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footballffbarbiex · 2 years

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Updates.

I dropped off the face of the planet, I’m well aware and so I’m posting this now so it’s out of the way and taken care of. The past 2 month so have been...well. It’s been something but meeting and hosting my beloved @iwriteficsandtragedies at my own home has made it all worthwhile.

I paused Patreon because of the things that I had going on (thank you for the messages, I really did/do appreciate them) and I wasn’t in a good mindset. But I guess I’m back now and in that time, I’ve done some writing. I’ve also taken some of the feedback on board and now each update will include a banner so that you know it’s a fic and something to read as opposed to just my shit posting.

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(and is in no particular order with pieces to be finished and probably loads more to be added as I think up more ideas)

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emwritesfootball · 1 year

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For AMA...

1: Who are your favourite players to write for?

2: What's the best / most memorable live sports event you've ever attended?

Oooh i love these!

1) favourite players to write for: Joe G (cuz those ideas never disappoint lol), Eric Dier, Cags (duh!), Tyrone Mings, the Norwegian trio. Pretty much anyone on my list lmao but those are the ones that come to mind first

2) Seeing Roman Bürki play live last month is definitely up there, but the first one that popped up was back in 2019 when Phoenix Rising played Austin Bold in playoffs and it came down to a shootout and the very last pen for us and we made it. I had no voice the next day lmao

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lxndonorris · 3 years

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nighttime struggles - Tyrone Mings

Y/N x Tyrone Mings

Theme: angsty Fluff, fluffy Angst, Anxiety (not too explicit)

your first time staying over at his place and you have trouble sleeping x

word count: 840+

tagging: @qwetyronerty, thought you’d be interested, if not, feel free to ignore.

It’s way past midnight on this beautiful winter night and stars are shining in the deep, dark skies, reminding you how easy it is to get lost in those little moments. Today has been a very good day, however, your boyfriend Tyrone asked you a week ago, to stay at his place tonight. You’ve met him two months prior, and he’s been the perfect gentleman so far. Still, since you were a child, you’d have problems sleeping at somebody else’s apartment and you’re having trouble falling asleep this time around as well.

He didn’t seem to have the same issue since he fell asleep nearly right away and you just enjoyed watching him, his chest heaving with every deep breath and him muttering something in his sleep. Even though, you could not fall asleep and decided to get some air, sitting on his balcony, watching all those different lights dancing above, helping you to relax slowly. Then, you hear the glass door behind you, assuming that Tyrone woke up and went looking for you. Before you have the chance to turn around, however, he puts one of his blankets around your shoulder, wrapping you in it tightly.

“Thank you.” You say shyly, avoiding his eyes for a few seconds because you’re feeling your face turning very red, hoping to hide it from him. “It’s okay,” he says calmly, sitting down on a chair right next to you, but at first, both of you don’t dare to say another word, searching for the right words to say. Suddenly, you notice him looking at you out of the corner of your eye, causing you to slightly turn your head towards him, blushing even harder. “I hope everything is okay?” Tyrone says, his face softening right away and his eyes search yours to find some answers.

“Yeah, it’s nothing.” You say quickly, trying your best to shrug it off, but he sees right through your fragile charade. “Are you sure?” He says worryingly, scratching his thighs nervously. “I woke up and you were gone.” You lick your lower lip, thinking about what to tell him, while he watches you closely, his eyes seemingly shining through the night. “Yeah, I. I just needed some air.” Shrugging, you pull at the blanket, it’s warmth spending comfort. “Okay.” He nods, not sure if there is more to it or not. “You can tell me anything, you know that, right?” Tyrone smiles weakly, trying his best to comfort you.

After a few moments of silence, what feels like an eternity, you finally feel like opening up to him, so you take a deep breath, thinking about where to start. He still looks at you, his eyes stuck on yours, giving you the courage you need. “Well, I just have problems sleeping somewhere else, I don’t know why.” You say quickly, unable to keep your voice from breaking quite harshly. Tyrone’s whole body tenses as he leans back against his chair, thinking deeply, but before he can say anything, you place a hand at his thighs, stroking him tenderly.

