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John Stones injured? Rúben let’s cry together 😭😭😭
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sunny-sainz · 3 days
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I’m making this my whole personality
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b4sorex1a · 2 days
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wait why is Grealish kinda,,
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lovinpelova · 24 days
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secret | k. casparij
summary; your man city teammates find out who your girlfriend is. [SMUT]
🎵 the beach - giveon
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you first met kerstin when england played against the netherlands in a friendly almost two years ago, the game had ended in a glorious 5-1 win for your side and the dutch were left in despair at such a horrible defeat being handed to them; but a certain dutchie planned to leave the stadium with more than a loss. she'd requested a shirt swap for the masterclass you'd put up against her in midfield, smiling gleefully when you accepted immediately and made small talk to keep the conversation going. she just couldn't help herself, so when you'd laughed at another one of her jokes and gently placed your hand on her arm for the final time she asked for your number.
the next day she'd taken you out for coffee and a small walk with your hands absentmindedly laced together like you'd been dating years at that point. you realised kerstin was too shy to make a move in fear of making you uncomfortable so decided to take matters into your own hands (literally) and smiled to yourself when she let out an audible gasp, the midfielder then wrapping said arm around your shoulders to pull you closer with your forearm crossed over your chest. the pair of you didn't want that to be the end of your date and decided to plan another one, which led to kerstin kissing you outside your apartment door when she walked you all the way home and asking you to be her girlfriend a couple dates later.
after learning of her impending move to manchester within the first date you insisted on giving her a tour around the city, knowing you'll be seeing her a lot more often now that you were dating and really liked her. a month after making it official, kerstin announced her move to city and bid farewell to her previous club with a massive smile on her face; part of the reason being all the new opportunities city would provide her with, part of the reason being all the time she could spend with her girlfriend.
at this point in time your city teammates had caught onto you dating someone, still not having signed your girlfriend yet meant they couldn't even fathom to think you'd go for a dutchie. the girls speculated and you denied each guess, pushed away wandering hands when snatching at your phone to see who you were texting and remained silent on the matter of how you'd met, knowing for a fact the girls you played with for england would be able to narrow down you were dating a dutchie judging by the dates of recent international friendlies.
kerstin and yourself acted like friends in public and had continued to do so for the past year and nine months, opting to keep your relationship more of a private-leaning-secret matter for the sake of yourselves. you wanted to tell the girls ages ago but the moment just never came and with time you gave up on trying, rather letting them continue to think you were just friends that spent time together outside of football sometimes for the sake of team bonding and midfield chemistry.
none of them had managed to catch onto the looks you gave each other in training or sneaky touches when trying to get past in a group huddle, so you must have been doing a good job at hiding your relationship for now. there were obviously speculations online but it never got further than an odd rumour that no one paid attention to and luckily for you, your teammates had given up on trying to figure out who your girlfriend was. they claimed your recent instagram posts were looking like a soft launch but you quickly shut them down- why would you suddenly soft launch a relationship after being with her for nearly two years? the privacy was the main reason you'd managed to stay together so long and you both intended on keeping it that way.
current day, you just played against tottenham and won 4-0 with yourself bagging a goal and two assists from midfield. your girlfriend had been dropped back to defense to give the new signings a chance in midfield but it didn't stop her from joining the group hug you'd initiated after celebrating individually or with bunny. you were walking away from media duties with a proud 'player of the match' trophy in your left hand and match ball in your right, unsure of what you were going to do with the ball but you kept it anyways in case you wanted to practice juggling in your apartment.
you were congratulated by all your teammates as you walked into the changing rooms with music blasting in your ears immediately, mary and kerstin dragging you towards the middle of the room to dance with the other girls before they turned the music down after a couple minutes of celebrating your performance. your girlfriend sneakily winked at you and smiled in response to the blush that spread over your face, both of you going your seperate ways to find your cubbies and get ready to go home.
you'd already settled down on your couch by the time kerstin had arrived home, both of you being cautious about when you spent time together to not raise suspicions from teammates on why you were driving home together from games and training. the dutchwoman had sent you a text that had your heart beating out of your chest still, knowing you'd read it immediately since you always got home before she did.
'taking my stargirl out tomorrow. that performance deserves a celebration and a half prettygirl.❤️'
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staying true to her words, kerstin picked you up at the exact time she said she would with a bouquet of roses at your front door, smile on her face and gentle kiss when you invited her in to talk whilst you put the flowers in a vase.
"you didn't have to organise a whole day just because i had a good game, baby."
kerstin walked up to you with a soft sigh as you stood up from tying your laces, wrapping her arms around your waist loosely and leaning in to kiss you lovingly for a couple moments with yours resting over her shoulders. she broke away with gentle pecks at your request for more kisses and you both smiled softly.
"nonsense. my babygirl deserves the world and more."
you both set off not long after the intimate moment and kerstin had opened her car door open for you like a true gentlewoman, arriving at the café you'd had your first date in. glad you recognised it immediately, the dutchie helped you out of the car and shut tbe door for you like you were royalty, kissing the back of your hand with a smile before initiating small talk naturally. not long after drinking your coffees and sharing small snacks that eventually satiated your growing hunger you went for a walk, kirsten doing her best to show her love physically as she complimented your performance from the day before.
