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blueaetherr · 1 year

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Can i request richarlison where he spoils her so much xx🫠

in thought of you

pairing: richarlison x fem!reader [she/her]

warning(s): none

summary: the one where richarlison spoils the reader in more ways than one

Richarlison has always been a giving person. It was something in his nature, in his person, something naturally of custom to him. And he enjoyed it—the giving part of things—because he knew he wouldn't be letting go of it any time soon seeing as he loved it so much. He associated giving with two kinds of people: those in need and those he loved the most. And Y/N, his partner, was just one of those people he loved the most.

And this part of Richarlison was most prominent in their relationship, towards Y/N, appearing in a few ways.

At first it came through as rather materialistic. He had the money, the resources and everything else one needed, why would he not cash out on her? He bought her the world: they spent their time searching for her choice of clothes, he was open yet careful when picking out her jewellery, so much so that she was soon drowning in luxury and prestige.

"They reminded me of you," he would say, every time he brought back the finest necklace, every time the two passed by an item and Richarlison knew he had to get it for his partner, every time his mom spoke highly about a certain item of clothing or jewellery. And he would say it all with the kindest smile one would ever see.

And Y/N would return the smile and say, "Thank you," because she was grateful. For how he chose to spend on her, for how he always had her in mind even when he went out shopping for himself. For how he let her feel herself in such glamorous wear, for his efforts to make her happy. For that, she was grateful. But it became too much for her; too flashy and far out of her comfort zone sometimes, so he had to switch it up.

Then there came the flowers; the gift offering simple presence and kindness. Richarlison gave them to Y/N whenever he could, the ones his mom kept in her assorted garden or the ones he always noticed walking past the local florist. Whenever they went out and he saw a flower, laying perfect and pretty, he would pick it up and personally hand it to Y/N. When he knew he would be gone for a few days for a match, he would have flowers, far delicate and dressed, delivered to their place.

"These reminded me of you," he would say or message, every time he brought back a bouquet or two home, every time he picked up that random flower off the side of the street, every time he had her favourite flowers, in her favourite colour too, delivered home. And he would say it with a smile, one rather favouring his nerves, considering that offering flowers wasn't his initial way of giving.

And she would say, "Thank you," nonetheless. She always loved the flowers, personally. For their pretty appearance, for their delightful smell, and for how Richarlison associated them with her. For how determined he was to get a flower even if it was really out of reach; he always made the effort for her, regardless of the challenge that came with it. She remained grateful for his will to give. But, soon enough, it became too much for both of them.

Not enough room in the house to place the flowers, not enough space in the garden to plant them. Not enough space in the kitchen or rooms to place them, bringing in too many insects and causing her allergies to act up. This one, Richarlison was reluctant to switch up—flowers grew to be his favourite item to give his partner. But for their best interests, he chose to switch it up.

Finally, there was the quality time. Now this one, when he could, Richarlison spoilt her with a lot of this and so much more. The mornings spent in bed, the afternoons cleaning the house together with spirits and music high. The evenings playing football in the backyard for the thrill and fun of it all, the days he would wait on her until she came back from a late night out.

And Y/N would say, "Thank you." In fact, she had more to present than just a thank you (even though Richarlison thought it was more than enough). She would hug him, kiss him and do everything she had to offer him (how could she not when he always managed to give her the world)? For the times he pulled her back into bed, for the times when they were belting song lyrics on their off days. For the times he waited up for her after a night out, for the times he chose to hang out with her over his friends. And there was no criticism to any of it; in simple, she was grateful.

In her eyes, in all ways was Richarlison spoiling her, gifting her, giving to her. Through the materials, through the flowers, through the quality time. And she loved them, she appreciated it all equally. Because whether he chose to spoil her in one way or another, at the end of the day, they reminded me of you, these reminded me of you, this reminded me of you—he did everything in thought of her, and that was enough for Y/N to be reassured in their relationship.

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footballxixstars · 6 months

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Kicking Baby • Erling Haaland

Child/Parent Prompt List v.2 • Number 8

“Mummy it kicked me. The baby kicked me,”

“Mummy it kicked me. The baby kicked me,” Your daughter got out sounding slightly astonished like she didn’t know that babies could move and kick in the tummy. To be fair she is only 4 so she probably didn’t however you have spoken about it before as it had happened before just not whilst she was leaning against your tummy. The baby had been moving around all day and it was slightly uncomfortable so you managed to persuade your daughter to sit down and watch a film together. She was lying down cuddling into you when the baby kicked her.

“They’re saying hello to their big sister,” You gasped. Once again the baby kicked against your daughter's hands which were now on your tummy and she started giggling and just looked at you with amazement in her eyes.

“Hi baby,” Your daughter giggled now patting your stomach as well to say hello to the baby. This made a smile come over your face and carefully you grabbed your phone to record this moment. From the moment you found out you were pregnant you were nervous about how your daughter would react to it because she was so used to having all of your and Erling’s attention however when you told her she was so excited and both you and Erling have made sure has been a part of it all not wanting her to be left out at all. Your daughter has loved going to the scans to see the baby and hearing the heartbeat and she’s even loved picking out a teddy and some clothes for the new baby. She is very excited and that is showing right now.

Pulling you from your thoughts your daughter let out a screech but before you could warn her she had ran off to go and grab something. It wasn’t long before she came running back in with a couple of her own books in her hands and you were slightly confused because as much as she loves reading she would rather sit and watch a film like you were doing but now she had several books in her hands.

“Are we going to read Bubba?” You questioned manoeuvring yourself so you were in a more comfortable position to read. Your daughter just shook her head as she bounced over to you and climbed onto the sofa placing the books next to her.

“I’m going to read to the baby since they are awake,” Your daughter spoke picking up her favourite book and opening it up. Your daughter was only starting to learn to read so she couldn’t actually read it with the actual words and make it accurate however considering how much you and Erling had read it she could probably recite it word for word. Plus there were pictures so she could make it up.

You just stayed there lying on the sofa allowing your daughter to ‘read’ the books to the baby and after taking a video of the moment you put your phone down and just enjoyed the moment. When your second child is born you know that there won’t be a lot of peaceful moments so you have to take it all in now plus this moment is actually adorable. As your daughter was reading you heard the front door open and you knew that Erling was home after training. That was how you could tell that your daughter was so engrossed in reading because usually she would sprint to the door to meet him but now she’s just reading.

Keeping one eye on the door you watched and waited for Erling to come through and when he did you put your finger up to your lips telling him to keep quiet as you didn’t want him to disturb what was happening. He just nodded his head and pointed to the bedroom before disappearing. He was obviously going to change before interrupting the moment. Change into something more comfortable and sort himself out before your daughter wants his constant attention. After letting her know about her new baby sibling, she was excited but at the same time has become significantly clingier with you both probably knowing that she will have to share attention with the new baby so she’ll try to get it all now. It was nice but was also making you nervous about the new baby's arrival.

“Hi,” You mouthed to Erling when he returned to the room after getting changed. He had this soft smile on his face and his hair was down flowing free around his shoulders allowing it to relax a bit after being up in a bun all day because of training. He loved being able to get home and just let his hair loose and so did your daughter who loved platting it and doing a bunch of different things to it. To be honest you were slightly jealous of his hair. It’s so soft and shiny and you adore just running your hand through it. You love it when it’s down as it usually means he’s relaxing and when he puts it up it’s to get it out of his face so he can do some sort of work and it’s usually never up unless your daughter has done it when he’s at home. You get to see it all lovely and free-flowing.

“Hi,” He mouthed back as he walked closer. He placed a soft kiss against your temple before leaning down and grabbing your daughter and tickling her causing her to screech and let out a bunch of giggles whilst wriggling around trying to get out of Erling’s hold.

“Daddy,” She squealed, and Erling stopped tickling her and actually cuddled her this time. She leaned into his arms and laid her head on his shoulders just cuddling into him. One of her hands crawled around his back to grab the ends of his hair which she ended up twirling around her fingers.

“What have you been doing?” Erling softly asked her.

“The baby kicked me,” She told him, smiling brightly. Her smile was the exact copy of Erling’s very own smile. It was mental how much she looked like Erling at times. Also, it was quite rude considering you carried her for 9 months and she has the audacity to look like Erling. Her eyes even crease in the same way his did when she smiles and laughs. It is adorable.

“The baby kicked you,” Erling responded pretending to sound shocked by that and your daughter enthusiastically nodded her head and started rambling on and on about the baby and it kicking her before moving on to talking about god knows what. Erling listened intently to every word even if some of it made no sense whatsoever and even if some of the words she was speaking weren’t real words. He hung on to every word his daughter was saying, umming and ahhing and even asking a couple questions too which you think your daughter ignored because she was busy just rambling on whilst still twirling Erling’s hair around her little fingers.

“I’m reading,” She eventually said interrupting her own little ramble before wiggling to get down. Once Erling let her down she ran to grab one of her books and sat next to you and began reading again. Meanwhile, Erling took a seat next to you on your other side and wrapped one arm around you whilst the other was resting possessively against your stomach just listening to your daughter trying to read the book. It was one of the rare and peaceful moments in this crazy household. Every now and then your daughter would look at you and Erling and you both would give her a smile so she would continue. It’s good to get her reading and it’s actually nice to listen to and see her improvement.

“Our little family,” He whispered, rubbing your stomach and causing your child that was in your stomach to start kicking and moving around. It was a nice feeling especially with Erling’s hand there and Erling loved feeling the baby kick too. Like your daughter it made him included in the pregnancy, slightly anyway. Before you were able to say anything back to him your daughter had seemed to finish reading her book to your bump and apparently needed entertaining by a very specific person. Erling.

“Daddy, I'm bored. Can I do your hair?” Your daughter begged pushing her book onto the floor.

“You’re soon going to have two of them pulling you in a million different directions,” You chuckled when he gave you a look that said ‘please save me.’ He loves his daughter, he does, and loves playing with her and would honestly do anything for her however when she does his hair… it hurts. He’s actually shocked that he has as much hair as he does considering how hard your daughter pulls it. He will never say no to her though because your daughter thoroughly enjoys it and he loves anything that she does.