“It’s not about you, I promise. It’s been like this for a very long time now.” This seems to help him relax quite a bit, but he’s still lost in his thoughts. Then, he starts to smile warmly, placing a hand on yours. “That’s okay, it can be scary to be fair.” You giggle nervously, but at the same time, you’re happy that he is not mad at you. “I know right?” You say, now smiling as well. After a few more seconds, he gets up from the chair, leans closer towards you, and places a single loving kiss right on to your forehead. “I hope you know, that there is nothing to be scared about as long as you’re with me.”

Tyrone separates from you slowly, caressing your cheek gently, even lifting your chin up slightly, so that your eyes meet his beautiful, bright eyes. “I know.” You say, blushing once more and squeezing his other hand tightly. “Good.” He smiles wider than before and slowly walks back to the still-open door, but you pull at his hand, causing him to turn his face back to you. “Thank you, for being so understanding.” You say shyly, running a hand through your hair. “Of course.” He giggles, his eyes wandering all over your face. “You want to get back to bed?”

Now Tyrone’s voice breaks slightly as he runs a hand across his chest, down to his waist. “Yeah.” You say and get up, holding on to the blanket while he opens his arms and wraps you in a warm hug. “It’s gonna be okay.” He whispers, rubbing your back tenderly. Together, you get back into the bed and he hugs you tightly from behind, pulling you closer towards him. Instantly, the warmth of his body, his arms around your tummy and just feeling his chest bulging against your back every time he breathes deeply, are helping you to calm down quickly, and finally, you fall asleep, feeling better than ever before.

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chilly-me-softly · 3 years

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Writing of the day (05/10)

Ben Chilwell - A cute gift

Mason Mount - Trust again

Tyrone Mings - Haunted house

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worldlywriting12 · 4 years

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A Third Try: Chapter 1

Again. You had managed to find yourself making the same routine of knocking an already full and definitely started seminar. The knock didn’t last long as Eddie, the ginger haired boy closest to the door flung it wide open for you to make your famed entrance. Everyone’s eyes hawking your way as if you just declared that you’re naked.

‘’As I was saying, your 3rd year placement is very important in order to finally cement the direction you would like to take your career. Throughout this course, you know you have to take part in three different placements: hospital physio, a stint in occupational health and sport physio.’’ you slowly sit down next to Eddie as professor Edward continues with the presentation.

‘’Has he given a list of placements yet?’’, you whisper to Eddie.

‘’No, not yet’’ Eddie began.

‘‘Apparently, there’s an England post this year’’. His face changed to excitement, hinting that he might be hoping to be placed there.

He turned around facing you this time, with a slight confusion displayed.

‘’Hey, what happened last night?’’, He questioned.

‘’Right, last night’’, You begin, giving the illusion you were going to talk about something you definitely did not want to talk about. You begin to look towards professor Edward who started to hand out sheets in which you knew would contain the placements for the academic year.

‘’I think he’s giving it out now’’, You confirm with Eddie as a distraction from the question he eagerly wanted answered.

Professor Edward made his way to your row and gave you a bunch of papers to pass around to the students closest to you. After giving it out, you finally give one to Eddie before you begin to look for your name on your own sheet.

‘’’Assistant Physiotherapist to England Men’s Football.’’ You say to yourself, as if you have to reassure yourself that he’ll probably not even remember who you are. You sigh, knowing that you would have to do sports physio, your least favourite in your course.

You look at a really smiley Eddie. ‘’Looks like we’ll be working together this year’’he says with a wink. The wink does something to your stomach, painfully addictive as he looks at you with his undivided attention. The room suddenly becoming smaller than you last remember and your body failing to do what it does best; look uninterested.

You start to pack away to distract yourself from the intensity. Your laptop being the last thing you pack before you head out of the door, knowing your attitude of not needing anyone, spiralled into you never needing to wait for friends after lectures and seminars. You quickly ran to the nearly closing lifts and it was only after you entered that you heard Eddie by your side again. This time with his friends.

This boy is not going to let me live in peace is he? You thought to yourself.