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one of the best parts about being a footballer dating another footballer is that you were on international duty almost always at the same time, sometimes even playing against each other. it's not always the easiest to have ridiculous scorelines against your girlfriend and it's definitely not easy when her team kicks you out of the olympics by one goal after you'd done everything you could in your power to ensure that didn't happen, but when she texted you to apologise and you texted her to congratulate, you knew you were on the same page.
you cared about each others careers, even if it was at the cost of your own sometimes. both of you knew football is a cruel game in many ways; underdogs having ridiculous scorelines put past them, a bad performance putting you on the bench, injuries littering your friend groups, dreams being taken away when they were millimetres from your grasp. it's mentally and physically challenging, but elite athletes were trained to cope with it- yourself and kerstin had helped each other through it multiple times.
one of the worst parts about being on international duty at the same time was missing her. she was in the netherlands whilst you were in england still, the time difference not being a problem but rather how physically demanding for your countries was, meaning you were catching up on sleep whenever you could and partaking in team bonding without realising you weren't responding to the other's texts. luckily it wasn't one-sided as you were both so busy, but you still felt bad and (slightly) dreaded international duty because of it.
you'd arrived home from st. george's park a couple hours ago after saying goodbye to your teammates and congratulating everyone on their good performances in your matches, now sat on the couch and enjoying the relaxing aura your apartment had before your phone lit up with a text from kerstin.
'i'm coming over. be there in 5'
'everything okay?'
'miss you too much to wait any longer'
immediately knowing why she was coming over, you smiled to yourself and shook your head in disbelief at how needy your girlfriend could get. fair enough, you hadn't seen each other in nearly a month, but you were going to see each other in a couple days at club training and afterwards for a date you'd planned. before you could check your appearance or think to put your phone on charge in your bedroom a sharp chorus of knocks echoed throughout your apartment, making you jump off the couch and open the door in record time.
you barely had time to think before kerstin's lips were on yours and her hands were pulling your hips into hers, foot shutting the door behind her whilst she turned to find the kitchen island and place you on it. your legs wrapped around her waist as she kissed you feverishly like she had no time left in the world, fingers gripping the soft flesh of your toned thighs that was left exposed by your shorts with the occasional slip under your hoodie to tease. your hands tangled themselves into her hair and tugged at her roots gently whilst kerstin slipped her tongue into your mouth, clearly desperate for more than a kiss judging by the way her hands were trailing along your thighs shamelessly.
you pulled away to catch your breath and smiled in disbelief of your girlfriend's state, breathing heavily and staring down at you with hooded eyes and a pool of lust replacing the loving light brown she owned. she licked her lips hungrily whilst staring at your own and pulling your body closer to hers, hands caressing the outside of your thighs as your arms wrapped around her neck to pull her closer and teasingly brush your lips over hers with a smile.
"we were gonna be seeing each other in a couple days."
"i want you now."
you forcefully pressed your lips against hers in an attempt to gain control of the kiss, failing miserably when kerstin pulled away to trail sloppy kisses down your neck and pick you up, finding her way to your bed as she left an unmissable trail of hickeys you were praying would be gone by the time city training was back on. the midfielder smiled cockily when your head lulled backwards out of instinct and she laid you down on your bed, taking off your hoodie as she removed her own jacket and shirt with haste and her lips moving furiously against your own again when she felt your hands tugging at her clothes.
kerstin let out a shameless moan into your mouth at the feeling of her bare skin against yours after so long without it, ignoring the cocky smirk you wore and trailing her hands down to undo your bra before she dipped her fingers into the waistband of your shorts in a silent request. you mumbled your approval against her mouth with one hand holding her jaw and the other grasping the side of her stomach, letting her slip off your shorts and underwear effortlessly without breaking the kiss. she'd obviously done this plenty of times before but you thought she would at least have some difficulty getting back into the routine after a month without it, clearly time makes no difference to kerstin's sexual expertise when it comes to your body.
"you too."
"what?"
she mumbled her confusion into your mouth and watched you roll your eyes with a smile once you'd pulled away, undoing the button and zipper on her jeans so she got the hint and took them off for you. her lips were back on yours with no time to spare fingers were tracing your thighs, embracing the way they fell open further for her in silent permission for her to go on. she kissed you softly as one finger slipped itself inside you, grinning against your mouth when yours fell open in ecstasy at being driven towards orgasm once she began thrusting it gently to ease you into it.
you knew with how desperate she was to see you she wouldn't be treating you like glass the entire night, your thoughts proven right with nails digging into her skin as she curled her fingertip into your g-spot whilst inserting another. kerstin was touching you in all the right ways with a sole motive of pushing you over the edge. soon enough, both fingers were pushing against your sweet spot and pulling wild moans out of you as she gradually sped up to the pace that had her mouth watering in response to your noises.
"keep going baby,"
"you like that mijn vriendin?"
"hou ervan."
your sudden switch to dutch had kerstins mind reeling, a guttural moan leaving her mouth alongside a choked one escaping yours as her fingers sped up even further. she trailed her lips down your torso sloppily and left marks in her wake to admire later, immediately latching onto your clit and flicking her tongue pleasurably before switching to sucking gently. hips bucking against her face and back arching, your hands found their way into her hair and tugged roughly to pull her closer as she moaned into you.
her fingers were abusing your g-spot in a way that had you seeing stars, the woman above you enjoying herself so much her eyes were rolling back and mouth was speeding up. kerstin needed to feel you cum around her fingers, she needed to feel that final claim she had on you after not seeing you in this state for god knows how long.