“I can’t wait,” He replied kissing your temple and bump before moving to entertain your daughter whilst you stayed sitting on the sofa. This is your little family and you cannot wait for the adventure when the new baby arrives.

MASTERLIST | MORE HAALAND

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hlstead · 8 months

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the world knows now

[kylian mbappé x reader]

The roar of the stadium was deafening as the crowd erupted in cheers, their excitement palpable. My heart raced, not just from the intensity of the match, but also from the realization that I was right here, in the midst of it all. I watched, breathless, as Kylian skillfully maneuvered the ball past defenders, his every move a testament to his prowess on the field.

And then, in an instant, the net rippled, and the stadium erupted into a euphoric frenzy. Kylian had scored, his celebration a burst of pure joy. He sprinted towards the stands, arms wide open, his grin contagious. In the sea of fans, his eyes locked onto mine, and I felt time slow down. This was it—the first time we were in public together, and he was about to make it unforgettable.

As he reached the barrier between the pitch and the stands, he leaped over it with an athleticism that left me in awe. The cheers around me seemed to fade into the background, leaving just him and me in that electrifying moment. His gaze never wavered as he closed the distance, his eyes filled with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine.

And then, as if the world had ceased to exist, he cupped my face in his hands and pressed his lips to mine. The world around us blurred into a beautiful, hazy backdrop as his kiss enveloped me—a promise, a declaration, an unspoken bond made public. It was as if he was telling the world, "This is the person who holds my heart."

The taste of victory lingered on his lips, a mix of adrenaline and the sweetest connection. The stadium seemed to hold its breath, caught up in the magic of the moment. When he finally pulled away, his eyes bore into mine, a silent conversation passing between us. It was a kiss that spoke of months spent in secret, of stolen moments and whispered confessions.

As he rejoined his teammates on the field, the realization hit me: Kylian Mbappé, the football sensation, had just kissed me in front of thousands. I touched my lips, still tingling, feeling like the luckiest person alive. Our love story, once known only to us, had been shared with the world, celebrated in the most public way possible.

The rest of the match was a blur, the cheers and chants a distant echo as I replayed that kiss in my mind. And when the final whistle blew, and Kylian's team emerged victorious, he looked up to the stands, his eyes finding mine once again. With a triumphant smile, he raised his hand to his lips, blowing a kiss in my direction—a private moment in a very public space, a promise that our love story was just beginning.

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the-offside-rule · 2 years

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Pedri Gonzalez (FCBarcelona) - Worried Much?

Requested: by anon

Prompts: 1 - "If anything were to happen to you."

40 - "You're so hot when you're mad."

Warnings: cursing

Pedri rested his head on the steering wheel of his car, letting out a sigh. The team was meant to get the bus back to the Camp last night, but the bus had issues meaning they had to stay at a hotel. Everyone was bummed of course, but most of all was Pedri. He had lost the ball eith only a minute or so left to go, they thought they would have had a draw at least, but the ball got taken and the player that had taken it scored. No one blamed him, it was a tough game but he of course blamed himself. As he got off the bus at the Camp Nou, he looked around for his girlfriend's car but it was nowhere to be seen. He threw his arms up in frustration and groaned as he covered his face. "Need a ride?" He turned to see Frenkie his teammate in his own car and so, Pedri had no other way home. "Yeah, yeah that'd be great."

The ride home was short and close to no co versatipn bar the occassional remarks about their surroundings from time to time. Both players were tired and both didn't have much to talk about. The Spaniard grew more and more excited to get home that by the time they had even driven up the street, he had forgotten all about the match. Pedri's face twisted into one of confusion as Frenkie pulled into the empty driveway of his house. "Is your girlfriend out?" Frenkie asked. "Maybe she was at Camp Nou and I just didn't see her." He took out his phone and called. It rang and rang but went to voicemail. "Well if that's the case, she must not be happy with you." Frenkie chuckled and slapped his teammates shoulder. "Yeah, I'll see you tomorrow man." The pair bid their farewells which ended in Frenkie driving away while Pedri walked up slowly towards the front door. He reached for the handle and to his surprise, it was already open. His eyebrows knotted together as he pushed open the door and called through the house.

"Baby? Amor?" Nothing. Just the sound of cars passing by. "Y/n!" Are you here?" He grew more and more worried about his girlfriend being seemingly missing. Did she have work? Nope. College? No! It was Sunday! His calls became louder and louder as he walked quicker and quicker around the house. "Y/n! Y/n! Can you answer me baby?!" He turned into their bedroom and saw her dancing around the bedroom with her headphones on and undoubtedly up to the highest they would go. ""Ay dios mío!" His hand rested on his chest. "What's wrong with you?" She asked, taking off her headphones. Before she could ask another question, he had her practically smothered in his arms. She didn't get an answer to that question, she simply got pulled into a hug. "Why didn't you answer me?! I was getting worried!" Y/n arched a brow. "I just couldn't hear you. My headphones-" He cut her off with a soft kiss. "That doesn't mean you can shout at me, dickhead."

"Im sorry but, if anything were to happen to you." He mumbled, his neck nuzzling into the crook of her neck. "This may be out of place but you're so hot when you're mad." She joked. "Don't tease me like that." He whispered into her ear, a shiver running down her spine. "And what if I do?" She hums in an amused tone. "You'll find out, don't worry about that."

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ladymarycrawley · 2 years

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Meant to be - Mason Mount

Request: Can you write something were you and mason started dating like a couple weeks and it’s your first time meeting the boys , so you went to a dinner , mason just next to you and everytime he makes a jokes he turns to see if it’s makes you laugh and the boys notice it and started teasing him 😂

Warning: none, Mason and Y/N being two lovely lovebirds

Tag list: @masonxomount @chelsealover @masterclassbaby

“What if they don’t like me? They’ll find me boring and annoying”

“What are you even saying Y/N?? They’ll love you! I’m sure Mason told them only the best things about you!”

You rolled your eyes and huffed at your friend’s remark. That night you were about to meet your one month boyfriend’s friends and saying you were nervous was an understatement.

“They’ll be as lovely as he is, I’m sure!”

“I hope so…”

That night Mason picked you up at 7 so he could spend a while with you before his friends would join you at the restaurant. The hours prior your gathering were spent rummaging through your closet in an effort to find the perfect outfit to wear for the occasion.

“You look like an angel” He complimented you sweetly, kissing your hand as soon as you sat alongside him in his very expensive car.

You shyly thanked him before blushing and looking down at your feet, the sunset light reflecting over your golden sandals.

“How have you been feeling? Nervous?”

“Yeah, a bit…”

“You know you don’t have to, right?”

A fake smile popped up on your lips as Mason reciprocated it with a half smile himself.

"Where are we going?"

"There's a new restaurant they opened like a week ago, it looks fancy"

You nodded, looking out of the window as you tried to etch all the things that went before your gaze in your mind, as that simple mental gesture of impressing all the trees, the shops, the people that appeared before you could ease your actual state of mind.

His best friend Nathan arrived first, walking in your direction as he saw you two.

When you pulled up in the restaurant's parking lot, Mason waited for you to exit the car so he could take your hand.

You smiled, a half smile that meant you're grateful for his gesture but also that you're hoping that would end as soon as possible as you were on the edge.

"Hey mate, are you okay? You're on time" Mason teased him, as they shook hands as he does on the pitch with his opponents.

"Couldn't wait to meet the love of your life, as you won't stop talking about her" He giggled, the hint he just dropped making Mason and you blush for different reasons.

"Don't listen to him, I don’t actually talk about you all the time" Mason scratched the back of his head in embarrassment. "By the way, she's Y/N"

"Hello, I'm Nathan, as you could've guessed" He hugged you as you let out a little laugh, trying to diffuse the tension.

"Yeah, had a clue…I'm Y/N, nice to meet you finally. Mason talks a lot about you too to be fair"

"Oh well, so who's the love of your life, Mount??"

The three of you laughed as you saw from the distance Ben and Reece approaching.

"Oh look who's there!"

When the four of them greeted each other and expressed their mutual enthusiasm for being together once again, Mason introduced them to you.As the formality of official presentation ended, you entered the restaurant and had a seat at the table that had been reserved just for you.

Your boyfriend sat next to you, never failing to address you with a soft smile.

He looked so good and cozy in his grey jumper and black cargo trousers look, you wished you could have worn that soft piece of clothing but it was still early in your relationship for you to go around wearing his clothes.

You tried to shake that sweet thought away, smiling back at him and focusing on the menu in your hands.

"Is everything okay?" He gently whispered in your ear as you nodded absentmindedly. He left the most innocent kiss ever on your cheek, bringing you back to reality.

For a while you grew apart from the moment you were living, as if all the people around you didn't exist and you weren't in a public place.

You shook away that feeling when you suddenly felt Mason touching your thigh, making you wince a bit. They were all laughing and you thought it could be about you, stressing you even more.

His friends and teammates started asking you questions about things they should have already had known as Mason told them almost everything about you, they even knew your favourite ice cream flavour!

"Well, they know you better than me now!" He giggled and looked at you as if to make sure him having demonstrated all his enthusiasm about your romance to his mates didn't upset you.

You smiled and squeezed his thigh affectionately. Your gaze met his and in that moment you knew you were alright, as long as you were together he'd have your back. Always.

"So it seems"

You were sure you were going to say those three crucial words to him very soon.

Mason looked like a big, sweet child to you who looked sincerely happy to have you by his side, slowly making you part of his world. He wanted to make you proud and happy as you were becoming his priority.

All the small things he did, such as looking at you out of the corner of his eye to see if you’re doing fine, turning to you every time he cracked a joke (even the most absurd and dumb ones) to see if it made you laugh or smile at least.All of this meant one thing only: he was slowly but surely falling in love with you and you're feeling exactly the same, as he was different from the others.

"Oh come on, it was funny this one!"

