and all other emotions combined into that one hug. “I don’t think it was enough with a ‘thank you’. But Gabe had never been this happy since the accident…”

Her blue eyes were clouded for a second.

“Hey, don’t bother. You guys more than welcome to come with me again, anytime.” He flashed her his signature lopsided grin.

“Thank you, again. I really mean it.”

She was barely closing the door when Marco stopped it.

“Are you free next weekend? I’m planning on going to see my friends in Dortmund. Would you like to come with me?”

He knew his invitation was taking her by surprise. To be honest, it surprised him as well. But it was too late to take it back. Once again his mouth acted faster than his brain. He’s smart in football, sadly not during this kind of situation.

“Wait, I don’t want to scare you or anything, but after meeting a few of my old friends there and I also have a special treat for Gabe to check out the Iduna Park. I can get us tickets to the game.” His grin grew wider. Maybe in the end his idiotic charm will do the trick.

She relaxed. “I think Gabe would like that.”

0o0

Gina closed the door behind her, leaning on it. Was it too fast? Wait, the better question is, was he the one her mother sent her to help her going through everything she has to face now?

With Gabe condition worsen and worsen by the minute of every day, with her dad not being able to spend much time with them, with her world falling apart right in front of her eyes… Maybe Marco is the answer to all of her questions, all of her prayers to her mom.

She still have to think of her scholarship to Juilliard, the school of her dream. It was a miracle they’re willing to consider her situation as a special case and keep her on their student roll.

“Are you sure you want me to come with you guys?” Gabe interrupted her train of thoughts.

“Why wouldn’t I?” She tilted her head, trying to see the point of his question. “It’s very clear that he likes you.”

“Oh little brother, he likes you, too.”

“That’s not what I mean.”

“Then what is it?”

“I think you know what I mean…”

And with that, Gabe got inside his room and left his sister deep in thought.

0o0

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THANK YOU!!! I LOVE THE NEW CHAPTER!!! Can't wait for the next!

You. I love you.It will be as soon as possible. Maybe tonight. Maybe tomorrow. Who knows.

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Polýtimes

Chapter 10 - One step forward, two steps back.

[previous chapters]

As stated from my earlier post, mawcooo-reus pushed me hard enough and convinced me to restart the series. So here we go again :)

Cheers x

Tori had a week to prepare everything. And, when the week times up, she still couldn’t find anyone to help her. Not once or twice Stefan offered his help, yet she refused. He has done enough for her. To make things more complicated, she hasn’t fully agreed on moving to the next step with Stefan.

Yes, they had several dates and attended a few things from their firms together, but she wasn’t ready to move forward. Tori realized something that she never knew existed until her recent extended stay in Gladbach.

During that night when they lie awake sleeplessly, Tori realized she couldn’t live without her childhood friend. Not in a friendship kind of way, deep down, she loves him more than that.

Yet, she agitated, perhaps because of Stefan. For sure, Marco wouldn’t have that kind of feelings towards her, could he?

He never even sees her as a girl. The only time he sees her as a girl, he would end up mock her and they would have a battle or another of their silly bets. That’s Marco…

“Tori?”

The voice brought her back to reality. Geez, how many times a week her boss had to catch her off guard like this?

“Yes? I’m sorry, I was a bit occupied.” She tried to façade her daydream.

“I was asking whether you’ve found someone who can help us promote the upcoming fundraiser. Maybe, someone, you know from Borussia Dortmund?” Andreas repeated his question.  The smile indicated he knew she was spacing off in office hours.

“Oh. Does it have to be from Borussia Dortmund? I know someone from another team. I could try contact them and maybe more than one could come and help us.” She was thinking fast. Roman would love to do her a favor and Marco would do anything she asked, usually… But from Dortmund? God knows who she could ask help from!

“I still prefer you go and talk to Borussia Dortmund first before you call for another team.”

Meaning he didn’t want ‘no’ as an answer. A typical man with money and power, huge ego!

“I will do my best.” She surrendered.