"c'mon babygirl, cum for me. you're gonna cum for me yeah?"
she desperately requested with her fingers still pistoning into your g-spot, lips scattering kisses over spasming thighs as you desperately nodded your head and cried out for her.
"that's it baby, good girl."
the midfielder didn't leave a drop to waste, collecting it all on her tongue and shamelessly swallowing. she licked her fingers clean after helping you ride out your high, memorising how you'd clenched around them moments beforehand as she gently licked up the reminants of your arousal in an attempt to clean you up.
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"is your girlfriend a mosquito by any chance?"
you heard one of your teammates ask from across the changing room, looking down at your body and being met with all the hickeys kerstin had left behind three days prior. they were fading, sure, but they were still visible. the woman had put herself to work in desperate times and she definitely didn't disappoint.
"christ, she's done some work on you."
"someone had a good time last weekend!"
"you sure she's not a vampire?"
humourless comments were thrown your way as you stood unimpressed, thanking god your torture was saved by other girls entering the changing rooms and switching the topic of conversation. you quickly put on your training top and turned to see a pale-faced lauren hemp, following her eyesight and seeing she was staring at kerstin, who was now shirtless.
"oh my god!"
the whole room stopped in response to laurens sudden outburst, your eyes going wide when she pointed to kerstin and then looked at you. immediately knowing she'd connected the dots and you both didn't have marks at the same time out of coincidence, you shut your eyes in preparation for what she was going to say next.
"kerstin is y/ns girlfriend!"
the scratch marks you'd left behind on kerstins back were still almost as red as her face, the brunette turning around shocked as you tried to make up excuses to save yourself but ended up babbling like you were braindead.
"holy shit hempos right!"
mary exclaimed next, the whole changing room bursting into conversation with the discovery of who your girlfriend was. next was the teasing comments about how you'd definitely seen each other over the weekend and then the questions that implied they needed to know every single detail about your relationship. only one good thing came of yours and kerstins carelessness in the changing rooms; you didn't have to hide your love for her anymore.
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julianalvarez9 · 3 months
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THIS IS SOOO CUTE STOP
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melanieph321 · 7 months
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Ruben Dias x Reader - The Ring
This is what I imagen Ruben look like telling you to get your shit together and find the ring he gave you. 🤭🤭
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Summary - Ruben doesn't like it when reader takes off her wedding ring.
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You and Ruben were the complete opposite. He was punctual, you were not. He was tidy, you were not. You were forgetful, he was not. But opposite attract, no?
It did most of the time in your relationship. However it came a day when you forgot something that Ruben just couldn't forgive. At the time you and Ruben had been happily married for five years. Your love was strong, building a life together that you both cherished. However, there was one recurring issue that tested your commitment to each other- Your habit of taking off your wedding ring.
Ruben couldn't understand why you would remove something so symbolic and precious to your relationship. He wore his ring with pride, always feeling connected to you no matter the distance. But you had a tendency to remove your Swarovski emerlad ring, placing it on tables, in drawers, or even misplacing it altogether.
One evening, as you were about to leave for a friend's birthday celebration, Ruben noticed your bare finger.
He sighed, annoyance evident on his face. "Y/N, why do you always take off your wedding ring?" Ruben asked, unable to hide his frustration any longer.
You turned to face him, slightly puzzled. "Ruben, it's just a habit. Sometimes I feel a bit restricted wearing it all the time."
"But it's more than a piece of jewelry," Ruben replied. "It symbolizes our commitment and love. It's a constant reminder of our vows to each other. And the fact that you have a husband waiting for you at home, for all who wishes to know."
Although amused by his jealous rage you realized how upset he was and felt a pang of guilt. You stepped forward hugging him, promising to be more mindful of keeping your ring on.
"Will you get it form me? I think I left it on my night stand."
"You think..." He muttered, but turned around to get it for you.
He came back minutes later, a stale look on his face.
"What?"
"It's not there."
"No?" You scratched your head. "Must be in the kitchen then."
You went on to look for it yourself but ended up with nothing. You returned to Ruben in the hallway. He stood leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest. "Did you find it?"
"No." You shied away, too embarrassed to meet his eyes. "I don't remember where I put it."
"Huh? What was that?"
You had mumbled the last part. Ruben pushed off the wall, cupping one hand to his ear, mocking you.
"I said I don't know where it is!" You exclaimed.
Ruben settled with a look that said "I told you so".
"Will you help me look for it, I'm already late for the party."
Ruben sighed but suggested that you'd retrace your steps
You ended up searching the house, room by room, recalling the places that you had been throughout the day. Ruben patiently checked drawers, cabinets, and even the most unexpected spots, hoping to stumble upon the ring.
Panicked, you turned to Ruben and said, "Ruben, I can't find my ring anywhere and I really have to go."
Ruben paused his searching, seeing the genuine panic in you. He contemplated insulting you again,  saying "I told you so". However somthing changed his mind last minute. "Okay, just go. I'll continue looking for it."
"Really?"
He nodded. "Tell Maya I said happy birthday and call me whenever you want me to come and pick you up."
You stumbled forward, into his embrace. "Thank you, I love you!"
Ruben made faces as you locked your arms around his neck, planting kisses on the corner of his lip, his cheek and on top of his eyelid.