You rolled your eyes sipping on your wine, under the equally unimpressed stares of the boys before you.

"Baby, wasn't it funny?"

"Sorry, I forgot to laugh" Your simple line made his friends giggle while he pouted, his protruding lower lip made you melt with love for how cute and defenceless he looked. You smiled and brushed the knuckle of your forefinger against his cheekbone.

"Man, you're down bad, eh?"

"Shut the fuck up" He chuckled in embarrassment.

That night was perfect, at the end of it you realised there's nothing to be afraid of as they made you feel at ease as if you’ve known them fro a long time.

"Well, my predictions were right: they are crazy about you" He commented, driving you home.

"Yeah, they're pretty chill and it was a good night. Thank you"

He smiled and stroked your leg.

"You should know by now I'm always right"

"Don't flatter yourself, love"

After a few minutes of silence where he would keep his eyes on the road before him while you cut yourself off from reality, letting your mind relive the moments you shared with him and his friends earlier on.

"Would you like to come over? For a while I mean" He asked you then, out of the blue. “You can say no if you have better things to do or if you’re too tired”

Your breath stopped for a minute as it was the first time he'd ask you to go to his place. You knew it was a big move.

"If it's okay for you, I'd love to"

"I can't wait to show you around" His eyes were beaming with joy.

Mason blushed as you smiled back at him, squeezing his hand placed on the gear shift.

Soon you would have gotten to stage where you two would share a house, you knew it and you couldn’t wait for that to happen. He was the one.

#mason mount #mason mount x reader #mason mount x y/n #mason mount fics #mason mount imagines #mason mount oneshots #mason mount fluff #chelsea #chelsea fc #chelsea imagines #chelsea fics #england nt #england nt imagines #england nt fics #football writing #football imagines #football fics #football oneshots

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mbappebby · 1 year

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Like their older brothers || One

Ethan Mbappé x Anisah Hakimi (OC)

Summary: Anisah Hakimi and Ethan Mbappé, two young footballers who are in the shadow of their older brothers.

Requested: Yes, by anonymous: Hey! I love your writing. Can I request something that your Achraf Hakimi’s little sister (can you name her Anisah) and her and Ethan Mbappé are both footballers and they play in the same team and they link up and score a goal. They both do a celebration like their brothers, who are in the stadium watching them and it goes around social media. Maybe even add in a Insta AU! Thank you!! x

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Series

Everyone knows what the friendship between Kylian Mbappé and Achraf Hakimi was like. A duo everyone loves on and off the pitch. But, it’s not just them who have a very good friendship. It seems like their younger siblings also have the same bond.

Ethan Mbappé, everyone knows him for being Kylian’s younger brother. He’s a very good footballer even though he’s only at the age 15.

Anisah Hakimi, someone that many people don’t really know about. The younger sister of Achraf Hakimi, also a footballer and plays the same position as her older brother.

Ethan and Anisah play for the same team at PSG, whenever Kylian and Achraf are hanging out they are most likely hanging out too. They are best friends and an unstoppable duo on the football pitch.

Another match day came, Anisah was with her older brother who driving them to the stadium as Anisah. “You ready for today?” Achraf spoke in his native language to his sister.

“Yeah, got a good feeling about today. You are staying to watch right?” Anisah asked. “I didn’t drive you for here for no reason, Kylian is staying as well as he wants to watch Ethan” Achraf replied.

“You won’t be lonely then” Anisah giggled as they arrived at the stadium. “No, I won’t be. Get an assist or goal for me. I didn’t come here for nothing” Achraf added. “You can count on me” Anisah said as they both got out of the car.

Anisah saw Kylian there and Ethan and just walked inside. Anisah hugged Kylian before she said goodbye to her brother and his best friend before catching up to Ethan and jumping on his back.

“A warning next time would be nice, Nisa” Ethan said as he carried her to the dressing room. “Nah, it’s fun when you don’t expect it” Anisah giggled.

Little did they know, their older brothers had seen the whole thing. “I wouldn’t be surprised if they are only just best friends” Kylian said as him and Achraf made their way to their seats.

“Yeah, me either. But we both know they won’t admit it to each other as they are scared they might lose their friendship with each other” Achraf replied.

Anisah walked out onto the pitch behind Ethan, before they had to get to their positions they both did their handshake.

It only took a few moments for Anisah to square the ball over to Ethan who was entering the box and slotting it easy into the back of the net. The crowd all erupt in celebration, as all the team run over to Ethan.

After most of team was making their way back to their positions. Anisah and Ethan kneel down and they have their thumbs touching their nose and their pinky sticking out.

The fans cheered again before Anisah and Ethan stood up and did their handshake before running back to their positions.

The camera was filming Kylian and Achraf reactions, them both laughing, smiling and clapping their younger siblings and Kylian was capturing on his phone.

The match soon came to an end, Anisah had also manage to get a goal thanks to Ethan. The two best friends after greeted the opposition made their way over to the barrier where their brothers were.

“Just to tell you, we do the celebration better” Kylian joked. “Whatever you say” Anisah replied as Ethan his an arm around her shoulder. “I’m glad I didn’t come here for nothing” Achraf said.

“Wow, don’t you have any faith in us?” Ethan asked. “We score or get an assist like nearly every game!” Anisah added. “Our bad” Kylian replied.

“Just to tell you that you two are probably going to be all over social media tonight after that celebration” Achraf added. “Oh we know, people love Mbappé and Hakimi 2.0” Ethan replied.

“Maybe even more than us now” Kylian mumbled as the two young footballers were called by someone in their team to tell them they had to get going.

“See you later, Nis” Achraf called. “Well done today, it was a good game I have to admit” Kylian added. “See you soon!” Anisah replied. “Thanks Ky, see you later!” Ethan called.

Anisah jumped on Ethan’s back as once again he carried her back to the dressing room.

“Yeah, they are definitely going to be together soon” Achraf said. “100%, hey if they get married we will be related then” Kylian joked.

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laurasstufff1 · 2 years

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Hi. I saw your requests are open. Could you write something about reader being on holidays with her friends and there is a night of shooting stars so she goes to the beach to watch it. Mason can't sleep that night so he goes for a walk and he meets the reader at the beach and joins her. They talk for long hours and it starts to getting cold so reader shares her blanket with Mason. And they talk cuddled up on one sunbed sharing blanket till the sunrise and then they fall asleep. In the morning they get teased by their friends.

Changed the way Mason ended up the beach lol, but I really hope you like it!!!. thanks for requesting!!💓💓

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Shooting stars

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“Are you really telling me that there’s shooting stars tonight and you prefer going to a dark loud and sweaty club????” You asked almost shouting watching as your friends picked up their towels, bottles and cards from the sand. You, on the other hand, had just gotten out of the sea, making the most of the last minutes of sun in the warm island of Ibiza.

“Yes, we came here for a reason, YN” Sussie laughed watching as you tried to untangled your salty hair.

“And you better hurry up, we need to shower!” Kate shouted already walking away.

You followed them listing to their conversation in silence, thinking what were the chances of convincing them to stay. Honestly, none.

“Uncle Mase, stars?!” Summer asked when she heard her family talking about tonight’s plans.

“Yes baby, stars. I’m not sure you’ll stay awake, though” he laughed watching the toddler opened her mouth just after finishing dinner.

“I don't think she will either” Jas said taking her in her arms “But we can try”.

“Yes!” Summer excitedly shouted with her hands up making the whole table laugh.

“I’m not going with you tonight girls, I’m sorry” you said standing in front of them.

Your hair down and not brushed, your comfy big t shirt and some leggings with converse. On top of that, you were holding a blanket and a sweatshirt. It was quite obvious you were not going to the nightclub. “Just make sure to get here safe and text me if you need anything, I’ll be on the beach, okay?” You said, kissing their cheeks in a rush and walking out the door before they could say anything, though they wasn’t planning to, they knew it was useless.

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea” Debbie talked watching as Mason tucked Summer in her trolley.

“Well I think it is” he fought back “She’ll be much more comfortable here while we’re stargazing”.

“But it’ll be imposible to walk around the beach with it” Jas laughed at his obvious lack of experience.

“Just leave it to me, I’ll take care of it” he talked annoyed while the rest laugh at his stubbornness.

It was already dark when you arrived to the beach, and thankfully it was almost empty. There were just a group of people to your right, with little girls holding a man’s hand. She only shouted ‘Stars! Stars!’ and it made you laughed. Until you heard some grunts behind you.

“Do you need any help?” You asked just trying to be polite, but the boy lifted his gaze to look at you with an angry face that made you regret your question, and started walking away.

“Sorry” he said making you stop with a smile.

“It’s alright. You need help?” You asked again watching him fight with the small wheels of the stroller in the sand. He just nodded shyly and it didn’t take more for you to grab the front and lift it up.

“Thank you. I’m just annoyed because my mom told me it was a bad idea to bring it here” he explained while walking to the group of people you saw before, that were, indeed, his family.

“Mom’s are always right. But, let me tell you, it was also kinda obvious” you laughed, and he couldn’t help but agree, laughing too. “Your daughter’s really sweet. I’ve heard her scream ‘stars!’ a couple of times”.

“Oh, she’s my niece” he corrected you “and yes, she’s very exited, but very sleepy too, I don’t think she’ll stay up”.

“It won’t hurt to try” you shrugged, and the boy just smiled recognizing your words.

“Thank you again…” he stopped when you were close enough to his family. He looked at you, and you only guessed he was asking for your name.

“YN”

“YN, right, I’m Mason” he said and you just nodded before waving to the rest and walking to the other side of the beach.

You laid in one of those fancy sunbed that luckily were still around the beach, thinking about how the boy you just met wasn’t the only stupid person in this beach. You bought a book to kill the time until the shower of stars started, there was no way you could read it in the middle of a dark beach.

Luckily his shouts and his niece’s giggles kept you distracted. He was good with kids, although kinda naughty too. You saw him holding the little girl's hand and running into the water before some other adult ran behind to stop them. His laugh echoed in the empty beach, and just with that sign, you knew it was worthy to go there instead of the club.

