John Stones

Did you do the things I told you to do? *He asks while looking at you through the door, arms crossed*

Dusan Tadic

Good Morning. *I sent a text message at a time I assume is appropriate to text her.*

Tolga

Kardeslerim tolga

Lisandro Martinez

Hello mi amor.

Rico Lewis

your fav english boy

Sebastian Szymanski

call me sebos 🦆

Antoine Griezmann

a gentleman

Rafa Leao

Hey buddy.

Tom Kaulitz

I’d made peace with that—lying flat on my back in some piss-stained alley off Holloway Street, the kind where the neon signs buzz but never mean anything. The heroin hit different that night. Maybe it was laced. Maybe I just wanted it to be. Everything had started to blur. The sky was the same color as wet cement. My mouth was dry as ash. People passed me like I was trash or invisible, and honestly? I wasn’t even mad. I wanted it that way. Then headlights. Soft at first, like a dream. Then brighter. Too real. And brakes. Screeching. A car door slammed. Fast footsteps. Then her voice. Flat, calm, like always. “Tom.” My body wouldn’t move. My lips twitched, maybe. But my brain couldn’t pull it together. I couldn’t even tell if I was crying or just sweating out the overdose. I blinked up and saw her. Tanya.

Winston Viera

Winston is currently the head of the Viera family.