The lift came to an end, exposing you to the front door of the building with what looked liked a monsoon of a weather ready to greet you.

You begin to walk out and start to look for an umbrella in your bag.

‘‘Well, looks horrible’’, Eddie begins to say, putting his hands in his front jeans. ‘’You can hang out with us until it calms down if you’d like?’’, he offers pointing to the rest of his mates.

You smile back at him,

‘‘I don’t know’’, you hesitate to answer

“Come on, I don’t bite and plus, I’m driving to check the route to the training centre for tomorrow”, he states, holding the car keys as a peace offering.

“Okay”, you say, “but can we go now? I’ve got work later”.

He smiles at you and looks back at his mates.

“That would mean I’m ditching my friends, I’d promised we’d go for a few”, he begins

“Well not me”, he says holding the keys up again

You give him puppy eyes,biting your tongue in anticipation.

“Well, have fun with your friends”, you say with a fake disappointment.

You begin to get your umbrella out and start making your way into the rain.

You begin taking a right turn from the uni building when you hear a shout from the other side.

“This way”, he gestures to the right, grinning like he had just won the lottery.

You turn and catch up with him. Eddie puts his hand to his heart and pretends to fake fall “you’ll be the end of me”, he declares. “You could tell me to jump off a cliff and I’d probably do that”, he jokes.

You laugh at that statement, waiting for him to open the car doors.

It’s only when he begins to drive that he turns to you and asks you that ignored question from earlier.

“Okay, now that I’ve got you in a place you can’t escape from, what happened last night?”, He questions, not really sure that he wants to hear an answer.

“You know I was waiting for you until God knows what time”, he continues, trying to fill the emptiness you have created by not answering. “You could’ve at least given me a heads up if you went to go fuck some other guy”. The bitterness of the words makes you flinch.

“That’s not what happened”, you quickly interrupt. Knowing fully well that’s exactly what happened.

“Please”, he smirks

“no need to spare my feelings, you were literally all over him”, he smiles, feeling proud at finally catching you up on your lies.

You sign, resting your head on the seat, eyes closed.

“He was just there Ed, just doing all the right things, and I don’t know...I just lost all control”, you say facing the window, so low it’s a surprise he heard you.

He breaths in, surprised at the abruptness of your words. “Right”, he begins with a sure smile, “and it definitely wasn’t because he is a loaded footballer”, he finishes. You look confused, facing him this time.

“No it wasn’t, I felt alone and he was there. Just saying all the right things. Things I needed to hear”. You say, nearly tearing at the accusation of sleeping with him because he was a footballer.

He begins to stop the engine as you got to your destination. He turned, full attention on you. “were those words I’ve told you before Claire?”, He questioned “how beautiful you are, how my heart was stolen from the moment you walked into the room the very first day of uni?”, he finished, his green eyes piercing your soul.

“I don’t deserve you Ed, you need a good girl”, you say as if you’re reading a script you have rehearsed for the last three years. “And I’m just not her”.

You begin to take your coat and exit the car to inspect your new work place. The building was huge, newly designed with a huge pitch attached to it. The entrance to it having a huge ‘welcome’ sign, which you assumed was in preparation for tomorrow.

You turn to look at Eddie again.

“Listen”, you begin, clutching your coat closer to yourself. “I’m desperate for a cup of coffee, let’s go and look for one and pretend this never happened. I just really need a friend right now”, you admit, feeling exposed at expressing your vulnerability.

“I can be that for you”, he admits, nudging your shoulder as he began to walk by your side.

It didn’t take you two long to find a starbucks, down the street of your new workplace. You practically jumped at the sight “yes!”, You screeched, exposing your dimpled face.

You started warming your hands as you entered, not realising how cold it’d been outside.

“Get us a seat and I’ll get us the drinks. Flat white?”, You questioned, feeling proud of yourself for remembering.

“Nice one”, he smiled moving away to find a seat, letting you know your were correct.

You began to order when a figure stood next to felt dangerously close. “Whatever she’s getting is on me”, the figure said, talking directly across to the barista. You turned around to see who it was. You eyes diluting twice it’s size when you realised who it was.