You didn’t realised you were still staring at him until he looked and waved at you, noticing your eyes on him. It was at that moment you felt a heat reaching your cheeks, and instead of waving back, taking your chances with the cute boy, you just looked away. That didn’t last long, as soon as you sensed he was occupied making sand castles with the toddler you looked at him again.

“She’s looking again” Lewis said hitting his brother’s arm, but Mason didn’t dare to look.

“She’s probably looking at any other thing, we’re too far to know where she’s looking” Mason huffed annoyed by his brother.

“Look Summer!” Debbie shouted pointing up at the stars, and you heard it too, looking up at the sky to see the first stars. “She’s already off, mom” Jas laughed. Indeed, Summer was so tired but didn’t want to sleep in the trolley, where she was already sat. It only made her upset but cuddly at the same time. “I think we should leave” Jas talked already walking up holding her daughter “Mason” she called him, but he seemed distracted. It wasn’t until Lewis hit his arm that he came back to life.

“What are you watching?” His older brother laughed.

“The- the sky” he stuttered rubbing the back of his neck.

“The sky is up, not in the left” his dad laughed noticing you were in the same spot where he was looking contemplating the sky. “You coming?”

“No” he simply said confirming his dad’s thoughts. And just like that, he started walking towards the sunbeds, ignoring his brother calls to help him with the stroller.

You were so relaxed you didn’t hear a thing. It’s not like he was making any noise either, not wanting to disturb you in your moment of peace. But jeez, he wanted to talk to you more.

“Hi” he said in a soft voice, though managing to scare you. You just got up and sat politely on the sunbed without hiding your laugh.

“You scared me, Miles” you said with your hand on your heart but laughing.

“It’s Mason” he corrected you with flustered cheeks, he hadn’t forgotten your name “and I’m sorry” you didn’t say anything but just looked at him with a smile and he knew you weren’t mad. After asking him if he needed help with the stroller again and sharing some more laughs, you afford him a seat next to you that he gaudy took.

“You like stars?” You curiously asked while he got comfortable.

“I do. I don't understand much, but I do like looking at them. Makes me feel small” he explained while you nodded.

“Same here” you laughed “just nature in general, makes me feel so small. Getting lost in the forest, swimming in the sea… we’re nothing in this planet” you talked and this time he was the one who nodded, trying to save your words in the back of his head for when fame went to his head. “I wasn’t spying you or anything” you started talking again, and with those few words you managed to get his full attention, turning his head to look directly at you “but someone in your family shouted ‘look Summer!’ while pointing to the sky. Is Summer a star or something?” Mason didn’t answer, but instead laughed and you were now the one who looked at him, flustered by the nonsense you clearly just said.

“That’s a lovely misunderstanding. Summer is my niece’s name” he said, and suddenly everything made sense.

“Oh. Sorry” you mumbled laying back just trying to hide your red face from him, but he copied your moves and laid back with you.

“No, don’t be, it’s a rare name, I guess. My brother and I always joke with my sister if his future daughter or sons are going to be named Autumn or Winter or something like that” he talked again making you laugh and making you forget your embarrassment from before. “I love her. And she loves me back” he rapidly added making you see that it wasn’t a one side relationship at all, which made you smile. “She loves seeing me on tv, or going to the stadium…”

“Oh. What do you do?” You asked, making him look at you again. But this time you were closer, your noses almost touched, which resulting in making you blush even mor than the previous time and turning your face up to look at the stars, which was the reason you were there.

“I’m a footballer. For Chelsea foot-” he tried to explain, but you cut him off.

“The blues!” You shouted recognizing the team, thought not him. And this time you turned your face to him again, not minding the closeness at all.

“The blues, yeah. The blues” he smiled getting more comfortable in the sunbed next to you.“And what do you do?”

“Oh, I’m still studying in London. Biology” you said and he nodded, everything made so much sense. “I’m just here for a little vacation with two other friends.

“You’re a biologist?!?” “Not yet, I still have a couple of years left” you answered waiting for the question you already knew he was going to ask.

“Tell me something about the stars”

“Just if you explain to me what offside is” you cheekily answered before you both burst into laughter “I think it’s just a fare trade” you shrugged.

He spent half an hour just trying to make you understand, he even sat on the sand, stars long forgotten, and draw a little scheme, illuminating it with he light of his phone. It reached to a point you were so embarrassed of not understanding, you just nodded to everything.

“You haven’t understand a thing, haven’t you?” He laughed “Nope” you popped the ‘p’ to make it sound more funny in case he got mad, which he didn’t, he just laughed.

“Guess you’ll have to come to the stadium and see it live” he shrugged while sitting on the sunbed next to you.

“I won’t say no to that” you nervously laughed thinking what were his intentions.

“Now it’s your turn, tell me about stars. And you rambled even more, almost an hour, telling him random facts about stars and just nature in general.

“…What I like the most about stars” you continued talking under his staring gaze “is the light. I mean” you sat on the sunbed to explain yourself better, Mason copying your moves looking really interested, which only made you more nervous “you know the closest start to The Earth is the Sun”

“I actually didn’t” he interrupted you without changing the concentrated look on his face.

“Well, now you do” you laugh. “And until his light reach our planet around eight minutes pass by because of the distance. And that’s just the case of the Sun, but then for the second closest stars to The Earth, the alpha centaury, 4 whole years are necessary. So, the stars we’re looking now, the light, they all have at least like 4 years of delay” you concluded before looking at him. “Isn't it cool?” You smiled leaning back after your little explanation.

“It is cool” he smiled leaning back too when you offered the blanket. It was getting kinda cool next to the sea, you were already wearing the extra hoodie you took too.

“Thank you” he said cuddling like a baby into the blanket “It’s chilly isn’t it?” “Chilly’s the nickname of a Chelsea footballer, right?” You asked immediately regretting it in case you messed up with he names again.

“Oh I see, you remember him but not me!” He shouted acting hurt and annoyed as he tried to get up, but he couldn’t because you were holding his arm laughing.

“Sorry, sorry. It’s just a funny name! It just stick to my mind!”

“I hope mine does too!” He shouted again between giggles as he got comfortable again.

“I think it will” you softly mumbled, but you knew he heard when he smiled cuddling closer to you. “Do you like the sea?” You rapidly asked trying to change the topic, but he just nodded. “You know we have only explore 5% of the whole oceans in the planet?”

“That’s scary” he talked shock by that random fact while he moved again. “I was going to say I love the sea, but it seems we don’t even know what’s in there” he laughed placing his hand under is head as a pillow.

“I know, right? But that’s the most exiting thing, imagine all the creatures that we have yet to discover”.

“Oh yeah, like millions of sharks or poisonous jellyfishes, how fun!” He joked.

“It is fun! Are you scared of sharks?” “Who isn’t!” He shouted laughing making you laugh once more.

“My neck hurts” you randomly talked after a long silence and Mason just hit his chest suggesting you to lay your head there. “I don’t want to use you as a pillow” you laughed. “I don’t mind it. Besides, I would really like the warmth of your body, I’m kinda cold with just the t shirt and the blanket” and he didn’t let you say anything else because he took your arm and placed it around his middle, making you lay your head on his chest “so much better” he mumbled placing his arm around you too.

“It’s not something I do really often, you know? Watching shooting stars with a stranger in a lonely beach” you laughed with his arm still holding you close, it felt like a movie.

“Me neither. Did you make a wish?” He asked looking back at you, and you just nodded with your eyes almost closed “Why do we make wishes to shooting stars, do you know it?” “It’s tradition. The Ancient Greeks” you stopped to yawn “they believed the stars were gods, and later in history they believed they were angels. It’s like a superstition” you stopped to yawn again, squeezing Mason’s side involuntary as you heard his heart beat increase “they are related to good luck. But I don’t know if it’s also valid in a shower of stars or just a single shooting star in a random night” you concluded feeling his chest go up and down from the little laughter.

“I just made one anyways-“ “But don’t tell me! It won’t come true if you do”

“Okay” he laughed again “now sleep, it’s like 5 am already” he softly said caressing your hair before he felt asleep not too long after.

You woke up almost 2 hours later. The blanket was over your head, blocking out the sun light, and Mason was no where to be see. Until you heard laughs close to where you were. Only when you got up from he sunbed with a groan because of your stiff neck you could properly see, and they could properly see you too.

“YN!!” Sussie shouted, thought she immediately regretted it. She had her heels in one hand, in the other she held Mason’s, who was trying to get her up from he sand.

“Morning” he said smiling the same way he did last night “they said they know you…” he talked showing doubts in his tone and pointing back at the girls. Kate was there too, playing with the sand.

“They’re my- my friends” you embarrassedly talked picking them up from the floor “and I swear they are drunk” you laughed watching them do their thing.

“He’s cute, YN!” Sussie shouted again, this time it was Kate the one who hit her for shouting.

“I know” you whisper thought you knew Mason was listening and blushing. “I better take them to the hotel. Guess I’ll see you around” “We can meet here again, I want a proper date. 6pm” he wasn’t asking you, it was more like a demand.

“Okay” you just managed to say with so much effort to hide the stutters.

“Okay” he nodded smiling offering you his hand to seal the deal and taking the chance to kiss your cheeks before you walked away, leaving him standing there with that silly and still blushed cheeks.

“Mason!!” He heard a familiar voice shouting to him “help with he stroller??” Lewis was there, in the entry of the beach just watching his little brother. It was at that moment that he started praying Lewis didn’t see or hear anything that happened, he knew he would get teased about it. “Also, I can let you my shirt for that proper date at 6 pm!!!” He started mocking Mason’s words and laughing. He was looking forward to that date, If seeing you again wasn’t reason enough, getting rid of his brother definitely was.