"Yeah, yeah, just drive safe and call me if you need anything."
You left Ruben to do the searching, thinking all was fair in love and war. However as you spent the night partying with your friends, Ruben spent the night turning the house upside down, to no success at all. In the end he was exhausted, questioning why he hadn't held you more accountable for somthing he believed to be so important in a marriage. You came home that night, unaware of his growing resentment. However it all resurface the next day.
Ruben had been gone all day, training with his team. As the sun began to set, you entered your cozy kitchen, eager to prepare a delicious meal for your beloved husband. However, Ruben, still simmering from a recent argument, sat at the table with a stern expression on his face. Without uttering a word, he turned his attention to the phone in his hand, failing to greet you like he usually does by asking you to come sit in his lap.
Confusion washed over you. The silent treatment from Ruben was deafening, more painful than shouting matches. You tried to recall your earlier dispute, confused to where it had all gone wrong. I mean Ruben had been the one to let you attend your friends birthday party, insisiting he'd stay behind and keep searching for your ring himself. Had he regret his decision of doing that?
Desperate to bridge the growing chasm between you, you decided to swallow your pride and make amends. You approached the cupboards, reaching for the dinner plates on the top shelf. But as you stretched your fingers toward the stack, your petite frame failed to reach them. You hopped and groaned in a desperate attempt to get them, however to no use.
In that moment, seeing you struggle, Ruben's frustration began to fade, overridden by his inherent nature to protect and care for his wife. He quickly pushed aside his resentment and stood up. Without a word, he stepped behind you and effortlessly plucked the plates from the top shelf.
Your eyes widened in both surprise and relief as Ruben gently placed the plates on the counter beside you. In that moment, your physical distance evaporated, replaced by a tender connection only made possible by unspoken understanding.
Feeling a flicker of warmth in your heart, you turned to face Ruben, eyes brimming with gratitude. Ruben, unable to resist the unconditional love shining in your gaze, couldn't help but smile softly. Silence still hung in the air, but it was now infused with a newfound tenderness. It was as if you had silently communicated more in that single gesture than they could ever express with words. Still, you tried.
"I'm sorry, Ruben. I know how important this ring is to you," You whispered, eyes filled with tears.
Ruben's hands went to cup your face, raising your head to look at him. "Hey."
"Hey." You chuckled.
"I mean hey, this is what's important to me, not some piece of jewelry."
"But you said..."
He leand forward, pecking your lips, silencing you. "I know what I said and I was wrong."
"Oh Ruben." You fell into his embrace. "I promise I'll find the ring. I know I left it somewhere around the house."
He shook his head. " It's okay. You'll just have to buy a marker from now on."
You frowned "A marker, why?"
Ruben's thumb swiped across your cheek, his gaze looking deeply into your eyes. "So I can write "Mine" across your forhead whenever you go outside."
You laughed, he laughed. You truly deserved being made fun of.
The ring was gone for now, but the love you and Ruben had for each other remained unchanged.
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skipper1331 · 4 months
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Baby // Esme Morgan
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a/n: based off this request. Enjoy:)
"My love" the blonde whispered as she hugged from behind, trailing soft kisses along your neck. You couldn‘t help but melt in her grasp, your skin tingling at each brush of her lips. "You‘re so beautiful" her hands rested flat on your growing stomach. Ever since you told Esme that you were pregnant, her sweet girl personality just turned sweeter. She was the happiest person, you were her wife and soon the mother of her child. Everything felt perfect, Esme treated you with so much respect and love, cared about you like no one else did.
"I missed you today" you whispered, your head falling against her shoulder as you softly swayed to the soft music in the background.
"I missed you too but I’m also a bit mad at you" she matched your voice level, still pressing featherlight kisses along your skin.
You stopped your movement, turning in her hold as you looked at her confused, "why?"
"My girl, I told you I’d go to the grocery store yet you did it by yourself" she stated.
"But you were at training and I had nothing to do" you grumbled, crossing your arms as you glared at her.
"you’re not supposed to carry heavy things" she smiled down at you, so much adoration in her eyes. She looked at you like you hung the moon.
Every day, she thanked the universe that she could call you her own.
"Baby!" you whined, "I can still do things in the household"
With her finger on your lips, she shushed you, "Firstly, you carry our baby, so don’t carry heavy stuff. And secondly, you help enough already by motivating me with your existence" she grinned, littering kisses all over your face, to which you responded with her favorite sound: giggles.
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"Hello, here is your mama" the defender mumbled against your tummy, her thumbs drawing circles at your sides, "I love you very very much. And your mommy, I love her very much too" Esme looked at you, loving eyes already staring back at her. Your heart fluttered at each of her words, your skin tingled at each touch and your mind was consumed by the thoughts of Esme interacting with your baby. She’ll be a great mama. "I‘ll raise you as the biggest City fan. You will walk around with a little jersey and then you‘ll meet your aunties." the city player stated.
The answer came straightaway - a kick.
The blonde gasped loudly, sitting up, "That was an agreement!"
"No it wasn’t" you laughed, "he‘s going to be raised as a gunner"
Esme left your touch, immediately, her expression unreadable. You never saw that kind of a look in her eyes. She seemed shocked, happy, confused and- you couldn‘t tell. Did you say something wrong?
"It‘s going to be a boy?" she breathed out.
Shit! You didn‘t mean to ruin the surprise of the gender.