There were still chances she could pull this with Marco’s help. He was in the media a lot lately and publication was in one of the lists, not to mention, he’s signing for them soon or later. Might as well…

0o0

For the first time in forever, Marco didn’t answer her phone call right away. Something seems off, but she brushed it off. Maybe he was busy with training. Well, her best guess would be FIFA or table tennis with his mates. Typical Marco!

Tori tried to call to the public relation department from BVB and got nil. She needed an insider. That was when being friend with Marco comes to its benefit. He could help her. He would help her.

She dialed the same number she knew by heart, last try. Still none. She moved on thinking she could call him later that night. Until she realized she promised Stefan they would have dinner together, discussing the more personal matter than their firms’ upcoming event.

Taking a glance towards the clock, she cleared up her desk. Nothing will be done that day since she hasn’t been in the right mood. She has been spacing out too much. And there was one person to blame, Marco.

She had an hour to get ready before Stefan showed up in her driveway. Truth to be told, Tori felt nothing to him anymore, after that night…

What was really happening that night?

She sighed. She couldn’t find the answer. She knew something has changed deep inside. Yet, she refused to acknowledge that.

She fell. How clumsy a girl could be? She was walking down the hallway towards the elevator which could bring her to the ground floor and to the parking lot. And she managed to bump into something –someone.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…” His words cut short. His brown eyes focused on her and dilated. It was clearly not in a shocking kind of way, more like I-will-take-you-home-with-me kind of way.

“I’m sorry. I wasn’t paying attention as well…” She rushed and moves to give him access inside.

“What’s your name?”

Huh? “Excuse me?”

“What’s your name? A lady like you cannot not have a name right?” His smile was mesmerizing. Tori was sure she saw him somewhere before.

“Victoria.”

“Last name?”

What the hell? “Am I in some kinds of trouble or something?” His grin grew wider. Was there something in her smile, her teeth? Why would he stare at her with amused written all over it?

“No. But I still need that last name.”

“Schuller. Victoria Schuller. Happy?”

He nodded; smile his killer smile and moves down the hallway into her firm’s office.

Who the hell was he?

However, what she needed at that time was home, not thinking what kind of trouble she will have to deal with the next day…

0o0

Stefan decided to take her to a fancy restaurant for dinner. The atmosphere was lovely with classical music playing in the background. She felt calm for the first time that week. But when she remembered the reason they’re there, her stomach tied in a knot. Their future. Hers and Stefan’s.

She started to play with the medium-rare steak in front of her; just enough to tell Stefan that her body was there with him, not her mind.

“Penny for your thoughts?” He teased and charmed her with his signature smile.

“Nothing. I just…” She sighed. Was she ready for this?

“If it’s about Marco, I think I can tell.”

“Pardon?”

“Something was up between you two, right?”

“I still don’t get you.”

“Have you realized that he loves you?”

“What? Of course he will and I know that.”

He smirked. “Not in a big brother kind of way, Tori. And I know you have the same feelings for him as well. What I don’t know is why it took you so long to realize this.”

“I did not have feelings for him,” Tori mumbled. Her voice was shaky. She was trying the words on her mouth, tasting it. Was she really?

Stefan sighed. From the look, she noted that he was done with this conversation, but she was wrong. “Remember the day after Christmas when I found him staying at your place?” she nodded. “We had a long talk. He didn’t reveal anything about your past, but I could tell you have one. I figure you will open up with me at some point if you really do love me. But he made it clear for me that he was being intrusive, whether it was a brotherly thing or not, I didn’t know. That’s why I keep tabs on you.”

Stefan took a long deep breath. Tori froze on her seat. She was calculating her next move. Yeah, like you’ve mastered dealing with a man apart from the jerk. “After his home game, two weeks ago, you’ve changed. I gave you two weeks to at least open up to me about going to the game, but you didn’t say a word.” His demur changed, his eyes screamed sadness or sorrow or maybe lost.