You shook your head, “thank you, but that’s really not necessary’”, you said, turning to the barista.

“How can I let a pretty girl like you ever pay for something when I’m in the room?”, he questioned, with a smirk.

“Because that said girl has money of her own which she would like to use to pay for her coffee”, you shoot back, not really knowing why you got so defensive.

He breaths heavily, turning you towards him again.

“Look I’m sorry, he begins, let me start again”, he begins

“I’m Marcus, I think you’re really hot and I would like get to know you”, he finishes, eyes dangerously low but hands out for you to shake.

You meet him half way, “hi marcus, I’m sorry I’m not interested but thanks for the coffee”, you say as you grab both of the coffee mugs, ready to make way to your seat.

“Oh I get it”he says with a smirk, making eye contact with the guy you’re walking towards. He hands a piece of note to you.

“You’ve a boyfriend, no worries. Just call me when your done with your plaything and you need a man”.

And with that he grabs his coffee and heads out of the shop with a glance back.

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footballerimaginess · 2 years

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Warm Bed

31 DAYS OF HAYMAS. ‘Warm Bed’ prompt from @footballffbarbiex Winter writing challenge Tyrone Mings Word Count: 348 Your alarm went off, you immediately groaned as you heard the sound go off. “Urgh, I do not want to get up” You huffed as you put your face back into the pillow as you felt Tyrone’s hand on the bottom of your back. “Stay with me” he whispered as you felt his warm breath on your back. “I wish I could” you mumbled as you looked at your phone. “Okay, I will say I am working from home. But that means me just cuddling you all day in bed right” you laughed as you rolled over in bed to cuddle him. “This bed is just so warm, I am so happy when I am with you” you smiled as he wrapped his big arms around your body. “You are the cutest, you do know that right” you laughed, “Yes I know that, you may have mentioned it before” you giggled as he pressed a kiss to the top of you head. “You better tell work, I don’t want to get you in any trouble” he whispered. “Fine I suppose I better” you got up out of bed to ring the office. That is me in bed for the rest of the day, he was like take the day off. But it can mean he will let me have a day off another time” you smiled. “Ahh I like that thinking darling” you smiled as you jumped into bed again. “My feet are so cold, wait let me put fluffy socks back on” you stretched and grabbed the socks. “No, no socks in bed” Tyrone moaned. “I know you hate it, but I feel like my feet are falling off. It is so cold today, especially in here.” you told him. “Fine, come on. Let’s just lay and cuddle please. I don’t have training at all and I only plan to go out and get food” he told you. “Oh okay, so go get food?” you teased him. “Urghm keep the bed warm for me please” he smiled as he headed downstairs to get food for you both. Taglist: @footballffbarbiex @sanchos-dream @meteora-fc @football-rambles @footballxixstars @hollandsmount @mountchilly @penguintransporter @football-and-fanfics

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avenirdelight · 1 year

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#after crying over tyrone twice yesterday i saw the whole liverpool squad and some england nt players in my dream but not tyrone? sure

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My #1 post of 2022

The Thing I Do Best

Anyone You Like

He’s upset and he asks why she never critiques him.

He lost another game.

She knew that he hadn’t been doing well lately. She didn’t know football that well, tactics and everything, but she definitely knew when the team was struggling or when mistakes and errors were made. And although he still did well in some parts, the mistakes he had made were the highlights—the team may not have lost some points if he hadn’t made those mistakes.

When he came in through the front door tonight, head hanging low and shoulders slouched, she knew that this loss knocked him pretty bad. He didn’t need to say it for her to know that he was upset, angry, disappointed with himself, more than with anything else.

He hadn’t said much. After she’d given him a long big hug which he detached himself from, he’d gone straight to their bedroom, leaving her alone in the kitchen. He’d only answered her with a short “yeah, thank you” when she offered to make him tea.

Even now, he was drinking his tea in silence, sitting on the other end of the sofa as he kept himself occupied with his phone. She’d tried to make little conversations but he’d only given her more short answers; she knew it was better to leave him alone. So she also sat in silence, reading her book and sitting on the other end of the sofa, briefly glancing at him once in a while just to check.