"Esme- I’m so sorry!" you tried explaining, your hands grabbing her own as you were about to cry, too many emotions filling your body.
"Hey, don’t cry. My love, don‘t cry" she was by your side in an instant, her arms around your body as you cried in her chest. The defender whispered sweet nothings into your ear while she tracing patterns on your skin, in a manner of calming you down.
As your tears stopped rolling you down your cheeks, you looked up, the lioness smiling at you with her own tears in the corner of her eyes, "it‘s going to be a boy."
nothing but pride shone through her eyes as her smile showed her happiness.
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"What if he doesn‘t want to be a sky blue?" Esme asked as the two of you laid on the couch, the tall girl absentmindedly playing with your hair. "What if he wants to be a red devil? That would be the worst" she grumbled, continuing to ramble about the choice of club.
Chuckling into her chest, you couldn‘t help but admire her, she often told you about the things she wanted to show your baby boy and let you feel like the prettiest person alive by just looking about you. It was amusing that she was seriously concerned which club your little man would support. "You know I think red is the better colour"
"I know" the blonde groaned, hiding her face, "you‘re lucky I love you"
"I love you too"
Pulling her in for a sweet kiss, she smiled against your lips. Gently, her hand slipped under your shirt, fingertips dancing across your spine as you melted with one another. Kissing Esme will always be one of your favorite things to do.
"I love our boy even if he doesn‘t support City"
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It was the 28th March when the two of you finally met your baby boy.
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"Are you my favorite boy, yes you are" Esme smiled, your son in her arms as he looked at her with wide eyes, somehow a smile plastered on his face.
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Esme loved being a mum, the same as you did. It fulfilled her heart with so much pride, love and passion.
"Look at your mommy, she‘s the most amazing person in the world" she held the boy who was looking everywhere but at your sleeping figure on the couch.
"I love her very much" she continued, "and she makes me so happy."
"I met her when I was 14, that‘s a little bit older than you are at the moment, my boy and I immediately fell in love with her"
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"I‘m so sorry" a young Esme apologized over and over after she had bumped into you, your books and notes falling out of your hands. In a matter of seconds she was squatted down, picking up your stuff while you joined her, "i didn’t see you" she muttered, desperately trying to pick up each pen.
"It‘s okay"
As she went to grab the last pen, your mind had the same thought. Your hands touched for a brief of a second, the blonde looking up, her breath caught in her throat, "now, i see you" and you were absolutely breathtaking. Esme had never seen someone as pretty as you.
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"9 years later, i still think the same. Your mommy is breathtaking" she smiled fondly as your son looked at Esme with big eyes.
"I asked her to be my girlfriend through a love letter. She made me felt like a poet, lovely words ran through my mind, your mommy running through my mind all day long, even at night."
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The sun was setting, the sky beautiful with it colours as the two of you walked through the streets. Esme, the sweetheart she was, not accepting "I can walk home on my own, I’m old enough"
She walked beside you, your hands softly brushing against one another’s. You wanted to hold hers but you were too shy to take matters into your own hands, so you accepted the touch of brush.
Esme didn’t.
After the third brush, she just slipped her hand in yours, your heart racing at her gentle touch. "Is that okay?" she asked, not looking at you.
"Yes" you replied.
So while one of her hands held yours, the other one was hidden in her jacket, the love letter between her fingertips.
"Thank you for walking me home" you smiled, your hand not leaving hers, not yet.
"Always"
You looked at each other, soft smiles displayed on your faces, "um, this is for you" shyly and with red cheeks she pulled out the envelope, your name written in cursive on it.
You were about to open it as she stopped you, "don‘t. not now"
She looked vulnerable - you respected her wishes.
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"I still remember what i wrote in that letter"
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'My y/n,
As i sit down to write this letter, my heart, my body and mind is bursting with emotions.
Forgive me, if some sentences don’t make any sense - my mind is spinning, consumed by the thought of you.
I love the way you laugh, the sound of your giggles music to my ears.
I love the way you smile, how it reaches the corner of your eyes.
I love the way you talk, your voice expressive and gentle.
I wake up with the intention to make you smile and laugh.
I go to be with the hope that you follow me into my dreams - you do.
I dream about you at night, at day and about the future, our future.
The moment i laid my eyes on you, i knew that my heart would be yours - forever.
I respect you.
You make me feel happy, dizzy and relaxed - i feel safe with you.
Yet words will never be enough to describe the things you let me feel.
You are special.
I want you to be my girlfriend, so I’m asking you: do you love me the same way i love you?
-Esme:)‘
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"Your mama was very romantic" the blonde chuckled, her index finger softly caressing along the boys cheek as his eyes fell shut every now and then. It didn‘t stop the City player - she continued talking.
She continued with the story, how she asked you to marry her and talked about your reaction, how she asked every important person in your life for their blessing, something you appreciated so much.
"One day, someone will love you the way i love your mommy" she whispered, your son fast asleep in her arms.
Pressing a tender kiss to his forehead, she laid him in his crib, admiring as her heart swelled with love. What she failed to realize was that you weren‘t sleeping anymore - that you were wide awake, listening to the things she told your baby boy.
Gently, you snuggled her arms around her waist, the girl frightened for a moment before she realized it was you. Her favorite girl on earth.
"You‘re still a hopeless romantic"
She turned in your hold, her own arms wrapping around your waist as yours changed their position.