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delulujuls · 6 months

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put your seatbelts on, we are going for a ride

hi!

i am juls Julia and after a few goOD MONTHS of contemplaining i finally decided to join the tumblr community and start to public stuff that is definitely for too long rotting in my drawer.

english is not my first language so i am going to apologize straight from here for any mistakes that i probably will make, but we all know its not about the little mistakes but about the whole delulu-kicking-feet-in-the-air sensation.

i hyperfixate on a lot of characters/drivers/footballers so im sure that everyone will find something for themselves but if not, feel free to send me any kind of requests, for sure i will do something with them!

#oneshots #oneshot #f1 #formula 1 #f1 imagine #f1 one shot #hamilton #ricciardo #leclerc #norris #russel #piastri #verstappen #and defininitely so much more #football #football oneshots #football imagines

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lovelybrandt · 2 months

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Football Imagines - My Dream Heart - Julian Brandt Smut

Smut Warning!!!! 🔞🔥🍑

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Y/N His Girlfriend April Who Wants Need Undressing She Taking Off Took Her Golden Bracelet And Her High Heels Silver Sandals Shoes And Her Red Dress Ruffle Her Revealing Lacy Black Bra And Panties Her Beautifiul Lace.

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football-rambles · 8 months

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Thinking of doing 25 days of Christmas…if I set something up ready if I start now all will be done by December

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damiansgoodgirll · 8 months

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Jude being clingy and wanting reader to hold him

jude bellingham x reader

clingy

“jude please…i gotta do a lot of things today” you said trying to stand up from the bed but jude’s hands wouldn’t leave your body.

“no…” he mumbled into your neck.

“jude…” you almost begged him.

“five more minutes please…then i’ll let you go” he whispered half asleep and you knew you couldn’t say no to that.

“okay…just five more minutes…” and of course, five more minutes turned into an hour as you fell asleep once again. you almost ended up sleeping all morning and when you woke up again you almost had a heart attack seeing how late it was.

you violently moved jude’s body away from yours and you stood up.

you heard jude groaning but you didn’t care.

the house was a mess as you and jude just came back from a weekend in greece and you left your suitcases all over the living room. you needed to buy some food because you had only a few things left, you needed to go to the post office to send a few packages and you needed to clean the house a little and of course, waking up almost at lunch time didn’t make it easy for you to do all of that.

“come back to bed…” jude slightly opened his eyes when he heard noises coming from the bathroom.

“nope! now you get up and you help me with the house…first of all take your luggage away from the living room cause i have to wash the floor” you said exiting the bathroom.

“later…i’m tired…and you should come back to bed with me, i wanna cuddle” he gave you his puppy look and you almost came back to bed, almost.

jude got up too when he saw you leaving the bedroom and he followed you like a puppy. he moved his luggage back to the bedroom but he stayed with you the whole time you cleaned the floor, he watched every movement you made.

he watched as you unpacked your clothes and put them in the washing machine. he didn’t leave your side when you were cooking lunch for the two of you and he even helped you setting the table.

but once he was done, his hands came back to your waist as he laid his head in the crook of your neck.

“jude…”

“you smell good” he said leaving a soft kiss to your neck.

“nah…it’s probably the food” you joked.

you both ate together but the moment you stood up to clean the dishes, jude did it first and ran to the sink.

“you know it’s not a challenge right…” you teased him.

“i know but when the dishes are done we can cuddle on the couch so i want to do them quickly…” he said giving you the puppy eyes once again.

“we have to go buy some food at the market” you told him but he said no.

“we can go tomorrow and take out tonight…please” he begged you.

so when the dishes were done, jude practically grabbed and threw you on the couch.

“hold me please…” he whispered as he laid his head over your stomach. it wasn’t really often that jude would be clingy like that but everything he searched for your warmth you couldn’t help but melt.

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blueaetherr · 5 months

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future histories

pairing: jude bellingham x fem!reader [she/her]

warning(s): angst, gotg vol 3 inspired [peter q. & gamora]

summary: the one where past lovers consider life beyond their tragic circumstances

author's note: this is part 2 to this imagine which i recommend reading before this one. i'm currently re-reading the book that inspired part 1 (the sun is also a star by nicola yoon), which further inspired me to write this. i also haven't written in time so forgive me for any mistakes that may be here.

tag(s): @aechii

now playing: the miseducation of lauryn hill by ms. lauryn hill

Under the mature night sky, surrounded by the stars and the comfort of the dark, a celebration was underway—an engagement party. Somewhere rural and hidden by trees standing tall and all, there was a house hosting the party of the couple-to-be in the coming weeks. The fiancé, the fiancée, bridesmaids, groomsmen and beyond in attendance.

It was all wonderful, from the presence of everyone, the party atmosphere, Party Girls floating within and beyond the mansion. The night was set in motion and wouldn't stop for anyone until the early morning.

Still, two individuals decided to stray away. And there—wherever they wandered away to—they chose to remain in their own world, oblivious to everything else around them.

"You can't be serious, Jude!" Y/N shook her head and glanced at her friend with a pointed look. Watch your words kinda look. "Say that shit again. I dare you."

It was quiet for a moment before Jude decided to tune in again, shrugging with a smile growing on his face. "A straw has two holes."

Her face contorted, disgust evident even to the blind. "It has one."

Jude hung his head back as he let out a laugh, his laughter trailing into the night sky. Folding his arms, he asked, "You know two things can be true at the same time?" The straw debate was something that the two had been having for a few years. And yet despite his strong arguments and the backing of friends, Jude just couldn't get Y/N to be in the slightest way considerate of his side of the debate.

"And that's completely fine," she said, clasping her hands together. She was comfortable in her place and in her stance. "Just not when I make an argument for something. And I stand by what I believe."

"Okay, whatever you say," Jude raised his arms up in laughter, "Whatever you say, Y/N."

Debating with Y/N was something he always found himself enjoying. Not because he enjoyed the act of debating or because he would aim to propose an outstanding argument. It was more simply because he enjoyed watching Y/N debate, even if it was against him. Always was she animated in discussion, pushing 'til the end to prove a point that may not be entirely true. If she could somehow prove that left was actually right, then Jude would follow behind her and declare left as right.

After walking around the private grounds for some time, Y/N and Jude decided to rest and settled on a low wall. There, they were able to admire the manor house scenery. A location large and luxurious in presentation with its gardens, lakes and grass trimmed to perfection. Still, it remained cosy and informal with the absence of public bodies around; one could be unrestricted and alone with the infinite square feet that were free to wonder.

Jude and Y/N experienced both respectively, the loneliness over the freedom. Outdoors they were together alone, only accompanied by the displays of nature around them. Away from the celebration of the engaged couple, away from secret activities of the night, away and distant from the wonders that this ever manor had to offer. And when that realisation dawned upon the two everything from their talk to their moods fell.

Y/N sighed, her posture faltering a bit. "What are we doing out here?" After all, it was Jude who invited her to stray away from the party. One minute she was in the middle of a game with her friends and the next Jude was taking her away with no explanation, just pace.

Jude took her hand in his and glanced at her with a playful look. "Is it so bad that I want to get to know my bridesmaid?" Weirdly, everyone thought it would be the perfect idea to pair Jude and Y/N as a groomsman and bridesmaid together.

"Yes," Y/N scoffed out a laugh, removing her hand from his grasp. "I know a lot about you and I don't think I want to start learning more."

"That's fair, I guess," he huffed out a small laugh. But because he believed that what she said was wholefully true; he knew that other people shared her opinion so I guess that's where he had to agree. Jude then sobered up from his laughter, "I just wanted to talk to you."

Rubbing her hands together, she blew out a small breath as she looked around the vacant outdoor area. "And we have to do that outside?" The night weather wasn't too bad, though it didn't beat wanting to be indoors.

He sucked in a small breath as he rubbed the nape of his neck. "Yeah, sorry about that. It's just... I'm not tryna be inside right now. I mean..."

She meant to ask what Jude was talking about, but then she heard it. I Can't Help Falling in Love was playing, within and beyond the mansion. And Y/N could imagine the scenes inside. Everyone pushing the engaged couple to have yet another dance, ungrateful yet entertaining steps and twirls, aspiring partners taking the leap of faith with a dance that would probably lead to something more later down the line, lively dances and delight across the board.

Whatever purpose there was to dance—to sway delicately across the dancefloor, to lose oneself in the song, to hold wild thoughts regarding romance—nonetheless, it brought everything to life even if it wasn't there before. Romance, partnership, and lasting promises, all shared between two individuals. Every two individuals except for Y/N and Jude.

It was hard for them. Even though they felt nothing for each other, even though they could no longer feel anything for one another (and weren't actively seeking anything from each other), it still remained hard and unfair to be surrounded by all things love and ideal romance that reminded them that their relationship didn't work, that they themselves weren't deserving of a functional, lasting relationship.

Jude and Y/N were happy for the engagement of their friends, and they would continue to wish them the best until their final days. But being bombarded by all these things—being a groomsman and bridesmaid, everyone seemingly being in current or aspiring relationships—with their history together, one that they couldn't bring themselves to remember or hold onto in any way, witnessing their friends in the relationship that they failed to hold onto for reasons beyond them... it was overwhelming simply being at the engagement party.

"And I just want to talk to you without other people being around... without them judging us." It was weird for Jude. Being a football player meant eyes were constantly on him. He was used to it. Now people were giving him attention over his previous relationship and couldn't seem to shake off the feeling of unease off his person.

Y/N knew Jude's thoughts were real and justified. She heard the whispers speaking on her and Jude. From the wedding rehearsals to the engagement party. Both positive and negative remarks; wondering how they couldn't understand why the two broke up, speaking on why the reason the exes broke up didn't make much sense. That Y/N and Jude looked together, and that they should make up and get together for the sake of it.

In other words, the reason for Jude and Y/N breaking up wasn't valid enough in everyone's eyes.

She let her eyes trail on her legs as they swang over the ground. "It's— it's like people care more about our relationship than we do." She said it like it was a wonder, but Y/N knew well that that was just the reality of things.