But a loud thump startled her a bit. When she raised her head, she realised that he had thrown his phone to the table. He picked up the TV remote and turned the TV on as he laid back on the sofa, letting out a long heavy sigh—her eyes followed all of his movements. The volume was quite loud when the TV turned on but he quickly lowered it.

He turned to her. He looked so tired and it wasn’t a pretty sight to see. “Sorry, is it okay?” He asked, pointing to the TV with the remote.

“Yeah, it’s fine, babe,” she nodded. He nodded too and immediately turned his attention back on the TV, while she got back on the last paragraph that she was reading.

They both fall silent again. He put on a movie on the TV and made himself comfortable by resting his feet on top of the table. She focused on her book and was getting deep on the story, not paying much attention to him, and read five more pages without any interruption.

“Why do you never give me any critics?”

She was about to flip a page when his voice stopped her.

When she looked up, their eyes met. Her heart clenched as she stared into those upset and tired eyes.

“What do you mean?” she asked back.

He sighed as he looked away. “When I play badly, you never give me any criticism. You never even tell me that I play horrible even though you know it.” He pressed some buttons on the remote, changing the channels. “You only tell me that it’s okay, that I can bounce back, I shouldn’t listen to what people are saying, say that you always believe in me…”

She furrowed her eyebrows. He sounded serious. He didn’t seem like he wanted to talk tonight, but maybe he’d changed his mind.

“Because it’s what I’m supposed to do,” she answered. “It’s my responsibility, isn’t it? To give you consolation, to take care of you.”

“Yeah, but you don’t always have to give me the white lies, saying it’s okay and all that.” His tone didn’t sound too pleasant to hear, so she picked her bookmark, put it in between the pages and closed her books—she knew that this talk was going to get serious.

“They’re not lies,” she started. “You’re the one who taught me that we should never stop believing. I believe that everything will get better, that you’ll get better.”

“Yeah, but– I know you’re mad when we lose, I know it upsets you. Why don’t you just say it? Say it to my face.” It almost sounded like a demand. He said it as he turned his head to her and gave her a sharp look. “Tell me I disappoint you.”

When she didn’t respond, he clenched his jaw before looking away again; she gritted her teeth. She let out a heavy sigh as she slightly shook her head. She couldn’t quite believe what he just said.

She knew he was angry and he wasn’t thinking straight. But if he really thought that every consolation she’d given him all this time was lies, she would actually be hurt. She meant everything she said—every “I believe in you” she’d ever told him was all true.

She just sat there and stared at him. She could see the frown on his face, the creases on his forehead, the frustration on his eyes. This man was being hard on himself, and she never thought that he would ask her to be hard on him too, but he did.

“You’re already your biggest critic, babe,” she said. “You’re the first person to know that you don’t do well, you’re the first one who critiques yourself for your performance.”

It was his turn to completely fall silent now. His eyes were on the TV, but she knew he wasn’t even watching it and that he was all ears now.

“There are people out there who try to be smart and think that they know you the best, saying every ridiculous thing about you, but no, they’re not the biggest critic, ‘cause they don’t know better than you do,” she continued. She was honestly getting upset, but she tried to keep her tone low and calm.

“And I, I don’t know better than you do. You’re the one who knows your football better than anyone else, better than me,” she shrugged. “I don’t see the good in me telling you that you did your worst or saying that- that you should’ve made that pass, you should've run faster. Because you’re already blaming yourself for it.”

“So if you ask me to be mad and upset at you because you didn’t do your best at kicking a ball, I’m sorry, I can’t,” she shook her head. “My role is to make sure that you’re alright, supporting you so you can improve and do what I know you’re capable of.”