"What else did you hear?" the defender asked, cheeks crimson red - you made her mind spin, knees weak and heart race, she felt shy and nervous. Even after years, you still had the same effect on her.
"Everything"
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"Do you want to surprise your mama?" you asked the boy who babbled about something, happily accepting the fact that he was in your arms, small hands gripping your shirt.
Esme was at training, the boy and you at home while you got your son ready for her surprise. Yesterday, the surprise finally arrived and you couldn‘t be more excited to see her reaction. You bought a mini city jersey, the name Morgan displayed on the back with her number 14.
Your son looked absolutely adorable.
Excited, you waited patiently for her to return, occupying the boy with some simple things.
"My love, I’m home" she called after what felt like an eternity, "wow" she stopped in her tracks, the sky blue catching her eyes immediately. "What‘s this?" she asked confused.
"What does it look like?" you hand her the boy who clapped his hand as she eyed his outfit. Esme’s heart made jumps as she saw her baby boy with her jersey, "you‘re such a cute little boy" the mama stated happily as she caressed his cheeks.
"Where‘s yours, my love?" she asked, eyes on you as she took a step towards you to peck your lips.
"In the drawer" you looked at her, raising a brow, "do you want me to put it on?"
Enthusiastically she nodded, "pretty please"
5 minutes later, you walked in the living room your two favorite people seated on the couch. As soon as you entered the room, Esme’s eyes lit up, "you look beautiful" she breathed, the sky blue making her happy as the jersey hugged your body perfectly. You took a seat beside her, your head falling against her shoulder while one of her arms made its way around your waist. Your son was already asleep in her touch, the boy never one to stay awake for long if his mama held him.
"I know you‘re a gunner, my love, but seeing you in this shirt makes me so incredibly happy" she mumbled, "and our little boy also wearing one, I can‘t describe the things i‘m feeling."
"Even though I prefer red over blue, sky blue will always be my favorite" you smiled, leaning up to kiss her, softly.
Wrapped up in your own little lovely bubble, it caught you by surprise when your son‘s first left his mouth.
"mama"
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Jill Roord Appreciation
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Finally Yours (Ingrid Engen x Reader)
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“Wait, what?” You asked her, indicating she was going to have to repeat her question.
“Is this a date?” She asked again.
You took a hard gulp at the question. You instantly wanted to scream “YES” at the Norwegian girl stood in front of you, but you also didn’t want to come across desperate.
Prior to asking Ingrid to doing something, together, alone, she had gotten out of two serious relationships. One with her Norwegian teammate, Marie. And the other with her Barca teammate, Mapi.
You knew neither of them personally or professionally. You weren’t a footballer. You were just average y/n y/l/n who worked as a photographer for the WSL. You weren’t tied down to a particular club, sometimes you assisted with the national team, it was a dream job.
Your childhood best mate, Lucy bronze, got you the job the second you graduated college and you couldn’t have been more grateful. You’d loved coming to the Manchester City ground for shoots because you got to spend time together. You were both living on hectic schedules, you travelling to clubs, her training 24/7. This was the only time you saw eachother apart from the occasional coffee.
That was until Lucy moved to Barcelona and added a 2.5 hour plane journey to the mix. But it was there that Lucy met Ingrid, properly, who was with Mapi at the time, but knew from the minute she met her she would be perfect for you.
Two years later and Lucy was happy in Barcelona. They were winning every trophy possible, so of course your trophy hungry best friend would be delighted to stay. But after a break up and lack of minutes, Ingrid requested a transfer out of Barcelona, and almost every WSL club handed her a contract, begging for her signature.
After some persuasion, or none at all (according to Lucy and Keira), she settled with Manchester City.
You had just settled on the bed, turning on the tv in your hotel room when you’re phone buzzed.
Hi Y/N, please report to Man City training ground tomorrow 12pm for new signing media day. See attached list of tasks to get done.
Before you clicked the attached PDF your phone buzzed. You accepted the call coming from a Spanish number.
“Hola Amigo” the unmistakable English speaking Spanish accent belted through your phone.
“Alright Luce?” You laughed.
“Where are ya?” Lucy asked peering around an unrecognisable room from your usual FaceTimes.
“A hotel in Manchester. Have to go down to your old stomping ground tomorrow afternoon. New signing” you huffed muting the tv.
“Ah it’s Ingrid” Lucy laughed.
“Ingrid?” You raised your eyebrows.
“Engen? My old teammate here” Lucy sternly replied.
“Do you not watch my games?” She asked.
“What? Of course I do? Yes Ingrid Engen I like her my favourite Barca player if I’m being honest” you sarcastically mentioned causing your friend to laugh.
“Go easy on her tomorrow. She’s just out of a rough break up” Lucy mentioned.
You rolled your eyes.
“Media people are not bad people”
“You keep telling yourself that sunshine, we all hate you” she laughed.
You fell into regular chit chat before wishing her a goodnight and unmuting the TV, falling peacefully asleep to whatever shit reality show was on in the background.
The next morning you got up and done your usual routine getting ready for the day. You had breakfast delivered to the room and double checked that you had everything for the shoot today.
When you got to the training ground, the usuals were around. Greeting you as they always did, asking if you wanted to make tiktoks with them, or if you wanted a friendship bracelet.
“No Sandy I am far too busy for tiktoks and Esme please stop offering me friendship bracelets” you laughed at them.