"Don't even get me started with that," Jude shook his head before scoffing. "I get asked about our relationship—about you—a lot by friends and family. I mean I don't mind, it's whatever, you know? I expect now. But sometimes it's just too much. And every conversation is the same. How is Y/N? You guys still friends? I think you two still have a chance together. You should definitely ask her out."

"And I'm always polite with it and say, Y/N is fine. Yes, we're still friends I guess. Well, I don't know about that. We haven't talked about that. I hear what you're saying, but I'm not too sure about that. Polite with it. Then they'll ask me the same questions again or ask my parents. It's almost like... like..."

"Like they don't trust our judgements?" Even though she was never present for any of those conversations, Y/N and Jude shared similar experiences post-relationship. The questions, the questions repeated over and over again, the patience that came with having to deal with those repeated questions. There was something so frustrating about having to convince people that your past relationship would remain in the past with no hope of reviving it ever again.

Not only because they didn't want to; the moon and the stars just wouldn't allow it.

"Exactly that. It's annoying 'cause everyone wants me to do something I just can't do anymore... something I can't remember doing. Like," Jude inhaled deeply as he rubbed his hands over his face. He never really was good with his words. "There's something there but it's beyond me. I could love you but I just can't. Not because I don't want to, but it's... every time I want to step forward I'm pushed back. Like it's not my fault and it's not our fault either."

There were grounds as to why Jude disliked dwelling on their relationship. Some were evident, others not so much; one being that the simple thought of the relationship gave him false hope.

In truth, he was a hopeless romantic. He loved the idea of love in all of its forms. By offering and receiving, perhaps to and from his family, friends or anyone who could reciprocate it. Like the average person, it made him feel happy in many possible ways. And when he was consumed in all that love—when he was consumed in happiness—he was more approachable and open to everyone's questions about his past relationship with Y/N. That's where the hope fell over him every single time.

Maybe there's still something between me and Y/N. Maybe we did overreact like everyone is saying. We didn't try hard enough to fix our relationship. So when he was no longer so consumed in his hopeful thoughts, Jude would tell himself let's try again.

But then he would simply look at Y/N and reality would quickly pull him out of his thoughts. No.

Jude could try to find the humour in Y/N's words, he could try to admire Y/N for her beauty and flaws, he could try to remain consumed in everyone's delusions about his past relationship, he could try to indulge in their past romance through the words of his mom. Jude could try anything, yet none of it would change the fact that everything he ever felt for Y/N was compromised. Anything he would ever feel for her would be compromised.

He could no longer feel anything for her. She could no longer feel anything for him. The possibility of feeling anything held no strength to exist, and that realisation always left Jude devastated. They were a lost cause. We're never getting back together, and he just had to get over it.

But that was difficult when everyone would remind him of their relationship. So he was stuck in this cycle of false hope, where he couldn't find it in himself to move on. Truthfully, Jude was unsure if he would ever be getting out of it any time soon.

"It's not our fault. It never was," she said, moving her hand in small rotation on his back to let Jude fall into her touch. All Y/N could do was sit by Jude and comfort him. In fact, all they could do was comfort one another. Because everything Jude felt, everything he couldn't feel, she was right there with him. This would be a soft moment of solace if the circumstances weren't so terrible.

Yet here they were, outside all miserable and devastated by their never-changing circumstances in a scenery so whole and picturesque. While everyone was partying—celebrating and enjoying the declaration of love of the engaged couple, dancing in rightful and infinite pairs—Jude and Y/N could only share some physical attachment knowing that was all one could offer the other. They were strangers to romantic love, so caught up in this insane cycle of misfortune.

"It drains me having to think about it every day," Jude exhaled as he sat up. Having those conversations only came with one benefit; he could exhale everything he had pented up before. "That's why I just want to move on from everything, you know? It's been months since we broke up. Like why is everyone else so hopeful about us than us?"

"If only I could tell you. You'd think they would start asking whether we're both seeing other people by now." Y/N tilted her head in thought. Caught up in her relationship and everyone's reminders of its existence, she had the tendency to forget that she existed beyond Jude. Turning to him, she wondered, "Are you seeing someone right now?"

Jude scoffed out a small laugh as he shook his head slightly. He knew Y/N met well, he did. But he did feel like the answer was evident. I'm a mess, of course not. "Do you really think I would be seeing someone if I'm all in my feelings right now?"

"Just wondering, honey."

Seeing the unspoken apology in her eyes, Jude let his person falter a bit. "Not really, no." Since Y/N the most he could entertain when it came to girls was the talking stage and he would never go beyond that.

Losing the ability to love Y/N kinda left Jude a bit scarred. According to the delicate words of his mom, he and Y/N were once the perfect relationship, a relationship where she fell but he fell harder. But everyone knew how that ended. The fear of a new relationship ending exactly like his and Y/N's, the fear of possibly not being able to love, both ultimately shied Jude away from actively putting in the effort of pursuing girls he might find interest in. "I try, I do. But it's just a lot all at once."

"I think that might be the best way of moving on," Y/N suggested, "Maybe we won't be caught up thinking about each other if we're thinking about other people. It's hard, but it takes time. When you get there, you get there."

He nodded slightly. He wasn't in total agreement with Y/N but he trusted her judgement. "Yeah, maybe. Wait," Jude paused in his place before his eyes grew wide. "Why are you saying it like that?" Suddenly, it dawned on Jude. Y/N was speaking from experience. "Are you seeing someone?"

"Jude."

"Wait, why didn't you tell me before?"

"Just listen to me, Jude—"

"I literally dragged you out here. I don't want him to think I'm making a move—"

"Jude!" Her voice, firm rather than harsh, managed to reach his ears which stopped Jude from his ranting. Unknown to both of them, that was the same voice she had used to resolve problems during their relationship. When she was sure she had Jude's attention, she continued, "I'm not seeing anyone right now. I've just recently become open to it. That's all."

Jude's glance tracked around before returning to the person beside him. "So you're looking to get into a relationship?"

"Am I actively pursuing one? No. But I won't intervene if it comes my way." Y/N was once like Jude when it came to speaking to a potential partner. She was distant and denied guys when they tried to reach out over her fears of her relationship with Jude repeating itself. But over time her thoughts have eased and even though she wasn't exactly there yet, there was some noticeable progress to highlight. She was no longer entirely tied down to Jude.

She adjusted her sitting position. The wall they were sitting on wasn't the most comfortable. "I don't know about you, but I don't want us to be the one thing that people know us for. Like sure we ended on confusing terms according to everyone else, but what can we do? I mean it was out of our hands even before we met. I don't want to be caught up over it forever. We have to find ourselves moving away from all of that somehow."

Y/N learned a lot from her relationship with Jude. They were never truly a real match and they were invalid on many levels. Others could remember their relationship in ways she couldn't, to the point she could only dream of something so perfect and that left her dejected every time.

But moving forward she wanted things to change where she could. The perception others held of her and Jude would remain the same until time deemed otherwise. What she could change, what she could control were her thoughts and actions. Now she could think about Jude and tell herself that everything happens for a reason, that they were an unfortunate case but things happen, that it was okay for her to move forward by herself or with someone else.

She couldn't be so attached to Jude knowing there never was a future for them together in the first place.

"I get it," Jude frowned as he nodded along to her words. Logical and practical. He couldn't find himself arguing against them. He took in a small breath and offered Y/N a small smile. "Well, I'm... I'm happy for you."

"Oh yeah?" Y/N grinned though it was small and unsure. After all, she knew Jude was the more emotional one between the two. She wouldn't have been surprised if he hadn't been so open to her advice.

The thing is though, Jude was happy for Y/N, truly. Or, at least for the most part. Where he wasn't was simply just his current fears. His fears of being stuck in one place forever. His fears of being left behind. His fears of not being able to relate with Y/N on their unique experience of falling out together. Fears that if he lost Y/N then he would have no one to lean on, that he would have no one.

But hearing her story—something full of hope, clarity and purpose for something new—that's where he was happy. Maybe being a hopeless romantic wasn't such a dumb idea to have; he just had to shift his direction of thought and look forward to their future histories, separate or together.

Once again Jude offered Y/N a smile, one wide, kind and truthful. "Of course," he said as he brought her into a side hug, the two swaying softly in tune with the timid breeze. "That's all I can be for you."

Pulling away, Y/N asked, "You sure? I hope I didn't say anything in a way that would upset you. I just don't want us to bond over such depressing shit all the time." She had a feeling that those conversations would come to an end sooner or later.

"Yeah, you're right," Jude sighed with a nod, almost reassuring himself that everything would be okay moving forward. His eyes drifted toward the mansion where everything still remained lively. The discomfort was still there observing the scene, though he felt it diminish—and it would continue to falter with time. I'll be okay. "I get it and I meant when I said that I'm happy for you. I want that for myself too. It's actually not all that bad."

"Why do you say that?"

"You didn't hear this from me but apparently... I once promised you that I'd be the first person to walk you up and down the aisle."

And that was the last time Jude looked back at their relationship through his mom.

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footballxixstars · 10 months

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No More Football Please • Christian Pulisic

Child/Parent Prompt List v.2 • Number 6

“I don’t want to play football anymore.” “What do you want to do?”

“I don’t want to play football anymore,” Your son mumbled out to you and Christian when the two of you were sitting in the living room watching some kind of film together. Looking over at him you saw that he looked all shy and nervous about telling you both this, mainly Christian, like you would both say that he has to continue playing. It’s not like Christian pushed him to play. Neither of you did. The only reason your son plays football is because he begged both of you to be able to play it so it was his own decision and not Christian pushing his own interests on him. Not intentionally anyway. If anything Christian was the one who didn’t really want him to do it. Both of you tried to push him to do other things and explore other interests but he stuck to football and the fact he was now telling you that he no longer wants to do it shocks you. At those words Christian moved his arm that was around you away and sat up more to show that he was listening and ready for this conversation.