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''everything is going to be okay'' kisses

“I’m not gonna let them say this shit about you, Y/N!” Tyrone shouts, not at you, never at you, but in general. He usually reserves that booming voice for the football pitch, and almost never uses it around you, which is how you know he is really furious. “Calm down, yeah? It’s okay babe.” You whisper, reaching out to place your hands on his shoulders. The funny thing about people writing nasty things about you was that you were the always the one calming Tyrone down, not the other way around. “Nah, it’s not okay! Instagram comments from trolls are one thing, but this shit?” He gestures to the phone that you had pried from his hands moments ago when you realized what he was reading some trash article about you both being spotted with members of the opposite sex, and how that clearly meant that you were a no good cheater, stepping out on a member of the nation's football team. Things like that never really got to you, but you could tell that Ty was fuming. “Nah, I’ve got to talk to someone about this,” he insists as he reaches across the desk and picks up his phone again.

White knuckling the device, he leans back in his desk chair with his long legs stretched out, one of them bouncing up and down with frustration. Watching him, so protective and ready to fight for your honor honestly made it more than easy to forget whatever was written about you because some desperate creep needed to make word count. “Look at me, Ty,” you insist and he tears his focus up from his phone to take in the expression on your face. As you straddle his lap, you try to convey through your languid movements and calm demeanor just how truly unbothered you are by the whole thing. “Everything is going to be okay,” you murmur against his lips as you cup his face with one hand and take the phone out of his grasp with the other. Now that his hands are free he instinctively grabs your bum and pulls you closer against him while you bring him in for a long kiss. When you finally break away, you begin to pepper kisses against his neck and whisper, “I’m okay, my love.” Hearing this, Tyrone is able to forget about things for a second and you feel his mind, and body, travel elsewhere.

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A Family Affair | Euro 2020 Football Fanfiction

Hi besties - here is part 6! We are officially halfway through this fic! Part 6 sees friendships blossom, situationships struggle, and cheeky intercontinental facetime chats! I hope you all are enjoying it as much as i am! I love hearing from you after you've read it! Love always, Steph xx

Part 6 | parte sesta

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Amelia had been back in Turin for a week or so, settling back into her city apartment had been more difficult than she anticipated as she was now alone for the first time in more than 2.5 months. It wasn’t very often, but sometimes she did miss the companionship of having a boyfriend. She missed someone to have breakfast with, to watch movies under the covers, to bring to official events. She still did all of these things, with a date, that was a friend, that sometimes maybe crept beyond the friendship zone and into the we shouldn’t be doing this but it feels so good zone.

Fede was someone that hung around Amelia like a fly to sugar. She enjoyed the attention most of the time. She appreciated his friendship, wisdom, talent and intellect. He could hold a conversation, talk to her about the arts, sell her the dream. She even didn’t mind it when they did cross that line a few times. Long afternoons and even longer nights spent wrapped up together in his bed sheets, her bathtub, his kitchen, her lounge room...you get the point. It was almost as though the two were in a committed relationship - committed being the operable word.

Fede wanted Amelia all to himself, and she was just that - available to him and for him whenever he wished, which was often. That’s what confused Amelia most, he didn’t want to label their situationship. He was happy to be ‘friends’ outside the four walls of their respective homes, but lovers when the curtains were drawn. She would maybe understand if he was elusive, always going out and on his phone but he wasn’t. He spent all of his time with her, there wouldn't have been enough hours left in the day if he separated those he spent with her from those he spent alone.

The Juventus players noticed this behaviour early on, seeing a noticeable difference in the way their number 33 paid attention to their tactical sessions. How he was turning up to the training centre early, with an extra piccolo for the english member of their coaching staff. Federico claimed he was helping Amelia brush up on her Italian, but having an Italian-born mother who insisted on sharing her culture with her kids, meant she was pretty much fluent in the language before arriving in Turin. His teammates weren’t stupid and neither was she.

This was the one area of her life where Amelia felt comfortable to go with the flow, she didn’t need to prepare or overthink anything to do with the charming Italian boy from Firenze. She let him take it at his own pace, she was in no need to rush. She let him take her home to meet his Nonna, she spent quality alone time with his dogs when he’s running late from training, and that’s a rare occasion being that it’s normally her there after him and he hangs back to drive them both home.