“But we are friends” Esme whined with the materials in hand already.
“Ms y/l/n, this way please” a woman in a suit beckoned you towards the media room.
“Duty calls” you smiled as Esme huffed and Sandy rolled her eyes.
You got into the room to find only 2/3 familiar faces so you knew today would be easy.
“Okay team” the Man City media manager clapped their hands together.
“Nice easy one today. Two new signings with Jill and Ingrid. No other media happening today so just need a few bits done with them” he began.
“Colin please oversee promotional videos for tiktok. Emma please focus on Instagram and X teasers/promo. Niall if you could take Jill to do kit pictures into the Scott room and Y/n if you could take Ingrid for the same in the Bronze room. Okay team” he clapped his hands together again before you all headed off in different directions.
You went to the Bronze room and snapped a photo of yourself at the door to send to the woman it was named after. You set up the room and a Man City staff member dropped the kits in, usually they’d stay to make sure the kit was being worn correctly but you were a seasonal pro at this stage.
A few minutes later, Ingrid and her agent arrived in. Both shaking your hand and you giving them the plan of action.
“Okay well I just need to see the board of directors so I will be back when you are done Ingrid” he told her and she nodded.
She got changed into the first kit and you began taking photos, only taking when you needed her to change position or pose in a certain way. As it was the home kit, this was the longest one to get out of the way.
“Would you like a break before we move on? I can show you a few of the pictures if you like?” You suggested, noticing the girl starting to get a bit flustered.
“Would that be okay?” She asked quietly, almost as if she didn’t want to put you out.
“Of course. Here come take a look at these” you beckoned her over and she stood by your side commenting on every few photos you showed her.
After about 20 minutes, Ingrid informed you she was ready to go again and appeared in the Man City away kit in front of you.
“Great, let’s get to work” you smiled, scooping your camera up to start again.
You took a few more photos before having to load more film.
“You are Lucia’s friend, no?” Ingrid asked as you fumbled your camera.
“Yeah me and Lucy have been friends since we were this high” you laughed and placed your hand at knee height.
“She was very nice to me at Barca” Ingrid smiled.
“She’s a very nice person” you smiled back.
“Should we take a picture at the door name to send to her?” Ingrid suggested.
“Sure, I think she’d find that funny” you laughed and made your way to the door. Opening your messaged with her and sending Lucy a picture of you both.
“Could you send me that to me too?” Ingrid asked.
“Sure yeah, I’ll airdrop you it” you replied.
“Just take my number” she said taking your phone and inputting her number as you froze.
You sent her the photo and noticed she’d saved her name as
Ingrid ♥️
“So third kit?” You piped up and she nodded.
“So how did today go?” Lucy asked over the FaceTime. “I see you and Ingrid had fun in the Bronze room” she laughed.
“Eh? tuvieron sexo?” Ona asked in the background making Lucy laugh.
“Lucia Roberta what did that woman just say” you huffed.
“Nothing. Ona! Silencio por favor” Lucy pleaded trying not to laugh again. “Sorry go on” she propped up on the couch, waiting for you to speak.
“Yeah we just did some kit shoots and then took that dumb photo for you” you laughed.
“Soooo what did you think of her?” Lucy asked, eyebrows raised.
“Yeah, she was nice” you smiled back.
“Just nice?” She smirked.
“Lucia, dinner” Ona shouted.
“Yeah, go on Lucia you better go” you laughed with a wink.
“Oh fuck off. I’ll chat to you soon though. Yeah?” She stuck her thumbs up and you nodded, ending the call after two quick goodbyes.
You flew to London the next day to do some shoots at Arsenal and Spurs, and a few days later the season had started. You were back and forth for a couple of days, covering WSL fixtures in different places, until you wound back up in Manchester.
The Manchester United game Vs Bristol was this evening and the Manchester City Vs Tottenham game was tomorrow, so you were here for the next two days. Due to some time off, Lucy came over and stayed with you in Manchester, bringing Ona with her for the first time to meet you finally.
You had just stopped into Boxx2Boxx with the Barcelona duo when a familiar face was leaving the café.
“Hey” she smiled at you until her face burst with excitement at the duo behind you.
“Ah Ona, Lucia” she pulled them both into a hug.
“How are you?” Lucy asked reciprocating the hug.
“I will run in to get the coffees” you announced as the 3 took a seat to get caught up.
“Would you like anything else?” You asked Ingrid you smiled at you and shook her head.
“So you met y/n” Lucy laughed.
“Yes” Ingrid rolled her eyes.
“Am I missing something?” Ona raised her eyebrows looking between the pair.
“Well, when me and Mapi broke up, Lucy said she had a friend she would set me up with” Ingrid explained.
“And that was y/n?” Ona asked as Ingrid nodded.
“Yeah I can see it” Ona said as Lucy smirked.
“So are you gonna ask her out?” Ona asked.
“No, let her do it” Lucy piped in.
“Well, I gave her my number but she hasn’t used it” Ingrid told them as Lucy huffed.
“Useless bast. Oh hey you’re back” Lucy coughed.
“Here you are” you said as you dished out the coffees.
“Lucy you better go in and see Jill before she murders you” your best friend get up giving Ona a nod as both of them headed inside.
“How have you been?” You asked the girl sitting opposite you.
“Good, and you?” She replied.
“Busy. I’ve been back and forth to London and Birmingham. This is the first time I’ve been back in Manchester” you said softly.