“What do you want to do?” Christian asked and your son looked shocked. Shocked and happy. Shocked that you and Christian weren’t arguing with him and trying to make him continue and maybe you should. You’ve put so much time into it and now he no longer wants to do it however deep down you knew that he wasn’t really enjoying it any longer. Plus if your son says that he’s not enjoying it then you don’t want to force him to go to training and games but you do want to talk about it all and not just ask what he wants to do instead like Christian did. Maybe that’s why your son looks so happy but a conversation is definitely needed first.

“Okay, before we or you totally decide what else you want to do or if you actually want to quit football let’s have a conversation about it. Why don’t you want to do it anymore?” You questioned breaking it down with him because you don’t want him to regret this decision in a few months. It would frustrate you if you allowed your son to stop playing football or stop anything really and then later in life he regrets ever making that decision. What if he later regrets it and then resents you for not making him continue? It’s things like that which worries you but if he hates it now you really don’t want to force him to continue.

“Good idea,” Christian said motioning for your son to take a seat on the other sofa. Once again your son looked really anxious about this conversation. He looked calmer when Christian asked what he wanted to do instead but now he’s actually got to talk about why he no longer wants to play football he looks anxious. You gave him a gentle smile hoping that it was reassuring and he would give you the truth and calm down. Neither you nor Christian care too much about why he wants to quit football, however, you are intrigued and want to understand the reasons for it so there is no reason for him to be nervous. Unfortunately, you know that his head doesn't work like that and he will continue to be nervous until the conversation ends but you will do anything to make him more comfortable and reassure him.

“So why don’t you want to do it anymore?” You questioned once again hoping to get the conversation started. It’s not supposed to be an interrogation or feel like one but you know that your son won’t talk without the questions being asked. You know that you have to prompt him with it so that's what you are doing. It’s not supposed to be an interrogation or feel like one. Also with you and Christian sitting on one sofa and him on the other it can probably make it feel like an interrogation and that’s why you’re slouching and leaning back on the sofa. Anything to make this thing seem casual and get your son to talk to you.

“Because- Because it’s not fun. It used to be fun to go to training and play but now everyone is so serious and nothing fun happens. We have to win and if we don’t they all get moody and- and there are no games or laughing anymore. It’s no fun,” Your son said. You remember when he first joined the football team. He was young and he always had a smile on his face and was laughing the whole time. Yes they would do some training drills but the coaches would make fun and games out of it all to keep the kids entertained. A few years have passed since then and now your son plays for a team that is in an actual league and therefore the fun aspect has dropped significantly. Since Christian has played football for years he knew that it would get more serious but he still had fun yet it seems like your son is not having fun and that breaks his heart.

“Do you even like the games?” Christian asked. He remembers the smile your son would have on his face after games and how he would end up babbling to Christian for hours and hours about the game clearly loving playing it. Now though he doesn’t. He tells Christian that it was alright but won’t go into any details about it so Christian was sure that he already knew the answer to his question. Your son was never a competitive person so him not enjoying the competition part of the sport made sense and made sense that he wanted to quit it especially if he wasn’t having fun during training either.

“Yeah,” Your son said not even surprising you or Christian with that answer. You and Christian just hummed not knowing what else to say and it was silent for a few moments until your son spoke up again.

“You always told me to just have fun about it and I’m no longer having fun,” Your son said. And it is true. Both you and Christian had just told your son to not worry about the competition aspect or losing and just have fun because that is the most important thing to you. You just want your son to have fun and if he’s not is that activity even worth doing anymore?

“Do you dread going to training?” Christian asked. He remembers when he was little and he had football training or soccer as he called it back in America. He would always beg his parents to play and take him even when it wasn’t on and when it was on he was bouncing off of the walls excited to go. Even if it was tortuous or repetitive he would still love it because he knew that the repetition would be good because that’s the way he would get better at those basic skills and he needed to be incredible at those simple skills if he wanted to be a footballer one day. He just loved football and would be playing it 24/7 and he may have been that weird kid in school playing real football instead of American football but he loved it. Football was his life. (Until he met you and you had your son). Thinking through it, your son was never like that. Yes, he would play with Christian but not beg every day like Christian did and most of the Christian was the one that initiated playing. Most of the time your son wouldn’t even choose to play except when he asked to start playing for a team but maybe he only asked because he thought that Christian would want him to since Christian plays football. This conversation was making Christian think. Did he really give off the impression that he wanted his son to follow in his footsteps and play football and not do his own thing?

“Yeah. It feels like a chore,” Your son told him. You felt absolutely horrible. How long has your son dreaded going to training? You never wanted him to dread going anywhere and if he was, you wanted him to talk to one of you instantly but that doesn’t seem to have happened. Hopefully he hasn’t dreaded it for long though because that would make you feel so much worse.

“Are you 100% sure you want to stop playing football?” You questioned again. Although you felt like you already knew the answer you felt like you needed to ask again just to be sure. Just to get him to say it himself. For a moment your son thought about it before answering.

“Yeah. I have thought about it for a while,” Your son said sounding the surest that he has throughout this whole conversation. Him sounding like that did reassure you though because he sounded so certain and you knew that he was making the correct decision for how he is right now. Obviously there is a possibility that he will regret it in the future but this was the right decision for now and it would probably be in a few years team that he will actually regret it if ever.

“Okay, we’ll let your coach know,” You told him making a mental note to call the coach tomorrow to inform him that your son was no longer returning to the team and that you wish them the best for the rest of the season. Best leave them on good terms just in case your son ever wants to return however if he ever wants to go back to football you’re certain you would go to a different team. Still best to leave on good terms just in case because you never know who’ll you’ll need or what will happen in the future.

“What do you want to do then?” Christian then asked like he did at the very start of the conversation.

“I don’t know,” Your son solemnly said like he was generally disappointed that he didn’t know what he wanted to do.

“That’s alright we’ll figure it out together,” Christian told him and he was being truthful. The three of you would work out together and find something that he enjoys and wants to invest time in and if not then you’ll have fun allowing him to try different activities. It’s his life and you and Chrostian are only here to guide and help when need be.

MASTERLIST | MORE PULISIC

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hlstead · 8 months

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my lover

[hakim ziyech x reader]

I couldn't believe my luck when I met Hakim. I was just a regular 25-year-old girl, and he was a world-famous football star. But somehow, we fell in love, and now we were married. It was like a fairy tale, except for one thing – Hakim was incredibly careful about keeping our relationship private.

We had just moved to Türkiye, and Hakim had signed with a new team. The day he put pen to paper on that contract, the paparazzi were everywhere. I watched from the sidelines as he held up his new jersey, proud and beaming. I couldn't help but smile myself, knowing that I was the one who got to share this moment with him.

But then, disaster struck. As we made our way to the VIP area, someone managed to snap a photo of us from the side. I didn't think much of it at the time, but little did I know that this innocent snapshot would change everything.

Later that night, I was scrolling through social media when I saw it – the photo of Hakim and me. My heart sank as I realized that my face was clearly visible. Panic washed over me, and I knew that our carefully guarded secret was in jeopardy.

I rushed over to Hakim, who was in the next room, and showed him the photo. He cursed under his breath and pulled me into a tight hug. "Don't worry, Y/N," he said, his voice filled with concern. "We'll figure this out."

The next few days were a whirlwind. Hakim and his team scrambled to contain the leak and protect our privacy. They hired a team of lawyers and PR experts to do damage control, but the paparazzi were relentless. They camped outside our home, followed us wherever we went, and hounded us for interviews.

Hakim did his best to shield me from the chaos. He would wrap his arm around me whenever we stepped out in public, trying to hide my face from the cameras. He refused to let me go anywhere alone, always by my side, even if it meant missing out on some of the things he loved to do in Türkiye.

One evening, as we were having dinner at a quiet restaurant, a paparazzo managed to sneak in and snap a photo of us. Hakim's frustration was palpable, but he didn't lose his cool. Instead, he calmly asked the restaurant staff to ensure our privacy and continued to hold my hand under the table, trying to provide me with some comfort.

As the weeks went by, the pressure on us continued to mount. We were both exhausted from the constant scrutiny and the relentless invasion of our privacy. But through it all, Hakim remained unwavering in his commitment to me. He was determined to protect me, even if it meant sacrificing some of his own freedom.

One evening, as we sat together on our balcony, overlooking the beautiful Türkiye skyline, Hakim turned to me with a soft smile. "I know this has been tough, Y/N," he said, his eyes filled with love and exhaustion. "But I promise you, we'll get through this. And no matter what happens, I'll always be by your side."

I leaned in and kissed him, grateful for his unwavering support. Our love was a secret no more, but it was stronger than ever. Together, we faced the challenges that came our way, navigating the storm of paparazzi and public attention, and emerging from it all with a love that was unbreakable.

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the-offside-rule · 1 year

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Football Oneshots Masterlist

Promptlist

Christmas Oneshot List

Baby Promplist

Liverpool

Andy Robertson - An Evening In

Andy Robertson - Silent Night

Harvey Elliott - Fall Into Me

Trent Alexander Arnold - Not So Expected

Trent Alexander Arnold - Dinner

Trent Alexander Arnold - Mastermind

Trent Alexander Arnold - Feel Better (smut)

Trent Alexander Arnold - Jolly

Trent Alexander Arnold - Good Cop, Bad Cop

Ajax

Jordan Henderson - Emergency? (smut)

FCBarcelona

Frenkie De Jong - Swift Coded

Frenkie De Jong - Baking

Joao Felix - Unrequited Love

João Felix - Fatherhood

Pablo Gavi - Dancing In The Dark

Pablo Gavi - Kiss & Tell

Pablo Gavi - Sorpresa

Pablo Gavi - Think Again

Pablo Gavi - For Forever

Pablo Gavi - This Is Nice

Pablo Gavi - Skating Rink

Pablo Gavi - My Golden Boy

Pablo Gavi - Love Lies (smut)

Pablo Gavi - Fangirl

Pablo Gavi - Don't Start

Pablo Gavi - Fantasize pt.1 [smau]

Pedri Gonzalez - Real Life Lessons

Pedri Gonzalez - Worried Much?