“Look, Tori, if you can’t even trust me that much, how could I ever know whether you love me or not? And not to mention, this relationship wouldn’t work out. There will never be us if I keep on being the one who try to make things work.”

She stunned, didn’t expect him to know her so well, to secretly observing her. It wasn’t even a question; it was a statement that he knew for sure she went to the game two weeks ago. She couldn’t help, but playing the mind game. Who, how, when, what and all the other questions floating around.

“I did try my best to make things works between us, too, you know…” She murmured.

Stefan reached for her hands, in an act to calm her down. However, like it or not, all of the thoughts collided inside her, forcing her brain to work overtime.

Had she really fell in love with her childhood friend? Was Stefan right all along? His theory which made her confronted Marco the night they stayed for Yvonne… The sorrow she has been dealing this past two weeks after that night… Was she really?

Tears started to form in the corner of her eyes. Was that why she missed him way too much lately? He kept on haunting her mind, day, and night. Has she really fallen for him? For Marco?

“I’m sorry.” That was all she managed before sobbing her heart out. She loves Marco. She has been for… for how long? 0o0

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I’m sorry but I’ve decided to cancel Polytimes. Massive thank you to every single one of you who enjoy reading it. But things going on a different way than what I’ve planned.

I will still accepting request on one-shots. So don’t be shy, if you have something in mind, just send me an ask :)

Once again, I’m sorry. Cheers x

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I will take that back. mawcooo-reus pushed me hard enough to make her wish come true. So Polytimes is back on :)

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I will see what I can do :)

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I’m sorry but I’ve decided to cancel Polytimes. Massive thank you to every single one of you who enjoy reading it. But things going on a different way than what I’ve planned.

I will still accepting request on one-shots. So don’t be shy, if you have something in mind, just send me an ask :)

Once again, I’m sorry. Cheers x

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Grateful

I thought of waiting for a prompt, but I came up with this...

So here you go dear... I hope you like it. Cheers x

The biggest mistake I ever made in my life is to fall in love with the wrong guy. A very abusive and bad tempered guy. Yet I got through it on a daily basis, beaten, bruised, broken.

I was convinced that there is no way back. It was my fate and all I have to do is to accept it.

Until I met him by accident, two years ago. I got kicked out of the apartment we shared for the nth time. I wandered around the town, further away from our place, the other side of the town, the better side. I had a dream of living there one day if I get a good job to support myself. I will move out of the hell eventually. Of course, it has never happened.

That night, Marco was so close to hitting me with his car. I wasn't paying attention to where I was heading as well. And the rain didn't help much to both of us.

I refused to take his offer to help me. I’m sure I can stand up for myself.

Who knows he has a stalkers side? He followed me and when I keep on walking without any destination, he stopped me and take me to his house.

I don’t know what’s gotten me that day. I guess I was keeping my emotion for too long. Long enough to spill everything to a stranger who almost hit me.

I was a mess, blind and lost. But I’m grateful for the storm because it made me stronger and shape me into who I am now…

0o0

“Are you having a flashback again?” He kissed the top of my head.

“I might be.” I know what he will say next.

“Iris, I’ve told you…”

I stopped him by putting my finger in front of his mouth. “Before you complain, I did know that it’s in the past, but it is part of me.” I hold his gaze, I can’t believe how much I love the green-hazel eyes of his. “I’m grateful for every single second of my life. I’m thankful for it. From the moment we met up until now. And the best part is to carry your son.”

“You will be a wonderful mother.”

He moved from the sofa.

“Did I tell you I love you and how gorgeous you look today?”

“Not enough to convince me…”

That night marked everything. The ending. A new beginning. The transition of my two lives. Past and future.

As in presents, I’m happily in a relationship with one of the Borussia Dortmund stars, eight months along to my pregnancy, and the happiest woman alive.

0o0

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Surprises

I see a pattern here, instead of doing what I need to do (like studying for example) I ended up writing prompts :P

This one is for gloreus. I hope you like it <3

Helena had everything ready. All she needs to do now is to wait for Marco to get home and hopefully liking the surprise. She knew how much he loathed surprises, even though he loves giving her surprises. Let’s just say he had this coming.