Everything was progressing at his pace, and the moment Amelia just asks for some clarification on the situation, he would get visibly stressed. He wanted to have his cake and eat it too. And for a long time he could, he had Amelia's attention and affection at Juve, he even had it during their european campaign. At the end of the tournament, when they all broke up for their summer breaks, Fede conveniently waited until their final round in the shower, if you know what i mean, before pulling her into bed and having a heart to heart with her.

Amelia thought that she was finally getting the clarification that she was after, which in a way she did. Fede spoke whimsical words about how she makes him feel wanted and understood, and in turn he told her about the affects he knew he had on her. It was a conversation that would turn Shakespeare to a pile of rose petals. In the end, he told her that he wanted to continue what they had just how they had been doing it. And so, that's exactly how they left it. No labels. Friends outside of the four walls of their apartments. That was all Amelia needed to be able to enjoy her family holiday in Mykonos, guilt free, not missing the man that became the equivalent of her shadow.

The constant company she had in Mykonos compared to what she was experiencing in Turin made her more eager to return to work than she had previously. Of course, there are group chats and facetimes and phone calls throughout the days that kept her occupied, but she was missing the boys and her brother. Her friendship with Kyle was back to its old ways, memes being shared across the european continent, long phone calls to talk about their problems. Kyle knew all about the Fede x Amelia situation, Amelia having given him the sparknotes version over a wine filled zoom session one evening that same week. Their pre-seasons hadn’t gone back yet so they were able to indulge in a bit of vino, guilt free.

She was surprised about the constant contact, or lack thereof, that some of the boys had maintained with her. Ben Chilwell hadn’t once messaged or instagrammed the girl, despite being active in their group chats and liking her holiday pictures on instagram. He even made the rookie error of liking a picture so far down on her instagram, there was no way to explain his need for being there. She messaged him a couple times, assuming he just got busy with whatever he was doing, but there was radio silence on the other end.

A friendship she was surprised had blossomed so well, considering their flirtatious start to life, was with that of Jack Grealish and Tyrone Mings. There had been more facetimes than she could count between herself and the two villa boys. Whether it was Tyrone telling her about a book he had finished that he thought she would enjoy, or Jack asking her how to cook dinner, maybe even them both cooking dinner together - of course she had to have a later dinner to be able to do so, with the time difference and all...and there was no way Jack was going to be having dinner an hour early “athlete’s schedule an all tha ya’know” he would smirk down the camera, brummie accent on full display.

She met Tyrone through Jack, he facetimed the girl for outfit advice one night before going out with the tall defender and the pair hit it off. Both giving Jack the fashion advice he needed but didn’t want to hear (a Gucci two piece tracksuit set is never the answer). Tyrone immediately noticed a certain attention to detail being applied by his fellow number 10, to the tactics that were being put forward by the girl that was far too good at her job. His training was improving, his set pieces having a certain amount of flare. There was also a lack of attention being paid from Jack to other girls. Instead, much preferring to spend the evening at home watching the same netflix series as Amelia so that he could discuss it with her the next day, or better yet, at the same time.

As pre-season had commenced, Amelia had been applying the same tactics that she developed (and that obviously worked) throughout the European campaign to her Juventus club level. Having faith in the four men that were with her and the Azzurri to ensure that their other teammates were completing them accurately. It appears that her skill was widely recognised, having a few missed calls and voice messages left from English telephone numbers that she was yet to listen to. In all seriousness, she was nervous to listen to them. Worried that they would make her an offer she couldn’t refuse. A wise person once told her that you shouldn’t make any decisions whilst you're at the top of your happy, or the bottom of your sad. You should make important decisions when your life is at its constant. It's very easy to accept things that you wouldn’t normally when you're at the peak of your mood, just as easy as it is to forget the bigger picture when you're down. Who knew Kyle Walker was so wise.

“So, i’ve got a bit of a dilemma” She spoke down to her facetime camera one evening in early August.

“Hit me with it darlin’” Jack spoke back to her, getting his dinner utensils out so that they could cook together again. He didn’t like not being prepared for her tutorial, he got stressed if she added pepper and his pepper was still in his pantry. Each afternoon, when it was agreed upon what they would be cooking together that evening, she sent him a list of what he would need out on his bench to complete the meal.