“So you haven’t been avoiding me while you were here?” Ingrid asked with a hint of sarcasm but relief in her voice.
“No, no. I just haven’t been here. Me and the guys are going for dinner this evening after the United game, are you free to join us?” You asked.
“Yeah, I guess I can” Ingrid replied smiling.
“Cool I can get Lucy to message you the details” you smiled back.
“You deleted my number?” Ingrid asked, a shift in her tone.
“I don’t think I have your number?” You frowned at the girl.
“I gave you it, when you sent me the photo. Remember?” She shrugged as a sudden realisation came over you.
“Oh right! I totally forgot about that” you laughed. “I will text you then” you smiled.
“Lucia are you ready?” You shouted from the living room that you and Ona were in.
“2 minutes” she yelled from the guest room.
You chatted more with Ona, who you’d felt like you’d known your whole life. You’d met her a few times briefly during her time at United but nothing more than hello, thank you, goodbye.
When Lucy finally came into the living room you both got to your feet.
“By the way Ingrid is coming” you mentioned as you left the house. The pair sharing a look.
“Cool” Lucy pretended not to care.
“Sí. Cool” Ona repeated.
The four of you actually ended up having a nice time. And it wasn’t the last time you done things as a group. Whenever the pair ended up in Manchester, the four of you would go out.
Ingrid invited you out with her teammates, you invited her out with friends and colleagues. You just never done anything alone.
Lucy had tried to subtly mention you should ask Ingrid to do something alone but you never picked up on the hints.
You found every time you met up with Ingrid, you spent most of the night looking at her, speaking only with her, sharing lingering touches together that you wouldn’t with any of your other friends. You were pretty much head over heels for the girl, you just hadn’t realised it yet.
The season had just finished and Lucy and Ona were in town, meaning you were spending more time with the pair and the Norwegian.
“Lucia I have a plan” Ona mentioned to the English girl.
“Sí?” She replied.
“Let’s do something alone tonight and y/n will probably invite Ingrid to do the same with some persuasion” Ona said.
“That’s definitely better than my plan” Lucy rose from the bed and went to find you.
You were on the couch editing videos and pictures when Lucy knocked on the door.
“You don’t need to knock” you laughed.
“Listen, me and Ona are going to head for dinner” Lucy mentioned as you nodded.
“Cool. Have a nice time. Take the spare key” you replied going back to your laptop.
“What’s your plans?” She asked as your eyes flickered up to her again and back down to your laptop smiling.
“Why don’t you ask Ingrid to do something?” She suggested.
“Ingrid?” You anxiously replied.
“Yeah you two hang out a lot, right?” She shrugged.
“Yeah, I guess but not alone really”
“Well maybe see if she’d like to”
“Yeah sure I can see”
Lucy went back to the room and you swear you could hear cheers coming from the spare room.
You decided to call Ingrid when you’d finish editing.
“Hey” she said
“Hey, how are you?” You asked.
“Good. You?”
“Good. Um, do you have plans tonight?”
“No I’m free. What did you guys want to do?”
“Well Lucy and Ona are ditching me so I thought we could maybe see a movie or something?”
“Just me and you?”
“Yeah just us”
“Yeah sure. You want to pick me up around 7?”
“Cool I’ll see you then”
You hung up the phone and sat puzzled. Was this a date?
“Lucy” you shouted as her and Ona came running to the living room.
“What? Where is it?” She replied instantly thinking you’d seen some type of bug.
“I think I just asked Ingrid on a date”
“Finally” she mumbled and high fived Ona.
“Help me” you sighed putting your head in your hands. The two girls pulling you up and bringing you to the room.
You picked Ingrid up at exactly 7pm.
“You look nice” you told her as she got in the car. She smiled at you and you felt like you could melt right there on the spot.
“You do too” you reciprocated her smile.
You arrived at the theatre and told her to pick the movie, she picked a Jennifer Lawrence rom-com she had heard was funny.
During the movie, your hand brushed off hers a few times when you were both reaching for popcorn. Both of you blushing and staring straight ahead until you both thought enough time had passed to reach again. Not actually eating much in the end to not die of embarrassment.
“Would you mind if we grabbed something to eat?” You asked as you left the theatre.
“Sure I don’t mind” she took a hold of your arm as you walked towards the nearest McDonald’s to grab something quick.
When you were both settled at a table with some nuggets and Ingrid taking a stupid photo of you with some nuggets is when she finally spoke up.
“Is this a date?” She asked causing you to almost choke on your food.
“Wait, what?” You asked her, indicating she was going to have to repeat her question.
“Is this a date?” She questioned you again.
“I mean, I thought so, yeah” you finally got out after getting your breath back.
“Good” she smiled reaching her hand across the table.
“Maybe on the next one I could take you somewhere a little bit more fancier than McDonald’s” you laughed.
“There’s going to be a next one?” Ingrid smirked.
“Would that be okay?” You responded.
“I’ve been waiting for you to ask me for months” Ingrid admitted.
“I guess I’m not very good at picking up on signals” you chuckled.
“You could say that again” Ingrid winked.
Safe to say the next time you took her out, it was not to McDonald’s.
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Black WAG Aesthetic 💫🖤
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ruben-dias · 6 months
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gonna go cry for 17 years
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erlingshaalands · 18 days
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no flirting during the game please
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