Everyone was waiting for him to come back as well. Quietly taking their places, holding balloons or party poppers.

Helena scanned the room once more, making sure that everything was in its place and ready to go. She was busy hushing people who start to giggle - especially Auba, Kevin, and Ciro who can’t keep nudging at each other, playing jokes.

Then Nico came closer to her and take her hand to his little one, holding it before asking her to pick him up. So she did and place him securely on her hips.

Helena had invited Marco’s friends, teammates, and family. She even managed to get hold of Mario and Andre, who flew in to surprise their buddy.

To distract him, Helena uses the excuse of her being sick and let Marcel drove him to the interview he had for Puma. Of course Marcel aware of the surprise party Helena had planned for several weeks now.

She heard a ding on her phone, notifying her that Marco and Marcel are currently entering the basement garage of their apartment.

For the tenth times, Helena had to separate the trio before they start making noises to which could inform Marco about the thirty something people currently occupying their lounge and living room area.

“Are you ready, Nico?” He nodded and holding out the party popper he has been holding for the past twenty or so minutes.

When she heard the front door clicking, Helena hides behind the wall separating the foyer and the lounge.

“Helena?” Marco called.

She knew he was probably reaching for the light switch by then, so she moves closer towards it. Right when he flicks the switch on, Nico popped his popper and yelled surprise. So is everyone in the room.

Marco took a step back, bumping into a grinning Marcel.

“You knew about this?” He snapped on Marcel.

“Yep. I helped her plan it.” The grin hadn't left his face, even though he know that Marco wasn't appreciating the secret his girlfriend and best friend shared.

“Yeah, take your time arguing, because none of us want the cake after all…” Ronja, a friend of Helena distracted them. “She baked the cake herself, I can’t wait to get the whole cake and leave you a slice to share!”

Everyone in the room cheered and laughed. She couldn't separate the troublemaker trio anymore, now that Marco was there with them.

Marco did as he was told, blew the twenty-six candles on top of black forest cake-their favorite cake-and scoop over so his mom can start cutting them. He had to say he was impressed and surprised on the extent Helena pulled to get this surprise ready for him. She must have planned it for a few weeks while also studying for her upcoming finals.

He spied her talking to her friends. He hadn't properly thanked her yet, so he strolled towards her and when Helena stood next to Marco, he pulled her into a hug and kiss her hair gingerly.

“Thanks.” He muttered.

“I thought you’re going to hate me for lying.”

“Can’t hate you more than I already am.” He grinned sheepishly. “Next is your turn.”

“Oh, I don’t need to worry. I have five months to prepare myself for your surprise.”

“We will see…”

0o0

He wasn't talking about her birthday. He was talking about her graduation in three weeks. With a mischievous plan in mind, he started to tell his family how the surprise for her will work.

Ever since Helena moved in with him, never once she ever let him down. She adapted quickly, get along with his family, and made new friends. Ronja, Melina, and Shannon are three living proofs. Oh, and the thing with his family… Just look at her now, Nico wouldn't even want her to let him go. Those little fingers were always intertwined with his girlfriend’s. Not that he will admit that he’s jealous, but damn if he hadn’t.

“Are you going to keep her forever?” His mom stood next to him and took him by surprise.

“I’ve got that covered, ma. I have to call her folks, though.” Marco smiled. He acknowledged that he got his mama’s approval.

“She made a good man out of you, son. And I’ve to say I like that.” He agreed to that. “But don’t you dare call them. Go to meet them in person. This is a very big deal.”

“Would you like to come with me to meet them?”

“Of course.” She beamed. “After all, I think it’s about time for me to meet my future in-laws, don't you think?”

“Yes… yes… it is.”

0o0

[reusful]

mats and benni in a nutella ad back in 2011 xD

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Omfg I remember this

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mattshummels replied to your post: “Elevated - Mats POV”:

too late. im dead

RIP Shannon. I will tell Mats :3