Pedri Gonzalez - Ladrona

Pedri Gonzalez - Smiler

Pedri Gonzalez - Little Imperfections

Pedri Gonzalez - Bakery

Pedri Gonzalez - Stuck With You

Pedri Gonzalez - What Stays In The Camp Nou (smut)

Pedri Gonzalez - Holy

Pedri Gonzalez - Baila Conmigo

Pedri Gonzalez - Duolingo

Pedri Gonzalez - Until I Found You ft. Ferran Torres

Pedri Gonzalez - Peek-a-boo

Pedri Gonzalez - Punto De Vista

Pedri Gonzalez - Come With Me

Robert Lewandowski - A City We Barely Know

FCPorto

Nico Gonzalez - New City, New Faces

Newcastle FC

Anthony Gordon - Freezin'

Brighton

Evan Ferguson - Fairytale of New York

Arsenal FC

Declan Rice - Cupid and Psyche

Martin Ødegaard - Isn't It Strange?

Martin Ødegaard - Pinnekjøtt

Real Madrid

Jude Bellingham - When We Were Young

Jude Bellinagham - An Unexpected Gift

Jude Bellingham - Moving

Jude Bellingham - Stop Thinking

Paris Saint Germain

Kylian Mbappe - The Lights of Paris

Kylian Mbappe - Midnight

Marco Asensio - Jo Soc Culer (smut)

Manchester United

Alejandro Garnacho - Admire Me Later

Alejandro Garnacho - Cuffin' Season

Gary Neville - Are You Sure?

Mason Mount - Late

Mason Mount - Coffee Talks

Mason Mount - Silent Treatment

Mason Mount - Play Pretend

Mason Mount - Theatre of Dreams

Manchester City

Jack Grealish - School

Jack Grealish - Snowman

Julian Alvarez - Felix Navidad

Atheltico Madrid

Rodrigo Riquelme - Elevator Secrets

Sporting Club

Francisco Trincao - Birthday Cake

Lyon

Houssem Aouar - Emotional Support Person

Chelsea FC

Ben Chilwell - Baby Wrap

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ladymarycrawley · 2 years

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Give me love - John Stones

Request: Please can I request one with john stones where you tell him to cum in you for the first time and he absolutely loves it, smut and fluff please if possible!

Warning: a lil smutty but also a lil fluffy

Tag list: @masonxomount @chelsealover @stonesyy

John meeting your parents was something huge you were perfectly aware of, something that could have changed the direction of your relation turning it into a more meaningful bond.

Precisely because you knew how important it was, it also resulted as something kind of scary but you were ready and you felt he was ready too.

He made the best impression ever on your parents, since the moment he walked through their front door.

During the meal you were sharing, you couldn't stop touching being as if you needed each other's support, not only mentally but physically as well: small touches exchanged in the most subtle way as your fingers would travel on each other's thigh, your fingertips stealthily brushing over his upper arm or over the back of his neck as you were standing behind him.

Loving and knowing glances were exchanged between the two of you as if you were in your own bubble.

The fact that your parents liked him, even though they were kind of skeptical at the beginning, made you even more relaxed as you didn't have to live in fear they might have done something like taking you aside to warn you about the cons of dating a footballer.

They really got along with John and you couldn’t be more satisfied.

After spending a good part of the day with them you two felt the urge to say goodbye and have a little time to yourselves.

It looked as if those innocent and sweet touches you had been reciprocating led to more compelling needs, as if you two couldn’t get enough of each other, wanting more and more.

John stood behind you, moving his hands softly up and down your arms causing goosebumps to form over your skin. The thin straps of your dress fell over your shoulders so the piece of clothing you’ve been wearing for that special occasion dropped to your feet, leaving you with just the blue navy lacy underwear that perfectly matched what you had over it.

Next thing you felt were John’s lips glued to your neck, sucking and biting in a painfully slow but sensual way, eliciting whimpers and moans coming from your mouth.

You tilted your head, basking in all those sweet but dirty cuddles, while his hands would slip under your bra and massage your boobs, his thumb brushing over your hard nipples. His big hands cupping your small breast was something that always turned you on no matter what, because he’d perfectly know how to touch it in the best way possible, to make you feel appreciated as it was one of the body parts you were most self-conscious of.

It wasn’t your first time with John but you had the feeling that time was going to be special, magical.

His hands, resting on your hips, moved forward so his fingertips were playing with the waistband of your knickers.

“Can’t believe I just took you home to my parents and you’re already all over me” You giggled as he moved his hands upwards to massage your boobs. He moved away from your body to get undressed.

“Not my fault you’re looking so beautiful” He mumbled over your lips, his right hand holding your face as he pushed you backwards towards the bed.

John started kissing his way through your breasts, taking your nipples in his mouth as his hands were busy toying with your underwear, that soon reached the other clothes on the floor. You helped him taking your bra off and throw it somewhere in the room.

You lied in missionary so John could stay between your parted legs. His hands were placed either side of your thighs to keep you in place. He was so caring he put a pillow beneath your back so you could relax more and get comfier while going down on you.

He liked to make eye contact while eating you out so he could experience your face scrunching up in pleasure firsthand and see if you’re okay during the act.

His plumpy lips started leaving wet kisses on the softer skin of your inner thighs, leaving small bites here and there.

You were trying to focus on him and him only, leaving all the other thoughts that crowded your mind outside. Your eyes were closed shut thinking about how good your hand fit in his curls and how good his mouth felt over your body.

John raised his gaze to look at you, waiting even for a small gesture that would spur him on. He found it in your mouth ajar, teeth biting on your lower lip, and in the way your hands were desperately reaching for him.

“You have no idea how gorgeous you look right now”

His praise made you blush and you swiftly took your left hand away from him to hide your facial features in embarrassment.

Your boyfriend found your shyness so cute, it made you look like the most innocent soul ever and that drove him crazy, even though you had nothing to be embarrassed of. So he stretched his arm out to move your palm away from your face, smiling at you.

You smiled back but this time you kept his hand in yours, running his pads along your lips before taking his forefinger in your mouth: your tongue gently swirled around it before sucking on it lightly.

John hissed in a low voice and got back to his previous task, sinking his face between your legs. His tongue started moving in circular motions over your labia, changing the pace and the direction every now and again, alternating it with small bites and kisses.

That stimulation made you whimper, asking for more and John was absolutely pleased to comply with your wish. He took your clitoris between his lips, making you moan even louder than before.

The both of you were so at ease with each other you took the chance of the intimacy of your bedroom to explore each other’s bodies and try something new. John blew softly on your clitoris, tickling it with the tip of his tongue after.

“Oh God” You whimpered, tears about to fall down your cheeks due to the intensity of the moment you were living. Your hands still gripped around his as well as your lips around his finger.

His green - blue eyes looked up at you once again, to see if you’re alright. He carefully moved his hand down, his thumb circling your nipple. He then pressed his palm over your belly, the warmth radiating from it gave you a pleasurable sensation that matched the one forming at the pit of your stomach.

His thumb took his tongue’s place, in a continuous stimulation of your clitoris.

“Oh John…fuck” Your voice sounded so desperate as you were begging for him to go on loving every inch of your body.

Your hands went from his curly hair to his broad back, feeling his tense muscles beneath your touch was like fire making your passion and lust escalate.

“I’m close” You panted, earning an hiss from him as you tugged on his hair. “Don’t stop”

John got up to admire you as his fingers went on thrusting inside of you.

"God if your parents could see how much of a good girl you are"

The killing blow arrived when he took your right nipple in his mouth, doing the same with the left one going then down south to add his thirsty mouth to his hand. That touch made you squeal as your climax hit you.

“I need you” You whined even more desperately, your back arched as the pleasure was controlling every fibre of your being..

“I’m here, baby” He repositioned himself on top of you, giving his dick a few strokes before entering your body.

You wrapped your hands around his head to draw him up and closer to your face so you could kiss him with everything you had.

As usual, he let you adjust to his length before starting with his thrusts that were at first gentle, increasing his peace every time he moved in and out of you.

"You feel so good, love"

The way he moved on top of you made him even hotter: his pelvis’ keeping the pace as his hips were thrusting inside of you, how his arms flexed to stay in balance over your body, his shoulder blades highlighted by the dim light peeking through the curtains. He wasn’t real.

“I’m close” He muttered, one hand on the left side of your head while the other one rested on your thigh wrapped around his waist.

“Cum in me” You whined loudly, begging him,

“What?”

“I need you to cum inside of me” You had the feeling that that time together would be special and so it was, as the love you felt for him was so strong you needed to feel him in a deeper way, you needed to become one.

John was a bit shocked at the beginning but then he felt happy with your request.

As you sensed from the beginning, that time was special because he was making love to you, you were making love for the first time. Your bodies were communicating some deep and significant messages your words couldn’t and it felt so perfect like an unearthly experience.

In a matter of minutes he released his hot loads in you, sending shivers over your body as if an electric shock just hit you.

You never experienced something that strong, so intense it was too much to take.

When he came down from his high, John’s body collided over yours.

You didn't want to open your eyes fearing the magic of that moment might have disappeared. The only thing you wanted was to live in that moment forever, with John’s curls tickling your damp skin, your ragged breath and his arm over your stomach.

He was lying then next to you, face to face. You closed your eyes, your hand pressed against his nape so your foreheads could touch. You couldn't nor wanted to open your eyes as what you lived through was so emotionally strong.

Silent but meaningful tears started dampening your skin. As John realised it he opened his eyes, a puzzled expression on his face.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing" In fact nothing was wrong, you’re just overwhelmed. After a deep breath, you tried to explain to him how you’re feeling.

"It's just…what we just had was amazing, I felt all the love we have"

John smiled and took your hand away from his neck to kiss it.

"I love you so much"

"I love you too" He let his lips brush over yours before you could kiss them.

Those words were enough for you as a comfortable silence wrapped you up before falling asleep in each other's arms, dreaming of all the things that could’ve been better thanks to your love.

He touches his lips to her skin and she feels holy, like a shrine (Normal People)

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