“I’ve missed a few calls from English teleco numbers this last week or so”

“Ok? Do you think they’re scams? You’re beautiful Amelia but I don't think it's actually an Egyptian prince on the other end that wants to offer you 250k in exchange for your paypal info…”

“Ha ha very funny - that was one time ok and he wasn’t a Prince, he was claiming to be an investment banker and wanted to help me start up my portfolio-ANYWAY JACK I WAS 16! God just forget I even told you that story” Amelia barked down facetime, now pausing what she was doing to point at the British boy with her wooden spoon, the same way her mother would to her when she was being cheeky. All she was met with was boisterous laughter.

“Nah i’m only joking, continue with your story.”

“I began to listen to the start of one and it was a talent acquisition manager for one of the premier league clubs, offering me a job” Amelia said as she continued to stir her pasta. Tonight they were making penne arrabiata. She received no reply from the boy. Looking down to her camera to check the call was still active, she saw him looking at the camera with a serious expression.

“Are you going to tell me what the problem is before I start to get excited that you’re going to be living within driving distance from me? Oh god i’ve just realised - was it from Villa? You could be even closer than I imagined” Jack started to ramble, getting over excited with the prospect of being so close to the girl that he could physically hang out with her, instead of virtually.

“Jack calm down, I didn't listen long enough to find out what club he was from. I have 5 more just like it waiting in my inbox.”

“What's the problem then Mils?” Jack could see the girl had apprehension written all over her face.

“I’m just nervous that they're going to tell me everything I've always wanted to hear. That they’re going to make me an offer I can't refuse and I have to leave my life here.” Their pasta was ready to be dished up now, so the girl poured herself a glass of red wine and got herself comfy on her couch.

“Come on, play the messages and i’ll listen to them with you, be your voice of reason,” Jack offered the girl.

“I should probably call Tyrone, you’re just going to reject every club that isn’t Villa.” she laughed before switching facetime to her laptop, moving to the floor of her lounge room and resting her elbows on her coffee table. With the phone near the screen of her mac, she began to play the messages.

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“Hi Amelia, Shaun here from Newcastle United-” “As if you’d waste your talents at Newcastle”

“Jack! That's horrible! At least i know i already look good in the black and white striped kit”

“No, not happening. Next”

“Amelia, Hope you don’t mind but I got your number off of one of my players who knows you. Long story short, we have a position here are Arsenal” “Bloody Bukayo, needs to keep his silky mitts off ya”

“Jack, give it a rest or i’m calling Tyrone”

“Amelia White, Greg here from Aston Villa Football Club” “Get in Greggles!! That's it, stop listening, you’re taking this one”

“I need to listen to them all Jack”

“So, you’ll consider Villa?”

“I’ll consider all of them”

“You’d really go to Arsenal? Aren’t you a Spurs supporter? Shocking stuff”

“Ok maybe not all of them”

“Ciao Amelia, Mario here from Chelsea Football Club - I’ve heard nothing but good things about you. We could really use you here at Chelsea next season. Give me a call when you get a spare moment to discuss the opportunity”

“What? Nothing to say to this one, Jack?”

“Nah, sounds ok. You deserve to showcase your skills at a big club like Chelsea. And besides, you’ll have Jorginho there to look after you. Come on, next one”

“It’s the last one actually”

“Amelia, we’ve got a fantastic opportunity here at Manchester City for someone with your skill set. It would be a massive advantage to have your tactical insight to the game coupled alongside the fantastic leadership we’ve already got at the club”. “Holy shit, Pep called you himself? Kyle Walker really knows how to pull strings when he wants something”

“I am overwhelmed”

“Hey, you don’t need to make any decisions right now. Sleep on it, talk it over with your family. Speak to Jorgi, I know you’re close with him. And just let me know when you decide to pick Villa so i can start house huntin’ for ya”

“Night Jack, speak soon”

“Sleep tight darlin’, speak to ya tomorrow”

Part 7. | settima parte

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